“What the hell is going on here?” Officer Sourpuss scowls.
Embarrassed, Chuck gathers the remains of his shattered dignity and stands. “Well,” he begins as he points at me. “She came running up to the club all covered in blood and waving this knife at all our customers. I managed to subdue her...” Subdue me? “And, then I held her until you got here. You can see she’s crazy,” he adds, swiping dirt from the front of his shirt and trousers. “Here.” He thrusts the blood-covered knife at the officer. “Here’s the knife.”
My mouth falls open in exasperation as I quickly surmise he’s either insane or an exceptional story-teller.
“I’m crazy? I’m crazy!” I shout at him. “I tried to tell you, tried to tell everyone out here, that a man just killed a woman over there in the alley, and all you did was sit on me!” I look at the officer and shake my head. “He just kept stabbing her and stabbing her. I tried to help her. I swear to God.”
The middle-aged, ill-humored officer turns his head to speak into a small radio on his shoulder as he unsnaps an ominous-looking holster at his side.
“Uh... 10-23. This is Jamison. I’m at the Iron Horse on I-45 responding to a 10-15, now a possible 10-27. Standby for a 10-52. And send backup.”
The radio crackles in response. “Uh...10-4 Officer Jamison. Standing by. Backup on its way,” a woman informs him.
I stare in awe, wondering what the hell he just said. The only thing I understood was 10-4. Why don’t they just speak in plain English?
Officer Jamison marches toward me and reaches for my arm, lifting me off the ground, none so gently to my surprise. “Okay. Show me,” he barks.
“Ellie!” I look up to see Rachael and Misty at the door of the club waving like maniacs. “Ellie! Oh my God! Are you okay?” Rachael looks horrified, as she and Misty begin pushing their way through the crowd of gawkers to get to us. Misty holds her drink above her head, trying diligently not to spill any.
“Yes, but I have to pee! And I saw someone get murdered!” I shout back, realizing that I kind of buried the lead there.
“Ma’am.” Officer Jamison addresses Rachael and Misty collectively. “I’m going to need you to wait over there.”
“What?” Misty stops, offended and obviously agitated at being dismissed by a warm-blooded man with a penis. “Why? What the hell is going on?”
“Come with me,” Officer Jamison commands, yanking me by the arm and practically dragging me back to the alley.
“Hey!” I protest. “I’ll be right back!” I yell over my shoulder to Rachael and Misty before turning my attention back to the officer. “You don’t have to be so rough. It’s down there.” I point, not really wanting to see the poor woman again, and hoping he’ll let me go while he investigates. No such luck, though. He keeps a tight grip on my arm and I almost have to run to keep up with him.
We continue on a short distance down the alley and then my heart sinks. There’s no sign of the man. “He’s gone.” I shake my head at Officer Jamison in dismay. “I knocked him out and he was lying right here,” I explain, shaking my hand at the spot where I left the unconscious man. Officer Jamison looks at me, doubt sketched on his face.
“Really! I did! I had a pool cue and I hit him over the head with it,” I insist, though he’s obviously not buying it.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, ma’am?” he asks in a condescending tone.
“Quite a bit. I am at a bar,” I snap. “Okay, well, he might be gone, but she’s right over there.” I point toward the space between the two large bins where I left the woman’s lifeless body what seems hours ago now. My expression quickly turns to one of confusion as my hand sinks slowly back down to my side. She’s not there either. “What the hell?”
“Okay, miss.” Officer Jamison looks at me like I’m trying his patience.
Suddenly, the alley explodes with light as more police cars arrive on the scene. I assume they are the ‘back-up’ he requested.
“Why don’t you start over and tell me what happened from the beginning?”
I roll my eyes at him as I dance around with my teeth chattering.
“Jamison!” From the headlights, I see the outline of a man jogging toward us. “What’s going on?” he shouts impatiently.
Officer Jamison looks up and sighs. “Great.” He mumbles under his breath, and then launches into a quick version of events. “Detective Logan. You got here fast. Well, I got a report of a 10-15 that turned into a possible homicide. But apparently, the body has dissolved or dissipated because it ain’t here anymore. Or someone has just had a little too much to drink.” He glances at me and I give him the stink-eye. “I was just about to take this young lady’s statement. You can join us, if you want.”
I am still processing the fact that Officer Rudeness is talking about me like I’m crazy and not standing right here beside him when Detective Logan steps out of the bright lights where I can see him. My breath catches. And, suddenly, I hear angels singing and I’m bathed in a soft, brilliant light. What the hell? I turn around and see one of the band members lighting a cigarette and playing Beyoncé on his iPod. Whew! Thought I was actually going crazy for a minute!
