Carol was trying to wrench her attention away from the awful act she was watching when she felt a hand fall on top of one thigh! The beautiful brunette jerked her head around to stare at a handsome young policeman. She thought his name was Brown. The officer sat still, looking straight ahead, but his hand was creeping steadily up her leg and under her skirt! The young woman started to slap his hand away, but the tips of his fingers found the silky fabric of her panties and pressed hard against them, she gasped and her entire body jerked as the flood of pleasure numbed her and left her incapable of defending herself!
Carol sat rigid in the chair, the seconds passed and felt like years as the policeman's fingers pressed and tapped against the swollen, puffy outline of her damp vulva, setting up an awful, inviting rhythm, making her shiver and forcing her to bite her lip to keep from moaning and crying out. Finally, she managed to gain enough self-control to speak to him. Her voice was low and strained as she whispered to the young man beside her.
"Pl… please don't… I don't want you to…" Her whisper faded as the action on the wall became more frenzied. The pretty blond's face was tense and contorted as she sucked and pulled at the man's prick with her wet, bubbling lips. Suddenly she jerked her head back and held her mouth open as jet after thick jet of his semen blasted out and shot all over her face, in her mouth, in her hair!
For an instant, Carol stared in horror at the scene. She felt herself waver and knew that she was near an orgasm herself, but a sense of horror and fear welled up in her and she managed to tear her body out of the chair and away from the hand and blunder out of the room. As she ran, she could hear the coarse male laughter as it followed her down the hall.
There was only one place that she could go! Carol felt her thighs shaking, felt her nervous system protesting the sudden halt of the delicious touching and rubbing that the man had given her, but she forced herself to walk to the women's room. Once she was inside, she slipped into a booth and leaned against the wall. She felt like screaming, felt like crying and running away to hide.
"Stop it, you're behaving like a silly girl," the brunette told herself, but it didn't help. She could still feel the awful demands of her body. The touching had gone too far and it wouldn't be denied now. "Ohhhhh, this is so dirty," Carol moaned to herself as her hands clawed at her skirt, pulling it up over her waist. She was ashamed of herself as her hand dipped inside her tight panties and a rigid forefinger found the wet, slippery opening of her pussy.
I shouldn't do this. It's wrong. I never did it as a girl, why do I need it now? The questions and the accusations swirled around in Carol's confused mind, but that didn't stop her finger. She found the hard bump of her clitoris and flicked lightly at it, just the way that Officer Brown had done and the effect was almost as electric!
"Huuunnnngggg, ooooooo it's sooo goooood," the beautiful woman sighed and she imagined the fat, hard penis that she'd watched as it slipped between the wet, slick lips of her vulva and speared deep into her, filling her, making her feel whole and alive!
"Agggghhhhhhh, I… aiiiiiiieeeee!!!" She couldn't help it, wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her until her mind spun and she had to let at least one thin wail of passion leak out of her as her climax tore at the very core of her being!
When the beautiful brunette stepped out of the restroom she knew that she looked cool and calm. Her hair was combed, her makeup was on straight and her face was expressionless. But that was only a front, only a mask to hide the terrible turmoil and confusion that still whirled about in her brain. As she walked, she shivered inwardly as a spasm of her orgasm whipped through her, making her legs feel wobbly and unsure.
"Hey, Davis, where have you been? The boss wants to see you." Without turning to the officer at the desk, Carol nodded as calmly as she could and headed for the back of the station, she stopped before a frosted glass door and took a second to gain more control, then she knocked firmly.
"Sit down, Officer Davis," the man behind the desk said without looking up. In his hand he held a letter and from the color of the stationary she knew that it was hers. When he did look up, the young woman was surprised to see that Lieutenant Bixby's eyes were a deep, dark blue. They made his rugged face seem almost handsome.
"I have your letter here requesting reassignment, it follows the form, but I don't exactly understand why you want to change. Would you mind explaining that?"
Carol felt herself tremble but she forced herself to stay calm as she nodded. "Lieutenant, I didn't sweat it out to get through the academy only to be assigned to school traffic. I don't feel that being in charge of the crossing guards is the proper work for an able bodied officer."
Bixby didn't say anything at first. He simply stared at her. Carol couldn't read anything in his cold, expressionless face. "I'm sorry that you don't feel that the job isn't as exciting or as glamorous as you'd like, Miss Davis, but it is important and being a new officer I'd like you to prove your worth before I assign you to tracking down bank robbers and solving our murders for us."
Carol heard the bite of sarcasm in the man's voice, but she didn't dare respond. He was her superior officer and she had to sit and take it.
Bixby got out of his chair and moved around to sit on the edge of his desk. The brunette could see his eyes roaming over her, just like every other man, and her anger began to smolder. He grinned at her and sat very close, close enough to reach out and touch her if he wanted to.
"Look, honey, I'm not all that keen on lady cops and you'll just have to work where I want you to work until I get used to the idea of having you around and find something more interesting for you to do. Your request for reassignment is denied. I want you to go out today with Sergeant Miller. He'll show you the posts and introduce you to the guards."
From where he was sitting, Carol realized, Lieutenant Bixby could see down the front of her blouse and she flushed and resisted the urge to clutch at the open vee of her blouse. She glanced nervously around and realized that she could see his penis begin to stiffen and rise under his slacks. The beautiful brunette stared at the outline of the man's sex organ and felt that awful tingling begin again. She remembered the man in the film and how big and thick his cock was and caught herself wondering how the lieutenant would measure up to him?
"Yes, sir, I'll go with Sergeant Miller. Thank you for seeing me," Carol finally murmured as she got up and moved to the door. Lieutenant Bixby still sat on the edge of his desk grinning at her as she left.
CHAPTER TWO
"Well Davis, one more stop and that'll be it for your first shift." Sergeant Miller's voice broke in on Carol's thoughts and she jumped a little. He noticed it and chuckled. "What's the matter, were you thinking about that movie you saw this morning?"
Carol clenched her fists and angrily shook her head. "No! Of course I wasn't, things like that don't bother me!" The young woman was lying and she could see that Miller knew it. He grinned at her and shook his head, his eyes were hidden from her by the mirrorized glasses that he wore.