The Detectives

The precinct’s grimy walls glowed green under the fluorescent lights. Detective Brady hunched over his desk contemplating the flask in the lower right drawer. Across the paperwork covered desks sat his partner. Detective Amy Martin mindlessly read through an old file, though her thoughts lingered on the flask in Brady’s desk as well. The rest of the room droned on in a buzz of typing and low conversations. A few other detectives sat at their desks with a shady individual beside them. Brady looked over at the captain’s office once again. “So is a longer talk better than a shorter one?” he asked.

Martin did not look up from the file. “Longer is better. If we were fired, it would be a pretty quick decision.”

“Fired? Shit, I was thinking suspension at worst. Think about half the shit the other guys have pulled. O’Malley got piss-ass drunk, pulled out his badge, and threatened a bar owner. Rode a desk for two days and had a week of alcohol counseling. We just did our jobs.”

“We did something worse.” Martin’s tone didn’t change nor did she look up from her feigned reading. “We embarrassed Captain Murphy.”

The door to the captain’s office opened and several old men in police dress uniforms filed out. A few of them glanced at the two detectives, neither party hiding their open disdain. Lastly, Murphy emerged, “My office, now.”

Reluctantly, Brady rose to his feet while Martin stood up as if she were walking to the gallows. The rest of the precinct watched them make the long walk from their desk to the shoddy office. Some of the detectives empathized with their situation while most felt pleased to see the younger upstarts being brought to heel. Brady closed the door behind him as he stepped inside. Murphy stood behind his desk and gestured to the old cracked leather chairs.

“Detectives, I am not going to draw this out. I have here a statement that will be placed in your personnel files. You can read it if you like, but I can relay the gist of what it says. It verifies your reports about Captain Roberts. He will be posthumously stripped of all commendations. This will be done on paper, but no announcement will be made. Roberts served for many years as a good cop, and no one is better off for slandering a dead man. No one in the department will be told of his activities with the Carlotto family, but I am more than certain that everyone already knows. As for the two of you, your insubordination has been noted, but a few of the other captains believed it to be…proper police work. As a result, you’re going to be transfered up to the 27th. This will be done after you leg it for six months here working vice. You will report to Captain Nelson. You’ll be given offices one floor up, and I don’t think we’ll have much reason to interact in the future. Any questions?”

“No sir,” Brady said through gritted teeth. His partner merely shook her head.

“I do not have to remind you that Captain Roberts was a close friend of mind, and my first CO. If in the future you need someone to give you a reference letter, do not consider me your friend. Clean out your desks. I want you out of my sight by the end of the day. You’re dismissed.” Captain Murphy pulled a file over and turned his gaze down to it. The two detectives stood up and left the room, neither bothering to look back at their once friend.

The rest of the precinct did a poor job of hiding their curiosity, but no one approached them as they started to pack up their desks. Brady initially started packing up his files, but then stopped and carried them over to the desk of his particularly grumpy looking sergeant. “Sorry, sir, looks like you’re down two detectives for a while. Let Captain Murphy know how much you appreciate having to pick up the slack.” As he dropped the files, Martin dropped her stack on top of them. They could almost feel the rest of the room wince at the sudden workload. With the case files put aside, Brady’s belongings dwindled to a favorite calculator, some desk supplies, and a picture of his nephews. He dropped the picture in the garbage and waited for Martin. She followed him over to the elevator.

Brady pressed the button and turned around to look at his former coworkers. “Anyone who wants to buy us a drink can show up at Reggie’s. The rest of you can go fuck yourself.”

The next floor had been used for storage since well before either Brady or Martin joined the force. They stepped off the elevator into a labyrinth of boxes and abandoned office furniture. They found some clear space near a set of windows and set up desks, working in silence to make the space somewhat habitable. More than once, a mouse scurried out of sight as they moved something, but that was nothing unusual for the building. Finally, they took seats across from one another at a pair of desks, not dissimilar from the ones they had just left. Brady tried to strike up conversation, “Well, partner, looks like it’s just the two of us for a while.”

“Six months,” Martin replied.

