03-30-2017, 06:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-30-2017, 06:37 AM by GuyByThePond.)
A dear friend asked for a cop story, so here it is.
Notice: the cop character is inspired from True Detective season 2 (HBO, 2015), hence the title.
TRUE DETECTIVE
The eagle is gliding in the sky of the californian desert. The rising sun is helping him, heating the air, making for some nice updrafts. He can feel it in his feathers, how the fire ball is making the earth under it an oven. Eyes sharpened by the hunger, the bird of prey looks at the fast moving red rumbling speck. It rides the black ribbon that scars the sand, its tail made of dust.
In the car, Cindy is sweating. It’s more than the desert heat.
“What did they give me ? Why am I feeling so hot ? Focus girl !”
Her eyebrows are wet, she wants to blink… But she can’t. They must be on her trail. She has to drive fast, straight to the city ; she’ll find help there.
The highway cop is hidden behind the shadow of a rock. He’s sat on his motorbike, enjoying this feeling of being alone in the world… Then he hears Cindy’s car coming, he sees it drive by. He doesn’t bother to use his portative radar. This one is going way too fast ! With a kick and an expert twist of his wrist, the cop makes the silver horse jump on the asphalt.
Now, there is another speck following the red one. It makes strange lights and sounds. It’s like it’s soothing the other, making it go slower, its tail disappearing. The distance between the two is closing.
Cindy sees the lights in the rearviewmirror, hears the whoop of the police siren. Is her mind tricking her ? It could be a fading memory of the night… No ! It’s a highway patrol cop ! Thanks god…
She stops. She sighs. She hopes she’s safe now.
Cindy looks at the approaching cop in her mirror. Oh god, he’s hot ! He’s tall, with large shoulders. His tight outfit molds him nicely. His helmet, his sunglasses give him a touch of mystery…
“What am I thinking of ? Girl ! It’s not the time to indulge into such fantasies ! »
« Okay, it looks like this citizen just forgot there are speed limits ». But the cop won’t take a chance. Never again. So, gun in hand, safety on, he closes on the stopped car. Long black hair, a rather small frame. It must be a woman.
“Please, open your window and put your hands on the steering wheel”.
The driver does what he’s told. The cop relaxes a little bit, a tiny little bit. He does not point his gun anymore, and he scans the car.
Yes, it’s a girl. She must be in her late twenties. She’s rather cute, with a snub nose, full lips, high cheekbones… But she looks… She’s dressed with a little red top to make her bosom jump in your face, and her leather skirt looks… short… She’s disheveled, she breathes heavily… Is she coming back from a party ? But there is no club around…
Looks like a simple reminder of the law will be enough. Maybe a check for drugs…
A gust of wind makes the eagle soar higher in the sky. Far away, there is another, bigger speck coming. It goes fast, very fast. The dust plume it’s leaving behind is like a nascent desert storm.
Cindy hears the cop say something about papers…She’s in such a haze… She stole the car ! She could laugh hysterically… Her, the hot cop, no paper, finding an “arrangement”… Why is she thinking of this cheap porn story ?... There are killers on the road !...
« Officer… please… we’re in danger… the both of us… they’re coming for me… »
Then she sees the big Audi in the rearviewmirror… The sound of tires screeching as they brake… She feels her heart pounding in her throat…
At first, the cop thought she was high, but he knows the smell of fear… He knows it since his days in Iraq… So, when he hears the audi, he changes sides, putting the red car between him and the newcomers, his gun hidden, safety off… He can’t see who’s in… The front passenger door opens and a big guy gets off, but they’ve not stopped the engine… This car is facing them, he could ram them easily… Are there rules of engagement for such a situation ?.
Big guy, hands up, says with a thick Russian accent “Please officer, let us handle this now. Our boss daughter wanted a ride”. There is something in his eyes… Razor sharp reflexes kick in…
The cop shouts to the girl “head down”; he makes a sidestep on the right while pointing his gun two handed; then he shoots three bullets along a vertical line where the driver’s head could be. He needs an instant kill so this car does not become a problem.
The big guy ducks. The Audi back seat door opens, making a shield for a new assailant. He’s got a shotgun.
The cop has no clear line of sight on that one, but as he turns around the red car, he puts one (random body part to choke him) then two bullets (headshot to finish him) in the big guy. Shotgun man shatters the windows of the red car. The cop has an opening while he’s pumping his rifle. He closes in… There… Before the shotgun nuzzle can be on him, the cop unloads his gun… The 5 left bullets of his S&W 4006 in a grouped fire to crash the window and put the man down… “Oof !”… At least one hit… Reloading while checking the man behind the open door… He’s trying to stop the blood from a neck injury, red bubbles foaming from his mouth…
The eagle sees the strange dance of steel and fire the silver headed man is dancing between the specks. Such thundering sounds he makes. But the predator in him appreciates how he moves smoothly, mercilessly, from prey to prey.
