David Addison - The abused policewoman

They pushed through the few men who still stood in the door and made their way out to the front door. The sight that met them there held them frozen. Terry White was sprinting down the closed parking lot like a startled deer. Sergeant Miller was shouting and waving his arms as he ran after him. Apparently the older man realized that he wasn't going to catch the boy because he stopped and jerked out his service revolver.

"Halt or I'll shoot, you little bastard, halt!!!" Miller's voice rang clear in the night air and Carol was aware of the muttered exclamations around her. The men didn't want to see the boy shot. But they were too far away to prevent it. Terry must have heard the shout because he ran even faster, weaving like a down field runner on a football team. Sergeant Miller stood terribly still and followed the boy through his sights until he squeezed off one booming shot.

For a long moment no one moved on the steps. The sound of the gunfire echoed in their ears. Then there was the sound of a car door opening and Lieutenant Bixby got out of his car and stood looking down at the gaping hole in his radiator. Terry had dodged at the last moment and Sergeant Miller had shot the lieutenant's personal auto!!!

Lieutenant Bixby looked huge and grim as he advanced toward Sergeant Miller. The sergeant stood very still, his revolver still smoking in his hand. Bixby's expression didn't change as his voice carried clear and calm in the night stillness. "Miller, you are a stupid asshole." The tall officer didn't move an inch as the bigger man drew back his big fist and hit him flush on the chin!

Standing over the reclining figure of Sergeant Miller, Lieutenant Bixby shouted over his shoulder, "Boy, you and that box better get into my office right now, and you on the steps get back in the station!!!"

The last of the Internal Affairs men were leaving. One stayed behind and watched as ex-Sergeant Miller cleaned out his desk and locker. Carol stood in a dark corner and watched what was happening. It had all happened so fast that she could barely believe it. Bixby had taken Terry into his office with the box and shut the door. They had stayed in there such a long time that she was about to go insane with the tension, when Lieutenant Bixby had come to the door and motioned to her to come in.

Carol clenched her hands when she remembered how embarrased she'd been when she saw the photos and the negatives on the desk. But the big man's expression told her nothing. Neither did Terry's as he sat in a big chair.

Bixby scooped up the pictures and handed them to her then stopped. A strange smile crossed his face as he reached into the box and handed her another set of pictures.

"Go on, Miss Davis. I think you've earned a look," he'd said. She gasped when she looked and saw almost the same type of shots only it was Lieutenant Bixby and some pretty girl instead of her. "Looks like you and I both made out tonight, young lady, congratulations." Without another word he'd handed her his lighter and she burned both sets of photos and negatives.

Now she watched Miller being taken away in disgrace. He'd be held downtown until it was decided if charges would be brought against him. But regardless if they were or not, he was through on the police force and that was good.

As they passed her, the last investigator smiled and shook Carol's limp hand. "Good work, Officer Davis. You'll get a commendation for this undercover job, congratulations." Carol stared after him in mute amazement. She almost laughed aloud as she saw the disgusted look on Miller's face as he turned and took one last look at her.

"Would you come in for a moment, Officer Davis?" Carol turned and moved slowly for the door of Lieutenant Bixby's office. "Officer Rankin, would you drive Mrs. Abels and the boy home?"

Doris gave her a warm wink, and Terry smiled as they filed past her and left. Once she was inside the office, Lieutenant Bixby shut the door behind her and caught her arm before she could move away from him. The big man pulled her close to him, mashing her breasts against his broad chest. "I think you can relax. They've got Miller and he will have to go along with my story of drunken parties and wanton shooting unless he wants to tell the truth and get an even harder set down. You're a hero according to the Internal Affairs boys and you know they're never wrong."

Carol shivered with excitement as she felt his strong hands moving over her soft body. She remembered how excited she'd been just a little while ago and the frustrated desires sprang back to life as she felt his firm cock begin to swell against her belly.

"I've been thinking, Officer Davis," the big man whispered as his hands pulled her skirt up her hips until he could tug down her filmy panties. "You and I make a good team. How would you like to do some real undercover work with me? We could be a team. And just think of all the crooks and bad buys we could round up if we were just working together?" Carol couldn't answer him, she was too busy helping him slip her damp panties down over her shoes.

"Think of it, baby! Wouldn't we make a nice team?" The big man's voice was purring as he pressed her forward until she lay face down on his desk. "Ohhh yeah, a great team," he whispered as the thick crown of his cock nuzzled between her parted cheeks and wet itself in her warm, willing cunt.

"Unnngggghhhhh I think that would be nice, darling," the beautiful woman sighed as she wiggled her bottom, helping him cram his fat organ all the way into her, "Especially the part about being under covers, that's the best part."

He chuckled and began to move in her, spreading and working her body as he slipped his massive stalk in and out of her. Carol groaned happily and clutched at the edge of the desk, holding herself steady. As his bull like lunges shook her body, she thought of Doris and Terry and smiled. Maybe she could get them under the covers too. Who knows what you can do if you're a hero?