“Shit, Amy, I did six months of desk as a beat cop for bringing my CO the wrong cup of coffee. This isn’t that bad. We exposed department corruption, made three high profile arrests, and when the dust settles we’ll be effectively getting a promotion. Just have to pay the piper in the meantime.”

“I hate working vice.”

“Working is a strong word. The 27th is going to keep us on the back burner. We’re shoved up here so no one has to look at us until the heat blows over. Like a working vacation. I think this is probably the best possible outcome. Don’t you?”

Martin sighed.

“Welcome to the 27th, Detectives,” Captain Nelson said as he sat behind his desk. Brady and Martin shifted uneasily in their seats, unhappy about once again being in a captain’s office. “Now, I know you left things pretty poorly back at your old precinct, but I want you to know that your talents haven’t gone unnoticed. We need good cops. Don’t you agree?”

Brady answered quickly, “Yes, sir.” He’d been surprised to see that Nelson was only a few years older than him. Most of the captains Brady had met were a cadre of old men who’d spent their lives as detectives to be rewarded with a better title and more authority. Nelson was clearly a man with career aspirations. “We’re happy to be here.”

“Outstanding,” Nelson started typing on his computer. “As part of the agreement, you’re not going to be given any new cases, and you’re to be confined to vice for six months. Don’t worry, we’re going to fudge that. The department has a long memory, but a short attention span. You’ll be back in the pool in two months, three at the latest. In the meantime, we at least have something mildly interesting for you that still qualifies as vice. Sergeant Miller has the file for you. Can’t let you have the arrests if they come in, though. You can bust prostitution and push paperwork, but anything else is going to catch unwanted attention. I don’t like it any more than you do, but I didn’t get in this chair without knowing how to play ball.” He stood up abruptly. “Detectives, I am glad to have you on my team and expect the same type of diligence that you demonstrated under Captain Murphy. Please stop by the sergeant’s desk and pick up your files.”

They stood and shook their new boss’s hand and headed out to the bullpen. Once again, curious and skeptical eyes watched them as they stopped to pick up the case files. The sergeant handed them three. “All picked up through the last week for soliciting. They’re a little odd though. It got red flagged when this lady, Tiffany Matthews, hit as a missing person. She’s been processed and sent home on bail. We picked up another, Gina Potts, last night. She’s in holding if you want to speak with her.”

Martin flipped through the files. “What’s so special about them? Seems like normal prostitution.”

The sergeant frowned, “For one, both Matthews and the first one we picked up, Anderson, were missing for a few days. Their husbands were pretty freaked out when they were released. Potts wasn’t reported as missing, but she lives alone and didn’t turn up for work for two days before we picked her up. Figured it might be financially related, but they didn’t want to get paid as far as we’ve been able to tell. They’re just picking up Johns and screwing their brains out. Gets weirder from there. Go ahead and look it over. Captain’s worried that something else is going on. We’re drug testing all three, but none of the usual stuff popped. Something is making these women lose it though, and it’s now up to you to figure out what. In the meantime, get away from my desk. You ain’t the only show in town.”

“Which way is holding?”

***

After getting directions they headed off to the cells. Neither of them needed to be a detective to know immediately which of the women was Gina. The bleach blonde sat alone in a separate cell shaking her leg anxiously and causing the rest of her voluptuous body to jiggle. Brady had seen his fair share of women, but none of them could compare to Gina. Her tube top did very little to hide the pair of massive tits jutting out from her chest. She smacked gum while smiling with big plump lips covered in a shiny gloss. Her skirt rode up her side, and Brady was absolutely certain that an inch higher would flash a naked pussy. He walked over to the guard. “Detectives Brady and Martin. We’re here to see Ms. Potts.”

The heavy set woman rolled her eyes. “Good, get her out of here already. She ain’t nothing but trouble.”

“Why keep her separate?” Martin asked.

The guard grunted as she got to her feet. “Cause she kept trying to fuck anybody that would let her. And these scumbags ain’t exactly priests. I’ll put her in interrogation two. You can meet her there. Oh, and detective, don’t…this sounds crazy, but don’t let her talk to you too long.”

Brady smirked. “Why’s that?”