Cindy has ducked as soon as the cop spoke… She hears so much detonations… She feels the shattered glass all over her body… Her heart is beating way too loud, her blood is pumping way too fast… Then there is silence… She lifts her head… The cop is standing near the Audi who rumbles slowly… She can’t see well because of the open door, but it’s like he’s… Aiming at somebody ?... Then another shoot… She starts crying… What’s happening ? Who is this guy ? This cold blooded killer... Oh no, now his shaded eyes are on her… His looming presence casts such a big shadow…
The adrenalin in his veins is still high… The cop has a quick look at the driver through the opened back door… Not a move, the headrest is bloody… Time flows normally again now… He’s going to check on the girl… She’s got tears in her eyes… Makes him think of his Iraqi princess… She was so scared too… “Miss ?” he says softly, removing his sunglasses, putting the gun back in his holster. « It’s over now. No more shooting. No more killing… Please, get out of the car, there is glass everywhere. » The girls does as she’s told… Looks like she’s not hurt… He takes her in his arms… He combs her hair… “Ouch ! Shit !”… He’s got cut by a shard of glass…
His arms are… comforting. Reassuring. There is something soothing in him breathing a calm breath… Cindy can’t help a smile when she hears this… warrior… swear for a tiny cut. “Let me see”. She takes his hand in hers. So strong, yet delicate. There is a trickle of blood oozing from his index finger… She puts it in her mouth, sucking on it gently … During a fleeting moment, she feels like lava again… Then awkwardness kicks in… “Sorry officer ! I can’t think straight… They gave me a drug of sorts… Pure ecstasy I think… I feel so hot” Cindy’s eyes widen. She puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh no, what am I saying ?!”.
The cop can’t help laughing… It eases the tension between them… but with the adrenalin rush, how she wrapped her tongue around his finger, what she said just… echo… “What’s your name ? Who were these guys ?”
“My name is Cindy. I’m a reporter. I’m on the trail of some big corruption affair. Managed to get myself invited to a « party ». Russian mobs and officials from Vinci town together. The party went… wild”. The lights, the naked bodies, the moaning sounds hit back at her… Oh god, she’s feeling so fucking horny… And this police uniform is so… tight… She shakes her head. “I managed to find some files… I escaped… But somebody saw me… It looks like that pissed him off very bad”. She looks at him in the eyes… He’s got beautiful green eyes, not hard at all… Rather… “Sorry, but I must remove my clothes. It’s too hot. And I’m dressed like a slut. And I don’t want any more of this glass on me”
The cop opens wide eyes. She’s actually stripping in front of him ! Shaking her hair, her body like it would remove the shards ! Now he’s the one feeling hot and awkward. He removes his helmet, putting it on the roof of the red car, as a futile attempt to look another way… She’s got this fit yet curvy body, this raven hair that makes arabesques as she flies it, this cute snub nose marked by absent glasses… She’s in simple, black smallclothes… Yet she’s the most erotic thing he’s seen in ages… Blood races in him now, because he killed, because it’s her… He knows he’s hard… And she knows it too…
Cindy sees the nice bulge in the cop’s pants… She wants to touch it, to feel it… She wants to wrap his cock in her hand while she kisses his thin lips, while their tongues play together… She is a purring cat… She comes near him… She puts her hands on his broad shoulders, his firm torso… Now she rips off his shirt, she plays with the hair on his chest, his nipples… She’s rubbing her crotch at his… “I want you man !”
The cop’s body is so sensitive with the adrenalin in his veins… Her caress send jolts all over him… He actually FEELS the heat radiating from Cindy’s pussy… Right now he can’t think of anything else… How he’d like to be in this warm place between her legs… He kisses her with passion… He feels her hand opening the zip of his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock… His own hand gets in her panty… So wet, so hot… His dick twitches… Cindy squeezes his meat… He feels juices flooding…
The dance is even stranger now in the eagle’s eyes. It’s like the two humans are making one animal with two backs now. They’re standing, the woman her back against the red speck, her head looking in the sky, her legs opened and maintained by the man who moves between them, his head hidden in the neck of the girl. And they’re making such loud noises.
The sun is hot, the car is hot, the cop’s body is hot, his cock between her legs is hot. Cindy clings to the man. She’s feeling so alive now, so good. With every thrust of his sex, she feels her heart pumping blood in her veins. She rejects her head back, moaning, crying. When the cop cums, a powerful surge of pleasure hits her. It’s like flying, like being this eagle she sees high in the sunny sky…
The cop is a little dizzy. It was so good to feel alive after brushing death. And Cindy… There is something in this girl. He has to help her.
