No Good Deed Goes Unpunished
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I was a newbie, a rookie cop finishing up my field training when I was confronted with an ethics situation that would test my worthiness as a police officer. It wasn’t something I am proud to write about, but I am telling the story to relieve my anxiety and hopefully paint a picture that us cops are not bad guys, just real people with human frailties. We try to be perfect in our character and at work, but even the best cop has an off day.
As a uniformed cop, most of my days were pretty mundane, watching for traffic violations, responding to emergency calls for assistance and occasionally playing the part of being the right person at the right time to help someone out. I was taught and expected to live by a simple code that included honesty above reproach and to never play favorites.
I got a call to a club on the west side of our patrol district. I had just passed my field training and was operating by myself for the first time, as a new police officer. A detective was conducting warrant roundups and had stopped in a strip club to look for a young lady that had outstanding warrants. I guess he had found who he was looking for because he called for a unit to take her to jail.
I arrived and the only female on duty that night, had already searched the young lady, who was under arrest for traffic warrants, so all I had to do was be the transport.
She was placed into the back seat of my patrol car for a short trip to the County jail. Normally, I would have searched her, but because my prisoner was a female, I had to live with the one search conducted by a fellow officer.
I took off towards the county jail. I was in a good mood because this was the last call of the day. I was looking forward to a long three-day weekend. I glanced in the rear-view mirror at my prisoner. I could tell she was not a happy camper.
Arriving at the jail, I locked my service revolver in the trunk, per standard operating procedures. I opened the door to my cruiser and extended my hand to help my prisoner out of the vehicle. She wore a loose-fitting pullover shirt, and stretchy yoga pants and some slip-on shoes. She was, admittedly, very cute and very young. She looked confused as I walked her into the intake. She stood quiet, with her head bowed, as a female jailer searched her and then removed my handcuffs. I signed the prisoner transfer document and took a seat at a nearby table to complete a short report, as she sat in a row of chairs against the wall.
She looked lonely and sad. I looked at my watch. It was 11:00 pm and officially, I was off the clock, but as usual, I was finishing my paperwork. I felt sad that my young transport would probably spend the weekend in jail before seeing a magistrate on Tuesday morning since the following Monday was a holiday.
I was pulling out of the jail parking lot when I noticed a local magistrate pulling into the court complex. I circled back and pulled up next to him. He was an old friend I knew from high school. I asked why he was at the Courthouse so late. He said he was pulling duty to clean out the jail of lesser offenders to make room for DWI-DUI offenders expected because of the holiday weekend.
I told him about my last transport. He asked if I knew her and I admitted that while I didn’t, I kind of felt sorry for her since this was her first arrest. He asked why she was arrested and I told her it was for traffic warrants.
John was a good guy. He was also a fair guy. I asked him to look into her case and see if he could find a way to see to it that she didn’t spend the entire weekend in jail over a missed court appointment. He said he would, and I was happy and I felt like I had done a good deed.
I headed to the station and changed clothes, ready for the weekend. I had agreed to meet a couple of the guys at a local bar. I was walking out to my car when my cell phone rang. It was my magistrate friend.
“I think your girlfriend is fixing to get released,” John said.
“Cool,” I said.
There was a small pause and then John said,
“I’m releasing her into your custody.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say anything.
“You can thank me later,” John replied.
Damn. She was cute, but I wasn’t sure what I had stepped into. I drove back to the jail and parked by the “exit”. I walked in and asked for Beth Vanhausen. I remembered the name because I had a college friend with the same last name.
I was told to take a seat. After a few minutes, she walked through a door with a jailer in tow. She stopped at a window and retrieved her personal effects, which consisted of her ID card, earrings and five one dollar bill and a cell phone. The jailer looked at me, called my name and said, She’s all yours.”
The initial look on her face was one of shock.
“Don’t say anything,” I said.
She followed me out to my car. I opened the passenger side door and she slipped into the passenger seat. I slipped into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition.
“Why?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “Maybe, I’m just a horny bastard with a soft heart.”
She laughed.
“Well, at least you’re honest,” she replied, pushing her long hair back over her shoulder.
“Do you have a place for me to take you?” I asked.
“No, not really,” she replied.
“Where do you stay?” I asked.
I learned that she had an apartment that she shared with several other girls, but not really a place on her own. I offered to take her to her apartment.
She said she felt like she owed me for helping her to get out of jail. I assured her that it was no big deal and that I could tell she was not the type that needed to be in jail. I looked at my watch. It was close to 12:30 am. My phone was lit up with text messages from my buddies who were wondering where I was.
I asked my new friend if she wanted to join me for some drinks with some work buddies. She was more than willing.
“Just don’t tell them I bailed you out,” I pleaded. She agreed to keep the secret.
Beth was a perfect fit for drinking with my band of misfit friends, all of whom were police officers. She was also extremely flirty and dirty. I knew instinctively she was going to be a lot of fun to hang around with. When they asked where she worked, she told them she was a “voyeuristic administrative assistant that liked to mess with people’s heads.” When they pressed her for details, she sarcastically replied,
“You’re cops, go figure it out.”
Two o’clock came quickly and as we all made out way out to our cars, I caught some good-natured ribbing about how lucky I was to find such a hot chick.
Piling into my car, I asked Beth if she wanted to go to an after-hours party.
“Only if it involves drinking and fucking,” she replied.
I told her I wasn’t sure about one but was positive about the other. She laughed and said one would lead to the other. I had no doubt about that. Unfortunately, the only real “after hours” party that I could conjure up would be a private one in my apartment. Beth smiled. She was all in.
