Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: N/A
Detective Sergeant Josie O'Malley of the Indianapolis Police Department is baffled by the killing-off of an entire branch of Chinese triad recently located to the state capital. Some people in the department think it was an internal fixing or some other criminal organization wiping out the competition. O'Malley thinks otherwise, but she needs to analyze the case in her own special way, and to do that, she takes a weekend trip to a moderately popular surfing paradise on the West Coast. This text contains surfing, cheating, interracial sex, and a brief moment of violence.
DEEP DOWN BLUE
Written by Norton5
"How much is the board going to cost me?" "No. You mean, how much is the board going to do for you." "It's the money that talks in the end." "But I'm not selling you a piece of junk. This is my best work." Josie gave Earl, the surf board specialist, an evil eye. "How much, Earl?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "Oh, a mere twelve hundred." "What the fuck?" He quickly gave her an alternative, "Or you could easily purchase some of my other excellent yet generic boards for a quarter of that price."
Josie shook her head from side to side and asked, "So what exactly can this board do?" Earl got psyched up again, "Glad you asked. Just like all my other boards, it has been specially streamlined and cut." Josie nodded, and he continued, "Unlike my other boards, this one has a little in-built, warm fusion-powered, electronic propulsion system that allows you to ride a wave without having to have a hundred percent control over your board. Meaning, wherever you want it to go and you nudge it a little in that direction, it will go, and thanks to the propulsion system, it will go fast."
Josie had a grin on her face. This was a genuinely awesome board and Earl wasn't lying about it being his best. She had known Earl for three years now and had been surprised by his ingenuity with surfboards and other surfing accessories, but this one board was truly his best so far. Nothing he had ever done could come close to this. He surprised her further with one last bit of info.
"You see this little square on the corner of the board?" "A-huh." He tapped a rhythm on it and it popped open, ajar from the rest of the board. Josie looked inside and gasped, "What the hell?" Earl snickered, "Don't act like you don't know what it is. Cops handle these things everyday, don't they?" "Well, yeah, but why would I need it when I'm surfing?" Earl raised his eyebrows mischievously, "You never know, Detective."
Josie wrote him a check for one thousand two hundred dollars and he wrapped the board, handing it over to her and giving her a hastily typed, single sheet, instruction manual for it.
"Aw, mommy, I wanted to see the new surfboard you got. Earl makes really good ones." Josie smiled, listening to her ten-year-old daughter's sweet, pleading voice over the cell phone. She was driving to the airport. "Sorry, sweetie. You'll get to see it when I return. Right now, I'm in a hurry to catch my flight." "Okay." "Could you put daddy on the phone, please?" She heard, "Daddy, mommy wants to talk to you." Her husband's voice came on the phone, "Hey, babe. What's the rush?" "I booked an early flight. I'll be in Silver Sands Saturday and Sunday, then I should be back Monday. Sorry I had to leave earlier than I'd said." "That's okay. Just take care of yourself." "I will."
Dt. Sgt. Josie O'Malley was a tall, blonde, blue-eyed woman, thirty-two years old, married for ten years to Norman O'Malley. She kept in shape and was as tough as any of the guys in S.W.A.T. Her pretty face and curvacious beauty made it difficult for some of the men on the police force to work with her, but the ones that mattered knew she was the real deal and treated her with equal or more respect as any other cop.
She was leaving for Silver Sands, a little town located by a beautiful beach where surfers loved to congregate and surf. She too was a surfer, but she wasn't going there for fun. An entire branch of the Chinese triad had been gunned down a week ago and no one on the force could make head or tails of it. She suspected that someone in the police department had taken their sensitive information and either sold it to another organization or used it themselves in their personal vendetta for who-knew-what.
Josie needed to open her mind and let the sea breeze and waves flow and crash through it. This helped her to solve many of her life problems and even police cases she was given. She needed to figure out who had killed twenty-nine members of the Chinese triad. A whole lot of bodies, criminals yes, but they had been wasted by someone operating outside the law, and it was Josie's duty to bring them to justice.
The following morning, Josie woke up and took a shower. She was in a hotel near the beach at Silver Sands. Putting on a bright blue two-piece bikini, she walked out of her room and to her car. As she passed men in the hallway and open-air dining area, she got a lot of whistles and comments like, "Whoa, momma, please!" "Slap that thing she got in front and behind her." "There's God's gift to mankind, right there. A prime example." She only smiled and kept walking, finding her car in the car park. Her surfboard was strapped to the top.
