Danica Williams - The Touch of a Cop

She came awake with a start, soaked in sweat, her face stuffed into her damp pillowcase and her mouth as dry as the desert. And that was how her work week started.

Steve looked over at his partner as she acknowledged a call for a burglary not in progress and hung up the microphone. Her eyes were puffy and it didn’t appear she’d had enough sleep. “Virgil keeping you up nights now?” he chuckled. “Sort of,” she grinned at him, “but it’s not what you’re thinking!” She had known she wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings from Steve, they spent as much or more time together as any married couple. She had helped him get through more than one family crisis of his own. “I really like him, and he really seems to like me…it just hasn’t gone that far yet.” “You’d better hurry up girl, I heard Marie wants him bad !” Steve said. He laughed, “And you know her record.”

Marie was a twenty two year old dispatcher who had wanted nearly every police officer on the force at one time or another. Rumor had it that she had succeeded more times than she’d failed. She had nearly ended Steve’s marriage a year before. “I don’t really think Marie is his type” she said just a tiny bit grumpily. “Listen Cass, when Marie walks up to you, rips open her blouse so you can see those gorgeous titties, and grabs your Johnson there is damned little you can do, even if you are a good and faithful husband” Steve said, and he wasn’t laughing any more. “She blew me right in the locker room, sucked my balls into her mouth, and then yelled at me when I tried to pull out when I came!” he said, “If the Chief himself had walked in there I could not have stopped.”

He had run straight home and confessed to his wife, who tortured and abused him for months. To be honest, it still came up when she was pissed about something. She looked at him closely. Steve was over fifty, completely grey, and had a paunch around his gunbelt from too many fast food meals on the street and not enough exercise. There was no way he was going to do anything but look at the Maries of the world wistfully and remember the old days. She could understand what had happened to him and why he had given in. Unfortunately for him, his wife couldn’t. She wondered how Virgil would fare under Marie’s onslaught.

Virgil rode with Cassie and Steve for a week before he went to the Police Academy. The Mayor had given him a badge, but until he got his certification he was just a civilian with a badge. Steve ragged him a little, teasing him about being the oldest rookie but the two men seemed to bond and Cassie was a little envious of the ease with which the two men slipped into the routine. She knew damned well that women had to prove themselves repeatedly before they were accepted. Her face reddened as she realized she had accepted this man as well…in her dreams.

“Just remember that you’re still in training, you just observe” Steve said, “of course if it looks like this guy is going to kill us we won’t mind if you help.” All of them laughed, but they all knew Steve meant what he said.

All three got out of the car, putting on their hats as they closed the doors. The Chief was death on officers in public without their covers. Steve instinctively headed for the giant drunk screaming in the yard, but Cassie waved him to the angry drunk woman screaming on the sagging front porch of the row house. Virgil seemed nonplussed, but he was about to get his first lesson in smart police work. “What seems to be the problem sir?” Cassie asked with a dazzling smile. The drunk, swaying but still dangerous, arms rippling with muscles developed not in some gym, but by wrestling steel and lumber into place every day of his life, turned slowly to face her.

“I ain’t goin’ ta jail lady” he said slowly. “I’m afraid you are sir” she said as she glanced quickly at the blood streaked face of the woman on the porch. “Please turn around and put your hands behind your back” she ordered. Virgil began unobtrusively to loosen his muscles as he saw the big man’s hands bunch into fists and rise to the level of his waist. “What’re you gonna do lady? You an’ your boyfriend gonna beat me with them sticks? I’ll tell what I’m gonna do…I’m gonna take them sticks and shove up yer asses…make copsicles outta the both of ya!” The drunk laughed at his own joke.

Virgil watched amazed as Cassie, balanced on the balls of her feet and ready for whatever came next, as Cassie flirtatiously tossed her hair and smiled at the drunken monster. “Of course not sugar,” she said, “you’re bigger and stronger than both of us.” The drunk staggered and looked confused. “Well, what’re you gonna do?” he asked, “I told ya I ain’t goin ta jail.” “Well,” Cassie said, batting her eyes at the drunk, “I’m going to ask you to pretty please put your hands behind your back so I can put the cuffs on. And when you don’t, I’m going to shoot you.” She walked one step closer and put her left finger on his chest, right over his heart, “right there.” The drunk looked at her in disbelief, then his eyes went to Virgil. “Don’t look at me,” Virgil said, I don’t even have a gun. The drunk grunted and turned his back to them, hands peacefully crossed behind him.

At shift change, they decided to have a beer together before going home. Virgil was still stunned by what he had learned today. “After you do this for a while” Steve said as he sipped beer from a frosty mug, “you’d rather work with a female cop. He looked around guiltily, as if to see if one of the younger bluesuits in the bar had heard him. “They’d rather talk than fight, and when they pull their guns, people believe they’re going to use them.”

Cassie smiled, but she was watching Virgil. He had been ready to go for the big guy this afternoon, but he’d been patient as well, allowing her to handle the situation. That she knew she was perfectly capable of handling it was not an issue; what was remarkable was that Virgil had trusted her to know what she was doing instead of responding to the macho bluster of the big guy. This man was working some kind of magic deep inside her. She squeezed her thighs together trying to hold back the heat.

He held her hand as he walked her to her car. Nightfall had begun, and the other guys from the shift had fairly depleted the parking lot. She leaned back against her car and put her arms around him, not wanting to be seen, but not really caring either. Her heart thudding in her chest, she raised her lips to his and pulled him closer. She closed her eyes as his lips touched hers gently, nibbling lightly at her lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth as she moaned, letting go as she felt his hardness against her belly. Her hips moved against him, rubbing against the length of his cock. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but his patience did also. She felt his hands under the windbreaker she wore in summer to hide her off duty gun. Sighing into his mouth, she willed his hands to move from her back. Her breasts ached to fill his questing hands, but he moved slowly anyway, rubbing his thumbs against the hard, flat surface of her belly. She made herself slide down, feeling his thumbs at the underside of her breasts, her nipples thrusting against the thin fabric of her sports bra and showing clearly through her tee shirt.

He made no attempt to hurry, still kissing her thoroughly. His lips touched her throat and traced a path up to her ears. “Dammnit” she whispered harshly in his ears, “what do I have to do, rip your clothes off and rape you in the parking lot?” She gasped as he leaned into her, rubbing the tip of his hardness between her parted legs. His hands, hidden by the windbreaker, moved to her firm breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples.