Cop Boss

Being a software engineer was a pretty interesting job. It was good money and in the peak in 2007 it was fantastic. I had moved out of my house and worked at a nice office in the North West while living in a nice house in the country.

And then the recession hit the tech sector first. It was not long before I was made redundant. What happened after that was a series of choices which shaped my future life. I took a job locally at a collage teaching computer science for a few years before making the transition to joining the police. I could never have pictured such a change but now I was working in a rural police force on the beat. It was worlds apart from the life I had been leading all those years ago. In my spare time I used to write code for simple mobile phone games. It was a nice way to make a little extra cash and it kept my mind active. Over the years I had seen many things in the police, both in and out of the station.

One day I came in and was asked to report to the Inspector's office by the sergeant. I had no idea what it was about and took myself there straight away. She invited me to sit down which I did. She told me I wasn't in trouble which is the first thing anyone wants to know in the police. She said she had received an email from the MET police inviting me for a secondment to develop some riot training software. They had apparently come across some of the games I had developed and could see it's application in the training department.

I didn't know what to say about all of this. This was just a small hobby game which I had made and tweaked over a long time during my days off. Never did I envision any company or police force wanting to use this for training exercises.

"Ma'am, I had no idea that anyone would be interested in this. What do you think they would want it for? How do you think they will use it? What do you think I should do?" I asked.

The Inspector laughed and told me to pack a bag and find out. There were instructions in the letter which she handed to me of where to meet the Assistant Commander for an operational debrief. I was allowed the rest of my shift to go and prepare and to make sure I put out small force on the map.

I went home and started to wash and iron all my white shirts. I made sure to get my shoes polished, trousers cleaned and number 1's out of the wardrobe. Everything was packed and ready by the end of the day. I then spent the weekend brushing up on my actual game and the code behind the game; I tried to get an idea of what it would look like as a training simulation. It was basically a riot game where by the player moves around the city trying to protect themselves and the city against waves and waves of endless protesters. When they level up they get new skills like tactics and formations, tear gas, dogs and all sorts. I wouldn't say it was super realistic but it was a great hobby project which I eventually listed as a free game on the App Store where it had a decent cult following.

Sunday came and I took the train down to London, it was a few hours and it gave me time to really research what I was trying to achieve and what I wanted to say. I booked into my hotel and tried to settle down. I was so excited to get started. I had no idea what to expect. My colleagues who had been to the MET police area before said it was like another world. They had the type of money that out force would never see in 20 years. They had budgets for projects which would see our full front line staff equipped with everything we could ever want for the next 5 years.

My meeting was in the Assistant Commander's office at 9 am. I woke up and got myself ready. I didn't know what to wear or what to bring. I put on my number 1s, which was the traditional white shirt, black trousers and black formal jacket with a police hat. The headquarters was only a short walk from the hotel. I decided I didn't need anything else with me.

I walked there and introduced myself to the reception officer, who told me to take a seat. I was starting to get nervous. Moments after making a phone call, she ushered me to follow her and said she would take me to the assistant's office.

I was invited in and I was caught off guard. The assistant commander was a woman. I expected a male and I realised that was such a sexist view to have and I shouldn't have assumed.

"Assistant Commander of the Metropolitan Police Service Jones, Pleased to meet you, David," she said while offering me her hand to shake.

"Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you and thank you for having me," I replied.

"You didn't walk from the hotel to here in uniform, did you?" she asked me.

"I did, yes. Is that not okay?" I enquired.

She laughed and said the MET is not like where you are from. The wrong person sees you like that and decides they want a piece of you, they will take it. No radio, no kit and looking like you are not from the area is a dangerous combination around here.

I felt like I had already made a horrible impression. AC Jones told me that she would send a car for me every morning and have one drop me at the end of each day and that I could wear my normal uniform so that I was more relaxed for the following days.

AC Jones was a woman in her 50s, I would say. I don't think she looked young for her age; I would say she looked her age in the face. She had blonde hair, which was tied back in a tight bun. She was wearing what all officers wore, which was a white shirt, cravat and black skirt. I did take notice of her body; she was fairly slim, I thought and it looked like she had C or D cup breasts. I shouldn't have been looking at her like that, especially considering her rank and the fact I had a girlfriend back home.

I was taken in mostly by how grand the police buildings were in this force. Nothing like back home. I could tell AC Jones thought I was a village boy with how I was acting. I was doing my best to remind her and this new time I was leading that it was my idea which they liked and they were bringing in my expert opinion.

I had spent a week on this project and it had been great. I was refining my game and my tactics with real-life tactics and getting input from real like, operational riot commanders. AC Jones, I saw mostly about three times a day. It was the end-of-day debrief, which I liked. We would go into her office and just chat about how it was going and what her vision for this project was. She would always take off her cravat and loosen her shirt a little. I did always notice that her shirt was a little tight around her breasts. I could see she was married by the ring on her finger. By Thursday, she had started to loosen up to me a little more. She offered me a drink which she pulled out from her bottom drawer. It was a bottle of whisky with two glasses. We had a few drinks together in her office where we sat on the sofa in the corner of the room. We talked about the state of the UK and how nothing was really going to get much better as time went on and that the glory days of policing were behind us. She told me some great war stories, which were fun to say the least. She told me that she wasn't going to be here tomorrow but that she wanted to know how long I would be open to coming back to work on the project. I told her I would have to ask my partner, as working in London five days a week was a lot to ask. I was very open to doing so because I was really enjoying the project. She told me that she would catch up with me before my train left on Friday to get my thoughts on how long I would be willing to return for.

I was a little tipsy after a few strong whiskies, but I managed to get myself to the car in a straight line for the officer to take me back to the hotel.