As she left the hotel, she let her mind analyze the events of the previous week. They had all gathered in the briefing room at headquarters, and through a projected slide show, were shown the organization of the new triad branch that had been planted in Indianapolis. She hadn't taken any notes. She could remember everything she saw and heard - one of her gifts that came in handy in law enforcement. What she didn't know was who else would record the information shown and use it for their own purposes.
Josie mentally scrutinized all the records of all the people who had been present that day in that briefing room. Which one would go rogue and directly or indirectly wipe out the triad group? She studied the briefing room scene and all following related scenes in her head as she drove to the beach.
The sand was soft beneath Josie's feet, and looking over the beach-scape, she could see it shimmer silver under the glare of the morning sun. Today was a terrific day for surfing. The waves were already rolling in. She walked down the sand line, looking for a spot where she could begin surfing.
"Nice surfboard," she heard the voice coming from behind her say. She could tell it was male and that he wasn't as interested in her surfboard as he was in her voluptuous body. She turned and was surprised to see Dt. Lt. Edward Torres, a recent transfer to the Indianapolis Police Department from LAPD. He was thirty-years-old, only slightly taller than her, but more muscular with light brown skin that high-lighted his African-American and Cuban mixed parentage. His hair was in short dreadlocks that didn't go past his ears; he had the dreads bleached so they were faded from deep orange to almost whitish yellow. His eyes were pale blue and looked both sexy and scary. He was also clean-shaved and wore yellow beach shorts.
"What are you doing here, Lieutenant?" she asked him, gazing at his sculpted biceps, abs, and pectoral muscles in one quick glance, before meeting his piercing cop eyes. He too felt her eyes pierce into his mind, waiting for him to slip so she could observe, record, and analyze. Cops.
"I'm just trying to catch some waves. Heard this place was an excellent place to go. I didn't know you surfed." She smiled, "Whenever I can. It's like a hobby." He responded with, "Surfing is what I do. Police work is only part time, for me." She turned to see a huge breaker crash into the sand bank. "Well, the waves aren't going to wait for me. Wanna join me and take on these suckers?" "It would be my pleasure." Surfboards in arms, they walked into the water and paddled out to the deeper water.
Torres proved to be a superb wave rider. He took on all the waves, big and small, slow and fast, with equal enthusiasm and skill. Josie let him know that she was impressed and he merely shrugged, thanking her. "Let's see what you can do, O'Malley."
She chose a wave and was thrilled to see how well she handled the board and how well it let itself be controlled. Earl, you're a genius, she said. She rode the wave out all the way to its end and flicked the board around, managing to execute a switch-foot and stay up for five seconds before resting forward on the surface to paddle back to where Torres was floating.
"That was awesome, girl," said Torres giving her a high five. "It's Detective O'Malley." He looked at her and she laughed, "Just kidding, Torres." She shoved him lightly on the shoulder. They sat astride their boards, lower legs in the water. "So you're married, Sergeant?" "Call me Josie. And yes, I'm married. I've got a ten-year-old daughter. Her name is Alice." "Wow. I'm still working on getting a girl friend." "Nice guy like you. Shouldn't be too hard." "Hasn't worked well for me so far. Maybe it's the job." She studied him for a moment and detected a weariness in him. Weariness of the world.
"Holy shit, you see that!" "What?" She turned to look where he was pointing, and saw a series of swells heading in their direction. In less than ten seconds, they would be large waves. Torres looked at her and said, "Let's double team on these waves. Whaddaya say?" "Both of us riding on one wave? Sounds risky." "Hey, I'm a pro, and I'll take care of you." "Okay, let's do it."
Torres led the way and she followed after him. The key to this was mirroring his movements on the surfboard and his stance. She did and they smoothly glided along the curling front of the waves. The water whipped up over their heads, but they kept cutting across on their boards, hearing the wave close on itself and crash behind them. Torres whooped and held his hand out and she gave a high-five and they turned to surf on the next one. They rode four big waves and paddled to calm water.
What a rush, thought Josie. She now felt a connection to Torres that went beyond their professional relationship as fellow police officers. Torres suggested they go back to shore and she gladly agreed.
