Cops and Pushers

"Here will do," said Dougal as he pulled the van into the lay-by, "No one drives through here at this time of night."

"Been here before, have we love?" asked Stella as she peered out into the trees illuminated by the van's headlights.

"Once or twice," he replied as he unclipped his seat belt and opened his door. "Now get out and get in the back."

Stella climbed out of the van and moved to the side door, Dougal came around and slid it open. She looked in, the interior was dimly lit by the feeble interior light in the roof, but she could see that there was a mattress on the floor of the van.

"That Clean?"

"Brand new actually."

"Better take my shoes off then."

She slipped her high-heels off and climbed in on her knees, her short skirt riding up revealing slim thighs. Her compact ass wiggled slightly as she shuffled across, allowing Dougal to climb in behind her.

"What now?" She asked.

"You can suck my dick to start," he replied as he unzipped his fly and pulled out his semi-hard penis.

He lay on his back and Stella leaned over him. She opened her mouth as she lowered it, taking him in and sucking gently.

"Good girl," he said softly as he felt her start to move up and down, her teeth gently grating his shaft.

After a minute she sat back. "Do you want to stick it in me now?"

"Yes, get on your knees."

Stella shifted onto her knees, arching her back slightly, offering her rear. Dougal pushed her skirt up, revealing a pair of red lacy panties which caused him to emit a low groan of pleasure. Stella gave her ass a little wiggle when she heard him.

"Oh, you dirty bitch," he said as he pulled them down, exposing her slot, "you know how to get a man going."

"Get going then," she replied.

Dougal shuffled up close behind her, cock in hand. He held it at her cunt, rubbing his glans up and down her puffy lips.

"You are fucking wet," he said as he felt her juice on him.

"Shut up and fuck me," she told him.

He pushed, sliding inside her effortlessly, the pair of them letting out moans of pleasure as he began to move back and forth.

"Faster," she told him, "give me a good fucking you old git."

"Old git, am I? Well, you're a dirty little whore."

He fucked her hard and fast, holding her by her hips as he rammed himself in and out of her.

"Oh yes!" she cried, "that's how I like it!"

He didn't last long, with a grunt he shot off inside her, pumping his spunk deep into her, emptying his sixty-year-old balls into her forty-year-old cunt.

"You gonna take me back to my corner?" She asked as he pulled her panties back up, his cum soaking into them as it leaked from her.

"Actually," he replied, "I thought I might take you home with me as you have been such a good girl."

They smiled at each other as he slid open the van door and climbed out.

"Thank you," she said as he helped her out and handed her the red shoes she had removed previously.

Dougal started the van and turned on the lights, Stella let out a cry and pointed in front of the van.

"Christ almighty! There's someone lying at the side of the road!"

* * * *

The A and E department of Barstow royal infirmary was heaving as usual, an array of different injuries and illnesses requiring the attention of the overworked staff.

"Another four hours of this and I am for my bed," Lorna Jones said as she bandaged the arm of a drunk who had fallen awkwardly.

"Can I join you, doctor?" Asked Millie Best, smiling as she packed the patient's belongings into a plastic bag.

"We shall see, nurse Best," Lorna replied, "we shall see."

The two women smiled at each other and Lorna stroked Millie's arm as she walked out of the cubicle.

"Help! Here!" Came a cry as the doors to the department were thrown open.

Lorna walked briskly towards the doors where a large man and a woman dressed as a slut were standing, looking very stressed.

"There's a boy in my van," the man said, "He is in a bad way."

He pointed to a white van parked in front of the building, the back doors opened fully.

"Get a trolley!" Lorna shouted to a nurse who had come to see what was happening.

* * * *

Hal Taylor strode into the incident room and looked around, the place was deserted apart from one young woman seated in front of a computer screen.

"Morning Phipps," he said to her, "where are all the others?"

"Not in yet boss," she replied, "you said they could have a lie-in after last night's do."

"Well, they had best be in soon, there's a job on. Pick up your coat, we're going to hospital."

"Right boss," said the young detective sergeant as she got up from her desk.

* * * *

"Your turn," said Lorna as she walked into her bedroom, rubbing her long brown hair in a soft cotton towel.

"Mmm, what?" asked Millie as she came awake.

"Shower, now nurse!" Lorna said in an authoritative tone.

Millie sat up and swung her legs out of bed. She scratched at her short blonde messed-up hair and yawned.

"Do you want coffee first?" Lorna asked.

"No, I'll get clean for you first," came the reply.

