A Policewoman's Reward

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story, A Policewoman's Desires. This is my first time writing a sequel to what was originally a one-and-done. But the feedback was positive and to be honest, Ellie Carlyle might be one of my hottest creations, so I am happy to revisit her with a new story.

"Finally!" I sighed wearily. "I'm finally off of the dammed night shift!"

"You and me both," said Joey with an equally relieved sigh. "Grover has taken us off shit detail."

"Everyone gets their fair share of easy and hard shifts," I said. "But we must have pissed him off somehow because he gave us six fucking weeks of it!" I shook undid my flaming red hair and shook it free.

"I don't know Ellie," said Joey. My partner was unbuttoning his jacket already. "Maybe he was in a vindictive mood when he made the schedules that day."

We parted and went into the men's and women's changing rooms. My name is Ellie Carlyle and I'm a police officer in the infamous New York City. Since the last time we talked, I've been on night shift for, as I mentioned above, six fucking weeks! I had known that tough detail was coming but I never expected it to be that long of a stretch. Maybe Grover was trying to be equally unfair to all of us? Or maybe we just did a good job at night, I'm not sure. But it's sucked so bad, sleeping all day and being up all night. And let me tell you something about this job and this city.

New York City at night is like the craziest acid trip you have ever been on. When the sun goes down, the stupidity levels are turned up to eleven. I have had to respond to drunken streakers, domestic disputes, old ladies complaining about their neighbors watching TV to damn loud, you fucking name it. I'm so happy I'm finally off of the dammed night shift. New York City truly is the city that never sleeps.

Joey Robertson is my partner and he feels the same way. My police patrol partner mind you, not my 'partner' partner. I don't date within the same precinct. It leads to nothing but problems. No matter how many police procedural dramas do it. I know I've said that before, but I feel the need to reiterate it because every time I talk to family I'm asked if I've found someone at work. My mother loves to ask me this. Yeah, sure ma. I got close to someone while we're out dealing with the garbage of society. Really encourages romantic contact.

Oh I've been on this shift too long. I'm bitching like some hag! I mentally shut my mind off from all the complaining I can't do around the precinct without it getting back to Grover. If Grover finds out you're complaining about his detail, he will assign you worse detail. He's funny like that.

I'm a fiery red haired, green eyed, tall, pale, big boobed thirty year old who's been a cop for a few years now. I put on my normal clothes and put my uniform in my locker. The other girls here changing are mostly coming in for the day. "You okay Ellie?" one of them asks me. Her name is Jenny Ricks and we've talked in passing before.

"End of night shift season for me," I said.

"Oh fuck," said Stacey Madison, another cop coming on for her shift. "That means someone else is due!"

"We all get our turn," I said.

"Grover is a sadist," said Stacey.

"Keep that up and you'll be on night shift for sure. Grover has ways of hearing griping," I said. "And Karma is a bigger bitch than any of us!" They all laughed and finished changing. As per usual, I kept my eyes to myself.

I like men and women in equal measure. Though I find myself liking women more and more. But nobody else at the precinct knew I swung both ways. I already endured the redhead stereotypes. I didn't want to add the 'hot lesbo cop' stereotypes to my list of problems. Never mind not wanting to weird the other girls out. So my 'no fraternization at work' policy extended to both sexes. Despite how hot some of them were. Stacey's a pretty blonde thing and Jenny has the short, petite brunette look. Me, being the tall redhead with a rack that makes pornstars jealous, I kind of have an effect of other's self esteem. Which is why I get razzed for it.

I put on my leather jacket (another stereotype I know) and my jeans, waving goodbye to the other girls, and headed for the doors of the precinct. Joey's chatting with some of the guys so he just gives me a wave. I wave back. But I hear a door open and "Carlyle!" barked at me.

Vincent Grover. Our sergeant. He's a balding heavyset man, about forty seven now, and had been on the NYPD since the 1990's. He had been a rookie during the crack cocaine days and had seen some hard times. He'd been among those that hit Ground Zero during 9/11 before the towers came down. Grover was tough, fair, suffered no fools, brooked no bullshit, and made sure everyone had their fair share of easy and miserable detail.

I wondered what he wanted with me? I sighed and went to his office and closed the door. "Sir?" I asked him.

"You're just coming off of night shift?" he asked.

I knew he knew the answer to that already. But being a smart-ass to him was a bad idea. "Yes sir. Robertson and I turned our last report in a short while ago."

"I've read them," he said. He was married with two kids who were now teenagers, and his desk was adorned with pictures of them, a boy and a girl, and his wife Nicole, whom I'd seen in passing when she came in to badger him about taking it easy. Grover was old school, work until you drop dead, turn in your papers if you can't hack in anymore kind of officer. Most of us expected him to work until mandatory retirement. "You and Robertson have done good work," he continued.

"Thank you sir."

"I'm sorry to have to say this but soon I'm going to split you two up," he said. I kept any dismay from my face. Another thing Grover liked to do was break partners up, ensuring everyone got to work with everyone and all the veterans worked with the rookies. I couldn't fault his principle but it did sometimes mean you were just jelling with a partner before you got switched to having a completely new one.

"I understand sir," was all I said.

"I've also noted that you are overdue for a vacation," said Grover. "You haven't taken one since joining the precinct."

"I've been absorbed by work," I said.

"Well, you've just come off of six weeks of night shifts. So I'm insisting you take one. It's Monday so you can start today and come back next Tuesday."

This was amazing news! I told you Grover was fair! "Thank you sir!" I said. "But don't I have to put in for one?"

"I took the liberty of doing it for you," he said holding up a form. "All you have to do is sign it. And, well, I have a favor to ask you."

That caught me by surprise. Grover wasn't known to ask for favors. He expected you to do what was asked and outright ordered you to do so if he felt you were hesitating. So this wasn't anything official. "What is it, sir?" I asked.

