Cop

Finally the class was over and I could go home. I couldn't remember when I had ever been so bored. OK, I know it was my fault for driving too fast. That's the breaks. I got tagged for speeding and had to do this offenders class on safety, but the majority of people in the class were sauces, very few speeders. The cop who tagged me was a tall Highway Patrolperson who I always referred to as "Bad Mary." Turns out her name is Officer Joelle Campion, and she not only pulled me over, but also 4 other cars all at the same time. I thought that I would still use the moniker, but would of course change it to Bad Joelle. She was quick and she was cute. So even though she was writing me for a $270.00 ticket, she looked good doing it. It was hard to remain mad at someone so perfect.

She was tall, about 6 ft, large brown eyes that seem to scream out at you when she looked at you. Her lips were full and she wore a modest red lipstick. She was of a medium build, though through her shirt sleeves, I could make out the definition of some muscles. For a fleeting moment I thought about what it would feel like to have those arms wrapped around me.

But I did say fleeting. She handed me the fine to sign and quickly I was brought out of my fantasy world. She handed me the ticket and told me to have a nice day, all the while smiling at me. As she walked away, she turned and over her shoulder she said, "Hey, I really like that streamer on your back window. I haven't seen that one before," and with that she got into her car and waited for me to pull away first. The flag she was referring to was my minute gay statement. This particular streamer was iridescent and seem to glimmer more in the sun.

And so there I was every Tuesday night for an hour and a half, sitting in a small room with other traffic offenders and an officer. Most nights we viewed films left over from the 50's. You know the type, very grisly traffic accidents, where none of the victims ever lived. And it was always some drunk or some reckless speeder who caused the deadly scenes. Some night we would sit and talk about situations where we believed we were right, all related to vehicles. This night, however, was so boring. Our usual officer couldn't make it, so another person was filling in, and she hadn't a clue as to what to do or what was usually done, so we sat around while Big Eddie (major sauce) told us his own grisly stories of driving around Sonoma County as a kid. I think I slept through most of it.

The next week, I found out that our usual Officer Kenton Clark was still off work due to the flu. Someone standing outside the place smoking said there was another womyn stand-in for the evening. I heard myself moan, thought that I too would call in sick and just as I was heading for the phone, I noticed Bad Joelle. My heart fluttered. I cant even begin to tell you how excited I was to see her. Hell, the first time we met, it cost me close to 3 bills...she wasn't cheap.

I grabbed a seat near the rear of the class, knowing that when she entered the room, she would walk by me first. I just wanted to get the whole effect, to watch her stride across the room. When almost everyone was there, and she still hadn't come in, I stood up and wondered if my eyes had been playing tricks on me. I walked into the corridor and looked one way and then the other and no Joelle. Damn! I realized then that I should have called in sick. I decided to hit the restroom before the session started.

I washed my hands and face, pushing my hair back over my ears. I remember looking tired. After working 10 hours at the restaurant, traffic school wasn't really what I had in mind. I took my comb out and brought it through my hair trying to adopt a cooler attitude with a new look. While I was preening myself, I didn't notice that anyone had been in the bathroom until I heard the commode from one of the stalls flush. I wondered then if I had been talking to myself, because sometimes I had done that. Not that I was crazy or anything, but just sometimes when you don't have anyone else to bounce things off of, you might find yourself talking to yourself. Worked for me, but I was a might bit worried that someone else would find me daft. I started for the door when I heard Bad Joelle. "Hey there, remember me?"

I turned and damn if she didn't look better than that fateful day when we met. She was dressed in black slacks and a salmon colored cashmere sweater with a low rounded neck. She wore simple pearls around her neck and looked so stunning that I found myself possibly staring at her with my mouth open.

"I was the cop who gave you that ticket over on Highway 12 a few weeks ago, remember? You and 4 other cars?" "Yea, I remember well," I said shaking my head up and down like some simpleton. "How are you?", I asked. "I've been great, thanks for asking" "Pull anyone over since then?" I asked her and then laughed. She laughed with me and told me she had pulled over possibly 75 people since then, and then added, " But none as cute as you!" WOW! I was blushing so red and couldn't see it in her chocolate skin, but knew that she had to be, was hoping that she shared this moment in red with me. But then another thought came to mind and I thought maybe this was how she got her dates, first ticket someone and then hunt them down.

