Cop A Feel Cop
by
Sybille
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Chapter One
Samantha (everybody calls me "Sam") Smith turned into the parking lot of the First Presbyterian Church, turned off her lights and set up the radar equipment. It was a great place for a cop to sit unnoticed, they'd told her. She was hidden from sight by a row of bushes.
The church was on the corner of McKnight and Pine Roads. Many drivers going south on McKnight ran the red light. Many others had the green light, but went way past the speed limit of 30 miles per hour.
Especially late on Saturday night, soon after the bars closed.
Sam was well positioned to see who ran the red light on capture the speed on her gun, then pull out of the church lot right behind them, red, white and blue lights flashing like mad. She'd been pulled over a few times since receiving her driver's license, and vividly recalled the fear those lights reflecting in her rearview mirror created in her, especially when she was drunk.
Now it was her turn to enforce the law. She'd just recently completed Cop School and been hired by the Rock Drive City Police Department. She was proud of herself. She'd chosen a profession that was opening up to women, but still didn't welcome them.
Not that Rock Drive City had much of a crime problem. Sometimes a burglary, assault or domestic dispute in The Hill, and that was about it.
The Rock Drive Police Department had a proud tradition of writing many more traffic tickets than surrounding metropolitan areas. Some people even referred to the small city as a "speed trap."
But of course that was unfair. The police didn't force anyone to go over the speed limit. But when they did, it was their job to catch them and write the ticket. That not only generated money for the city's treasury, it made the streets of Rock Drive City very safe.
Sam had heard many stories of how gruesome traffic accidents could be. She'd much rather give out tickets than see a lot of blood and gore and dead bodies at an accident scene.
The squawker was silent. Nothing was happening, except too many people driving around as though they owned the roads, endangering their own and other people's lives.
Rock Drive City's other cop on duty, Jeff, was parked in a similar dark spot on Broadway, the main drag. Sometimes Rock Drive City's police double-teamed with each other, hiding several blocks from each other on the same street.
Lots of people assumed that a small metropolitan municipality would have only one police on duty late at night. Therefore, when one officer pulled over a speeding motorist and was in the process of writing the ticket, passing drivers believed the only officer in the area was already occupied, and pressed the pedal to the metal.
Of course, their belief was inaccurate. Several blocks later, they'd be pulled over for their own speeding ticket.
It was a good game, but they wanted Sam to get some experience on her own, so here she was sitting in the shadows, waiting.
Cars whizzed by. Sam watched the radar screen but, so far, none were blatant enough to be worth pulling over.
Finally -- a car blazed past her going at least forty miles per hour.
Sam pulled out of the church lot and then, as she started to speed after the green Volvo sedan, remembered to set off the siren.
Chapter Two
The driver pulled off the road into a partially paved, vacant lot. Trying to remember every step of the proper procedures, Sam called in the license plate number before stepping out of the door.
The green Volvo seemed to know the procedure, because they just sat there parked in front of Sam with their lights off, also waiting for the results.
No record, no tickets, no outstanding warrants. Ought to be a quick, clean ticket. Sam stepped out of her car and sauntered toward the driver's window. She did a fast check of her gun, uniform and ticket book. Everything was in place.
And she had to admit to herself, she looked pretty sharp in uniform. It did tend to make her look bulky, but she was so trim and fit that she still looked good even with a few extra, illusionary pounds.
Sam took off her cap, smoothed her short, brown hair, slicking it down with her fingers, then put the cap back on.
Sam tapped on the driver's window. A young woman rolled down the window, looked at Sam, then did a double take.
"Something wrong?" Sam asked.
"No, of course not. Just . . . I thought you were Bill."
She was a beautiful young woman. Frosted hair made to loose casually loose and carefree by a hundred dollar hair styling job. A tight green skirt showing lots of thigh. A colorful blue and green blouse with stylish flowers all over. And thick mascara, with powerfully strong scarlet lipstick. Even in the diffuse light of a nearby street lamp through the trees, the color glared with hot lust.
And figure -- she had a terrific figure. Sam bet lots of men wanted her. She'd probably had lots of men between those thin, smooth silky thighs.