"It's my Courtney," he said. Courtney was his oldest child, having turned eighteen about six months ago I think. "Courtney is, well, she's a teenage girl and going through the motions. Now she refuses to do anything I say because quote 'I'm a legal adult now, you can shove your chores up your fat ass, old man!' unquote."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like teenage girls with policemen fathers. What is it you need from me though?"

"Her school is setting up a sort of career day style program where they spend a week following someone around, doing whatever job they do. Courtney, who knows I do that her mother does not want her to have any ambitions of being a cop, has requested police duty."

I was confused. "Doesn't that sort of thing require her to be with a, you know, active officer, sir? I'm about to go on vacation."

"Carlyle, you are something of a poster child for a strong, professional woman serving a police officer," he said. "To say nothing of the fact that you manage to look like a super model even in uniform." I blushed a little at that. "I want Courtney to ride with you on easy detail for a week. If you do that for me, I will extend this vacation to two weeks," he winked at me.

Now I understood. Cops usually have this thing they do with their kids called 'scared straight' where they take their kids at whatever age and have them view the absolute worst results of things like drugs, domestic abuse, alcoholism, and so on. He wanted me to take Courtney around and show her the world while keeping her safe. I really didn't want to babysit a bratty eighteen year old who was undoubtedly going to be as much fun as bratty teenage girls usually are. But an extra week's vacation after six weeks of shit detail was tough to refuse. "I can do that sir. But not today. I need to go home and sleep," I said.

"Tomorrow will be fine," he said. "And thank you Carlyle."

"You're welcome sir," I said. He dismissed me and I gratefully escaped into the glorious sun.

Spring was coming to New York City. Which naturally meant it was still winter-like at night while the days saw the weather warm and everything that wasn't concrete turned to mud. I usually walk to a train station but I'm too tired after last night, so I hailed a cab to take me home. As a rode home, my mind realized that my extended night shifts suddenly made sense. Grover wanted me to be grateful so I'd babysit his apparently bitchy daughter. And most cops would jump at the chance of a two week vacation! I was going to have to keep that to myself. Others might get jealous.

I got out of the cab, then began walked up all the stairs to my apartment. I'm in such good shape because I almost always walk everywhere I go (excluding times like this when I'm about to drop dead from exhaustion) and I climbed the stairs slowly and made it to my door. As I went for my key, the door opposite opened.

"Hi Ellie!" said my neighbor Danielle Smith, who was usually called Dani.

She was also the last sex I'd managed to have before shit detail began.

Danielle was a college student, rooming with several other college students to save money. Months ago when she'd moved in, I'd had some thought that the pretty little blonde hottie next door was into women. She was from small town America, come to the big city for the first time, studying in college to try and make good and all that. I'd once saved her from freezing when she'd accidentally locked herself out of her own apartment in naught but her underwear and shirt. I'd invited her in so she could stay warm and enjoyed the view of her pert young body. I'd fantasized a bit about it afterwards.

After that, on a rare Saturday off, I'd run into her again and, after noticing the looks she gave me, decided to test the waters. She'd given all the signs of a young girl realizing she was into her own sex. I'd seen it before. So I'd gently coaxed it out of her, never rushing, never pushing, never being overly bold but being confident enough with just the right amount of flirtation and come-hither in my actions and words.

And it had worked.

The memory stirred me a bit, exhausted though I was. This little hottie was a quick learner and our one and only encounter had been a steamy one. I'd told her she could come over any time she wanted. She hadn't hit me up on that, to my disappointment, but I had to remind myself that she was new to all this too. It did take time to get used to. Especially when you're from a rural small town like Danielle is. Plus me getting a month and a half of night shifts had put us on opposite times. When I got home, Danielle was leaving for class. When I left, she was either working or studying. Mind you, if she'd have knocked on my door and asked if I wanted company, I'd have gladly brought her to my bed. But she hadn't.

"Ellie?" she asked me.

I started as I realized I hadn't responded. "Sorry Dani, I am a bit fried. I've finally gotten off the night shift."

"That's good," she said. She was wearing her school clothes. I wanted nothing more than to shove my hand down the front of her jeans but I was too tired to be so demanding. Besides, it might scare her. "So you're going to be home at normal times?" she asked.

That was a promising question. "Yes," I said. "I get a vacation coming up soon."

"You deserve it," she said. Then she glanced at her phone before looking back at me. "Well, I have to go catch my bus to get to class. Talk soon Ellie!" she waved at me before walking off.

"Hopefully more than talk," I said after she was gone. Then I went into my apartment and locked the door behind me. The shitty part about working nights is that I want nothing more than to go to sleep right now but if I do that, my night sleeping schedule won't break. And I need it to break if I'm going to get back to normal. Besides, tomorrow I have to begin babysitting detail for Grover's bratty girl. So I made a strong cup of coffee to wake my ass back up. Then after that I got on my treadmill and ran until I was about to fall over. Then I took a hot shower, made another cup of coffee, then went to my room to get clean clothes. As I opened my dresser, there was the dildo I kept and had last used when I'd hooked up with Danielle.

"Oh fuck," I said as it all came back to me and I instantly was soaked. And not from the shower! I grabbed the toy and jumped on my bed, remembering Danielle with me, hot hot she was, how well she'd eaten my pussy and sucked my boobs, how I'd rocked her world by showing her how women pleasured each other. My nipples were stiff and after rubbing my pussy while sucking on the dildo, I plunged into myself.

I could tell it wasn't going to take long. I was pent up after six weeks of night shifts and being so tired I couldn't even summon the energy to masturbate. I fucked myself good with my toy, moaning Dani's name, squeezing my own big tits with my free hand. I did this until I screamed into my pillow with a much-needed orgasm.