When they reached the beach, it already had a decent number of people walking around, sitting, laying on their fronts and backs, sunbathing, children building sand castles and other structures, etc. Torres pointed to about fifty yards in the distance that didn't have any people and looked secluded with palm trees offering shade and some privacy. "Let's go stay over there." Josie felt a pang of conscience, but nodded, "Sure." They headed in that direction.
Reaching the shade of the palm trees, they set their boards down and rested on top of them since they didn't bring any towels or mats to lay on. They looked up into the sky in silence for several minutes, watching seagulls fly around. Josie felt his hand gently touch her thigh. She gasped and gave him a stern look. Torres smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, just wanted to get your attention." "Well, you have it," she said in an steely tone.
Propping himself against his board on his elbow, he looked seriously at her and said, "I've got something to tell you." Josie thought: Oh, crap. Please, don't try to seduce me. But he said, "I think you're a good cop, definitely one of the best in the IPD. Of course, you know about the killing of those triad chumps the other week." Josie nodded, now not knowing where the conversation was headed, but it was definitely work-related and not seduce-and-fuck-related.
"Yeah?" "And before that, we went through the briefing about their current location in Indianapolis. We were told basically everything about them." "A-huh." He paused, tried to speak, then paused, finally looking hard into her and saying in a dead tone, "I took the information and used it. Tracked the fucking scumbags down and shot every one of 'em."
Though shocked, Josie kept a straight face, knowing she was in a secluded area with a man who had just confessed to mass murder.
"Some criminal organizations are so powerful, they can get away with anything, even when we have all the evidence and take them to court. They always find a way to keep crime going." Torres shook his head slowly, pure hatred in his features. "I took care of it. Did what had to be done even though it was wrong." He looked at her, "Do you think I'm as bad as they are?"
Josie didn't know what to say, but tried the question, "Am I in any immediate danger if I disagree with you?" He laughed, "No. I just needed to talk to someone. Couldn't keep it all inside, you know." Josie was silent for a minute, then asked, "How did you do it? Were you afraid?" Torres leaned back on his board, "Yes. But when you know you're doing the right thing, you become stronger than you normally are. I was able to gun them all down without throwing up or shaking like a leaf. I knew exactly what I was doing and how to do it. It all just came to me like a vision." Josie said, "I wish I was like you. Strong enough to do what has to be done. Knowing that I was doing the right thing. Sometimes I'm just weak and confused."
Turning his head to look at her, he asked, "So you don't think I'm a bad guy?" Meeting his gaze, she smiled and said, "Of course, not. You're a hero. But you can't go telling everyone about what you've done. Am I the first to know?" He nodded. "Good. This stays between you and me." A look of relief washed over his features and his whole body seemed to relax of all tension. "You're one really cool cop, you know that, Detective O'Malley?" She purred, "Nobody ever told me that." "Well, I'm glad to be the first."
He reached across and placed a hand on her flat stomach, lightly brushing his fingers up and down her abdomen. The sensations that brought to her made her sigh deeply. This was wrong, but she couldn't deny that she wanted him right then and there. Here he was, a secret hero for justice. All her training and knowledge of the justice system seemed to fade away before the fact that he got something done, something that the police force couldn't do due to restrictions set down by the law. Plus the fact that they were alone in the cluster of palm trees, with the sun in the sky, warm breezy air, and shimmering sand and water all around them.
For a couple of seconds, Josie wondered what her husband and daughter were doing at that moment. That thought was banished when Torres laid his hard muscled body over hers and brought his face down close to hers. She could smell his breath and it wasn't bad. He smiled at her and stroked her hair. She pulled him down and their lips met. They kissed, and kissed.
Josie ran her hands over his back and shoulders and into his dreadlocks as his tongue probed into her mouth and she flicked her tongue over it, seducing and wrestling with it. His erection could be felt and it was very hard. She reached into his shorts and squeezed his right buttock. This caused his hips to buck into her and his hard-on pressed against her pubic junction. "Take off your shorts," she whispered hoarsely as their lips parted and met again for another tongue-locking. He quickly and roughly tugged them off, dropping them onto the sand between the surfboards. Their lips parted again and Josie breathed, "Now take off my bikini. I want to make love to you."
