“What have we got here, Harlowe?” He asks gruffly, glancing down to examine the corpse.
“A dead guy.” You dryly reply.
“We’d better call dispatch. Looks like we won’t need the coroner after all.” O’Halloran tells Nancy, matching your sarcasm. “C’mon pal, what’s the story?”
“Came up here to enjoy the fresh air and the view.” You reply. “Happened upon this unfortunate fella. Did my civic duty and called it in.”
“Is that right?” He replies suspiciously.
“That’s right.” You reply firmly.
“We’ll need you to come down to the station so we can take a statement.” Nancy tells you.
“Sure.” You shrug.
“Okay, Sam, now stand back and see how real detectives work.” She grins.
You wait patiently while they examine the scene. Once the coroner arrives, Nancy turns to you.
“I think we’re all done here Sam.” She tells you. “Just follow us down to the station. We won’t keep you long.” You nod, making your way back to your car and following them back downtown.
You pause in the doorway to light a cigarette before entering the station. It’s the usual cacophony of loud drunks, indignant whores and pissed off cops. The air smells of fresh sweat, stale coffee and dusty files. You follow Nancy and O’Halloran to the front desk, the portly desk sergeant looking tired and irritable. Probably deep into his shift, but not close enough to the end of it to lift his mood.
“You can’t smoke in here.” He tells you. You meet his gaze and draw in a lungful of smoke, the tip of the cigarette glowing red before puffing a smoke ring in his direction.
“Sure you can.” You grin.
“Knock it off Sam.” Nancy tells you, rolling her eyes. You chuckle and stub out your cigarette on the desk. “Mr Harlowe is helping us with the one-eight-seven up at Griffith observatory.” She tells him. He nods, not even bothering to disguise his apathy.
“Room Five.” He grunts, nodding to his right. You follow the two officers down a corridor, pausing outside a door with ‘5’ engraved on a brass plate.
“I’ve got this if you wanted to make a start on the paperwork.” Nancy tells O’Halloran.
“You sure?” He asks her, raising an eyebrow.
“He’s a gumshoe, not a hardened criminal for chrissakes.” She tells him. He shrugs and walks on down the corridor. Nancy pushes open the door and gestures for you to enter. You step inside the room, catching a whiff of her sweet smelling perfume as you pass. It’s a small, windowless square room with a rectangular table and a seat on both sides. You sit down and toss your hat onto the table while Nancy closes the door behind her, a metallic click ringing out as she locks it. She sits in the seat opposite, removes her cap, loosens her tie and gazes across at you. You lean back in your chair, gazing right back. Her blonde-brown hair is tied neatly behind her head in a bun and the glow of the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling illuminates her face. Nancy’s pretty in a tom-boyish kind of way with her tanned, freckly cheeks and athletic build. She’s somewhere in her early thirties. It’s an attractive age. Old enough to be worldly while young enough to still look youthfully beautiful. The kind of broad you’d want to take to bed with the lights on and still want to have a conversation with afterwards. You grew up in the same neighborhood and kept in touch ever since. Besides, it never hurts to have a friend in the police department.
“Let’s cut the crap Sam.” She tells you, pulling out a notebook. “We both know you weren’t up at the observatory taking the air.”
Come clean
Stick to your story
“It’s just as I told you.” You shrug.
“Bullshit.” Nancy snaps, her gray eyes narrowing. “Don’t treat me like a sap, Harlowe. We go back too far for that.”
“I didn’t come in here to be grilled.” You growl, thumping the table and making her flinch. “I found the stiff, I called it in. End of goddamn story!” Nancy sits back, letting out a little squeal of frustration before taking a deep breath.
“Okay Sam, have it your way.” She tells you, closing her notebook. You feel a pang of guilt, feeling you ought to throw her a bone if you want her to spill any details from the coroner’s report.
“I have nothing more to say to Officer Morton.” You tell her. “Though I might have somethin’ to say to my old friend Nancy, strictly off the record.” She leans forward, a smile playing on her lips
“Confidential and on the QT.” Nancy confirms.
