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Arresting Officer 4/4 (ff)
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-Arresting Officer-
Part Four
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
"Can I get out of these now?" She said, lifting the
handcuffs into view.
Cynthia reached over and pulled the keys off her belt. A few
seconds later, Jody was rubbing her sore wrists.
"Happy now?" Cynthia asked.
"Not really, but I think this will make me feel better."
Came the answer.
With that, she grabbed Cynthia and kissed her as hard as she
could. This time is was her tongue that was the aggressor as
it explored the interior of Cynthia's mouth.
They lay there in each others arms, softly caressing the
others naked form. Exchanging long, moist, kisses, their
tongues slipping back and forth.
"This was fun." Jody said softly. "A pity it has to come to
an end."
"I know," Cynthia replied, still stroking Jody's breast.
"They should be just about finished with that crowd up in
booking. I should be able to get your paperwork right through
now."
"Fuck you!" Jody hissed.
"Hey, I was only kidding." Cynthia
chuckled. "And besides, I think you just did."
Standing up, Jody examined the torn remains of her blouse.
It would be impossible to wear out of the building.
"What am I going to do about this?" She asked. "I can't
very well parade upstairs with these hanging out."
"They are very noticeable." Cynthia noted, the humor still
in her voice. "Don't worry, there's some clothes in the locker
room in the back. You can wash up and change."
With that, Jody picked up her rags and heading in the
direction she had indicated.
Cynthia washed up in the utility closet. She knew that if she
followed Jody back into the locker room's shower they would
never get out of here. Quickly dressing, she checked her
watch, still time for a late morning breakfast.
"Hey, lets get a move on!" She yelled to the back.
Jody reappeared five minutes later, having gone an amazing
transformation. She was a totally different woman.
Her topknot ponytail was gone and her black hair had been
tied up into a tight bun. Gone also were the bright makeup
and gold jewelry. Her face had been freshly scrubbed and she
now wore only a hint of makeup.
What was most astonishing was the outfit she now wore. It
was the blue uniform of the Metropolitan Police Force. On her
collars were the pips of the 14th Precinct. She wore the
shield of a Patrolman, across from the name tag which read
Austin.
"How do I look?" She said, striking a pose.
"Like a recruiting poster." Cynthia replied. "Now lets get
out of here."
The two woman turned to leave when Jody asked. "What would
you have done if they had actually booked me?"
"I would've said you were one of my snitches and got you out
of there." Was the reply. "With the Captain off smoozing with
the Mayor, I'm the senior officer here. No one would think to
question my cutting you loose."
"I have to admit, Cyn, you really outdid yourself this time."
Jody smiled as they walked down the corridor to the
stairwell. "You can be a real crazy bitch when you want to
be."
"And you love it." Cynthia grinned, blowing her lover a
kiss.
"True, very true."
"Enough chit-chat, we really have to get going." The
Lieutenant said as they reached the stairs. "D'Marco's isn't
going to hold those brunch reservations forever."
"One last thing though," Jody said as she followed up the
stairs. "If we ever try this again, next time... I get to be
the arresting officer!"
At that, both women burst into laughter.
END
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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