« Okay Cindy. Put something on. I’m going to give you a ride. »
Notice: the cop character is inspired from True Detective season 2 (HBO, 2015), hence the title.
TRUE DETECTIVE
The eagle is gliding in the sky of the californian desert. The rising sun is helping him, heating the air, making for some nice updrafts. He can feel it in his feathers, how the fire ball is making the earth under it an oven. Eyes sharpened by the hunger, the bird of prey looks at the fast moving red rumbling speck. It rides the black ribbon that scars the sand, its tail made of dust.
In the car, Cindy is sweating. It’s more than the desert heat.
“What did they give me ? Why am I feeling so hot ? Focus girl !”
Her eyebrows are wet, she wants to blink… But she can’t. They must be on her trail. She has to drive fast, straight to the city ; she’ll find help there.
The highway cop is hidden behind the shadow of a rock. He’s sat on his motorbike, enjoying this feeling of being alone in the world… Then he hears Cindy’s car coming, he sees it drive by. He doesn’t bother to use his portative radar. This one is going way too fast ! With a kick and an expert twist of his wrist, the cop makes the silver horse jump on the asphalt.
Now, there is another speck following the red one. It makes strange lights and sounds. It’s like it’s soothing the other, making it go slower, its tail disappearing. The distance between the two is closing.
Cindy sees the lights in the rearviewmirror, hears the whoop of the police siren. Is her mind tricking her ? It could be a fading memory of the night… No ! It’s a highway patrol cop ! Thanks god…
She stops. She sighs. She hopes she’s safe now.
Cindy looks at the approaching cop in her mirror. Oh god, he’s hot ! He’s tall, with large shoulders. His tight outfit molds him nicely. His helmet, his sunglasses give him a touch of mystery…
“What am I thinking of ? Girl ! It’s not the time to indulge into such fantasies ! »
« Okay, it looks like this citizen just forgot there are speed limits ». But the cop won’t take a chance. Never again. So, gun in hand, safety on, he closes on the stopped car. Long black hair, a rather small frame. It must be a woman.
“Please, open your window and put your hands on the steering wheel”.
The driver does what he’s told. The cop relaxes a little bit, a tiny little bit. He does not point his gun anymore, and he scans the car.
Yes, it’s a girl. She must be in her late twenties. She’s rather cute, with a snub nose, full lips, high cheekbones… But she looks… She’s dressed with a little red top to make her bosom jump in your face, and her leather skirt looks… short… She’s disheveled, she breathes heavily… Is she coming back from a party ? But there is no club around…
Looks like a simple reminder of the law will be enough. Maybe a check for drugs…
A gust of wind makes the eagle soar higher in the sky. Far away, there is another, bigger speck coming. It goes fast, very fast. The dust plume it’s leaving behind is like a nascent desert storm.
Cindy hears the cop say something about papers…She’s in such a haze… She stole the car ! She could laugh hysterically… Her, the hot cop, no paper, finding an “arrangement”… Why is she thinking of this cheap porn story ?... There are killers on the road !...
« Officer… please… we’re in danger… the both of us… they’re coming for me… »
Then she sees the big Audi in the rearviewmirror… The sound of tires screeching as they brake… She feels her heart pounding in her throat…
At first, the cop thought she was high, but he knows the smell of fear… He knows it since his days in Iraq… So, when he hears the audi, he changes sides, putting the red car between him and the newcomers, his gun hidden, safety off… He can’t see who’s in… The front passenger door opens and a big guy gets off, but they’ve not stopped the engine… This car is facing them, he could ram them easily… Are there rules of engagement for such a situation ?.
Big guy, hands up, says with a thick Russian accent “Please officer, let us handle this now. Our boss daughter wanted a ride”. There is something in his eyes… Razor sharp reflexes kick in…
The cop shouts to the girl “head down”; he makes a sidestep on the right while pointing his gun two handed; then he shoots three bullets along a vertical line where the driver’s head could be. He needs an instant kill so this car does not become a problem.
The big guy ducks. The Audi back seat door opens, making a shield for a new assailant. He’s got a shotgun.
The cop has no clear line of sight on that one, but as he turns around the red car, he puts one (random body part to choke him) then two bullets (headshot to finish him) in the big guy. Shotgun man shatters the windows of the red car. The cop has an opening while he’s pumping his rifle. He closes in… There… Before the shotgun nuzzle can be on him, the cop unloads his gun… The 5 left bullets of his S&W 4006 in a grouped fire to crash the window and put the man down… “Oof !”… At least one hit… Reloading while checking the man behind the open door… He’s trying to stop the blood from a neck injury, red bubbles foaming from his mouth…
The eagle sees the strange dance of steel and fire the silver headed man is dancing between the specks. Such thundering sounds he makes. But the predator in him appreciates how he moves smoothly, mercilessly, from prey to prey.