“The stiff is a butler named Carstairs. He works for Neville Vandergraaf.”
“I don’t suppose you’re going to tell me how you know that?” She smiles.
“Client privilege.” You shrug.
“You sound like a goddamn shyster,” Nancy replies before her shoulders slump slightly, “But fair enough I guess.”
“We all done here?” You ask.
“Yeah.” She replies. “It’s been good to see you Sam.”
“You too.” You grin. “You look a million bucks in that uniform you know.”
“Knock it off, Sam.” She smiles, blushing.
“So, you and O’Halloran an item?” You ask her.
“Hardly.” She laughs humorlessly. “He’s a good man and I trust him completely, but he’s no interest in me, if you follow my drift.” You nod and she sighs deeply. “We’re both pariahs in the LAPD. No one wants either a woman or a sissy as their partner, so they threw us together.”
“They probably figure they’d never get any work done, staring at your caboose all day.” You tell her before a sly smile crosses your face. “Not that I’d blame them.”
“My God, you’re just as bad as them.” She smiles, rising from her seat. You watch as she circles the table and leans against it next to you. “Though unlike those degenerates, maybe I don’t mind you looking.”
“Yeah?” You grin, your chair scraping on the floor as you climb to your feet. You take her in your arms and press your lips to hers. She sighs softly, her body molding against yours as she melts into your embrace. Your hands slide down her back before cupping and squeezing her firm buttocks. She holds your face in her hands, her fingers warm against your cheeks as she kisses you passionately.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” She murmurs, breaking the kiss, a shadow of doubt falling across her face. “If we get caught, I’ll be suspended. They’ll take my badge, Sam!” She chews her lip, but you can see the lust in her eyes as her heart rules her head.
Allow her to continue
Stop her
“Then let’s take a rain check, huh?” You reply, reluctantly pulling away from her. While your pulse races with excitement, it’s not worth Nancy’s job.
“Rain check.” She nods, her voice flat and her disappointed expression mirroring how you feel. The spell is broken and she straightens her uniform.
“I appreciate your cooperation, Sam.” She tells you, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “You’re free to leave.”
“Thanks.” You reply, picking up your hat.
“What will you do now?” She asks as she escorts you back through the station.
“Take a cold shower.” You reply ruefully.
“Sorry Sam.” She blushes. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
“You damn well will.” You grin, reaching down and playfully pinching a buttock. She flinches and glares at you before her expression softens.
“I’ll look forward to it.” She smiles as you reach the entrance.
“See ya around.” You tell her with a roguish grin before pulling on your hat and striding into the street.
Continue
You decide to throw her a few details. Might help grease the wheels for her to pass on a little information of her own once she has the coroner’s report. You lean back in your chair and make a show of coming to a reluctant decision.
“The stiff is a man named Carstairs, a butler for Neville Vandergraaf.” You reply. “I was meeting him about a case I’m work
ing on. He was going to tell me something, but someone rubbed him out before he could spill it.” You subconsciously finger the book of matches in your pocket. “That’s as much as I know.”
“Fair enough.” Nancy replies, busily scribbling in her notebook. “Damn, it’s hot as hell in here.” She loosens her tie some more and unbuttons the top three buttons of her shirt, idly rubbing her skin just below her collarbone. Her shirt gapes open and you find yourself gazing at her cleavage, tiny droplets of perspiration clinging to her tanned skin. You loosen your collar and subconsciously lick your lips.
“Get your peepers up here.” Nancy growls. You glance up into her face, finding her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched.
“Can’t blame a guy for looking.” You shrug. “Beautiful woman like you.”
“Knock it off.” She blushes, a smile playing on her lips. She continues scribbling on the pad, but no longer fluently. “Goddamn it.” She mutters. “You’ve got me all distracted.”
“Maybe a distraction’s what you need.” You grin, getting to your feet and walking around the table behind her. You rest your hands on her shoulders.
