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TEMPTATION TALES
Story 21
His young face had turned a deep red. Her powerful legs had him in a vice-like headlock, the quadriceps muscles of her thighs flexed down hard on his neck from the front and the back. She also had his arms twisted painfully behind his back in a deadly crab-like hold. She could feel his body shudder as he struggled to break free of her. He tried to speak, his eyes wide and imploring.
“He’s tapping out, Diana.” Lieutenant Dixon’s deep voice resonated around the small gym. “Let him go before you break his neck.”
“No problem, chief.” Sergeant Diana Leeann Harvey grinned and released the muscular man she was having a mixed martial arts sparring session with. “Breaking Bruno’s bull neck will take some effort.”
“Not for you, Sarge…” Her gasping opponent sat up and rubbed his purpling neck. “I was seeing… uunghh... every star in the galaxy just then.”
“Well, if you can do that to our champion MMA fighter, you can take down anyone, Harvey.” The lieutenant nodded and offered her his hand.
She took it and let him pull her up to her feet. “How about I take his place in the State Finals then.”
“Hm, it might be crazy enough to work.” Her commanding officer nodded. “Heck, you even bench more than any of the guys we have on the force.”
“Yeah, for a woman… that sure is something.” Bruno Haynes grinned as he stood up and limped toward the showers.
“You say it like it’s some kind of achievement.” Diana called out after him as she toweled herself down.
“Now don’t start that again, Di.” Dixon shook his head. “Yeah, we all accept that you’re an exceptional person and the greatest asset to the force… but from the outside, you’re still going to be judged by your appearance.”
“It wouldn’t be so if I had a thick pipe hanging between my thighs, now would it?”
“Yeah, that’s just how this world works, kid… no matter what you want to believe.” The grey haired lieutenant of the precinct gave her a wry smile before he walked out of the department gymnasium.
Alone now, Diana stepped into the private shower. Beside it was the common one that all the men of the precinct used. This one was hers alone, being the only woman on the force. Ten years she had been a policewoman, decorated five times for exemplary service, the most recent being the year before. And if she continued the way she did, she had no doubts that she’d win ‘cop of the year’ for the State again this year.
She took off her tight gym shorts and training bra, standing naked in front of the full length mirror as the warm water cascaded down her tightly toned body. She liked what was looking back at her. At twenty nine, she had the body of a nineteen year old athlete. She knew most, if not all the men she had known lusted after her sexy figure, and were also intimidated by her imposing stature. Who wouldn’t be? At five feet eleven she did portray a very domineering Amazonian exterior. Her shoulders, rather broad and powerful, added to that persona and her tight narrow waist made her upper body form a perfect ‘T’. But her favorite asset, aesthetically, were her wide, hour-glass hips, further accentuated by her narrow waist. Those sexy hips and her pert 34C breasts lent a definitive feminine allure to the rather masculine aura she mostly emanated. She turned around and looked at the perfect roundness that her buttocks made; further enhanced by two profound dimples on her lower back, forming a sexy triangle with the advent of the deep cleft of her crack. She wiggled her ass and sighed. She knew men would kill to get their hands on her perfect booty, but then most of the men she knew didn’t even dare to look at her directly. Some even went to the extent of assuming she would have no interest in them, and that she preferred her own sex over them. Diana had nothing against gay people; she just didn’t feel attracted to women the way most assumed she would. It was men that she was interested in, but only on her terms. She wasn’t a virgin, having experimented a bit early on in life, but when her career in the police force took off she had time for little else. Her hardnosed dedication to her work, more often than not, created the image that seemed to repel men away from her.
It was her face, or rather the demeanor she often held. She couldn’t help it; it was her no-nonsense nature that helped her make it so far in her career as a policewoman. Ever since she graduated from the academy and joined the force at the age of nineteen, she had been that way and kept getting better at it. There was nothing wrong with her face, though she had never considered herself to be a beauty queen, despite her high cheekbones. Her dark russet hair she wore in a neat layered cut to her shoulders, and her eyes, brown and soft, played off well with her hair. All those years in the gym and a strict diet gave her face a hard lined edge, but it was well proportioned enough to get second looks. Except for her nose, which she felt was a bit too big for her face. Not one to wear make up, Diana had decided long ago that if she found herself a man, it would have to be as who she was and not what she looked like. Though it would seem to her now that a man like that was probably as rare as a woman like her.
Done with her shower, she toweled herself down and headed for her locker, in a private aisle. Putting on a fresh set of her uniform, she clipped on her badge and holstered her gun. The workouts in the morning, before her shift, had become second nature to her and also gave her the impetus to do an even better job for the rest of the day.
“Looks like it’s going to be one of those days.” Dixon was saying as she walked into the office. “Dark, dull and gloomy all day long.”
The fresh aroma of doughnuts, bagels and coffee wafted all around her. She took a bagel and a cup of coffee before sitting down at her desk.