With her blue bikini off, they kissed passionately on her surfboard, his big hard cock pressed upward against her shaved pussy. They explored each others oral cavity as thoroughly as possible, then he began kissing her neck and shoulders, down to her breasts, sucking on each nipple and squeezing her lovely melons. He kissed below her breasts, down to her navel and finally to her pussy. When he got there, she arched her back upward and parted her legs. He let her put both her legs over his shoulder and attacked her cunt with his mouth, sucking and licking into it, and savoring every part of it. Josie moaned and thrust upward into his face as he worked wonders on her with his tongue. "Ohhhhh, fuckkk!" she cried softly, digging into her hair and tugging it in pleasure and painful ecstasy.
Doing everything he could with his tongue in her pussy, Torres came back up to her and she wrapped her arms around him again, kissing him wildly, tongue-locking, and uttering nonsensical words whenever their lips separated for half a second.
At some point, he penetrated her, but the love-making had been so smooth with him, that she didn't realize that he was thrusting into her sex organ with his while desperately kissing her. Both of them had their arms wrapped around each others upper body, their hands caressing each others hair while they rocked their bodies synchronously into each other and invaded each others mouth.
After what seemed like an hour to Josie, she rolled them both over so she was on top, still joined to him at the waist. Breaking their kiss, she stroked his face and gazed into his pale blue eyes, working her hips in a back-forth-up-down motion over his pelvis. "Ohhhh," he moaned as she did all sorts of things to his cock with her vaginal muscles while she rocked herself over him. His hands clasped her waist and caressed upward to her breasts, where he stroked, caressed and squeezed them masterfully, giving her the right sensations she wanted. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she gripped his powerful biceps for support and gyrated wildly on his cock, squeezing it with her internal muscles, and fucking down onto it wonderfully.
Torres pulled Josie back down on top of him and spanked her ass while pumping his cock upwards into her pussy mercilessly. "Aahhhhh!" she cried out in intense pleasure as his meat drilled into hers and sent electrochemical pulses shooting all over her body from their joined pelvises. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her face down to his and they resumed madly kissing each other. A minute later, he squeezed her left buttock and pummeled her pussy vertically again, his balls slapping against her vagina at a rapid rate. "Yes-yes-yes-yes-fuck-yes!" she cried as her lower body shook from his powerful upward thrusts.
Deciding they were both tired from lying down flat, Josie got up and pulled Torres up with her so they were both sitting upright, she sitting on his lap and cock, with her legs straddled to his sides. "More kissing, huh?" She just nodded and they embraced each other, giving oral-to-oral pleasure. After ten minutes, Josie began bouncing up and down on his cock with her hands on his shoulders. She locked gazes with him and pounded her pussy on his cock for half an hour more, just looking into his mysterious pale blue eyes. They both climaxed several times in that position and then she brought their mouths together again for a final passionate session of oral warfare.
Agreeing to cease their love-making for that time, they both held hands and waded out into the water naked, dipping into the tide and letting it cleanse them of sweat and other bodily fluids. Torres playfully splashed water in Josie's direction which started a mini splash battle. Eventually, she fell into his arms and they kissed as their bodies were halfway submerged in the water. "Your husband is so damn lucky," he said in jealous tone. She fondly touched his nose with her index finger saying, "And someday, you'll make some girl lucky too." He gave her a faraway look and said, "Let's go back and get our boards."
When they got back to their surfboards, they saw a group of teenaged boys looking at the boards and wondering where the owners of these and the beach clothes had gone off to, not bothering to look in the direction of the sea. "Hey, boys," said Josie, standing stark naked and dripping salty wet before them. They looked at her and their jaws almost fell of the hinges and landed on the sand. "Holy cow, she's like really really naked!" said one of them, not believing his eyes. "I guess this is your lucky day," she said sweetly and signaled with her head that they should leave.
When they didn't move after four seconds, Josie looked up at Torres and said, "Honey, you don't appreciate it when young pricks stare googly-eyed at your wife fully naked, do you?" Torres shook his head with a dangerous look on his face, "No, babe, I certainly do not." He flexed his biceps and the boys ran with a trail of falling sand in their wake. Josie laughed watching them go.
