Lone Female (4 page)

I lifted her up onto the seat and got behind
her as she crouched on all fours facing Karen. I took her hair in my hand and
gripped it, then entered her swiftly from behind, enjoying the different,
looser feel of her pussy compared to Karen's, sopping wet with expectation. I
gave her arse a big slap and watched it wobble slightly as I thrust into her;
she was leaning forward now over Karen. Her big tits were swinging rhythmically
as I gave her a good pounding, with Karen reaching forward occasionally to
grope and tweak them. I knew I couldn't last much longer and thankfully didn't
have to wait; because Karen started rubbing Jade's clit.

Within less than a minute Jade grunted loudly
and gasped. 'Shit, I'm going to come.'

I pounded her relentlessly and saw Karen grin
as Jade
orgasmed
, her body rippling back into mine. Quickly
I pulled out and said 'turn around' to Jade. She leant back against the door
next to Karen and they both leant forward as I
wanked
over them, as they opened their mouths and reached up to grope my cock and
balls. The pressure finally broke and I exploded, a stream of hot cum landing
on Karen's tongue and the rest spattering over Jade's tits as she pushed them
up to rub my shaft. Then I fell back, breathing heavily.

A couple of minutes later and they'd cleaned
themselves up and wriggled back into their clothes. I groped for my wallet and
took out twenty quid and handed it to Jade. She looked at it in disgust.

'What's this for? We're not
prossies
, you know.'

'Cab fare home,' I said.

Karen plucked the note out of my hand. 'Aren't
you going to drive us then?'

'Sorry girls, I've got to work.'

'Thought you said you were off duty. Where
the fuck are we going to get a cab from round here?'

So in the end I drove them both home, and
they kept the twenty quid anyway. By the time I got back to the studios the
whole thing was wrapping up and I got a dressing down from the assistant
director, some silly bitch with a clipboard and square glasses, who wasn't
listening to any excuses about getting lost. I got changed and handed my costume
back, but in all the confusion of everything being packed up, I noticed there
was nobody around the wardrobe area, so I quickly swiped the uniform into a
plastic bag and headed for home before anybody missed it, without even thinking
what I was doing.

3.

I said before that some men get off on
adrenaline rushes; that was true for me, I'd just found a bit of an odd way of
getting it. Don't get me wrong
-
I don't have much trouble pulling women.
That might sound
like I'm bragging but I don't; I'm not bad looking and I keep myself in shape.
I'd even lived with my ex for a while, until she decided she'd had enough of
me. She was the kind of woman who wanted me to be all man at first - telling
her what to do and being the boss. But after a year or so she got bored with
that and decided she only wanted me to be the boss when she wanted it, which
sort of defeated the whole idea, but you can't have a rational discussion with
a woman about that kind of thing.

Turns out she went off with some wimpy little
bloke who worked for local council and I got the impression, from what I heard
from the one or two mutual friends I was still in touch with, that he let her
walk all over him and she loved it. No doubt she'll get fed up with that
eventually as well and move on to someone else. Thank Christ I'd never married
her or God knows what state I'd be in now; I'd got away just with being
lumbered with a house bigger than I needed and a massive mortgage, but I
counted myself lucky. Anyway, this is just to show I'm not some sad fucker who
lives with his mum and has to dress up like a copper to get a woman.

Maybe I could have picked up two girls like
Karen and Jade if I'd just been an ordinary bloke in a club, or maybe not. It
didn't really bother me; what really gave it the edge was the idea that I was
doing something pretty dangerous and that if I got found out, well, it didn't
bear thinking about.

Back at home after that first night I checked
out the uniform I'd managed to nick from the film company. I compared it to
stuff I'd seen on the internet and realised it was a pretty close match to a
Metropolitan Police uniform but not exactly right, something about it not being
legal to be totally accurate. Trousers, shirt, tie, stab vest, fluorescent
jacket were all accurate but the helmet was an obsolete pattern and some of the
stuff on the equipment belt and the radio, which was a dummy one, wasn't right
anyway. The numbers on the epaulettes, or collar numbers as they're called,
were London ones as well. I hadn't managed to nick the baton or the cuffs
either as they'd been looking after those a bit more carefully. I guessed
though that nobody would realise any of this was wrong. Would you know what
they should look like? The only person who might suspect something was another
copper and if they got that close it was game over anyway.

A few nights later I decided to have another
go; I don't know what it was, I just had to try it out, if only for a little
while. I read once about some flasher who started off just getting his tackle
out at home,
then
showing it to nobody in particular
in parks late at night, until he worked his way up to pulling it out in front
of young girls. I wondered if I was going that way but to be honest, I didn't
care. I thought I'd just do it once more and that would be it.

I decided to have a quick walk around near
one of the big clubs in an industrial town called
Stonefield
about 30 miles away. I'd read in the paper something about there not being enough
police there and only a few on duty so I reckoned there might be a few girls
about but nobody who'd suss what I was doing. I got into all the gear and
decided I looked pretty good. I put a civilian coat on so nobody would see and
then drove out to
Stonefield
. I'd checked out the
street plan before, and had a drive around to make sure there weren't any
police about.

