“So you really don’t want any of this”, Scarlett asks pulling the front of her waistband down.
“I really don’t”, I reply.
“Whatever. I can get better guys than you.”
“Then do that, Scarlett. And try doing it without ruining any more lives, would you?”
Now that that’s settled, I have to walk right past Strauss’s office and into The Chief’s. A change of plans hatched in my head as Scarlett pathetically offered me her body. I have no interest in hearing what Maude has to say to me. She’s either going to tell me I’m fired or I’m not. I need more of a discussion than she’s willing to offer. Chief Harrington, on the other hand, not only has more say in who stays and who doesn’t, but he can help me figure out a way to help Kayla, should she end up being expelled by Strauss’s ruling.
During my time as an instructor, I’ve managed to make amicable connections with all of my higher ups, but for the most part I merely tolerated them or feigned interest in them to make my life a bit more worry free. Chief Harrington has always been a good friend though. Due to his high position, I end up not seeing much of him but whenever we do see each other we exchange stories and try to get each other to laugh hard. Hopefully, after getting some laughs out him, I can get him to help me out of this odd situation I’ve put myself in.
“Zach”, Chief squeaks with a growing smile when I poke my head into his office. “What in the high heavens are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be seeing Maude today?”
“Ah, I’d rather spend my time with better company”, I joke as I take a seat in front of him. “How have ya been, Chief?”
“Worried”, he notes abruptly. “I heard about the little mess you’re in. You’re not creeping on the recruits, are you?”
I shake my head, “No, no, no, Chief. The whole thing is nonsense.”
Chief chortles joyfully and slams one hand on his desk. “Well, what are you doing here then? Go clear your name!”
“No need. Somebody already did that for me”, I tell him. “The recruit I was accused of being inappropriate with. She gave Maude the low-down on what really happened, but… that’s kind of why I’m here”, I inform him changing my voice to seem more serious.
He sighs. “And here I thought you just wanted to catch up.”
“Oh, we can do that whenever, Chief. And we should do it more often. But right now, I need your help. Kayla, the recruit I’m talking about, it’s very likely that she’s going to be expelled. And I can’t allow that to happen. She’s one of the most promising recruits I’ve had the pleasure of training. We cannot allow to have a recruit like her thrown to the curb for a minor fuckup, if you’ll excuse my language”, I explain.
“Are you sure you’re not creeping on the recruits”, he asks.
“I’m not. ‘Cause Kayla and I were in a relationship prior to her enrollment.”
“Zach, please tell me you’re joking”, he begs, all of the color drained from his face.
I shrug. “That’s just how it is. We were trying to keep it on the down-low but… We didn’t try hard enough I suppose.”
“So what exactly do you want from me, Zach? Because this is a lot of information and I don’t have many options to offer”, he explains. “We’re friends, but before that, we uphold the law. We have to obey rules. And if we don’t do that, there have to be consequences.”
“Anything to make sure Kayla ends up on the force”, I insist.
“Anything?”
“Anything”, I confirm.
Chief stands up from his desk and turns his back to me. He must be trying to be as dramatic as possible.
“There’s not a lot I can do for you, Zach. You’ve hidden the truth from all of your higher ups, and you’ve acted against protocol. Very basic protocol. Even if Maude doesn’t know this, I know now and I’m not one to sweep things under the rug”, Chief says stoically. “For starters, Kayla will have to be transferred to another police academy. Somewhere she can start fresh without a scandal hanging over her head like a sword.”
I run up and hug him. “Thank you, Chief! That’s perfect!”
“Hold on”, he shouts, pushing me away from him, “that’s not all. You will not be allowed to work here any longer, Zach.”
My excitement for Kayla’s transfer overtook me and instantly made me forget that I had yet to be punished. Being fired for improper misconduct with a recruit seems fair. And I suppose that what really matters is that Kayla is able to continue working towards her goal of being a police officer.
“I’m sorry, Zach. But you’re going to have to leave teaching behind.”
I nod my head solemnly. “I understand, Sir.”
“May I recommend something to you”, he asks.
I quietly nod my head.
“Become a detective. Being on patrol is good work for some, but it’s wasted on you. As is teaching. You should be out there working homicide cases. Juicy stuff. That’s what you’ve always excelled at. And I’m not letting you do anything else. I’ll make sure that if you take a position anywhere, it’s as a detective. Otherwise, I’m telling every officer this side of the planet that you’ve been improper with a recruit”, he warns me.
A detective. It’s something I’ve thought of in the past, but mostly as a fun “what if”.
“Well then, Chief”, I start, “looks like my hands are tied. I just have to become a detective. Don’t suppose you’d want to help me out with a letter of recommendation, would you?”