Then, before I could fall asleep and blow my whole plan of getting my sleep schedule back on track, I got up, cleaned my toy, put it away, got dressed, and forced myself to go out to get some pizza at my favorite place. Between the coffee and the orgasm, I was filled with energy and relief, so I kept the sleepy at bay until night time. The only thing that would have kept me up was if Danielle had knocked on my door. But she didn't. So I finally went to sleep and slept like the dead.

The next morning I went to the precinct and went inside. I changed into my uniform and then was summoned to Grover's office.

"She'll be here soon," he said to me. I mentally groaned as I was hoping he had reconsidered the whole plan. But no such luck. "Take no shit from her," he said to me. "She will test you."

"Having a cop for a dad must make her anti-authoritarian," I said.

"Between that and her teenage crap, she is troublesome," said Grover. "So take none of her shit. Especially if she thinks she can since I'm her dad and therefore your boss."

I nodded. I went out to the parking lot and waited by my cruiser today. She wasn't here yet, so I did the usual check of my car to make sure everything was all in top shape. I also turned the dashboard camera on. A heard a door open and close and looked up.

Grover was standing in the door way of the precinct parking lot as a girl walked up to me. This was Courtney Grover. And she looked like absolute trouble. Short black hair, fake tattoos, a denim skirt that was shorter than any father would ever want his daughter to wear. She had a leather jacket of her own, an Alice In Chains T-shirt, high heels, stockings, a purse over her shoulder, black eyeliner. Every inch of her told me she had a bad attitude. Even the way she walked told me she was nothing but attitude. "You're who I'm stuck with?" she asked me as she walked up to me in front of the hood of the cruiser. She'd be hot if it wasn't so obvious she was a righteous bitch.

"Yes," I said. Grover was watching but not reacting.

"So," said Courtney in that bitchy 'I'm-always-right' tone that is so deplorable. "Here's how it's gonna go," she declared. "I'm riding shotgun. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want," she lit a cigarette as she talked and blew the smoke in my face. "And this," she held up her phone. "Will be recording every single thing you do. You fuck with me bitch, and I'll post it and end your fucking career. I'm the boss and you're a cunt that'll do what I say. Clear?" She stepped close and shoved me, with a defiant look on her face.

Never in a million years did I expect the daughter of Grover to act like that, no matter what he said. But now I understood what Grover meant. There was no reaction from him at all. So the ball's in my court? Fine. And for those of you who know me you know I tolerate no one ever calling me a cunt. No matter who they are.

I smiled at her bitchy face, then seized the cigarette holding arm and slammed her down onto the hood of my cruiser, promptly putting it in a hammerlock. She screamed in pain. Still no reaction from Grover. So I spoke to her now.

"Listen here, you fucking little brat," I snarled. "You just walked up to a cop and shoved her. My dash cam caught all of it! That's assaulting a police officer! I can cuff your bitchy whiny ass right now and throw you in lockup! And the fact that daddy over there isn't lifting a finger tells me he'll let you sit there!" Courtney looked at Grover, who didn't react. "Exactly," I snarled again. "Now, here's how it's really going to go. You will not smoke in my car or around me!" I snatched the cigarette and threw it away. "You will not record, photograph, tweet, text, Facebook, Intsagram, Blue Skye, or what fucking ever else there is with this phone while in my cruiser!" I took her phone and pocketed it. "And if you fuck with me again, I WILL throw your ass in lockup! You understand me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said in a panicked voice.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes!"

I let go and let her up. As she glared at me now I glared back. "First rule of being tough honey. Don't talk tough if you cant back it up. Now get in the car and be thankful it's not the backseat!" She sent Grover a glare but got in the car, slamming the door.

"Two weeks!" I said to Grover. "Or it's over today!"

Grover sighed. "I agree. I never thought she'd go like that."

"It's her alpha dominance bullshit. Seen it before from boys and girls. I'll take care of her. Or you'll find her in lockup." He nodded and I got in the car and drove out.

It was another two hours and three traffic tickets I handed out before she spoke to me again. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Apology accepted," I said. "But my promise to lock you up stands."

"I know," said Courtney sulkily.

"Why did you want this?" I asked her as we sat in traffic.

"Because I knew it'd piss my mother off. The only thing she hates more than how I dress is the thought of me being a cop."

"I'd ask why that's so important but I remember being a teenager, when pissing off my parents was something I cared about." I sighed.

"You don't know what I go through," she said.

"Then tell me please. Help me understand."

"What did my dad tell you?"

"Grover only told me that you are being difficult and he doesn't know why."

"He thinks I'm being difficult because I don't want to go to fucking college!" she said irritably. "My mother doesn't want me to be a cop. And I don't want to be one either! No offense."

"None taken. It's not for everyone. Why don't you want to go to college?"

"I hate school I dropped out of the fancy Catholic private school the tried to put me in. The dress codes were awful. I'm not religious whatsoever and I like sex. So naturally that is a problem for them."

"Understandable," I said as we got through the red light. "Let me guess, your dad doesn't like you having sex either?"

"He's a Irish practicing Catholic. What do you think?" she actually laughed and was starting to sound less bitchy. That was nice.

"I can imagine," I said.

"I don't know what I want to do with my life," she said. "I really don't. And they want me to decide now. They don't want me to spend a year or two deciding. Never mind the fact that I just don't know and all I want is time to decide."

"I get it," I said. "I was going to be a soccer player before an ACL injury ended my athletic career. Then I chose being a cop."

"You're way too hot to be a athlete," she said.

I laughed loudly. "Thanks. But the point is, you just don't know and they won't give you time to decide?"

"Yes."

"So your answer is to do everything they don't want, don't like, and defy them? Like smoking?"

She actually looked away. "That's a new thing."

"Listen, do yourself a favor and drop that. It'll be better for your health. Mad at your parents or not, don't pick up a habit that could kill you."