"Bill's shift has changed since they hired me. It's my first time on this shift."
"Oh. Well, officer, I'm really sorry I exceeded the speed limit."
"Apparently it's not the first time. You're on a first name basis with Bill. You talk as though you wanted him to pull you over."
"No! I mean, he's a good friend, that's all. But sometimes I'm in a hurry to get home and I forget and go over the speed limit. I'm really sorry. I won't do it again." She started to turn on her ignition.
Sam reached inside, tapped her hand to stop her. "May I see you driver's license and insurance certification please?"
"Yes, of course, of course." The woman fumbled with her purse, pulled out makeup containers, wads of used tissues and loose cigarettes but, to Sam's nonsurprise, no driver's license or insurance certifications.
"I'm sorry, I must have lost them or something." She seemed genuinely shocked and flustered. "Or I left them at home in my other purse. That's it, they're in my other purse. I'll make sure I carry them with me from now on."
Chapter Three
Sam shook her head. "Missouri state law requires you to carry your driver's license with you at all times when you're behind the wheel. And you must be able to verify you carry liability insurance as required by Missouri state law."
"I know, it's just --"
"'It's in my other purse' is not an acceptable excuse."
"I'm sorry, really I am."
"I should be writing you lots of tickets. But something still bothers me."
The woman was still, evidently afraid to ask Sam what was bothering her.
"I believe you wanted Bill to pull you over. I believe you were deliberately speeding. You were ready to have Bill pull you over. But not ready with your driver's license and insurance certification. That doesn't add up."
"Please," the woman said, close to tears. "If you have to give me a speeding ticket, go ahead and do it."
"But I'd also have to give you want for failure to produce proof you are a licensed driver with proper liability insurance."
"It's up to you."
"If I give you tickets for that, you must go to court with the proper documentation."
"Oh my God! I mean, really officer, I'm so sorry. You must some real crooks to go after now. I don't want to take up all your time."
There was no wedding ring on her finger. "Miss, if you're good friends with Bill, you probably know that giving out traffic tickets is ninety-five percent of what the police do here in Rock Drive City. Especially this late on a Saturday night. We take our duty to ensure your safety quite seriously. If it takes punishing you with as many tickets as you deserve, we can arrange that."
"Look, I'll do anything you want, just --"
"Really? Anything I want? That's an interesting phrase. Do you give Bill anything he wants?"
"Please, I don't want any trouble."
"Then you should have your required driver's license and insurance certification with you at all times. And you should drive under the posted speed limit of thirty miles per hour. Then I wouldn't have pulled you over."
"I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"What did you plan to do when Bill pulled you over?"
"Oh, he doesn't ask for stuff like that. It's just a little game we play."
"Game?"
Chapter Four
The woman was squirming in her seat even more. "Look, I shouldn't have said anything. I'm sorry, forget I mentioned it."
"I don't believe I can do that, Miss. By the way, what's your name?" Sam remembered the name registered with the license plate, but by now doubted that this woman in front of her had as clean a record.
"Jill Carmody."
"Great. Jill, this isn't your car, is it? What would you do if I asked you for the title?"
"I borrowed it from a good friend." Jill named the person the license plate was registered in.
"Do they know you're deliberately speeding in his vehicle so you can get pulled over by a policeman you have the hots for?"
"No, of course not. And what kind of language is that to use to me?"
Sam ignored her question. "I'll repeat my earlier question -- what kind of game do you and Bill play together?"
"Look, it's nothing serious. We're old friends. It's all in good fun. Nobody gets hurt."
"By the way, Jill, my name is Officer Samantha Jones. But call me Sam. Everybody does."
"Officer --"
"Sam, I said. OK? You're on a first name basis with Bill. We can do that too, even if we're not old friends -- yet."
"Yes . . . Sam. Really, it's just a little nothing game. I shouldn't have even said anything."
"Jill, Jill, if I didn't know better, I'd guess that you are somehow enticing Bill to do something unethical for a good police officer like I thought he was."
"Like bribe him? Oh, come on. I got maybe two dollars on me." Jill dumped out the contents of her wallet to prove her case.
