"I don't know about that, Officer Davis. Some of the boys seemed to think that you got a bit heated during the blow-job scene. They thought that they could hear you huffing and panting all around the room and they're trained observers, they're usually right."
There was no way that she could answer him and Carol knew it, so she simply lapsed into injured silence and concentrated on looking out the window. Miller drove in silence to the last stop.
"This is Mrs. Abels. Doris Abels, meet Miss Davis, she's going to be the officer in charge from now on."
Carol smiled at the short, blonde woman who stood beside the car. The older woman smiled back and waved her red warning paddle at Carol in a friendly, mock salute.
"Well hello, I'm glad to see that they've found someone who will really take over, glad to see you!" Mrs. Abels' smile was warm and Carol found herself liking the woman immediately Sergeant Miller got back in the car and waited as he had at the other stops, letting Carol handle the meeting her own way.
"Thank you, Mrs. Abels, I hope that we can work well together, since you've been a guard for three years, I'm sure that you know more about all of this than I do. I'd appreciate your help."
The blonde smiled and put her hand on Carol's arm in an impulsive gesture, her light blue eyes twinkled. "Oh relax, for heaven's sake, and call me Doris. Mrs. Abels always reminds me of my mother-in-law!"
The rest of the conversation was standard, but Carol felt a warm friendly feeling for the small woman by the time she slipped back into the car beside Miller. "Well, that's the last one," she said as she checked the list of traffic guards.
Carol was so interested in remembering the names and faces that went with each street corner that she didn't notice the direction that Sergeant Miller took until the car stopped.
"Why have we stopped here?" The young brunette stared around her and was stunned to see that they were parked in a small opening in the trees at the back side of the park. "What's happening here?"
Miller turned to her and that faint, mocking smile slipped into place again. "This is a hide-out that the night squad uses when they want to catch a nap." He looked around and grinned again. "It's a nice, private place isn't it? The only cars that use this road are police cars. Keeps things nice."
Carol nervously shifted in the seat, she could almost read what the lean man wanted by the way that he licked his thin lips as he stared at her and she felt her blind, unreasoning fear building up inside of her belly, stirring up small eddies of excitement that moved along her nerve endings.
"Why… why did you bring me here, Sergeant…? I thought we were headed back to the station house."
Miller chuckled and took off his hat and loosened his tie, the glasses were still in place, but Carol was sure that he was staring at her, running his dirty eyes over her body!
"Officer Brown is a good buddy of mine, he told me that you were… excited during the movie and said that you left before he could help you out. He asked me to make sure that you didn't go to bed all tense and uptight tonight." Miller said it so calmly, so matter of fact, that Carol was stunned, she stared at him with wide eyes and slowly shook her head.
Miller ignored the negative movement and reached to take her hand. Carol saw his hand approaching hers, but she couldn't pull away. She shivered as his cool flesh descended on hers. The pretty brunette felt his muscles tighten and she was drawn across the slick seat cover of the car until she was just inches from him. "You… you can't make me do this with you… you know you can't," she whispered. She saw the reflection of her frightened face in his glasses and was shocked at how passive and meek she looked.
"Oh honey, I'm not forcing you to do anything," the tall man said softly. His free hand slipped up and cupped her right breast, his forearm pressing her back against the seat as he did. "I think that you need a good fuck, honey, and I'm just the boy to give it to you." Carol tried to make a sound of protest but he cut her off. "When you were assigned to us I checked you out. You've been divorced for six months and you've been separated for eight and no matter how hard I looked I couldn't find another man. As far as I can tell, you haven't been speared in at least eight months! I'll bet that cunt of yours is screaming for meat, isn't it?"
His low voice seemed to bore deep unto her and pluck at her nerves and her brain. Carol couldn't think clearly. His fingers worked and squeezed at her firm breast and his words tormented her with the terrible, demeaning truth!
"Tell me that this doesn't feel good, baby. Tell me that you want me to let go of your nice, big titty." He was being harsh and crude with her and Carol ached to scream and hit at him. She wanted to make him stop taunting her like this, but she couldn't make a sound. She felt weak and speechless as his one hand mauled her breast and the other began to slip her skirt up her thighs.
"Lift your ass, honey," Sergeant Miller tugged impatiently at her skirt and Carol wanted to resist. But even as she tried to make herself push out the fear she felt, the muscles in her thighs were flexing and, her rounded body rose clear of the seat long enough for his hands to pull her skirt over her hips and hook his thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. Carol looked down at herself just in time to see her pale blue underwear being pulled down over her shaking thighs. She stared at the thick bush of her pubic curls framed by her garter belt and her stockings as if she'd never seen her own naked pussy before.
The beautiful brunette sank back on the seat. She was going to try one more time to stop what was happening, but the man didn't give her a chance. A thick, hard fingertip wormed its way through her tangled pubic hair and parted the plump lips of her damp labia. The fingertip didn't stop until it found the watering throat of her vagina and stabbed deep into her!
Carol was going to protest, but when her mouth opened she was amazed and humiliated by the animal sounding groan that tore free of her throat. "Auuuuugggggg!!! Ohhhhhhhh please!!!" She wasn't even sure what she was begging for, but Sergeant Miller seemed to know.
She felt his fingers popping open the buttons of her blouse and lay limp as he jerked it off. She offered no resistance when he pushed her forward and jerked the clasp of her bra free. When he pulled the limp cups away from her tits she moaned as his rough hands pulled and twisted at her dark red nipples until they stood out hard and long like tiny thumbs. The hand slipped back between her splayed thighs and Carol whimpered as one finger dug deep into her flesh and his thumb found her clitoris and strummed hard against it, making the long sleek muscles of her thighs jerk and flex.
"Well, baby, don't just sit there groaning, get to work." Sergeant Miller's muttered order confused her and Carol managed to turn her head and stare at him in utter confusion. The lean officer just shook his head and reached for her hand with his. Carol watched in silence as he deliberately put her open palm down over the outline of his erect penis and pressed. The beautiful young woman felt the hard organ roll under her palm and even through the thick fabric of his uniform pants she could feel the heat of his body!
"But… I don't want…" Carol's whimper died in her mouth as she stared at her fingers in amazement. They were working on their own, she hadn't made any decision but they were fumbling with his belt, then when that was open, they tugged at the zipper that kept his hard prick from her. His uniform trousers were open and Carol's fingers dove into the opening in his shorts. Sergeant Miller's prick was totally erect and she had a little trouble pulling it free, but suddenly there it was! Her eager fingers curled around the fat stem and she squeezed.
"Ohhhh it… looks so big," the beautiful woman whispered as she stared at the wedgeshaped crown, at the white, vein-wreathed shaft that grew up out of her tight fist. It had always embarrassed Carol to touch Don. Whenever he'd put her hand on his cock she'd been nervous and what little desire she felt would turn to disgust. But this was different somehow. She stared at the drops of lube that rolled down the satiny flesh of the glans and watched as it dripped down over her fingers. "What do you want me to do," Carol asked, she felt empty inside, she had no will to resist him and there was no use in pretending that she had.