“Dunno. Cop who brought her in started acting a little strange. Refused to turn her over and tried to get in the cell with her. Then Detective Marshall spent some time with her. He took her off to the storage room and let her blow him. I’ve known that man fifteen years. He’s married and never once had an eye for anyone other than his wife. Twenty minutes with Gina, and he’s got his cock in her throat. I dunno what it is about her, but mind yourself.”

***

“Maybe I go talk to her,” Martin said as they waited in the observation room.

“What? Why?” Brady watched the set of glorious tits wobble as the guard let Gina adjacent room. “You don’t think there’s something to that guard’s voodoo shit?”

“I think she’s a woman who is thriving on sex. Maybe she’s got some kind of condition, and I think having a man in the room could exacerbate that. Objectively, we’re more likely to get useful information about her if I go in alone.” Martin’s tone remained neutral, but Brady knew her well enough to hear the hints of impatience with his objections.

“Fine. You go in, and I’ll watch. Always wanted to watch you and a top heavy prostitute go at it anyway.”

“Keep dreaming.”

***

Martin entered the interrogation room, and Gina sprang to life. The lewdly dressed woman thrust her chest up and smiled devilishly at the detective. Underneath the table, her legs parted, and she whimpered about her hands being cuffed to the table. “Why’d that mean ol’ guard put me in these?” Gina shook the cuffs. “She could have cuffed me to a bed and I wouldn’t complain. Maybe that bunk in the cell. All the boys in blue could take a turn.”

Martin scowled as she sat down opposite of the woman. “Gina, I’m Detective Amy Martin, I need to ask you some questions.”

“You let me out of these cuffs, and I’ll answer the only question you need to ask.”

“And what would that be?”

“How long it would take me to make you cum.” Gina ran her tongue over her glossed lips. Martin didn’t blink.

“Gina, you have no history of solicitation. From what your files tells us, up until recently you were a normal young woman working to keep her head above student debt. What made you hit the streets?”

Gina laughed. “I didn’t do it for money, silly. You look like it’s been too long for you. When’s the last time you tasted a cock? Is there any better feeling than when that creamy, warm spunk shoots down your mouth?”

Again, Martin didn’t blink. “I’ll tell you what. You answer my questions and then when we’re done, I’ll let my partner come in here, and you can suck his cock as much as you want.”

Gina’s eyes brightened. Behind the mirror, Brady shifted uncomfortably. It wasn’t like his partner to be unprofessional, but he couldn’t deny that the sound of Amy Martin promising him to this cock hungry slut made his dick twitch slightly. Gina pulled at the cuffs once again. The mere thought of having access to a man after being confined for so many hours made her pussy ache. “Ok, fine. What’re your dumb questions?”

Martin laid out pictures. “Do you know these women?”

“No, but they’re fucking hot though.”

“Have you taken anything in the past few weeks? Maybe something someone gave you without your knowledge?”

“Nope. Nothing but cocks and ice cream.”

“Ice cream?”

“Sure, from that new shop by my stupid old job.”

***

Gina yelled and fought as the guard pulled her away. She called out for Martin to keep her promise. Martin didn’t flinch as she handed the file back to her partner. “All three worked within a block of each other. Part of Anderson’s statement mentioned ice cream. I’m thinking somethings up with the new ice cream parlor.”

Brady looked at the file. “In midtown? You’re thinking someone’s running prostitution out of a dessert shop in broad daylight?”

“Can’t hurt to check it out. Maybe they’re not working that area, but they might have been recruited.”

“Alright, let’s go take a look. By the way, that stuff she was saying. How does that not shake you?”

“You know me, Brady. Everything is an emotional roller coaster.”

A bell dinged as they stepped into the small shop tucked into the side of an office building. Brady had suspicions immediately as two heavy chested women greeted them from behind the counter. One blushed and wiped her mouth before disappearing to the back while the other rocked on her heels as they walked up to the counter. “Welcome to Haveran’s Ice Creams, how can I help you?” She spoke in the same airy tone as Gina.

Brady checked her name tag, “Hi Annie, we’re detectives with the police department. If it’s all right, we’d like to ask you a few questions.”