"No," Sam said. "That wouldn't make sense, to deliberately go over the speed limit so you could pay a bribe to get out of the speeding ticket. Heck, here in Missouri, you can do that anyway. Get a lawyer to go to court for you and get the speeding ticket changed to a nonmoving violation. You pay a higher fee, but you don't get any points on your license and your insurance rates don't go up. I always thought it just proves speeding tickets are to raise money, but what're you going to do, right? The lawyers are in charge."
"Yes." Jill seemed exhausted, ready to cry.
"Look," Sam said to Jill. "You're just getting Bill into more trouble. What if I report this conversation to my superiors? They'd have to investigate, wouldn't they? They'd find out Bill's been letting you drive without a license or insurance. And I bet that's just the beginning. Maybe you have a lot of DWIs."
"Please . . . “
“What’re you giving Bill in return? You can help me keep this private, or you can force a public investigation that could ruin his career. And if you’ve got those DWIs, you could go to jail. So could he.”
“I don’t want that.”
“Of course you don’t,” Sam said in a soothing voice. “I don’t either.”
“Then just let me go.”
“Oh, I wish I could. But I’m brand new. If my superiors found out I had a lead on police department internal corruption and dropped it, then it’d be my career that was ruined.”
“I wouldn’t tell, really I wouldn’t.”
“But my conscience would bother me.”
Chapter Five
Jill squirmed more in her seat. “It’s almost childish. You’ll just laugh.”
“Try me.”
“Well, when Bill comes up to my window, he asks me all the usual stuff about seeing my license, but I roll it down and he reaches in and squeezes my breast.”
“You mean like this?” Sam stuck her hand inside, reached down and grabbed the woman’s breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It was a big, soft breast, the kind she just loved to squeeze.
“Yes, yes, you’ve got it?”
“But does his hand just feel you up through your blouse?”
“Well -- “
“I have to know all these things. They’re vital facts in the investigation.”
“What investigation?”
“The one I’m doing on you and Bill.” Sam paused for effect. “I think you let him put his hand directly on your breast. That’s why your blouse is cut so low.”
Without waiting for a reply, Sam moved her hand to the top of the blouse, then dipped her fingers inside and began squeezing Jill’s breast.
“Does Bill squeeze your breast as well as I do?”
“No . . . he’s a man, he just mangles it.”
Sam brushed the nipple with her fingers until it was hard and the entire breast began to expand and stiffen with Jill’s desire.
“You like it, though.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Does Bill get your nipple and breast as hard I do? That’s important information to know for the investigation. It would surely come out in court.”
“No, you’re better at . . . direct stimulation.”
“Does he check you for alcohol intoxication?”
“No, why should he? I’m not acting drunk, am I?”
“But it’s late Saturday night. The bars are closed. Most people out this late have been drinking. I really must insist on testing your breath.”
Sam stuck her head in the window and kissed Jill on the mouth, tasting the thick lipstick. Sometimes she hating lipstick, but tonight she loved it.
Her tongue slipped through Jill’s teeth and they French-kissed for at least ten minutes.”
Sam stood up straight. ”OK, you passed the breath test.”
Chapter Six
Sam pulled out her notebook and began marking with her pen. “Does Bill stop at squeezing your boob or does he move his hand down to your pussy?”
“Really, I can’t --”
Sam put the notebook down and looked at her intently. “Really, Miss Carmody, you must understand the seriousness of this investigation.”
“Yes, yes I do.”
“Good. Then please answer the question. It was a very simple one, really. Does he feel your pussy too?”
“Er, yes -- yes he does.”
“Just by reaching through the window? That’s not a very convenient angle.”
“Well . . .”
Sam went around to the other wide of the car and opened the front seat passenger door. She got in quickly. “It’s important to get all the facts straight. And a good investigator wants to get into the mind of the perpetrator. I’ve found the best way to do that, is to follow in their footsteps as far as possible.”
“I thought you said you were brand new.”
“To the Rock Drive City police force, yes.”
Sam put her arm around Jill’s shoulder, put her other hand between Jill’s thighs. She slowly stroked the insides with her fingertips.
“Does Bill know how to do this?”