Lorna felt the butterflies begin to flit around in her tummy at the prospect of what was going to happen.

Lorna had taken Millie back to her house and both women had gone straight up to bed and slept. Now rested and clean, Lorna was ready for sex.

Lorna was waiting on the bed when Millie walked back into the room, towelling her hair just as Lorna had done.

"Eat me," Lorna commanded as she opened her legs and raised her knees.

Millie climbed onto the foot of the bed and crawled forward, lowering herself as her head came level with Lorna's bush.

"Oh Mills," moaned Lorna as she felt Millie's tongue probe her, pushing her labia apart, seeking her love bud.

The young blonde nurse knew exactly what the older woman wanted and she gave it to her, bringing her to an intense orgasm.

"Oh God yes! Oh my God! Oh Millicent!" Shouted Lorna as her body writhed and bucked, her juice spitting out of her.

Millie emerged from between Lorna's quivering legs, a wide grin on her lips, which were dripping with ejaculate.

"Nice?"

"As always."

"I want Mr. Big," Millie said as she slid up the bed and nestled next to Lorna.

Lorna leaned over, reached for her bedside cabinet, opened the drawer and took out a tube of lubricant. She handed it to Millie, turned back and pulled out a nine inch plastic phallus with a large bulbous head and veiny shaft.

"Hello," purred Millie when she saw it.

She popped the lid off the lube and squeezed some onto the dildo. Lorna smoothed the liquid over it's head and down it's shaft.

Millie dropped the tube onto the floor and settled back on the bed, drawing her legs up and apart.

"Oooh," she moaned as she felt Lorna put the tip of the fake cock to the entrance to her sex.

Lorna leaned over her and started to snog her forcefully, at the same time working the plastic beast inside her lover's sopping wet cunt.

"Mmmmm!" Came the muffled moan from Millie as she felt herself being invaded.

Lorna pushed her tongue into Millie's mouth at the same time as she pushed Mr. Big into Millie's body. She began to move it in and out of Millie as a man would move if he was fucking her, slowly at first but becoming more rapid as desire over came control.

"Mm, Mm, Mm, Mm, MMMMM!!!" Was the sound that emanated from Millie as she came, her legs quivering, her hips writhing.

Lorna let go of the dildo and took her mouth away from Millie's. She rested her head on her elbow and looked down at the satiated young nurse.

"Shall I take him out now?" She asked with a smile.

"Yes," came the reply, "I have had my fun with him."

Lorna gently slipped the sex toy out and put it on the bed, it glistened with the mixture of lube and Millie cum that coated it.

"Cuddles?" Asked Millie.

"Cuddles," replied Lorna as she settled down, wrapping her arms around her.

* * * *

"Inspector Taylor, Barstow CID," Hal said to the receptionist at the infirmary, showing her his warrant card, "you had a young man brought in late last night, I would like to see him."

"You will have to be a bit more specific," came the reply, "last night was very busy, several young men were brought in."

"This one was found lying in the road, apparently quite badly battered."

"There is one in ICU, no name as yet, perhaps he is the one you seek."

"Perhaps he is. Please may I go and see him?"

"Do you know the way?"

"More or less, I have been there before."

"Doctor!" The receptionist called to a man standing nearby, this is Inspector Taylor. He wishes to visit the young man in ICU who was admitted late last night."

"Hello," said the doctor to Hal whilst looking at his sergeant, "I am doctor Chapman, but you can call me Simon."

"Who can?" Asked Hal, "me or her?"

Simon Chapman wrenched his eyes away from Sharon Phipps to look at the large angry looking detective.

"Both," he replied, trying to smooth things out.

"Right then," said Hal, "lead us to him."

A small shiver of excitement ran through Sharon as she reflected on the fact that the handsome doctor had looked at her in a way that said he was interested.

* * * *

"Where the fuck is Terry?" Neil Atkins asked the small group sat around the table in 'Alligators', his dance club.

"Not seen him since we sent him up north," replied Billy Swan, one of them.

"He should be back by now. If he has nicked my gear I will fucking kill him," said Neil.

"He is not that stupid," Billy came back, "and he is loyal, why else would I have suggested you send him?"

"And don't forget Donna," came a female voice from behind Neil, "there is no way he would run off and leave her."

The female voice belonged to Rebecca Lowe, the woman who managed the bar at the club. She was also the confidante of Neil Atkins.

"If he doesn't show up soon," said Owen Banks, Neil's business partner, "there is going to be a bit of a shortage out there. And that means trouble for us."