Annie bounced on her heels again. Peering behind the counter, Brady saw that she wore a very short skirt and nothing else. “Questions? Like about the ice cream? Sure! Our sample today is Strawberry Crush.” She reached behind her to a cooler and started to retrieve two small cups of the red treat. She bent over and Brady’s suspicions were confirmed as her skirt tipped up, and he caught a full view of her bare pussy and ass. He cleared his throat nervously. “Here you go! It’s so strawberry-ey!”

The detectives took the sample, but neither ate it. Martin looked through the porthole window in the kitchen door. “Anyone else work here?”

Annie nodded. “Me and Jen are here right now. Two other girls work the later shift.”

“What about an owner?”

“Owner? Like my boss? Don’t you want to know about the ice cream?”

“No, I want to know who runs this place.” Martin’s tone bordered on threatening. She noticed Brady’s warning look and dropped back a bit. She took the small plastic spoon and idly ate her free sample.

Brady leaned over the counter and Annie leaned in as well, almost drawn to him like a magnet. “Look, we need to talk to your boss. Can you go get him or her for us?”

“Oh, no…Mr. Nimrod isn’t here.”

“Your boss is named, ‘Nimrod’?” Brady couldn’t help but chuckle to hear the air headed girl say it, but she clearly saw nothing funny about the name. Before he could say anything else, Martin took his sample from him and poured it into her mouth. “Um, let’s see. Do you recognize these women?” He showed her the mug shots of the three they’d picked up.

“No, they’re pretty though. I like their hair.”

“Does the name Gina Potts sound familiar? Maybe she came in as a customer and you noticed it on her credit card?”

“Nope. Lots of people come in here though. It’s slow right now, but we get really popular in the afternoons.”

“I see. Well do you have a home address for Mr. Nimrod?”

“Sure, I can write it down for you!”

Martin pushed Brady aside. “And one large Strawberry Crush, please!”

***

On their way back to the station, Brady watched as his partner greedily ate the entire pint of ice cream. Each bite made Martin hum slightly in satisfaction as she licked the spoon clean. As they rode the elevator up to their storage room office, Brady tried to bring focus back to their case. “So we check Nimrod’s address against the registered information on the business. See if anything pops. Maybe cross reference it with the criminal database and see if anything jumps out at us. Amy what the hell are you doing?”

Martin looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do my boobs look bigger?” She had unfastened her jacket and was actively feeling her breasts. The elevator rattled to a halt and Brady walked into the storage area with Amy trailing at his heels.

“Amy, I’m all for you developing a weird sense of sexual driven humor, but is this really the time?”

“Jeff, I’m not kidding. My tits are bigger. I have to get this bra off.”

Jeff turned around as Amy started pulling off her jacket and blouse. “You haven’t called me Jeff in two years what the — oh fuck, what the hell.”

Amy stripped out of her top and dropped it to the ground. Sure enough, her breasts were straining against the modest bra. Without hesitating, she reached behind and tore at the clasp. The bra dropped away, and Jeff gaped as he saw his partner’s breasts fall into view. “Oh my god that feels sooo much better. Jeff what are you doing?”

Jeff held his hand over his eyes while looking to the side. “I’m not…looking. You’re naked, and I’m respecting your weird moment. You should probably put something on before you get hit with a psyche eval.”

“Naked? This isn’t naked. My tits are out, but I’m not naked silly. Actually, my butt feels a little snug too. Could it be bigger? I’ve always wanted a bigger butt.” She started unbuttoning her pants, but Jeff overcame his shock and reached out to stop her. He grabbed her wrist and Amy felt something inside of her change.

“Amy. What the hell is the matter with you? If this is a joke, it’s gone too far.” He noticed the small smear of pink on her lip. “Hang on a minute. You started acting weird after you ate the fucking strawberry blast. Maybe they’re putting something in the —” She lunged forward and planted her lips on his. Jeff started to object, but a thousand old memories came flooding back to him at the warm touch of her lips.

A voice in his head started to speak. How many nights have you wondered what this would feel like? Remember that time you closed the Treyhart case and you got drunk on the hood of your car with her? She looked so amazing in the moonlight. You wanted to reach over and touch her, but you were too afraid. She’s giving herself to you now. Your mistake can be corrected. How often have you fallen asleep wishing she were beside you? You wanted this. So did she. All this time, she’s wanted you as much as you’ve wanted her. She wants your cock to be hard for her. She wants you inside of her. Feel her tits press against your chest. Feel her ass in your hands. Taste her. Drink her in. Let her change your life.