“Don’t.” She murmurs, tensing up. You ignore her, gently massaging her shoulders and neck and feeling her body relaxing. “Goddamn it Harlowe, I’m on duty.” She tells you weakly, the pen dropping from her fingers as she gives in to temptation. You lean forward, Nancy tilting her head to one side as you kiss her neck and cheek. You can feel your balls tingling as you inhale her perfume, your lips grazing across her soft skin.
“Being up at the observatory reminded me of that afternoon we spent together in Griffith Park before the war.” You whisper in her ear. “You remember? That quiet spot in the shade of that sycamore tree?”
“I shouldn’ta done that.” She giggles.
“I was glad you did.” You murmur as Nancy twists her head towards you, her gray eyes gleaming with excitement. You press your lips to hers, kissing her deeply while you slide a hand down into her shirt, gently squeezing a firm breast through the lacy fabric of her bra.
“No Sam, we mustn’t.” She moans weakly as you kiss. You pull her up and she allows you to draw her into your arms, her body molding itself to yours.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” You tell her, kissing her harder. She responds just as passionately, looping her arms around your neck. She breaks the kiss, a shadow of doubt falling across her face.
“I shouldn’t be doing this.” She murmurs. “If we get caught, I’ll be suspended. I could lose my job, Sam!” She chews her lip, but you can see the lust in her eyes as her heart rules her head.
Continue to seduce her
Stop
You pull her back to you, kissing her again. With a final low whimper, Nancy surrenders herself to her own lustful impulses. As your own passions run high, thoughts of dissuading her are far from your mind. Your tongues flick and fence with each other, her fingers running through your hair. You enjoy the aroma of her perfume, the taste of her lips and her tiny moans of excitement. She abruptly pulls away, her gray eyes burning with passion. She grasps your arm and with surprising strength, turns you around away from her before shoving you roughly against the wall, your face pressed against the brickwork.
“What the fuck?!” You gasp, as she pulls your hands behind your back.
“You’re not resisting arrest are you?” She hisses, as you feel the cold steel of handcuff bracelets placed around your wrists.
“I wouldn’t dare.” You grin as the handcuffs ratchet closed.
“Then you’re smarter than you look.” She tells you. “Sir, I’m now going to frisk you.” You feel her hands slide down your chest and sides, patting you down. Then you feel her hands slide up the outside of your legs before slipping inside your thighs, gliding slowly upward. You stifle a gasp as her fingertips nudge your balls.
“Now what do we have here?” She murmurs before roughly spinning you back around to face her. Her gray eyes glint mischievously as she cups your groin. “I hope you’ve got a license for that weapon.” She purrs, her hand caressing the growing bulge.
“You’ll find my credentials are in order.” You smirk.
“I’m sure that’s the case sir, but I’m going to need to check your weapon for myself.” She tells you, her lips curling up slightly as she struggles to remain in character. Her fingers reach for your zipper and it clacks as she slowly pulls it down. You can feel your pulse racing as her hand reaches inside your slacks and into your underpants, her fingers closing around your stiffening shaft. You gasp as she pulls it out, your cock jutting up in the air, the purple tinged crown taut and shiny. This time, she cannot disguise a smirk.
“I trust it’s satisfactory?” You groan as her fingers explore your straining length.
“Are you aware that the State of California has outlawed weapons of this caliber?” She asks, arching an eyebrow. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to unload it before I can allow you to leave.”
“I’m more than willing to cooperate.” You grin.
“Good.” She replies, her eyes glinting. “I know just how to deal with one of these.”
Allow her to proceed
Suggest she ‘unloads’ you with her mouth instead
“You remember what you did to me that last night before I shipped out to Europe back in forty-four?” You grin. Nancy blushes and nods.
“At the back of that movie house.” She smiles at the memory. “That was the first time I ever did that. It felt so dirty, but thrilling at the same time.” She pauses, her gaze meeting yours, her eyes glinting with excitement. “You want me to do that again?” You nod eagerly. Chuckling sexily, she drops to her knees before you, her tongue flicking out and licking her lips. She grasps your cock and pulls it towards her. You can feel her hot breath on the straining tip as she cranes her head forward. Her lips pout before her pink tongue flicks out and tentatively swipes across the purple tinged crown.