She looked away and rode in silence for a while. I pulled over someone who ran a red light, then assisted someone else who was chasing a purse snatcher. After that, we went and got lunch at a nearby diner.

"You took that purse snatcher down hard," said Courtney.

I was eating a huge double cheeseburger and paused to swallow so I could reply. "Doing my job. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't care much that his face hit the sidewalk when I took him down. Stealing the purse of some eighty year old woman? Fuck that guy."

"Yeah," she said. She watched me eat. She'd declined any offer for food despite me saying I'd pay. "You must have to work out a lot if you eat that stuff," she said now.

"Every day," I said. "I love to eat garbage. So I have to work out a lot or I'll look like garbage. You look like you barely eat."

"I do eat," said Courtney. "I just don't gain weight. I've got one of those metabolisms that makes me look anorexic. Which I'm not."

"Lucky you," I said. "Lots would kill to never gain weight."

"It has it's downsides," she countered. "Like always looking anorexic. Everyone telling you to eat a cheeseburger. Looking rail thin always. Looking like you can be broken if someone breathes on you hard enough. Not having any tits," she grumbled at the last words. She was indeed pretty flat chested. B-cup at the best.

"Big boobs have their downside too," I countered back. "Boob sweat is no joke in the summer." I laughed. She laughed too. I finished my food and we got back in the cruiser.

By the end of the day, she was actually talking to me without any attitude or bitchy-ness. I got back to the precinct at the end of my shift and said goodbye to her. I reported to Grover, and told him to to lose it on her over the shoving me thing, which would destroy every ounce of progress I'd made on this day. Then I went home.

Sadly Danielle wasn't home, which disappointed me a bit. After the fantasy I'd cum to the other day, I'd been hoping she would be home. But no matter. I was happy that Courtney was (so far) coming around. She had the hot mess look that suited her well. Little hottie.........

Wait a minute! Am I thinking of Grover's daughter like that? Drop that line of thought right now Carlyle! Grover will hang your big titted hide from his office door! He's a devout Catholic by the words of his daughter, so that would most certainly not be welcome! I focused more and Dani and eventually drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next day and reported to the precinct once more. This time Courtney greeted me with much less attitude. Which made her more appealing. I hate bitchy girl attitudes, they are so unattractive. Today was much quieter.

The following day, Grover called me into his office and asked me what I had learned. I told him what I believed to be the truth. That she was rebelling against his and his wife's strictness regarding her behavior and the pressure they put on her. She wanted to find out who she was. Not who they wanted her to be. That was why she had seemingly turned her back on the bible, dressed like the angriest emo teen ever, and carried herself with a bitchy attitude that belonged on some MTV reality TV show. I explained (delicately since Grover is still my boss) that his strict Catholic ways and book-no-bullshit cop attitude did not give him the required sensitivity to be understanding regarding a daughter that had just ascended to womanhood legally and was now required to be one without knowing how. To say nothing of the unfair pressures put on young girls in the scrutinized modern world.

Grover seemed to hear me and promised to consider my words. In fact, the next day Courtney told me that they, her parents, had sat her down and explained that they realized they were being too harsh with their expectations and were going to try and let her discover it. All the asked was her to stop smoking.

This continued for two more days. Friday, which was today, was the last day of it. Try as I might, this little hottie had come to me in some fantasies that I'd forced myself not to masturbate to. I was not crossing that line with the boss's daughter. Whether she was borderline wayward or not.

Grover had reported to me that she was acting much better and less like a whiny rebel. He thanked me for helping him and his wife understand what Courtney was feeling. He told me that the things I had told him about the source of her frustration were truly surprising. He genuinely didn't realize he was stressing her by forcing her to try and choose now. Now he was backing off and it was working for all of them.

We were currently riding in my car, just after finishing a chase of someone who had stolen a car. She thought that was thrilling, of course. I had my teeth gritted as I chased a perp with a civilian in my cruiser. I had to let others take the lead. I stopped us at another diner. She had started to eat with me as well, which was nice. She was currently in the bathroom and I looked up when I sensed someone beside me.

It was Danielle. "Hi Ellie! Oops, I mean Officer Carlyle," she said with a smirk,

I hadn't thought about this little hottie in a while. Probably because of Courtney. "Hi Danielle," I said.

She sat down. "Sorry I haven't been back around. School is rough and my job had me pick up more hours."

"No worries," I said.

"How have you been?" asked Danielle.

"Good enough," I replied. "You know how it is with my job. Soon I'll have a vacation though."

"Good. You deserve it!"

"Thanks Dani. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I only had one class today. So I came out here to meet some friends, who are running extremely late. I'm sorry I haven't been, you know, around."

I knew what she meant now. Around to hook up. "Anytime," I said making eyes at her.

She suddenly leaned across the table and kissed me hotly. Before I could stop myself, I was making out with her with passion. But then I heard a voice say "um," and we broke apart. Courtney was back. She looked wide eyed to have found me making out with a girl not much older than she was. Oh fucking hell, this was all I needed!

"Sorry," said Danielle. She seemed to sense what I was thinking and got up. "Talk soon," she said before walking off.

My face must be as red as my hair. It certainly felt it. Courtney sat down. "Who was that?"

I shook my head vigorously. I was not having this discussion right now. She seemed to take the hint and didn't ask again. I paid for our lunches and we got back in my cruiser and went back out. It was almost two hours later before she spoke again. "I'm sorry I, uh, interrupted that."

"It's okay," I said, mentally forcing myself not to turn red again. "I wasn't expecting it either."

"Me to come back? Or her to kiss you?"

"The latter." Courtney fell silent for a bit. Finally I looked over at her. "Ask if you want to. I don't hide things."

"I mean, it's not my place," she said. "I don't have any right to ask you anything about your life."

"All I've done is ask you about yours," I said.

"True. But you were trying to steer me straight for my dad. So it was kind of your job."