The next day I made sure I was all pack in the morning. I had my bags ready so that when I was done that evening I could get the earlier train home instead of waiting until Saturday morning. I planned on having the conversation with Janet my partner, when I got back that weekend about if I should just hand over the code to the MET project or keep traveling and doing maybe three days a week there so that I could have a life back home.

The Friday work went really well. I really understood what they wanted from the project and I expected with the resources of the MET police, this project could be done in about three weeks or so even with me doing a few days a week.

I had compiled a report for AC Jones about how long I expected the project to take and what additional resources I would need to test the project and how I would run the live simulations. I proposed 2 further weeks and that I would come back Monday to Wednesday and be available via email should I be required. I typed this all up in an email and sent it over at about 4 pm before heading back to my hotel room.

When I got to my room I put my tie in my bag and kicked off my shoes. I then heard a knock at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone and assumed it was the hotel staff. I opened the door to AC Jones.

"Ma'am, I wasn't expecting to see you today: I said, shocked.

She let herself into my room and I stepped back and to the side. She was in her uniform, cravat off and a black coat over her to hide the fact she was an officer.

"You only want to do three days a week? And you think you will be done in two weeks?" she asked. "That won't do. I'm sorry," she said, very matter-of-fact.

I didn't know how to respond to that at all. I didn't know if she was angry at me. I let the room door close and walked towards AC Jones.

"Thinking of leaving tonight? I really think you should stay a little longer," she said softly. She came closer to me as she took off her coat and tossed it on the chair behind her. She tugged a little at my belt and pulled my pants a little forward as she pressed her body closer to mine. With her free hand she worked my belt loose and slipped the top button of my trousers off and worked the zip down. Her hand now slipped down my boxers and cupped my soft cock and balls. Her hands were a little cold. She pressed her chest against me and with her now free hand took my wrist and lifted my hand up to her breast. I didn't hesitate and started to grope at her like a horny teenager.

She started to stick her tongue into my mouth and we started to make out. She was rubbing me to hardness and when I started to get harder she let get and started to undress me.

I was named in front of her with my dick at full attention. I stepped towards her and started to take off her skirt. I let it fall to the floor as I then started to undo her shirt. I got halfway before she started to kiss me again and tug at my cock. I had got as far as exposing her cleavage and bra before she spun me round and had me on my back on the bed.

"Ma'am," I said in a sort of asking and begging manner.

"Call me Julie; you are literally about to cum in me. You can drop the formality," she laughed.

Before I could respond, she was already mounting me. Her knickers were off and her wet lips were pressed against my stomach. She used her knees to get herself higher and before I knew it, her wet lips were over mine. She lowered her hips over my face and my tongue was out ready to taste her. She hardly let me have air to breathe. She was pushing her hips into my face and I licked and sucked her to her first orgasm of the night.

She hopped off my face and gave me a moment to catch my breath. My cock was still at full attention.

"I want you standing up, mister, at the end of the bed," she said to me. I wasted no time at all. The taste of her was intoxicating. I stood at the end of the bed ready for her to lay down and getting totally rattled.

She walked up behind me and pressed herself against me. She reached around and started stroking my cock. I was practically begging her to let me fuck her as I moaned. And then she did what I had never experienced. Her hand started to touch my bum cheeks. Then a finger slipped up and inside me. With one hand she gripped my cock and with the other she used to penetrate me. Her body pressed on my back and pushed me towards the bed. She felt so deep inside me and she twitched her finger to let me know who the boss.

"Four days a week and we'll debrief in your hotel room each night, Tuesday to Friday. You are mine and then you have the weekend to go back home. How does that sound?" She asked.

"Yes, yes okay, I'll do that," I said as quickly as I could. I had never had a finger in my arse hole and I did not want to find out what would happen if I said no.

She slipped it out and spun me around. She lowered herself to her knees. She reached out, her fingers brushing against my thigh. Her lips part slightly, and she leans in, her breath warm against my skin.

She looks up at me, a wicked smile playing on her lips, and then she leans in, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip. I can feel the wet heat of her mouth, and it's almost too much. She takes me deeper, her lips wrapping around me, and I can feel the suction as she starts to bob her head.

The sensation is incredible. Her tongue swirls around me, teasing and tasting, and I can feel myself getting closer. She moans around me, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine, and I know I'm not going to last much longer.

She pulls back, her hand still stroking, and she looks up at me with those intense blue eyes. "You taste so good," she whispers, and then she takes me back into her mouth, her head bobbing faster now, her hand working in tandem.

I can feel the pressure building, and I know I'm about to lose control. She moans again, the sound muffled by my cock, and I can feel her throat relax as she takes me deeper. She swallows, and the sensation is too much. I cum, hard, and I can feel her throat working as she swallows everything I give her.

She pulls back, licking her lips, and she looks up at me with a satisfied smile. "That was delicious," she says, and I can't help but grin back at her, still catching my breath.

We caught our breath on the bed with her in my arms. After about 20 minutes we started making out. I started getting hard again and before long my cock was between her legs. I pushed myself inside her and started to fuck her hard. I wasn't married to this woman and I was not going to be giving her marital sex. I was going to fuck her hard. Julie was moaning like a whore. Like someone who had not been getting it like this in years. She took every inch of me and let me fill the inside of her with my cum.

"You had better get dressed, mister, before you miss your train home and I better get home to my husband before he wonders where I have gone," She said.

As she went to leave, she turned to me and said "I'll see you Tuesday, and make sure you don't waste all your energy this weekend on that girlfriend of yours," and with a wink, she left the room. She also left me to go home and think about her for the next three days.