"Hey, I better get in there. I have a class to teach. Take care," she said and walked out of the lounge. I just stood there up against the wall, in a sort of dazed state. She was smooth. Some people have said I was smooth, but not like this womyn. I decided then, even though she was teaching that class, I was cutting it. I went back into the class and grabbed my jacket and saw Joelle watching me as I left the room.

5 am and the phone was ringing. Who the hell would be calling so damn early? I reached over my pillows and grabbed for the phone and placed it to my ear, just as someone hung up. I hate that. I tried going back to sleep, but all I did was toss and turn, eventually getting up. I decided to go for a run. I went and dressed for a winter morning and headed out the door. The phone started ringing as I was putting my key in the door and I just said, To hell with it. I ran down Baywood and then onto St. Francis all the way out to the strip mall and then back on McDowell. Just as I neared my place, the sun was coming up in the East as a huge ball of fire. I looked at the clock when I went into the house and noticed that I had better get my ass in gear.

I was racing down Lakeville when I picked up lights. Damn! My insurance company wasn't going to like this. I hadn't realized that I was going so fast, maybe I could talk myself out of this one. I was just getting my license and registration together when I saw her coming towards the car. I didn't know whether to be happy or scared. Joelle had a rather intimidating look on her face and I didn't want to be just another statistic.

"Ma'am, may I see your license and registration please?", she said as I rolled down the window. "Hi. Its me, Cary. I didn't think I was going so fast, was I?" "Well, what do you think?" she said while standing there with one hand on her hip, the other holding her ticketbook. "I'm sorry. Really I am, but Im in a bit of a hurry. I have to hit the bank before I go to work, couldn't you just this one time let me go?" "First of all, why did you leave the class last week?" "O. Geez, don't tell me you can write me another ticket for leaving?", I asked with a concerned frightened look on my face. Another 300 dollars out the window would leave me in a tight space. I was hoping that my pleading would help. I gave her that charming smile that most dykes go crazy for, she just looked at me and then spoke, "No, don't worry. No ticket for leaving. I was just sort of surprised to see you leave. You know you have to have a valid excuse for leaving. This is like a probation and you have to report." "OK, I promise not to leave anymore. I only have 50 weeks left,," I said kind of laughing. She smiled. It was the brightest part in my morning. She could have written me a hundred tickets at that moment, instead she said, "I pulled you over because, well first of all, I wanted to know why you had left and secondly, because...," and she hesitated for a second and turned and looked at the cars racing by, "I wanted to know if we could maybe go out sometime?" She had taken me totally off guard, but rather than being coy and not answering, I almost tripped over my tongue when I said, "Yea sure..I would love to go out with you sometime. Will you wear the uniform?" Now it was her turn to blush, and I saw it, subtle but creeping up in her high cheekbones. She handed me her business card and told me to call her sometime. I said I would and she walked back to her squad car and drove off. My heart was beating louder than big bass drum..Yea, I started singing the Stones on the way home.

I worked 10 days in a row and thought of Joelle often, just didn't have the energy or time to call her. I didn't want to give the impression that I wasn't interested, so I called her number and left an answer on her machine. It went something like this..."Hi Joelle, this is your little traffic offender and I was calling to say that I would love to see you, its just that Ive been so busy with work, that I haven't had time to breathe. Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you. Bye," and then wished that I had said something else instead. It wasn't like email, where you could unsend and then resend something else. I really felt foolish, but maybe she wouldn't see it as such.

Another 12 days of consecutive work. I was burned out and in dire need of some time off, but Henri wouldn't hear of it. He said he needed me. I told him I would quit if he didn't give me at least 2 days free. He humphed and grumped around a bit and then said he would give me next Monday and Tuesday off. I told him I needed it now and I was firm. I do believe that he believed every word I spoke, so he relented and gave me the rest of the week off.

I went and had a massage and then ran for 5 miles, went home and noticed there were 11 messages on my machine. I decided to get a shower first and then check them later.

The messages were all from Joelle. She was happy to hear from me and she wanted to see me soon. The next 5 messages were from her while she was driving down the road chasing another infractor. And then the last message, was somewhat cut off and I didn't really know anything of what she said. I thought I would give her a call after my dinner, but first I was going to catch a little nap.

I awakened to laughter. When opening my eyes I saw Joelle standing over me and the bed. I tried to move, but soon realized that my hands were cuffed to the bed railing, one on either side. She stood there with that incredible smile across her gorgeous lips. "Hey baby, I just couldn't wait," she said as she leaned down and ripped my shirt from my body. The fabric stretching was taut and stung as it came away from me. "Ouch, that hurts," I cried out and she covered my mouth with hers, pushing her forceful tongue into my mouth. She pushed in far back into my throat making me choke and I tried to turn my head away from her. "Listen to me, I want your attention. Don't try to turn away from me. If you do, I will punish you. Do you have that clear?"