"Courtney, you can ask. I know you want to."

"Are you into girls?" she finally asked somewhat nervously.

"Yes. To answer the next question no, your dad does not know. Nor does anyone at my precinct."

"Why not?" she asked.

I sighed. "Because of awkwardness, stereotypes, and general bullshit that I just don't want to put up with. I do still like men for the record. I swing both ways."

"Okay," she said. She didn't look awkward or repulsed, so that was nice. Regardless of her recent rebellious nature, she was a Catholic girl, so one could never tell what the reaction was going to be regarding homosexuality. Some thumped the bible and said it was wrong and evil and all the other ignorant things that highly religious people say about such subjects. Others were more moderate. Sorry if it sounds like I'm knocking religion, I'm not. There's an old saying that no soldier is a non-believer. Same goes for most cops.

"Has it never come up?" she now asked.

"I've never let onto it at work for the same reasons. So no," I said.

"You're like something out of a movie," said Courtney. "Tall, redheaded, athletic, big tittied, a cop, proudly bisexual."

"Don't hold me up as some icon of perfection," I said. "I'm not perfect. I'm me. That's all I want to be."

That quieted her for a little while. So much so that I looked at her while at a red light, and spoke again. "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you there."

"You didn't. Honestly, it's kind of hot," she said with a new and entirely too sexy look.

Oh this could not be happening! Was my boss's daughter developing a crush on me? This was drama I did not need. Grover wanted me to steer her straight. This was most certainly not straight laced.

"Sorry," she said. She must have read my face.

"It's okay," I said. I didn't want to hurt her feelings either. "You're pretty hot too," I added, then wanted to bite my tongue off. Her face lit up a bit and I realized I was failing miserably at gently letting her down. But I couldn't help it. This little hot mess looking hottie was hot to me.

"Thanks," said Courtney. Fortunately I got a call at that moment and had to focus on other things.

The day ended and as I parked the cruiser, I said. "Well Courtney, this is our last day riding together. When we started, you were as bitchy to me as can be and actually had the audacity to shove me. But now, you're doing better."

"You helped a lot," said Courtney. "Helped me understand my dad. Helped my mom and dad understand me. Even helped me begin to understand myself. Thank you for that!" She hugged me. She was thin to feel but still soft and wonderful. No, no, don't think like that! I hugged her back and gently let go. She understood and went inside. I took a deep breath, mentally getting my dammed hormones under control, and went inside too. I changed in the changing room and was about to leave when I was called to Grover's office once more.

He was smiling. Courtney was not here, so that was good. "Carlyle, you did better than I ever dreamed. So thank you!"

"No problem sir. Is my vacation on?"

"Starts tomorrow! Two weeks!"

Oh it was all worth it! Two whole weeks off! I couldn't help but smile widely and bid my boss farewell. I got some rather jealous looks from my colleges. Obviously my vacation had been spread around and they likely had guessed as to why. But I held my head high and dared any of them to complain. They didn't. They all knew Grover tolerated no bitching. You got what you worked hard for.

So I went home gladly. Two whole weeks! I'd have to go visit my parents for a few days or so. They lived upstate. I went out to my favorite pizza place, ordered a whole pizza to enjoy, went home and ate half of it. This is well earned and no, I'm not going to kill myself working out to work this off. I deserve this guilt free pie for managing my boss's daughter for a week.

And mastering the fact that the little hottie made me wet.

I went to bed early and slept late. After getting up, taking a morning shower, and eating cold pizza for breakfast I was about to call my parents when there was a knock at my door. I checked it through the peep hole.

It was Danielle.

I opened the door rather eagerly. "Morning," I said.

"Morning," she replied. "Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean to get you in any trouble with-"

"You didn't," I said cutting her off. "Don't worry."

"Can I ask who she was?"

"My boss's daughter. He wanted me to straighten her attitude out. I succeeded."

"I'm sure you did," said Danielle. She looked relieved. "I was afraid I'd screwed something up for you."

"You didn't. So don't worry."

Danielle smiled. "You home today?"

"My vacation begins today!" I proclaimed.

"How about beginning it with me?" she rather shyly asked.

Oh yes, God yes! "Come here you little sexy thing!" I sexily ordered. She came to me willingly and our lips met, resuming the making out that had been interrupted yesterday. I closed the door with my free hand as our tongues met. My hands were all over her hot little ass. She moaned into my mouth and her hands slipped under my shirt to find my big boobs. Yes!

"Oh Dani," I moaned loudly as her fingers rubbed my erect nipples.

"I've missed you," she whispered.

"I've missed you too!" I said. Then we resumed kissing, even harder now. I spanked her ass a few times as she lifted my shirt and let my big tits out. She broke the kiss to go down and take one nipple into her mouth. I leaned back and let her have it. It felt so good. "Yes Dani, oh they missed you!"

"I missed them!" she said switching to the other nipple. Her hands were now on my ass as she sucked my tits. I moaned loudly, achingly wet and horny for her. All my pent up missing her and attraction to Courtney had been building up this week. I was just about to pull her from them and start taking her clothes off when there was a knock at my door. I ignored it but it kept coming. "Really?" asked Danielle rather irritably.

"I'd better get it. In case it's the building manager or something actually important," I said. Dani stepped back from me. I pulled my shirt back down and grabbed my nearby jacket to hide my erect nipples, then checked who it was through the peep hole.

It was Courtney.

What the hell? How did she get may address? I did not tell her where I lived in our week together. I motioned for Danielle to be quiet and opened the door. "Courtney?" I asked somewhat incredulously.

She noted my tone and looked worried. "I'm sorry to just show up."

I forced down my irritation at having my planned sex with Dani interrupted and smiled. "It's okay. You just surprised me is all. I don't think I ever mentioned where I lived. In fact, I know I didn't. I purposefully don't mention that to people unless I trust them. How did you find me? My address is not on whatever social media I have."