“Yes.” You groan, your hardened cock twitching in her grasp. Nancy giggles and swirls her tongue around the bulbous head, leaving it glistening with her saliva.
“You like that?” She asks huskily.
“Uh huh.” You grunt as she laps at the underside of your shaft, tracing the thick vein.
“You want for me to suck it?” She purrs, her eyes glinting in the dim light of the tiny room.
“Yeah.” You rasp. She rocks back on her knees and smiles up at you.
“So, you got anything else to tell me about the case?”
“You’ve gotta be goddamn kidding me?!” You growl, her smile vanishing at your ire. “They teach you that interrogation technique in basic training?”
“Sorry Sam, I had to ask.” She shrugs, her hand slowly stroking you. She drops her head back into your lap and this time she takes you into her mouth. Your anger swiftly dissipates to be replaced by pleasure as you feel her warm, wet mouth engulf your shaft, her lips sliding slowly up and down your length.
“Apology accepted.” You groan. Nancy chuckles, her lips vibrating pleasantly around your straining cock. She finds a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down in your lap. Her free hand delves inside your pants and gently caresses your balls. You gasp, luxuriating in the incredible sensations from your groin as her mouth and hands work together. You can feel your climax rising and know you won’t last much longer.
“I’m close.” You pant. Nancy pulls back, grinning wickedly up at you
“You wanna come in my mouth?” She breathes, her eyes gleaming.
Come in her mouth
Come on her face
You eagerly nod, squirming in your chair and willing her to take you back into her mouth.
“Good.” Nancy replies huskily before dropping her head back into your lap. Her lips resume sliding up and down your saliva slick length as she brings you rapidly to your climax.
“Yes, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You moan desperately. “Make me come. Make me fill your mouth with my seed!” She seems hell-bent on doing just that, her hands furi
ously pumping your shaft and massaging your balls while her cheeks cave in as she sucks the tip. You lift your hips up off the chair and roar with release as your balls tighten and unleash their load. The bulbous head swells in her mouth as the first spurt jets powerfully across her tongue. She sucks and slurps on your erupting cock as you grunt again and again, filling her mouth with your thick, creamy seed. Mewing with delight, she enthusiastically gulps the hot fluid down. As your climax subsides, you relax back into your chair. You groan as Nancy’s tongue swipes across the sensitive tip, licking away the last traces of your come before sitting back and smiling up at you. You smile back weakly, panting for breath.
“Thank you for your co-operation, sir.” She chuckles, climbing to her feet.
Continue
“No.” You groan. “I wanna come all over your pretty face.” Her eyes widen in surprise and she opens her mouth to retort before shrugging her shoulders and taking you back into her mouth. She resumes bobbing her head, but this time she keeps glancing up at you, her eyes searching your face for an indication of your imminent climax. As you luxuriate in her talented attentions, she doesn’t have long to wait.
“I’m gonna come!” You gasp. Nancy immediately pulls you from her lips and holds your cock close to her face as your balls tighten and send a torrent of come racing up your shaft. She squeals as the first eruption streaks up the side of her face. She squeezes her eyes shut as she sweeps your twitching shaft from side to side. You grunt thickly with each eruption as your thick, creamy seed spurts over her freckled cheeks, nose and mouth. She holds your twitching shaft against her right cheek as the last of your seed oozes from the tip. Nancy’s eyes tentatively flick open and she smiles up at you before giving the bulbous head a playful kiss.
“Thanks doll.” You smirk, gazing down at her come splattered visage.
“God, I feel like such a whore.” She murmurs, reaching up and running her fingertips through your thick seed. She reaches into the pocket of her crumpled uniform at her feet and pulls out a handkerchief. Climbing to her feet, she carefully wipes the glistening pearly white fluids from her face.
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