He chuckles. “I’ll have it emailed to you by the end of the day. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I extend my hand out to have Chief shake it, but he instead pulls me in for a bear hug that leaves me gasping for air. He pats my back with his meaty hand, knocking even more air out of me. Despite being almost entirely deprived of oxygen, I’m able to flash a toothy smile and breathlessly thank him repeatedly for the kindness he’s shown me throughout the years.
“You’re a good one, Zach. And you better consider yourself lucky that I think so. There aren’t many people I’d endure a talk with Strauss for”, he jokes, sending me into a ridiculously giddy fit of laughter.
Chapter Twenty - Kayla
Quite a pair Zach and I are.
We go years without talking to each other for most of our lives, and after just a few dates, we’re absolutely inseparable, going so far as to endanger our futures. Our breakup only lasted a couple of days. Zach and I were back together immediately after he found another position and I was told I wouldn’t be expelled. It figures that we only lasted less than a week apart.
I love Zach. I’m in love with him. And the feeling is mutual. We both sacrificed something for the other and due to these sacrifices, we were able to keep ourselves from hurting our lives. And now there’s nothing to stop us from being together. Well, except for the miles between us.
My time at the police academy was short-lived and ended with a scandal. But thankfully, due to some strings pulling by the powers that be, instead of being expelled, I was transferred to another police academy. It’s further from my town, but some new scenery is a small punishment considering that I could have ended up receiving no further training.
Zach also no longer spends his time at the police academy campus we once shared. He now spends a lot of his waking hours in an office, until he’s called out to investigate a crime scene. Despite seeing dead bodies and having to deal with grieving families regularly, Zach always seems chipper about his new job and what he does on a daily basis.
Every night, we set some time aside to talk to each other about our day since we don’t have many opportunities to see each other in person very often. Or at all, really.
We’ve mended our relationship since we were forced to go our separate ways, but not being able to see each other does make it difficult to feel wanted. After voicing this concern to Zach, he’s tried to comfort me by repeating what he said before; the same schtick about waiting until I graduate. Today, he asked me to set tonight as
ide and make sure that nobody will interrupt what he has planned. I ensure him that I’ll be alone all night and that he can go on and start whatever Zach has up his sleeve.
“Open Skype”, a text from him reads.
I do so and am surprised by Zach’s naked, hard cock taking up most of my laptop’s screen. He leans to his side and reveals his face hiding behind his penis.
“Like what you see”, he jokingly asks.
I choke down some drool with a nonchalant chuckle. “Of course I do.”
“This guy has missed you”, Zach says as he runs his hand down his shaft as if it were a pet. “You seem pretty warm with all of those clothes on. Don’t you want to get comfortable?”
“I’d be able to get comfortable much easier if you were here to help me.” I’ll be the first to admit that I’m coming off as bitchy, complaining about not being able to be together while he’s trying to get me turned on.
“Come on, babe. This is the best we can do for now”, he explains. “If you’re going to complain, I can just put you on mute. Then all you’ll be able to do is watch me jerk off.”
“I don’t mind. I like seeing you stroke that monster”, I moan, getting in the mood. I lick my lips and stare in awe at the giant slab of man meat Zach holds in his hands.
As I watch Zach touch himself, I start to lean into roleplaying as a stranger who just happened stumbled upon this act of voyeurism. I overreact happily, opening my eyes as wide as possible and react as cartoonishly as possible, like I’ve seen pornstars do in so many videos. This is the closest Zach and I have gotten to having sex since I snuck into his dorm, I’m not going to ruin it by complaining.
“Do you think you could fit that monster inside of me”, I ask in my breathy porn star voice.
He cracks a smile. “Let me see what you’re working with, honey. It’s the only way to find out.”
I do as he says and slide my shorts off. I keep my panties on, for the moment anyway, and slide it to the side to show Zach my pussy.
“I’ve never had something that big inside of me. Will it hurt?”
“Yes. In the best way”, he moans. “But it’ll hurt less if you get yourself nice and wet. And even less if you put those lips around my cock.”
Because I’m seeing him look at me through a screen I’m looking at, it’s difficult to pinpoint exactly what part of me Zach is staring at, but since my webcam is pointed at my pussy, I start to play with myself while he speeds up his strokes. I lean back in order to have my face back in the frame, and use the fingers on my other hand to show Zach what I’d be doing to his member if it wasn’t miles away. I wrap my tongue around my index and middle fingers, and get them dripping with my spit. I, then suck the spit back into my mouth and swallow it.
“I want to taste you”, he tells me.
I repeat his words and ask him if he’d like to see more of me. He nods his head and moves his face closer to see me more clearly. I remove my top and squeeze both of my tits with the same veracity Zach has grabbed them with in the past.
“Yeah, take this, baby”, he says breathing heavily. “Take my cock.”