"That was cute, you backing me up and flexing your muscles like that. I'm going to recommend to the chief that you and I be partnered. We're good together." He looked at her, "You think that's a good idea, in light of what has happened between us?" Shaking her head slowly, she said, "I don't see any problem with that." "Great." He placed a hand on her ass and she leaned into him for another session of kissing. When they finished, he said, "Damn, you might turn out to be a bad habit for me." She smiled, putting on her bikini and picking up her surfboard, "Hopefully, a habit you won't get rid off too soon."
Josie and Torres split up at the beach car park, driving to their separate hotels. It was 2:40 in the afternoon, and Josie realized she was starving, not having lunch and having a lot of sex at the beach. After showering, soaping, rinsing her body and shampooing her hair, she put on a white t-shirt and pink shorts. She asked the lady at the hotel reception desk where she could have lunch, aside from the hotel. The woman gave her directions and she followed them, arriving at a diner called West Coast Munchies.
Walking up to the counter, she ordered a meal number and filled a large cup of Diet Coca-Cola. Josie found a table by the glass wall and sipped, looking out at the little town of Silver Sands. "May I sit here?" She got caught by surprise and whipped her head around to see Torres, washed and refreshed, wearing a red shirt and dark blue beach shorts. "Please, be my guest," she said. Her heart was beating fast all of a sudden and it took half a minute for her to notice it. Everything seemed out of sync now that he had just shown up, about an hour after they had made love at the beach. Torres stuck a finger in his ear, as if scratching an itch, and said, "Regulate your breathing. You're going to hyperventilate, Sergeant O'Malley." He sipped his large cup of Pepsi and grinned at her, managing a sly wink.
The wink brought her out her internal disarray. "You're a Pepsi guy?" He nodded, "You're into Diet Coke." "Ever since I was a teenager." "Interesting. I'll have that noted down and used as evidence against you someday." She giggled.
Their meals came and they ate, talking about random things between bites. Her cell phone rang and she looked at the caller ID. She winced. "Hubby, huh?" She nodded and pressed Receive. "Hi, honey. How are you?" Torres looked at her for a moment and changed the focus of his gaze to his meal and then to the scenery outside. "Let me talk to her." Pause. "Hey, sweetheart....Mommy misses you too... I'm so proud of you. She won the spelling competition," she said excitedly to Torres. He gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up, and she gave him a seductive smile as a reward for showing interest.
"I should be back before you know it.... Love you, sweetie, mwah." Her husband came back on the line. "Hey.... Ah huh... Yeah, hon, I've definitely made progress on that." Torres looked at her. "Well, I can't tell you about it, but you'll hear it on the news... Yeah... Okay, love you, babe. Bye." Josie put the phone in her pocket. Torres said, "Nice family." "Love them to bits." She sipped her Diet Coke. "And I hope you're thinking of stopping by my place tonight. I wanna do some loving with you too." She gave him a sexy wink and Torres said in a low tone, "Damn, I'm so hard now."
After their late lunch, Josie and Torres took a walk through Silver Sands, checking out the few shops and establishments (library, local schools, monuments, etc.) and walked back to their cars, parked at the diner.
Back at her hotel room, Josie went for another shower, combed her hair, did her nails, etc., ending up looking more like a sexy fit housewife, than a detective of a metropolitan police force. Torres knocked on her door at 7:35 PM and she opened up, standing in the doorway, letting him look at her in her yellow shirt and knee-cut jeans. "What were you expecting? Me in lingerie, curling my finger at you?" "I didn't know what to expect, to be honest." "Oh, just get in here," she said, yanking him by the shirt, pulling him into her room.
He just wore cargo shorts and a white shirt. Locking the door behind him, she said, "Let's watch movies all night." He turned to look at her, confused. She laughed and said, "Torres, take off your clothes and get ready to fuck another man's wife, or I'll give you ten years of bad luck." "Yikes, I better get stripping then."
Wanting some background noise, Josie switched on the television and set the channel to Music TV, making sure the volume was not too low, but not high enough for them to understand what was being said or played.
His clothes dropped onto the floor, Torres sat on her bed and watched as she set down the remote and pulled off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Next, she removed her jeans and thong. She took the thong and stuffed it in his shorts pocket. "A souvenir," she said. "Thanks." Whipping her blonde hair so it was behind her shoulders, she knelt before him on the bed and took his cock in her hands.