Cindy has ducked as soon as the cop spoke… She hears so much detonations… She feels the shattered glass all over her body… Her heart is beating way too loud, her blood is pumping way too fast… Then there is silence… She lifts her head… The cop is standing near the Audi who rumbles slowly… She can’t see well because of the open door, but it’s like he’s… Aiming at somebody ?... Then another shoot… She starts crying… What’s happening ? Who is this guy ? This cold blooded killer... Oh no, now his shaded eyes are on her… His looming presence casts such a big shadow…
The adrenalin in his veins is still high… The cop has a quick look at the driver through the opened back door… Not a move, the headrest is bloody… Time flows normally again now… He’s going to check on the girl… She’s got tears in her eyes… Makes him think of his Iraqi princess… She was so scared too… “Miss ?” he says softly, removing his sunglasses, putting the gun back in his holster. « It’s over now. No more shooting. No more killing… Please, get out of the car, there is glass everywhere. » The girls does as she’s told… Looks like she’s not hurt… He takes her in his arms… He combs her hair… “Ouch ! Shit !”… He’s got cut by a shard of glass…
His arms are… comforting. Reassuring. There is something soothing in him breathing a calm breath… Cindy can’t help a smile when she hears this… warrior… swear for a tiny cut. “Let me see”. She takes his hand in hers. So strong, yet delicate. There is a trickle of blood oozing from his index finger… She puts it in her mouth, sucking on it gently … During a fleeting moment, she feels like lava again… Then awkwardness kicks in… “Sorry officer ! I can’t think straight… They gave me a drug of sorts… Pure ecstasy I think… I feel so hot” Cindy’s eyes widen. She puts her hands to her mouth. “Oh no, what am I saying ?!”.
The cop can’t help laughing… It eases the tension between them… but with the adrenalin rush, how she wrapped her tongue around his finger, what she said just… echo… “What’s your name ? Who were these guys ?”
“My name is Cindy. I’m a reporter. I’m on the trail of some big corruption affair. Managed to get myself invited to a « party ». Russian mobs and officials from Vinci town together. The party went… wild”. The lights, the naked bodies, the moaning sounds hit back at her… Oh god, she’s feeling so fucking horny… And this police uniform is so… tight… She shakes her head. “I managed to find some files… I escaped… But somebody saw me… It looks like that pissed him off very bad”. She looks at him in the eyes… He’s got beautiful green eyes, not hard at all… Rather… “Sorry, but I must remove my clothes. It’s too hot. And I’m dressed like a slut. And I don’t want any more of this glass on me”
The cop opens wide eyes. She’s actually stripping in front of him ! Shaking her hair, her body like it would remove the shards ! Now he’s the one feeling hot and awkward. He removes his helmet, putting it on the roof of the red car, as a futile attempt to look another way… She’s got this fit yet curvy body, this raven hair that makes arabesques as she flies it, this cute snub nose marked by absent glasses… She’s in simple, black smallclothes… Yet she’s the most erotic thing he’s seen in ages… Blood races in him now, because he killed, because it’s her… He knows he’s hard… And she knows it too…
Cindy sees the nice bulge in the cop’s pants… She wants to touch it, to feel it… She wants to wrap his cock in her hand while she kisses his thin lips, while their tongues play together… She is a purring cat… She comes near him… She puts her hands on his broad shoulders, his firm torso… Now she rips off his shirt, she plays with the hair on his chest, his nipples… She’s rubbing her crotch at his… “I want you man !”
The cop’s body is so sensitive with the adrenalin in his veins… Her caress send jolts all over him… He actually FEELS the heat radiating from Cindy’s pussy… Right now he can’t think of anything else… How he’d like to be in this warm place between her legs… He kisses her with passion… He feels her hand opening the zip of his pants, pulling out his rock hard cock… His own hand gets in her panty… So wet, so hot… His dick twitches… Cindy squeezes his meat… He feels juices flooding…
The dance is even stranger now in the eagle’s eyes. It’s like the two humans are making one animal with two backs now. They’re standing, the woman her back against the red speck, her head looking in the sky, her legs opened and maintained by the man who moves between them, his head hidden in the neck of the girl. And they’re making such loud noises.
The sun is hot, the car is hot, the cop’s body is hot, his cock between her legs is hot. Cindy clings to the man. She’s feeling so alive now, so good. With every thrust of his sex, she feels her heart pumping blood in her veins. She rejects her head back, moaning, crying. When the cop cums, a powerful surge of pleasure hits her. It’s like flying, like being this eagle she sees high in the sunny sky…
The cop is a little dizzy. It was so good to feel alive after brushing death. And Cindy… There is something in this girl. He has to help her.
« Okay Cindy. Put something on. I’m going to give you a ride. »
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