"My dad's home office," Courtney rather guiltily admitted. "He has a note pad in his desk that contains the where and how to reach each officer under his command, in case of emergency."

That did sound like Grover. I forced myself not to sigh in irritation. "That's technically theft of personal information, you know." I said in a warning tone.

"I'm sorry," she said again. "But I wanted to talk to you and I didn't know your number."

Oh dear lord, she really was crushing on me! "What about did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" she asked in return.

That was not a good idea. I really didn't want to deal with hurt feelings. From either of them. "Now's not the best time, Courtney. Can we meet for lunch another day or something? Give me your number and I'll let you know."

Courtney did look disappointed but she gave me her number. "Sorry to barge in."

"It's okay. Just next time ask."

"I couldn't ask my dad. He'd want to know why."

"Why's that a problem?" I asked her. I knew the answer but I had to be gentle. Like Dani months ago, girls who were coming to grips on being attracted to their own gender needed to be gently handled so as not to injure or scare them. And that was even more true with girls from religious upbringings like Courtney.

"Well it's-"

"Are you coming back?" Danielle asked me in a irritated tone.

I mentally cursed. Courtney froze and comprehension dawned on her face as she realized why I was putting off talking with her. Her face became stony. "I'm sorry," she said again. "I seem to be interrupting something."

"It's not a big deal," I said loudly to both of them.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," said Courtney.

"Finally!" said Danielle's voice as Courtney was leaving.

Courtney's bitchy attitude rocketed back to the surface at once and she called loudly. "Fuck you!"

"Fuck you!" said Danielle coming to my side.

"Hey!" I said in my officer's voice. They both stopped. "Drop that bitchy girl crap right now! Courtney, I promise I will talk to you tomorrow. At Sal's Diner. Okay?"

She nodded, not looking less pissed but not arguing. "Sorry for interrupting," she said again stiffly. She left.

I closed the door and rounded on Danielle. "What the hell was that?"

"I'm sorry," said Danielle holding up her hands. "I was getting mad that she wouldn't go away. I'm all worked up."

"Me too," I said. "Trust me on that. But getting bitchy was not the answer."

"What is with her?" she asked me.

I sighed. "I'm pretty sure she developed a crush on me in the week I was setting her straight. So I was trying to be gentle. It's her first girl crush."

Danielle looked worried suddenly. "Oh man. I feel like a bitch now."

"You kind of were. I understand why. For the future, if I decide to deal with someone, let ME deal with it, okay? I had almost gotten her to go and then we could have gotten back to it and she never would have known. Now she's mad and my mood is dead."

Danielle looked upset at that. "I'm sorry. I'll go. Please tell her I want to apologize to her!" I nodded at her words. She made for my door. I let her go. Once I was alone I groaned loudly.

God damn it!

I hate drama!

I suppose this is what I get for being into younger girls. Danielle may be twenty-one but she is still a young girl with a young girl's jealousies and touchiness. Courtney is eighteen and dealing with lots of stresses and new feelings, so it was even worse with her.

I had never intended to be attracted to Courtney. But damn it, I was. So I had to deal with this. I spent the rest of my day out of my apartment, walking, thinking, working out even though I hadn't planned on it. Working out cleared my mind. I did not hear from Danielle for the rest of the day, which was probably for the best. Before bed, I texted Courtney to ask her if she still wanted to meet at Sal's. She texted back yes. So I went to bed, mentally telling myself I would set all of this straight.

I arrived at Sal's the next day. She was already there. I went right to her and sat down. "Hey Courtney."

"I'm sorry about yesterday," she said to me.

I waved her apology away. "It's not your fault. Just bad timing."

"Given her reactions and tone, I clearly interrupted something intimate," said Courtney rather timidly.

"Yes you did," I bluntly admitted. "Which was why she was pissy and I was flustered. We were both just getting into it."

"And I did the whatever the female equivalent of cock blocking," she laughed. "What would that be?"

"I don't know if it has a term that's acceptable to say in public," I said. I was glad she was laughing. So she was at ease and not acting like a wounded kid. Then I got serious. "Courtney, why did you come to my place?"

She took a while to answer. I waited patiently. Again, with the new ones you have to be gentle when they are coming to grips with their feelings. It's important for them to say the words out loud. Finally she started speaking. "Look," she began. "I'd been fighting with my dad, my mom, my teachers, half of my friends, seemingly fighting everyone in my life. Then I get wind up with you, which I only did to piss my mom off. You didn't treat me like I was six and being a misbehaving child. I think I needed that. And the more we talked......... the more......... the more I started......... to.......... think that maybe, you know, maybe I was, I mean, damn it, I like you!" she finally said. Her pale face was now red from embarrassment.

I adopted a kind smile. "I understand. Let me guess; You're struggling with liking me because I'm a woman?"

"A little," she said.

"Because of your religious upbringing?"

"I told you I'm not religious anymore. I got sick of it. It wasn't feeling it. Telling my parents such righteously pissed both of them off, which did not help anything for me. Also because I like sex and I don't care to be told it's wrong to have unless you're married! I haven't been to church in months."

"But you're remembering what you were taught in Sunday school and the Catholic private school you dropped out of," I reasoned. "And it's making you feel bad, even if you no longer believe like you used to."

Courtney nodded without speaking. I reached out with my hand. She extended hers and I took it and stroked it. She seemed to immediately relax. "Look girl, as far as your religion goes, that's up to you and God. I don't think feeling how you feel is any kind of wrongness or crime. But I'm not Catholic. I'm not really anything to be honest. Have you ever thought that way about girls before?"

"No," said Courtney. "This is new. I've been with guys. Three to be exact."

"Young little ho!" I joked. She laughed again. Good, she was at ease. Keeping her at ease despite the heaviness of these topics always helped.