Gazing up into his face, she smiled and leaned down to kiss his phallus, her eyes locked onto his. She took his cock head into her mouth and it became as hard as rock. She looked at his cock and turned it around in her hands, stroking it and kissing the head and shaft, then his balls. "You've got such a gorgeous cock." He sighed, "Tonight it's all yours." She said, "Just tonight?" "Any time you want it." She smiled, "That's more like it. Partners have to be there for each other whenever one of them is in need." She took his member into her mouth and sucked his big hard meat. Torres moaned and dug the fingers of his right hand into her golden locks, nudging her further down his cock.
Josie sucked his throbbing shaft slowly at first, then jerked and sucked harder, looking up into his eyes with her lovely blue eyes. Torres ejaculated into her mouth after ten minutes. She swallowed his cum and wiped off the mess on and around her mouth. "Great cum, Lieutenant," she said and he smiled in return.
She pushed his chest, indicating that he move back onto the center of the bed, and crawled in after him. Reaching towards her, Torres cradled her boobs in his two hands and squeezed them together. She looked down as his hands manipulated her soft globes. Torres then brought his mouth to her tits and sucked on her round flesh. "Mmm," she uttered and gently combed her fingers through his dreadlocks while he sucked on her boobs. Josie felt his powerful arms wrap around her waist and he lifted her, sucking on her left boob and nipple before doing the same to her right boob and nipple. "Ohhh, that's really good," she whispered.
After sucking her breasts, Torres kissed her chest, neck, chin, nose, cheeks, and her mouth. When their lips met, they kissed tenderly, but in a minute's time, they were flicking their tongues at each other like lizards, licking each others faces and at times each others tongues and oral cavity walls.
A bit of order was restored when they held each other steady and kissed deeply, lips locked, and so were their tongues. Eyes closed and fully focused on their oral pleasure, Torres broke the kiss briefly to say quietly, "I love your kisses the most." "Really?" "Yeah, let me show you," he kissed into her mouth and they tongue-frolicked like it were an art. Josie also enjoyed his kisses - it was why they both spent more effort on it than any other love-making activity.
Josie said, "I'm gonna lay my head down on the pillow with my knees folded beneath me." She did so and he knew she wanted to get fucked from behind. He got behind her, taking her waist in his hands, he pumped his cock into her pussy, moaning as he felt his hard meat penetrate her soft moist flesh. "Gosh, this feels so good.... Ohhhh, fuck, yes!" She moaned in pleasure too and he continued to thrust his hips back and forth into her, speeding up, and slowing down, then just smacking his pelvis into her savagely, before going back through the slow-fast cycle. "Love your gorgeous cock in my pussy," said Josie, moaning and putting a hand on her rump as she got smashed by his cock.
Next, Torres turned her over, so her head was resting on the pillow and she was facing up. He asked for another pillow and she gave it to him. Taking that, he put it beneath her lower back so her pelvis was at an upward angle. Holding her legs apart, and at a roughly forty-five degree angle to her torso, he pushed his cock into her pussy. "Ohhh, Edward, I want you to fuck me so bad," she moaned. "Here we go, baby," he said and rammed his cock in and out of her cunt, balls thudding squishy into her labia. He increased his speed, but kept it steady, "There it is, babe. How you like that?" "Darn perfect, mmm," she responded. After a while she said, "Go faster now, baby." He did as requested and squashed her pussy fast, "Yeah, yeah, mmmmm," she said, gazing up at the sight of her pussy getting penetrated and pounded by his thick hard cock.
Torres then removed the pillow from beneath her hips and lowered his body onto hers. "Kissy-fucky," she murmured and he kissed her deeply, continuing to drive his cock in and out of her pussy. They fucked for another hour and a half, she riding him and then he getting her on all fours. After more than several climaxes each, they couldn't sleep on the bed and ended up spending the night at his hotel room.
Josie was woken up at 5:23 in the morning by the telephone beside the table. She was in Torres' bed and he had an arm draped over her, loosely clutching her breasts. Must be room service or some contact of his calling, she thought. The phone kept ringing and Torres muttered, "Sorry, babe, could you pick it up, since you're closer to the phone." "Sure," she said and picked up the phone, "Hello?" "Sergeant O'Malley?" Shit. She instantly recognized the police chief's gravelly voice. "Chief? How'd you-" "Don't ask. I went through a minor hell just to get your specific location and room number. Now listen. I want you to leave Torres without getting him suspicious. Believe me, girl, when I tell you, it is in your best interest."