I instead take his cue, and start fingering myself while I play with my clit. Masturbating doesn’t satisfy me nearly as much as being pinned down and ravaged but having an audience may be a significant variable I should incorporate more often. I imagine Zach being in front of me. Not just through an LED screen, but actually in front of me.
Zach’s moaning helps me envision him crawling on top of me and wrapping his fingers around my throat while he fucks me. My fingers don’t compare to the girth of his cock, but they do the job fine enough to get me breathing just as if I was being choked.
“Fuck yes”, I hear Zach scream.
I shoot up from my bed to watch Zach shoot his load. The cum lands on his chest and slowly makes a path towards his bellybutton. I take a mental snapshot of this, and use it to bring myself to completion. One orgasmic scream later, I’m left flat on the bed.
“Your legs are shaking”, Zach comments.
Between breaths, I muster an explanation. “You make my legs shakes. You make me go crazy.”
An uproariously laugh rips through from the laptop. “Did you just sing Butterfly?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Butterfly by Crazy Town. Come my lady, come come my lady. Be my butterfly, sugar baby. Come my lady, come my pretty lady, I’ll make your legs shake, you make me go crazy.”
I froze after realizing I accidentally quoted one of the worst songs the early 2000’s had to offer. And then I burst into laughter. “Ugh, then than horrible distorted guitar would come in. I can’t believe that song existed. Or that you just sang it!”
“You’re the one who brought it up”, he says, still laughing hard.
We continue joking about the horrible songs that came from the beginning of the millenium while we cleaned ourselves up. I have to admit, the best part of having sex over Skype is not having to wipe Zach’s super sticky cum from my body.
Chapter Twenty-One - Zach
The day is finally here that I get to see the love of my life graduate. In just a matter of moments, The Chief is going to call her name.
I should start making my way down the aisle.
It’s a big day for more than one reason.
The Chief keeps looking over to me as if it’s time for me to run up onstage with Kayla, but I truly don’t know why. He’s either fucking with me or as nervous as I am about this whole situation. Which makes sense. It’s nerve wracking and he’s the only person who helped me arrange all of this, so seeing him constantly shoot me a worried look only serves to increase my anxiety.
The last cadet to come up on stage had the surname “Solomon”. It’s almost Kayla’s turn. She’s the fourth person in the continually depleting line. The second she takes the diploma from a veteran police officer’s hand and goes to shakes The Chief’s, I have to run as quickly as possible. I’ll be holding up the last string of people who have yet to grab their diplomas, but I’m sure they’ll understand.
Once I see her take a the rolled up certificate from the officer’s hand, I make a run for it. I whiz by the aisle, turning the heads of every graduation attendee I run past.
Kayla spots me right as I run out of aisle to sprint through, and jump up onto the stage in an unintended superhero pose.
“Zach, what are you doing? Get off the stage, or at least stand up”, she begs me.
“I can’t”, I admit. “I have to remain on one knee to do this properly.”
From my breast pocket, I remove a small, black, velvet box. I present it to her, and by nudging my head, wordlessly suggest that she open it. When she does, a quick gasp escapes from her body.
“Are you serious? Right here? Right now?”
“Kayla Thomas, will you marry me?”
Save for a few cheers from some bored attendees, the world around us grows quiet. Everyone who is sitting down is hanging from the edge of their seats. The Chief looks almost as worried as I feel inside, but I try to maintain my calm appearance. I look deep into Kayla’s eyes and experience a flash of our shared experiences. The time we spent new siblings, the years we were out of each other’s lives, our short but charged relationship, everything that led up to this moment. In Kayla’s eyes, I see my answer. I just need to hear her say the words.
“Of course I’ll marry you, Zach.”
The room erupts with applause. I grab Kayla by the hips and spin her around triumphantly. As we spin, I notice a bunch of flashing coming from people’s smartphones. I didn’t even think to have someone recording but thankfully, I’m covered by society in the advanced technological age we live in. This successful engagement is being recorded by strangers in every angle possible.
Our spinning is punctuated by a short, tasteful kiss, as I lower her back down onto the stage to shake hands with Chief Harrington and allow the rest of the ceremony to continue.
Both of us walk off-stage, locking arms with one anot
her.
“You are certainly know how to surprise a lady, you know that? How long had you been planning that”, she asks.
“I’ve been planning to marry you from the moment I laid eyes on you”, I tell her. “But The Chief and I arranged this around last month. I figured it’d make a special moment that much more memorable. Was it okay?”
She rests her head on my shoulder. “Of course it was okay. That was the most romantic thing anybody has ever done for me. You’re always doing the nicest things, and I… I’m so happy to be engaged to somebody so caring.”
I was hoping that Kayla and I would able to sneak out from the ceremony so as to not die of boredom watching the last batch of graduates receive their diploma. While we watch the ceremony finish, Kayla lovingly plays with my fingers and admires the engagement ring.
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