Still, I’m no longer irritated with Officer Jamison, and I forget about my bladder, which until a few minutes ago, is all I could think about. Now, I’m only acutely aware of this handsome male specimen right in front of me when, here I stand, my shirt and jeans spattered with blood and covered in pavement grime and worried that I have a boot print in the middle of my back. I know the damp night air has ruined my makeup, but that is nothing compared to my hair, which after my tussle with Chuck, the over-enthusiastic bouncer, I’m sure looks like Don King came through a wind tunnel.
Without thinking, I give myself a quick dusting and run my fingers through my hair. I even wipe my mouth for fear I may have drooled a little. I think about the poor dead woman and a pang of guilt ensues, but it dissolves just as quickly as I stare at the magnificent man now standing directly in front of me. Detective Logan? Detective Dreamy is more like it! I lick my lips nervously.
I tremble with excitement, feeling the familiar tickle of wetness rushing down to my pussy. I reach my fingers between my legs and drag them through my wet lips, pleasuring myself for his pleasure. His cock jerks and twitches.
“Oh my God, baby,” he whispers, rubbing himself harder, and pressing his hips toward my mouth. I take his cock with my wet fingers, stroking him up and down, lubing him with my own cream, as I gently suck and lick his balls. He grips my head with his hands, and he sighs loudly. This is my dream. He is my dream.
I press my tongue firmly against the bottom of his dick, licking upwards until I reach the very tip. I slide my mouth over the head and gently suck, rolling my tongue around in circles before I move my mouth downward, taking him further and further in until I feel him at the back of my throat. Please don’t gag. Please don’t gag.
He gasps and moans, flexing his hips and pulling my head closer to him. I slide my mouth back up, sucking and licking as I go. When I reach the tip, he pulls my head back down, pushing his hips forward and then back, as he pulls my head away. Soon, he’s fucking my mouth with noisy pleasure and I’m really getting into it when suddenly, he steps back again, grabbing his cock with both hands.
“Damn!” He groans and I look at him confused as I wipe my mouth.
“You’ve got to stop,” he says forcefully, his face looking almost pained.
“What’d I do? Did I hurt you?” I ask, appalled by my apparent lack of BJ skills.
“Um... No, not hardly. But you almost made me come,” he says, removing his hands from his massive erection and lifting me to my feet. Oh! That’s good. Right?
“And I’m not ready to do that yet.”
He kneels down in front of me now, pulling down my sweats as he goes. I place my hand on his head, balancing myself as I step out of them. He raises his head, staring, admiring me as he tosses the sweats to the floor behind me. Leaning forward, he reaches up, cups a breast in each hand, and he squeezes and kneads as he trails kisses down my belly, running his warm tongue south along the soft hairs of my happy trail.
“Ah.” I breathe, paralyzed. He moves his hands to my thighs, stroking me up and down, squeezing, teasing. I close my eyes, thankful again that I shaved this afternoon, but not sure how much more of this I can take.
Mercifully, he cups my ass in his hands and jerks my hips toward him, burying his face in my patch as he rains kisses on my swollen clit. I twist my fingers in his hair as he feels his way up my thigh and his fingers find my wet, wanting lips, and I gasp. “Oh, Cal.”
“You are so wet.” He pants, licking my clit and drilling his fingers inside me with renewed excitement.
“Ooh.” I moan, sure I can come, will come, any second now.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, shifting himself further beneath me so his tongue has better access.
I do as commanded and I’m rewarded with his wet, hard tongue licking me up and down my swollen lips. His fingers resume their drilling as his mouth moves back to my clit. He licks it once, twice, and then closes his lips around it, sucking noisily as his fingers press firmly against the wall of my pussy.
I cry out as an all-consuming tide of pleasure radiates through me like an ocean current. Wracked with wave after wave of delightful contractions, my entire body spasms. Finally, he eases the pressure from his tongue, and he braces me, holding me up so that I don’t collapse into a quivering mass on the floor.
Slowly, I open my eyes, still reeling from the best oral orgasm, the only oral orgasm, I’ve ever had, and I see that he’s watching me intently. Oh my gosh! What does my orgasm face look like?
He smiles, clearly pleased, and then moves his hand to his cock, stroking it slowly with his wet fingers. It’s so fucking erotic I almost come again.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I smile, guessing my orgasm face isn’t too terrible. “That was...” I look for the right word, but I can’t seem to find one that describes the amazing breath-taking nature of what just happened. “Incredible.”
He stands, releasing his cock, and swoops me up off my feet as if I’m a feather, and I squeal. He turns around and lays me gently on the bed, crawling on top of me, straddling me on all fours. I watch as he raises his fingers to his lips and runs them slowly beneath his nose. He inhales deeply and then pops them into his mouth. I can’t believe he just did that!
He closes his eyes and moans. “Mm. My God. You taste sweet.” He smiles and bends forward to kiss me so that I can taste myself on his tongue. My body responds like a trained seal, and I feel my muscles begin to tense. No way!
His hand migrates back to my breast, caressing and fondling, as he presses his nearly-bursting cock against my mound.