“Yeah, it’s a freak storm in the offing.” Rogers, the forty five year veteran on the force, said. “Like the one we had back in ’69.”
“Geez! How old are you, Rogers?” She smiled at the white haired man.
“I’m near sixty four, lass. At that time I was just a punk kid in the academy.” He told her with a wag of his slender finger. “And this one’s building up to be like the one that tore up this city back then.”
“Hm, it sure is as dark as twilight out there, and it’s just nine in the morning.” She nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “I think I’d better add Bakers and Hollis Avenue to my beat this morning, huh, chief?”
“If you can cover them on your regular run.” Dixon nodded, not looking up from all the papers he shuffled around on his desk.
“Not a problem at all.” Diana rose and walked toward the door. She usually worked her beat alone. None of her partners could keep up with her, not even the young MMA champ Bruno Geiger. So when Dixon finally decided she was better off working by herself, she took it as a sign of triumph over the guys.
* * * * *
“That’s my sixth patrol around Bakers and Hollis.” Diana spoke into her comm. “And nothing out of the ordinary’s happened yet. The sky’s still dark as night, and it’s only four in the afternoon.”
“A couple of more rounds and you can head back.” The duty officer at the precinct told her over a crackling disturbance caused by the freakish weather. “Not sure if anyone should do a night run in this kind of situation.”
“Yeah, looks like the weather’s even got the criminal element spooked. Should be a quiet night then. Harvey over and out.” Diana switched off her mike and eased the squad car out of the narrow street. She turned the corner, getting out of Baker Street and into Freeman’s main. The street lights were all on at full capacity and a light rain had begun to come down, swirling all over in the whipping winds that came with it. She looked around at the few cars that moved slowly in the gloom. It wasn’t just dark and now wet; there was also a sense of forbiddance in the general atmosphere, the kind you see in a horror flick just before the emergence of vampires and zombies.
Not really interested in such, Diana preferred to keep herself grounded to reality. Another hour’s drive brought her back into Hollis Avenue. And as she t
urned into the narrow street for another round, the rain came down in a sudden burst, sheets of white water roaring all around her. She quickly pulled to the side and stopped. She couldn’t even see the front of the car in the wall of torrent that hammered down. Not knowing how long this would last, Diana picked up the mike to call in her situation. It was dead. The rain must have knocked down the comm. towers or something. A dampness began to spread in the air inside the car, and she had to keep her hands warm under the radiator panel. A sudden fear crept into her mind. What if the rain went on for hours and the streets flooded over. The drainage could get choked with this much rain in this old and seamy part of the city. She would be trapped inside the squad car with water rising all around her.
“No bloody way!” She cried out and pushed open the door. A hard smattering of rain hit her as she ducked out of the car, slammed the door and ran to the nearest building. The force of the rain stung her wherever it hit, she had never felt such force from water before. The building was an old one; some kind of warehouse, and it looked abandoned. From the window looking into the alley, she noted that the building next to it was a bank. A local bank, nothing too fancy or global about it. She wondered if there was anyone inside, or had they shut shop in the morning, just as the media had been instructing everyone to do. She took a deep breath and checked the time. Almost six in the evening, and here she was, soaked to her skin and stuck in an empty warehouse on seedy Hollis Avenue, next to an old bank in the middle of a freak thunderstorm.
The extended terracing over the alleyway prevented the rain from obscuring her view of the bank and she wondered if anyone would be foolhardy enough to try breaking into the building right then. She smirked at the thought that only someone as crazy as her would choose to be working on a day like this. Barely had she let that thought pass, something caught her eye in the alley. Before she could think it, her handgun was in her grip from instinct. She took a deep breath and stepped closer to the window and peered outside. Sure enough, someone was there in the alley and by the looks of it; it was a man in a body fitting tracksuit and ski-mask. He had a crowbar in his hands and was trying to break open a window.
Diana silently pushed the warehouse window open and slunk out into the alley, her sopping wet uniform clinging to her body like second skin. The rain wasn’t as hard in there, just the spray that buffeted off the walls to the side. By the time she had gotten outside to the alley, the man was gone. The window to the bank was open and the sill was wet. He had to be inside the building, she knew from experience. Holding her breath, she padded as silent as a cat up to the window, and in one quick move, clambered up and dived into the bank. Tucking in and rolling across the floor inside, she came up with her gun primed, ready for anything. There was no one else there.
She looked around the stifling dimness. This was some kind of storage room, with cabinets, cartons and paper all over the place. A door was slightly ajar and patches of telltale wetness on the floor told her that someone had recently gone that way. She loped off in a crouching run, pushed the door open and slipped inside. It was the vault room and one of the safes had been broken into. It seemed the bank robber was still inside the large safe. She looked around carefully from her hiding place. It didn’t seem like there were any others. It was a one man job. She remembered hearing about something like this a while ago. Small banks being robbed every now and then, no clues left behind, not much to follow up on. Well, it looked like she had the perp in the act now and could take him red handed.