"I'm not that bad!" she mock-protested.

"I know. Look Courtney, I'm deeply flattered you crush on me." Courtney blushed again as I said the words aloud. "I really am!" I went on. "But not only are you very young, you are my boss's daughter. There's a whole level of difficulty there that just wouldn't be good for me. Or you."

"That other girl didn't look much older than me," she said.

I couldn't refute that. "Danielle isn't much older than you. But, to be completely honest, me and her is sex. Nothing deeper. Not that I don't like her, mind you. I do. But while they say 'age ain't nothing but a number' there's another saying that I was taught. 'Love knows no age. But maturity is a different matter'."

"You think I'm immature?" she asked looking hurt.

I stroked her hand. "A lot of your attitude, while justified in certain places, can be viewed as immature. So sadly, yes. You've come a long way in just a week of riding with me. And that's good!"

"I get it," she said. "But, you say it's just sex with her. Is that all it would be with me if that happened?"

I had to tread carefully here. "Leaving aside all the 'you are my boss's daughter' stuff I mentioned, if that were to happen, yes I think it would be mostly sex. Not that I wouldn't care about you as a person Courtney. I would. I do! But if we're talking real relationships, I think we're too different for anything deeper. Danielle and I are sort of in a unspoken agreement about that too."

"Well that doesn't sound so bad," she said looking happier.

"Don't forget-"

"I know, I'm your boss's daughter. But if he never found out?"

I sighed. "Such things rarely stay secret."

"My parents didn't know shit about what I was doing until I flaunted it in their faces to piss them off. Right now they are encouraging me to take my time and figure myself out. I guess they heard me finally," she paused to take a breath. They heard ME, I thought to myself. I'm the one who told Grover to back off a bit. But I didn't tell her that. I didn't want to destroy what was being rebuilt with her parents. "I'd be able to keep it to myself." Courtney finished. She looked animated now.

I couldn't deny how appealing that was. This little thin hottie wanted me. And I could not pretend how she was into me was not appealing. "Courtney," I began.

Now she took my hand in both of her hands. "Please? Give it a chance! I won't let Grover find out. I won't be bitchy to what's-her-name. I'll be discreet and I won't mess with your life. Please?"

I took a breath. Her pleading was earnest rather than pathetic, which was nice. Whiny girls don't appeal to me. And try as I might, I couldn't help but look her up and down as I imagined having her to myself as well. She noted that and smiled. "I think you want to," she said.

"Never said I didn't," I replied. I caved. I couldn't help it. "Okay Courtney. I'll try. But the second it becomes any kind of problem for my life, it's over."

"It won't! I swear!"

I nodded. "I'll hold you to that." I stood up. She did too. "Outside," I said. She followed me outside beside the diner. Then I pulled her thin body to me and kissed her hotly. She kissed me back with a moan and pressed her body to mine. I'd wanted to take her since the day I'd slammed her onto my cruiser's hood. I admitted that to myself now as our tongues danced. When she went to feel me up, I gently broke the kiss. "Easy now girl, we are in public."

"Can we go to your place?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes." I said. I couldn't deny how much I wanted her. She looked about to burst so I took her arm and walked with her back to my place. She felt my ass as we climbed the stairs. "Naughty girl," I softly said with a purr. We got to my door, then I stopped. "Will you apologize to Danielle? She wants to apologize to you."

"Okay," she said.

I knocked on Dani's door. She opened it and saw me, then her. "Is everything okay?" she asked in a worried voice.

"It is. Danielle, this is Courtney."

Danielle looked at her. "Hi. Hey listen, I'm really sorry about yesterday."

Courtney nodded. "I understand. I'd be pissed at being interrupted too. I'm sorry I vag-blocked you both."

We all laughed. "Dani," I said. "Courtney is going to be in a similar situation with me that you are. I'm telling you up front so there's no jealousy or drama. I do not do drama. I like you both and you are both welcome. So long as it's all good. If that's not acceptable either of you, feel free to say so and we'll end it."

"It won't bother me," vowed Danielle.

"Nor me," said Courtney with equal passion.

"Good," I said.

"I assume you're taking her to your place?" said Danielle.

"Yes," Courtney said before I could respond.

"Enjoy," said Dani.

"Dani," I said before she could close her door. A sudden idea had struck me, something that was completely beyond anything I had anticipated. But it was also something that could be possible. "Do you want to come?"

"With both of you?" she asked looking surprised.

"Yes."

"Um," she looked awkward. Courtney also looked awkward.

I reminded myself they were both so young and new to this. "Danielle, you are owed a hot time from yesterday," I said. "And Courtney needs to be taught the experience," I nodded to Courtney. "Why don't we break the ice and all go?"

"Have a threesome?" asked Courtney.

"Yes," I said. They both looked at each other, then at me. I was being completely serious. This would be an easy way to break the ice for both of them.

And fulfill a fantasy of mine. I'd never had two girls at once. My one and only threesome in college had been a boyfriend and a friend of mine who was desperate for dick. "If you two don't feel up to it," I said when they hesitated. "I understand."

"No! I'm in!" said Courtney.

"Me too!" Danielle quickly declared, not wanting to be the wet blanket.

I smiled. I took Courtney's hand, then Danielle's. "Then come with me girls!" They followed me without complaint into my apartment, then my bedroom. "Now Dani," I said. "Courtney is new to liking girls. So part of this is going to be teaching her how women pleasure women."

"Okay," said Danielle. "I got this lesson months ago," she said to Courtney. "So you're going to enjoy it."

"I bet," said Courtney. Neither of them looked worried anymore. They were looking eager and horny. Which was good because man, I was both.