"May I ask why?" "You know that case you're working on? The big one about the major triad killing?" "Yeah?" "Torres is partially responsible for it. He took the information we spent a lot of hours and manpower to acquire, and sold it to the Russian mafia. They paid him and went after the triad boys. Investigation into his bank records shows that he made a lot of money overnight in the past few weeks." Josie's mind began to whir and soon it was going at the speed of light. "Are you still there? O'Malley?" "Yeah, I'm here." "You're in some serious shit, so get out of there pronto." "Thanks, Chief." She hung up.
The grip on her breasts tightened and she moaned reflexively. Torres asked in a sleepy voice, "What was that about? The chief sounded pissed." Her mind still going at light speed, she answered calmly, "It's the triad case. He suspects an information leak and abuse in the department. The main suspects are you and/or a bunch of other guys in the department, plus or minus some of our sources on the street that we regularly hand out misleading information to. Maybe someone on our side got comfy and gave out real info to a snitch who leaked it out to some big shark. Nothing to worry about. I'll simply lay down some 'cover fire' for you until you're out in the clear." She felt his lips on her shoulder and her cheek. He said, "You'd be risking your career, not to mention, risking getting thrown into prison."
They were still under the covers and she turned around to face him. Putting a finger to his lips, she said, "Think nothing of it." He moved in close and she opened up, sandwiching his lower body between her legs, his hard-on pressing against her pussy once more.
It wasn't so difficult to make love to this man who had sabotaged a sensitive police operation against a major crime organization. He was the same man she made love to yesterday at the beach, back when he had explained himself to be a lone, secret warrior for justice. Now she knew him to be a crooked cop, a profiteer, no better than the criminals he had sold the information to or the ones he had helped to kill.
Torres gripped her buttocks as he thrust his cock into her cunt while they lay on their sides facing each other. Josie moaned and threw off the covers so they could see what they were doing. Seeing their bodies grappling with, tensing, and grinding into each other, she decided that they were perfect for love-making, but not to be together due to his corruption of his role as a law enforcement officer.
Pumping his cock meat eagerly into her, he moved his face close to hers and kissed her. She responded, locking her mouth and tongue with his, and they folded into each other so tightly that every thrust he made then on was jerky, but no less pleasurable. "Ahh, ahh, ahhh, ahhh," she cried softly as she neared orgasm and came after a minute and a half. Torres continued to drill forward into her until he climaxed as well. They remained connected at the hips as they kissed passionately for an hour before getting out of the bed to shower together and face the new day.
At 8:08 AM, Josie checked herself out of her hotel room. All sorts of thoughts were filling her head as she put her stuff into her car. Her gun was tossed into the drivers seat. Wondering if she left anything important behind, she looked up to see detective Torres stroll smartly towards her. Realizing she was on the passengers side, she quickly tried to go around the car, but he stopped her by pointing a gun at her, center mass.
"Sorry, babe. Can't let you go. You're a bad habit." He chuckled with no humor in him. There was no guard within the vicinity. Maybe that was a good thing. Less bodies.
"I can't believe I let you fuck me, thinking you were some sort of shadowy hero. But it turns out you're just as bad as the scum we try to rid the world of." Torres nodded. "It was fun when it lasted." Josie noticed that her surfboard was fastened on the roof of her car. A thought clicked into place. She leaned her arm casually on the roof of the car. "Next time, I'll just have to watch what I put into my pussy." He smiled and shook his head, "There won't be a next time." He didn't notice as she strummed a rhythm on the surfboard. "I'm afraid there will be, but not for you, Edward." Picking up the object from the opening in her surfboard, she pointed it at her lover's center mass.
He wasn't ready for it and didn't recognize the danger as she squeezed the trigger on the small pistol, shattering his left shoulder. Another quick, well-aimed shot from Josie, blasted his right kneecap. His gun had fallen out of his reach, and he didn't bother trying for it, blinded by the pain from his shoulder and knee. The gunshots alerted the hotel security and they ran to investigate. Josie identified herself as a police officer and told them to call the local police first before calling for an ambulance.
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