Sure enough there were only a couple on foot
patrol on the high street and a couple in a parked van near the crappy looking
nightclub called Legends, which was due to close at midnight. I reckoned if I
had a quick walk around after closing time, not too close, I might pick up a
girl or, if my luck was really in, a couple of girls like last time. Come 12.30
I parked my car somewhere quiet and got ready, then walked cautiously up the
road a bit nearer to the club. A few stragglers were starting to walk home but
they were all groups of blokes, or fat girls squeezed into clothes too tight
for them. I got a couple of catcalls from them but ignored them, looking from
side to side like I was on patrol but really I was on the lookout either for
fit girls, or coppers.

I turned a corner and that was when my luck
ran out. I saw a copper on the other side of the road come out of nowhere; he
must have been up an alley or something. Seeing a crowd of clubbers up ahead I
decided to walk close behind them, hoping I wouldn't be seen and wishing I
hadn't worn the bloody
dayglo
jacket. Sweat was
pouring off me and I took the helmet off to wipe my forehead,
then
kept it in my hand so as not to look too obvious. There
was a bit of jostling from the clubbers, a harmless but thick looking bunch of
mostly blokes, pissed and eating chips and kebabs.

'
Oy
oy
!'
One of them shouted. 'Watch out
Lukey
, PC Plod's up your arse!'

There was laughter as the man at the back,
Lukey
I guessed, turned round angrily, holding a chip up to
his open mouth.

'What's the problem pal? Back off!' he said,
aggressively.

'No problem. Just keep walking.' I tried to
sound as calm as possible, and I kept my voice down, though I’d like to have
punched the little twat in the face. I couldn't see the two coppers now and
prayed they'd walked on without seeing me. My heart felt like it was going to
burst out through my chest. Then I heard a loud voice from behind me.

'
Oy
.
Oy
you.
Come here.'

I ignored him but he called out again and I
realised I'd been spotted. I thought fast. I could either bluff my way out of
it, say it was all a joke, but somehow I didn't think that would work. So I
decided offence was the best form of defence. Suddenly the adrenaline was gone,
and I felt calm, like I'd heard actors feel when they go on stage. I stopped
and turned. He was on the other side of the road and walking rapidly towards
me. I took a deep breath and walked over to him. He was a
shortarse
,
wearing specs, probably just a Special and trying to bluff his way into looking
hard. Before he could say anything I cut him off.

'Do you talk to everybody on the force like
that?' I said angrily.

He looked me up and down. 'What are you
talking about? Come here. What do you think this
is,
fancy dress? Or are you a
strippergram
or something?'

I couldn't be sure he'd sussed me so I
decided to keep up with the pretence, hoping I'd be able to talk my way out of
it. The group of clubbers had stopped a little way down the road, and were
watching with interest. I drew myself up to my full height and looked down at
him.

'Look, I don't know what your problem is, but
I'm due on shift in five minutes and I'm not in the mood for pissing about.'

A flicker of doubt crossed his face and I
knew I had a chance. I just had to keep it up. He put his hands on his hips and
looked me up and down again.

'What's this then?
Where's
your baton, and your name badge?'

I breathed a sigh of relief that he'd not had
the sense to ask me something I couldn't answer. When you're backed into a
corner, I've always found if you keep talking long enough you can talk your way
out of anything. It's like being with a customer; keep up the sales patter and
don't give them a chance to think about it.

'Not that it's anything to do with you, but
I've only just been called up here from London ‘
cos
your lot needed help, and I'm not even supposed to be on shift. Half my stuff's
had to be brought up in the van for me. If I don't meet the rest of my lads
then your sergeant's going to hear from mine'.

I saw his eyes flick to my shoulder number
and I hoped he recognised it as a London one, which might have backed my story
up a bit, but I was starting to get really nervous by this time.

He said 'I don't know anything about this.
Wait here.'

I folded my arms in annoyance, looking around
to see if I had a chance to run for it, while he turned away slightly and said
something I couldn't hear into his radio. A few seconds later he turned and
stepped over to me, flicking the cuffs off his belt. I could see by his face
I’d blown it.

'I'm arresting you on suspicion of
impersonating a....'

Before he'd had a chance to finish, there was
the sound of shouting and a bottle breaking up the road in the crowd of
clubbers who were watching. Some pisshead argument or fight had broken out
between them. Grabbing the chance, I shouted 'over there!' and ran as fast as I
could to the group of startled onlookers. They parted in front of me and I
thought I'd got away but then saw another copper running down the street
towards me, either attracted by the noise or from the shouts of the one who'd
sussed me.

The second copper, a big bloke chewing gum
and looking a lot more capable than the first, shouted to me.

'What's going on?'

I shouted and pointed
ahead.'That
way!'

Gum-chewer looked round, puzzled, then nearly
collided with Specs who was still after me. Specs shouted. 'Get him!'

Gum-chewer looked as confused as before and I
heard him shout 'get who?' He obviously didn't have a clue what was going on.
To my right I saw one of the pissed clubbers, the one called
Lukey
, having a right old laugh and swaying as he tried to
focus on what was going on. I paused momentarily and shouted 'that one!' and
pointed at him.
Lukey's
face fell and Gum-chewer
grabbed him, chips flying everywhere, and wrestled him to the ground. I turned
and started running again, and the last thing I heard was Specs shouting. 'Not
that one, the other one!' But it was too late.