As soon as Beth entered my apartment, she stripped out of her clothes.
“I have to shower,” she said. “I need to shower.”
I pointed her in the direction of my bathroom.
“I don’t like to shower alone,” Beth remarked, as I stood and emptied my bladder into the toilet. I looked in her direction as she stood with her hand under the spray of water coming from my shower head.
I quickly stripped and joined her in the shower.
Beth didn’t waste any time. She gripped my Johnson and proceeded to plant kisses on my chest, then my neck and finally, our lips met. She thrust her wicked tongue down my throat and that was all it took. Screw the shower. I pushed open the shower door and pulled her towards my bed.
She spread her legs and I munched on her shaved kitty until she was practically begging for me to stop. I searched my bedroom drawer for some protection.
“I’m clean,” she said, “and on the pill.”
I wasn’t taking any chances. I slipped on a cover and pushed my cock deep into her shaved pussy. She let out a deep moan and then “uh” sounds with each of my hip thrusts. She raked her nails across my back, as I jettisoned my load deep inside of her. She tightened up and climaxed at about the same moment, which was pretty cool. She definitely had the cool factor down well.
I glanced at the clock and it blinked “4:03 AM”. I was spent, but still in a happy-go-lucky mood.
Beth lay naked beside me, sipping on a Budweiser I had fetched from the refrigerator.
“Would you like to really party?” she asked. I didn’t have the foggiest clue what she meant. I told her I was not into drugs.
“No, silly,” she replied. “I can call some of my girlfriends and we can invite some of your friends over and we can have, like, an orgy.”
A what? I liked sex, but an orgy? I told her that I was not into orgies or seeing guys’ pricks get sucked.
“Ok,” she replied, “How about if it is just a few girls?”
A few girls I could handle.
Beth flipped on her cell phone and showed me some photos of herself and her girlfriends. Oh, my Gawd! I had a sexaholic in the house. I got hard all over again, just looking at the photos.
Little by little, for the next hour, several young ladies made their way to my bachelor pad. All were very easily, tens on a ten point scale - all were sexy and all were very outgoing. Beth introduced me to each one and by the time the fourth or fifth young lady had arrived, I had lost count of the arrivals and what was transpiring. There were boob comparisons and “show me your kitty” inspections, and plenty of liquor flowing. Then, someone lit up a joint. I had to draw the line with the joint. I couldn’t lose my job.
Someone wanted cigarettes. All I had was a cigar or two stashed away. It was a perfect time to break them out, along with the tequila. It was not 5:00 am and the Party was rocking. I just knew my neighbors would call the police. I did my best to keep things under control, with the music thumping and the half- naked ladies going back and forth between my patio and the living room.
Somehow, I found myself shirtless and confronted by a very straightforward young lady by the name of Zoe, in my bathroom, where I had snuck off to relieve my bladder. She was nineteen, or so she claimed. She was from Mexico and within seconds of the door closing to the bathroom, she was totally naked and begging me to fuck her. I slipped my hand and fingered down to her pubes and into her very moist pussy, as she pressed her sexy body against me. We kissed. I knew the inevitable was going to be a very quick one. I bent her over the toilet and shoved my cock into her pussy. She grimaced as I pumped my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Within seconds, she was a mess, as her juices cut loose and flooded the two of us.
Then the bathroom door opened. We were caught.
“Oh, my Gawd!” one of the girls screamed, “Zoe is getting some cock!”
I didn’t stop. The show was on. Two other girls appeared to watch, as did Beth, who exclaimed, “I’m next!”
Beth grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Zoe and out of the bathroom. She knelt in front of me and took my stiff rod into her mouth. Zoe stuck to me like glue, pressing her lips to mine as Beth went to town on my Johnson.
I ended up on my bed with both Zoe and Beth sucking on my cock and my balls. Another girl stripped completely naked and planted her shaved kitty right over my face. I had no idea who she was, but she smelled wonderful and her kitty tasted like cherries. Honest to God. Cherry-flavored, which was a first for me. A fourth girl joined in and then a fifth, taking turns at pleasuring Zoe, Beth and whoever the girl was that had her kitty planted on my face. There may have been one more, but I lost count.
Beth slipped on to my Johnson first and after quickly reaching an orgasm, Zoe took her place. I was about to explode when a third girl took over. She was a tiny girl, Asian and named Chloe. I always liked young Asian women, so to have her sitting on my cock, for me, was a special deal. To her, I gave my gift as she screamed: “Don’t stop!”
I don’t remember who did the cleanup, but it didn’t really matter at that point. I was surrounded by a bevy of completely naked females and every one of them was a “ten plus” in her own special way. One by one, several of my bedmates, paired off, leaving Zoe and Chloe beside me. Beth was passed out, or so it appeared.
Zoe fell asleep after a bit and I was left to admire Chloe. We kissed for the longest time, something I really enjoyed doing and I suspect, she felt the same way. The last thing I remembered was staring into her oval eyes, our lips numb with desires.
When I woke up, my bed was empty, except for Beth and Chloe, both of whom were still asleep. I managed to shift out of my lair, to ease into the shower. Through the steam, I saw a figure move and realized it was Beth. She opened the shower door and peered in.
“Can I join you?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied nonchalantly.
We kissed briefly and then washed each other’s body.
“You know how to throw a party,” I said. Beth smiled.
“Wait until tonight,” she replied. "I found your cell phone and invited a few of your buddies to join us for a private party."
I am so hoping I don’t get fired.
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