"Come here Courtney. Dani, you get behind her and feel her up." Courtney came to me and I began kissing her hotly once more while Danielle got behind her and ran her hands all over Courtney's slim body. Courtney moaned into the kiss as Danielle ran her hands over Courtney's tiny tits, which I could see nipples of perked right through her Goo Goo Dolls T-shirt. I ran my hands over Courtney's sides while Dani felt up her front from behind. Courtney was shivering with pleasure already. Good!

I broke the kiss. "Switch. Come here Dani!" she eagerly got in to make out with me. Courtney ran her hands all over Danielle this time, looking happy. Danielle kissed me just as eagerly as Courtney did. But then Courtney came over and started groping me from behind, specifically my big tits. Danielle was feeling up my ass. My moans into Dani's mouth were almost indecently loud.

Courtney moaned herself as she felt my big tits. Danielle seemed to be trying to suck my tongue out of my mouth. Finally I broke the kiss. "Courtney, come back to the middle." She did as told. I nodded to Dani and she and I slowly undressed her. She seemed a little timid but did not tell either of us to stop. Her body was a thin as she looked clothed. But I leaned down and licked the perky nipples of her flat chest lovingly while I saw Danielle's hand slip down between Courtney's legs while kissing her neck. Courtney moaned loudly, her legs parting as Dani rubbed her pussy. I sucked each nipple hotly as we introduced Courtney to this new world of pleasure.

After a time I pulled back and took Dani's hand to lick her fingers. Mmmmm, good. Then I made them switch and Courtney and I undressed Danielle and gave her same treatment. Danielle arched her back right away, begging to have her titties played with. I let Courtney suck Danielle's tits while I rubbed Dani's pussy. Courtney did well if Dani's moans were any indication. Of course my fingers were well versed and that helped.

Then it was my turn. I got in the middle. Courtney begged to suck my big tits, which I allowed. I was nude between them in moments as they all but ripped my clothes off with their youthful eagerness. Courtney's tongue was all over my big boobs quickly while Danielle's hand went to my soaked and nearly dripping pussy. I can't remember if I've ever been this hot before. "Oh yes my girls, yes!" I moaned loudly. I let them worship my body. Courtney pulled at my nipples with her mouth while Danielle pushed fingers into me with abundant eagerness. I was nearly ready to cum but I mastered myself and stopped them. "Okay," I said breathlessly. "Time to go to bed. Dani, you bend over doggy. Courtney, you lean back and let her eat your pussy." I grabbed my toy as the girls got into position.

I shoved my toy into Danielle's soaked slit and fucked her like I remembered she loved. She moaned as buried her face in Courtney's pussy. Courtney, being eaten out by a woman for the first time, was already moaning like she was on the threshold of cumming. I spanked Dani's ass and dildo'd her hard, which in turn made her lick Courtney even more hotly.

Courtney's body shook and she came all over Dani's tongue. As that happened, Dani came too, screaming into Courtney's pussy. I smiled widely as both of their worlds were rocked. I pulled the dildo out and sucked it a bit. Then I spoke to Courtney. "Courtney, what's your favorite position? If you have one."

"Spoon fucking," she panted at me. "Always my favorite when I watch porn."

"Then turn onto your side. Dani, yet in front and lick her clit with I slam her," I said. Courtney rolled onto her side and Dani did as I told. I got behind Courtney and held one of her legs open, pushing the soaked toy into her. Dani came down and began furiously licking her clit as I dildo'd Courtney now. I was basically eye level with Danielle as we did this and I spoke dirty nothings to her as we rocked Courtney's world even more. Courtney had grabbed my pillow and was moaning loudly into it. Even with her voiced muffled, she was quite loud. This only spurred me on and I drove the toy into Courtney. Danielle seemed to try and lick as fast as I fucked, and the combination was more than Courtney, new to all this, could stand and she orgasm'd again with almost more force.

"She's a loud one," said Danielle.

"I love it," I said.

"I love both of you!" moaned Courtney.

"Ellie, it's your turn," said Danielle.

"Yes it is!" said Courtney.

I smiled widely. I wasn't going to refuse them. I needed it badly now. I laid down on my back and spread my legs wide. The two girls kissed hotly, then both came down to my pussy. Danielle showed Courtney how to lick my clit and Courtney learned well. Courtney was soon rolling my clit around while Dani was below her face, shoving her tongue into my pussy hole.

"Oh my fucking God!" I moaned as they double ate me out. I hadn't expected this. I'd never expected these two nubile young hotties to want me. But they both did and were now both down on me. My body shook and my chest heaved as I moaned and writhed. Each of them slid a hand up to cup one of my big tits, squeezing and pinching effortlessly. I felt myself getting to the edge and I moaned loudly to Danielle. "Stuff me!"

She obliged and shoved the toy into the hole she had been tongue fucking. She drilled me with the toy. Courtney only licked more hotly in return. Danielle's hand on my tit slid away and I saw it sliding between Courtney's legs while they licked and fucked me. Courtney's moans were loud as well. I could take no more, I'd wanted these two too badly for too long and finally, with a loud yell, I orgasm'd harder than I think I ever had before.

They both stopped as I writhed and I saw them playfully making out while I recovered. "Get up here," I said. They came up and we entangled ourselves in a mass of naked arms and legs. As my breathing returned I saw that Dani's eyes were dropping as exhaustion set in. She closed her eyes a few moments later. I looked at Courtney. Her eyes were open. "Welcome to our world," I said to her.

"Thank you!" she whispered with actual tears in her eyes. "Thank you!"

I smiled and we stroked each other and gently stroked the sleeping Danielle. Eventually Courtney drifted off as well and I was in between two sleeping little hotties, all of us having just fucked the life out of each other.

I never in a million years thought this would be possible. Having Grover's daughter in my bed and Danielle being okay with it. Courtney being happy with all of us.

And I now have two whole weeks to enjoy them both!

What a reward for me!

These two girls were something special. And I was going to enjoy them both.

The end