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-Arresting Officer-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
"All right, round 'em up and move 'em out!" Sergeant Mike
Murphy called out to the blue clad phalanx under his command.
"You got it, Sarge." Officer Herrity replied.
Both men grinned as their fellow officers led a parade of
women across the open courtyard to where a large blue bus
waited. Despite the cool early morning air, few of the women
wore much in the way of clothing. Tank tops and shorts seemed
to be the order of the day. The uniform of their profession
you might say.
"God, I love posse duty." Murphy laughed as he pointed out
two of the passing women to Herrity.
The early morning roundup of prostitutes had come on the
heels of another of the Mayors reoccurring speeches on the
immorality of the profession. Delivered at the Sunday
meeting of the Society for a Moral City, the Mayor had
concluded his speech with the solemn promise that no matter
what you might hear about other politicians. You would never
hear his good name connected with such a unsavory practice.
Then, after spending a few minutes spreading good wishes among
the more influential members of the Society, the Mayor begged
their leave explaining that he had urgent and pressing
business. Said business being an visit to the apartment of
his personal secretary where less than five minutes after his
arrival they were hotly engaged in the same sort of activity
the Mayor had so recently condemned.
"Looks like the wagon is just about full up." Herrity
remarked. "And we still have about a half dozen more to haul
in."
"Well I guess we'll just have to load the last of them in
the squad cars like we usually do." Murphy quipped. "Maybe
help grease the wheels of justice a little."
Both men laughed at the inside joke.
"Only a couple left, any preference?" Herrity asked.
"Nah, just pick one." Murphy answered. "Its not like I'm
going to spend a whole lot of quality time looking deep into
her eyes."
Herrity motioned for the closest Officer to bring his charge
over to the Sergeants car. She wasn't exactly a beauty, but
what did you expect out here in the warehouse district.
"Wait a minute!" Murphy exclaimed. "Wait one fucking
minute!"
Herrity whirled around to see the sudden cause of his
superiors excitement. His eyes quickly fixed on the next to
last girl in the line. He quickly called out to the escort
officer to bring his charge over. Then with a hand motion, he
dismissed his first choice to another car.
"Sweet mother," Murphy whistled as she came closer into
view.
Standing 5'6" with dark hair pulled up into a topside
ponytail, the 20 year old had a figure which could make a monk
reconsider his vows. Her skin was a olive brown, the product
of a mixed heritage. Clad in a yellow tank top that appeared
several sizes too small, her 38D breasts pressed so tightly
against the material that both her nipples and two inch wide
aureoles were highly visible. Bright red and full lips crowned
a flawless smile. One inch wide gold circles hung from her
ears, a second small diamond stud above them.
Long smooth legs stretched out from
beneath a pair of cut off blue jeans, cut so short as to have
only a little over two inches of material at the sides. The
young woman looked as out of place among the usual
streetwalkers as one of them would look in a convent.
"And what would your name be, sweet
thing?" Murphy asked.
"Jody." She simply answered. "Jody
Austin."
"Well Jody, looks like you've run into your first piece of
luck today." Murphy smirked. "Since the bus is already
filled, you get to ride downtown with me. We can chat a
little and maybe I can put in a good word for you." He added
as he ran his eyes up and down her hot body, taking in the
little that was left to the imagination.
Jody returned the stare with her baby blue eyes, taking note
of the growing bulge in his uniform.
"Well, maybe something can be worked out." Jody smiled.
The smile was reflected threefold in
Murphy's face as he pictured the beautiful young woman on her
knees, his cock buried in her mouth. Then he'd show her how to
really grease the wheels of justice.
"Is there a problem here, Sergeant?" Came an authoritative
female voice from behind Murphy.
"Oh shit!" Murphy mentally exclaimed as he identified the
voice even before he finished turning around.
"No problem, Lieutenant." He said as he came to a stop. "We
were just a little too successful in implementing the Mayor's
directive. The bus is already full so we were going to
transport some of the stragglers in our cars. In fact, I was
going to move this one myself."
"I see..." Lieutenant O'Rourke said as she stepped past the
Sergeant and took a long hard look at his prisoner.
Cynthia O'Rourke stood 6' tall and presented a most
formidable figure. Countless long hours in the gym had left
her with a lean muscular form, the envy of even the male
officers. Her short hair was a bright red, providing a
complimentary contrast to her very light skin. Her features
were rather ordinary, no one would ever call her beautiful.
Yet when she removed the dark sunglasses she wore, her bright
green eyes brought a sparkle to her face. The only jewelry
she wore were the shining Lieutenant's bars and the 21th
Precinct insignias on her collar.
Unlike the off the rack uniform worn by most of her fellows,
Cynthia's were tailor made. The cut of her blouse accented her
small 34 inch bust. They were the only suggestion of the 36
year old's
gender.
Turning her attention away from the scantily clad prostitute
and back to Murphy, Cynthia couldn't help but notice the
swelling in his trousers.
"Such devotion to your duty is to be
commended." Cynthia said with just a trace of sarcasm in her
voice. "But, I'm afraid the Captain wants to be able to give
the Mayor a full report on the sweep at their breakfast
meeting this morning. You're not going to be able to give your
new friend here your special attention."
Murphy's only answer was a small, barely audible groan. That
and a sudden reduction in the size of his bulge.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure cutie-pie here finds her way to
where she's supposed to be." The Lieutenant added, a look of
satisfaction on her face.
The opposite look filled Murphy's face as he reluctantly
opened the door to his cruiser and entered it alone. Just
before he gunned the engine and tore out of the lot, Cynthia
heard him mutter....
"Damned Bitch!"
Ann Douglas
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