Amy’s hands had returned to her pants and quickly removed them. As she stepped out of her heels and pants, Jeff’s hands grabbed hold of her ass. He grunted in satisfaction to find her wearing a thong as his hands gripped bare flesh. She felt warm to the touch, and his cock strained against his pants as he explored her body. She wanted his skin on hers just as much as he wanted her. She started pulling off his clothes, quickly snapping the buttons on his shirt as he unbuckled his pants. He stopped to move his hands to her breasts and give them a hard squeeze. Amy roughly pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.

The pleasant buzz in her head became a loud drone as she dropped to her knees in front of her partner. She felt his hand slide into her hair as she lowered her mouth to his cock. She parted her lips and let the throbbing head of Jeff’s dick push past her lips. She closed down around his shaft, relishing in the feel of his hot shaft sliding against her cheek as her tongue undulated along the bottom of his cock. Jeff groaned and gently pushed her head down. The head of his dick hit the back of her throat, and he wondered how he’d been so insane to wait this long for Amy. Looking down, he admired the curve of her bare back as it rounded into perfect hips with a big, juicy ass resting on her heels. As she bobbed up and down, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last very much longer and that he wanted to feel her pussy wrapped around him.

Gently, he pulled her off his cock and to her feet. Her hand replaced her mouth, starting to jerk him off as he led her over to their desks. In a quick motion, he cleared away their meager work supplies. Lifting her up, he put her down on the desk and she happily spread her legs. “Are you going to fuck me now, Jeff? You’re going to fuck your partner and make her cum after all these years?”

“You’re desperate for it aren’t you. You’d beg for my cock if I told you to.”

“That’s right. I’m your cock hungry little slut that needs that big dick inside her or she’ll go all bimbo stupid just like those other bitches. Ooo, I wonder if they still have Gina down there. We could bring her up here in cuffs and tie her to the wall. You could fuck her ass while she sucked my tits. It’s what you’ve always wanted.”

He couldn’t wait any longer. Amy’s perfect body displayed in front of him was almost enough to make him cum. Heavy tear drop shaped tits stood out firm and proud from her taut body. A beautiful, bald pussy glistened with her arousal as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled his cock towards her. She couldn’t deny her craving any longer and worried that she actually would lose her mind if he didn’t fuck her hard and fast. The wet cock slid against her pussy lips. Jeff took hold of his cock and angled it until the head popped inside of her. She gasped and smiled at him. He slammed into her abruptly, pushing her walls wide with his thick length. “That’s it, detective, fuck me like the slut I am.” He started to thrust in and out of her. As he pushed in to the hilt, she moaned and pulled at his back. “Cum inside me.” She whispered in his ear before nibbling at his neck. “Fill me up with your cum.”

Jeff felt the pressure building. He couldn’t believe he’d not cum already. His arms wrapped around his fellow detective, and he pushed all the way inside of her. His cock throbbed and her pussy clenched down on him as he erupted inside of her. Amy’s body started to shake in his arms as his own orgasm pushed her over the edge. She let out quick gasps of pleasure as wave after wave of pleasure rocked through her body in time with the spurts of cum spraying in her. Finally, the pleasure subsided, and Jeff kissed her forehead as he pulled away. As his cock slipped free, Amy scrambled from the desk and took the shrinking member into her mouth, her tongue expertly licking him clean. Jeff didn’t object to the sensitive pleasure and cursed the fact that it would take a while to get hard again.

Finally, Amy pulled away and wiped her mouth. “I think I know what’s causing the women to get all horny and bimbo like. We need to get the ice cream and test it.”

“Right,” Jeff replied, dumbfounded. “We should probably also get you to a doctor and check out whatever is causing this.”

“Sure,” she said. She turned around and bent over the desk. Jeff felt his cock twinge and start to stiffen. Her big round ass wobbled from side to side. “Unless you can think of something better to do before that.”