Her heart began to double time as she peered into the vault. The man was in there, gathering up the thick wads of bills into a large duffel bag. She waited outside, daring not even to breathe. She would grab him with his hands full. Her hands felt sweaty as she gripped her gun with white knuckled fists. The guy seemed so oblivious to everything else he was humming a tune as he loaded his loot. It was time to sing him his swan song.
“That’ll be far enough, laddie.” She called out in a deeper than usual voice, holding her gun up at head height as the robber stepped outside cradling his large bag full of cash. “City PD. You are under arrest.”
The man froze in mid stride. He was tall and lanky; his tight track suit outlined every inch of his wiry yet muscular body. The ski mask hid most of his face, except for his eyes, a piercing blue that assessed her top to bottom. There was a moment of awkward silence, as if a wall of ice had suddenly formed all over, trapping the two of them in some kind of stalemate.
And then before she could blink, everything burst into life. The heavy duffel bag came right at her stunned face. Instinct and training, more than her presence of mind, made her duck under the hurled bag. But not enough, as the weight landed on her back, making her drop down on all fours and lose sight of her gun as it fell out of her grip and into the murky dimness. She could see his silhouette moving rapidly away, toward the door she had come in from.
“Well, two can play this game.” She grunted and grabbed the heavy duffel bag. It weighed almost nothing for her, after her daily four hundred pound benchpresses. She hurled the bag after the runner, slamming it hard against the back of his knees. The man stumbled and went down hard, and before he could hit the ground she was on him, like a mountain lioness pouncing on its hapless prey.
Her arm snaked around his neck as she clamped her right hand over her left bicep, locking his head in a sleeper hold. She yanked him back, pushing her knee hard against the small of his back. His grunt of pain excited her, and the more he struggled the easier it became to lock down her hold on his head, cutting off the supply of oxygen to the brain. He’d be out cold in a matter of minutes.
“Uunghh! Uncle… uncle.” The robber sputtered. “I give… I surren… duhhh.”
“Not so fast, creep.” Diana snarled, experience telling her that he was faking it and she held fast. “Not for another two minutes.”
“Okay! Okay!” He pleaded, his ruse failing. “You got me, officer… I’ll come quietly.”
“What’s your name, punk?” She demanded, noting that it took all of her strength to hold him down. It was like trying to keep a coiled python under wraps. His muscles felt as well defined and toned as any MMA fighter or wrestler she had sparred with.
“Uhhh… I… I’m Rod Landon…” The man gasped as she pushed her full weight down on him. Something about the way she held him down made her feel good, in a different sort of way than it usually did when she was sparring with those muscled jocks in the gym.
“For real?”
“Yeah, I swear… I’m Rodney Terence Landon, from Frampton Drive.” He gasped as she exerted more pressure on his back. “Please, it’s true… take me in, book me… and please don’t break my back.”
“Frampton’s on the other side of the river.” She said, easing up on him a little. “How’d you get here in this weather?”
“Uh, I… I’ve been here a week… scoping out the place.” Landon wheezed. “Today seemed perfect… except for you of course.”
“Yeah, I knew adding Bakers and Hollis to my beat this morning would pay off.” She laughed as she released the sleeper hold and deftly moved into position to sit on the back of his head, pinning him face down on the floor. He didn’t struggle as she whipped out her cuffs and secured his hands behind his back. His own bag had his legs pinned and she got off his head and sat on the bag.
“You are going to keep me like this…?” He moaned into the floor.
“As long as this freak rain keeps up.” She told him. “Can’t drive anywhere in this weather.”
“At least let me sit up… please.” His struggled to look back at her. “Officer Diana Harvey.”
“You… know who I am?” She looked at him sharply. He still had the ski mask on and she wasn’t sure if she should remove it just yet.
“Yeah, sure…” He sounded like he was laughing. “Who doesn’t know the only woman cop in the city… and the best, mind you… plus I recognized those takedown moves and holds you put on me.”
“You… are a mixe
d martial artist?” That surprised her even more. No wonder his body felt so well toned and powerful.
“Yeah… I try to be.” He sounded rueful. “But it doesn’t get me as much as breaking into old banks.”
“Well, your banking days are over, fella.” She said, leaning back on the bag and stretching her legs over his shoulders. “Once we get back to the station, you’re going away for ten years. Seven unsolved bank jobs, all of those are going on you.”
“Just seven…” He chortled under the mask, making her need to reveal his face all the more imperative.
She reached out and picked up her gun from where she had dropped it and placed the cold hard nuzzle against his neck. He shivered against her as she pressed him down and reached for his ski mask. In one swift move she yanked it off and then turned him on to his back. The young blue eyed man looking back had her gasping. She knew him. Not personally, but from the fight roster at the MMA tournament of the year before. Bruno Geiger, her young sparring partner, had knocked him out in the semis and then gone on to win the State title.
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