There was a loud ring from somewhere upstairs.

"What the fuck!?" Exclaimed Owen, "who wants in this early?"

"Environmental health," replied Rebecca, "got to make sure our hygiene is up to scratch."

"It's a fucking dance club," said Owen, "not the fucking Ritz."

"If you serve food, you gotta be clean," chuckled Billy.

"Right," said Neil, "we'll fuck off out the back way. Bex, you sort out the council wanker."

"Will do," Rebecca replied as she walked towards the stairs leading to the entrance to the club.

* * * *

"He is in no fit state to be interviewed," the nurse in charge of ICU told Hal, "he has not regained consciousness."

"Waste of time coming here then," grumbled Hal.

"Not a complete waste," Sharon said under her breath, a small smile on her lips.

"What are his injuries?" Hal asked.

"Quite a long list," the nurse replied, "if you catch them, I reckon you could do them for attempted murder."

"Let's hope he wakes up and tells us who did it then," said Hal as he stalked out of the intensive care unit.

* * * *

Rebecca opened the front door of the club. Standing outside was an unremarkable man in an unremarkable coat with a briefcase.

"I am from the council," he said, "and am here to inspect your kitchen."

"It's alright, Frank," Rebecca responded, "they have all left, just us here now."

"Triffic," Frank said enthusiastically. "I was really hoping for that."

Rebecca grabbed his left lapel and pulled him into the entrance, closing the door behind him. She pushed him against the wall and put her lips to his. He put his arms around her and squeezed her tightly, loving the feeling of having her close to him.

"Come on," she told him as she broke away from his embrace, "my office, now."

They walked along the passage that led to the back of the building, past the kitchen that he was supposedly to inspect and into a clean, if a little cluttered, office with a desk, chair and sofa.

"How long have we got?" Frank asked as he began to strip off his clothes.

"They probably won't be back before we open, and the staff aren't due in for an hour," Rebecca replied as she too stripped off.

Frank was already stiff when Rebecca wrapped her long slender fingers around his cockshaft and she was already wet when he rubbed two fingers up and down her slit as they stood snogging in her office.

"I have missed you," he told her as he took his mouth from hers.

"And I miss you too," she replied.

She stepped over to the sofa and sat, her bum on the edge, her legs spread wide. Frank knelt in front of her and leaned down, inhaling deeply through his nose, taking in her musk. Then he buried his face in her bush and began to lap at her labia as a dog laps at a water bowl.

"Good boy. Yes, there's a good boy," she told him as he found her clit and began to flick it with the tip of his tongue.

Rebecca lay back on the sofa and let Frank do his duty, bringing her off just as she had taught him to.

"Oh yes!" She cried, "Good boy! Lovely boy!"

When Rebecca came, she came hard and this time was no exception, she rolled her head from side to side and moaned loudly as she squirted over Frank's chin.

Frank knelt back and smiled at her, she smiled back.

"Come on then," she said as if talking to a dog, "do Bex, get inside her."

Frank grabbed her and span her round so she was kneeling in front of him, her body resting on the cushion of the sofa her sex presented to him.

"Hoo-woo-woo!" He howled as he stuffed his engorged penis all the way inside her, filling her hot wet cunt.

"Fuck me, Franky boy," she told him, "fuck me hard."

He started thrusting rapidly, leaning over her, squashing her against the cushion.

"Mmmm, good boy," she said encouragingly.

He started panting, saliva began to dribble from his mouth as he approached his climax, she felt it on her shoulder and she smiled a satisfied smile.

"Is Franky about to finish?" She asked as his panting became more insistent and the trickle of saliva became a stream.

"AHOOOO!" He cried out.

Frank stopped thrusting and Rebecca felt his cock throb, pumping a huge load into her while her vagina went into spasm, trying to lock him in.

They stayed still for several moments, each revelling in their coupling before Frank went soft and slipped out of her.

"It's been too long," he told her as they started to get dressed, "when will you come back!"

"I don't know," she replied, "I am getting in with Atkins and he is starting to trust me."

"So we carry on like this then?" Frank asked.

"For now, yes."

"Okay Sergeant," Frank said in a disappointed voice.

* * * *

"I got this for you boss," Sharon said to Hal as she handed him a small evidence bag with a piece of tissue in it.

"What is it?"

"I wiped our victim's mouth with it while you were chatting to the nurse, if he's on the database we should be able to find out who he is."

"Taking a sample without permission, eh?"

"I won't tell if you don't."