I was frightened. It wasn't that scaredness I felt when I thought I was getting another ticket, this one was born from deep within me. It erupted in a voice of its own. "What the fuck do you think you are doing to me.,in my own house, get me the fuck outta these," and with that she moved her knee down into my belly. I was really scared. She meant business. I decided to cooperate. "Now that's better baby, you can have it two ways. The nice way or the way where I win and you feel lousy afterwards. What will it be?" "Your way". And I laid there silent, waiting for her next move. I watched as she put on a waist harness and slipped a big black dick into it. I was the one who usually wore the harness in relationships I was in, was never the fuckee. I watched as she moved over to me and when she kissed me I kissed her back. This time the kiss was softer and I felt her fingers touch my nakedness. She moved her knowing thumb and forefinger rolling over each nipple till it was taut and rocky, then she squeezed a little tighter till I moaned. She seemed to like that. She inched her way down my torso, taking her time and just as I was getting into the gentleness, she stopped abruptly and said, "Bitch, now its your turn to please Daddy." She stood up and moved up to where my head lay. She got right up to the couch and holding the massive cock in one hand said to me, "Its tube steak time baby, do it good. I want to watch." I watched her watching me as I licked the bulbous head of her toy, and then licked down one side of the shaft and then down the other, each time quickening my pace. I could hear her saying "Good baby, good baby, o yea daddy loves his baby" and the faster I got the hotter she became. I felt her fingers grab hold of my bush and tug and then she jerked her pelvis up into me, so that the cock made its way into the rear of my mouth. I swallowed it as far as I could and watched as her eyes almost rolled into her head as she fucked my mouth. It was so incredibly hot watching her get off, I couldn't help but puddle up under me. I felt her erupt sweetly on my face, my tongue lapping it up and Joelle saying, "O baby, O yes. And now I have something for you sweet baby, o yea daddy has something for you." And I watched as she pulled the harness off and for a minute I thought maybe she was going to give me head, but instead she pulled on a sterile glove and if I thought I was frightened before....

She laid on the bed next to me, stroking my nipples and kissing me. She kissed my neck and collarbone and trailed kisses down my belly. She ran her tongue in my bush and down to my clit. I almost jumped from sheer excitement. She drove her tongue down my path to the entrance to heaven and darted just inside the opening. I moaned and my mouth became parched. My breath rapidly beating in my chest. Waiting for her next move. I started to say something and stopped, for somewhere inside of me I wanted this as much as she....

She parted my labia with her gloved hand. The polyurethane was weird the way it rubbed against my skin. I felt as her forefinger entered me and then the middle one and then the third. She started fucking me slowly with those three. Long and slow deep thrusts. My body moved against her as she came in and then pulled away and then slammed back into me again. I felt waves building inside of me and then her pinkie finger slid into me and then the breadth of her hand. It was tight inside, but I eagerly wanted her. There was a thirst growing in me,. a desire beyond all others and then I felt it. Her thumb slowly moving into me. Her knuckles and then her wrist and o God, I couldn't breathe at all and she told me she would wait till I felt good and o God, how I felt. How I longed for her to fill me up, fill me up and take me. This was such divine pain. My body started moving again against hers, taking note of my rhythm, she drove her fist in and out of my pussy. I was on fire, a comet all its own burned inside of me. And still she raged in and out of me, slamming into my heaven. My legs wrapped around her, pulling her closer to me. I felt her wet cunt with my thighs as she dripped onto me. I was ready to burst apart when suddenly she used the key and freed my hands. I wrapped them around her neck and buried my face into hers. Our lips found each others. There were tears streaming down my face. I didn't remember crying, it was just so much emotion filling me and then I erupted sweetly.

We were kissing, it was morning and the light came shining into the room. We had remained locked in each others embrace all night. Her uniform was slung over the armchair across the room. Her harness near the foot of the bed. "Hey sleepyhead, don't you have to get dressed for work. You don't want to be late and have some other policeman give you a ticket, do you?" "Baby, I have the rest of the week off, no racing for me. I just want to stay here with you under house arrest" "Make that bed arrest and I'll race you to the shower", she said as we both scurried for the bathroom.