Cops and Pushers Ch. 02

The back door to 'Alligators' opened and Donna Shaw walked in.

"Hi Donna," Rebecca called out from behind the bar, "ready for a busy one?"

Friday nights were always busy once the students were back and autumn term had started.

"Have you seen Terry?" Donna asked, "it's not like him not to text me when he is not about".

"Neil wants to see him too," Rebecca replied.

"Hello Donna," said Neil as he walked in, "any word from Terry?"

"She was just asking if I had seen him", Rebecca put in.

"When he texts, tell him I want him to get in touch. Bex, I need to go over last months figures with you".

"Let me finish setting up for tonight and I will see you in my office, okay?"

"I'll be waiting".

With that, Neil walked towards the stairs.

* * * *

Dougal Muir was tidying his desk ready to go home for the night when he heard a knock on his door.

"Enter!" He called.

The door opened and Stella walked in. She was wearing a black knee-length pencil skirt and a white cotton blouse, the top two buttons undone, showing the edges of the cups of her lacy red bra.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Muir?" She said as she slipped into the room and softly closed the door behind her.

"Yes Stella," Dougal replied, "there is something I need you to do".

"Oh, what?"

"Suck my cock", he said as he unzipped his fly and pulled his meat out.

"Mr. Muir!" Stella exclaimed in mock horror, "whatever makes you think I would do such a thing!?"

"Because you are a filthy slut who can't get enough. From the time you wake up until the time you sleep, all you think about is cock, my cock."

Stella smiled a wide smile as she walked towards him.

"On your knees, you dirty whore," he told her in a stern voice.

She knelt in front of him and opened her mouth. She took hold of his now stiff penis and peeled back his foreskin.

"Oh yes," he murmured as she licked around his glans.

She closed her lips around him and began to suck gently. He put his hands on her head and urged her to take more of him in.

"You dirty fucking bitch," he said softly as he began to thrust very slowly, causing her to gag and a stream of saliva to run from her mouth.

Stella pulled back and coughed.

"Was I too much for you?" He asked, "too big?"

"You mustn't choke me, Mr. Muir," she told him as she wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft and began to wank him.

"Oh God, that feels nice," he told her as she moved her hand rapidly back and forth, squeezing him tightly.

A few moments later he gave a yelp and several streamers of hot white semen erupted from his penis, landing on Stella's cleavage and running down between her ample breasts

"Oh Mr. Muir!" she exclaimed in mock horror, "what a mess you have made!"

"No more than you deserve, you filthy whore," he replied, "I suppose I had better take you home to get you cleaned up".

* * * *

"Last month's figures were pretty good, considering it was the holidays," Rebecca told Neil as she walked into her office, closing the door behind her.

"I'm sure they were," he replied, "but it's your figure that really interests me."

She smiled at him as he walked over to her, put his hands on the sides of her head and drew her towards him for a kiss.

She was twenty-eight and he was forty-five, but she didn't care, he was her target and if it meant fucking him to gain his confidence, then she was okay with that.

"Furry pie?" He asked with a smile.

"Let me wash first."

"Let me eat you as you are, all warm and smelly."

"No, I have been lugging crates around down in the bar, I'm all sweaty".

"Go on then, but be quick",

Rebecca left the office and went into the ladies along the passage.

"That was close," she said to herself as she took off her shoes and trousers and pulled down her panties, which were soaked in Frank's spunk and her juice.

She dropped her panties in the litter bin, then she used some wetted hand towels to get her vagina cleaned up.

"Here goes," she said to herself as she walked out of the toilet, hoping that the fragrant hand-wash she had used on her sex would mask the smell of Frank's cum on her.

She pulled her top up over her head and dropped it in the passage, walking back into her office in just her white bra and pale green ankle socks.

"come here gorgeous," said Neil as he gazed at the beautiful young woman in front of him.

She closed the door and stepped towards him. He pulled her to him, putting his arms around her and unclipping her bra. She stood still, letting him pull the shoulder straps down and the bra away from her small pert breasts.

"Mmm, nice," she said softly as he began to suckle her left nipple.

As he sucked, his left hand slid down her body until it reached her slit. He rubbed her labia with his middle finger, teasing them apart, allowing it to enter her.

"Oh," she murmured as she became aroused.

He moved his attention to her right nipple and put his right arm around her, holding her still as she began to squirm.

"Eat me now," she told him.

He moved away, allowing her to go to her office chair, where she sat, legs splayed, her wetness on full display.

Neil got on all fours and crawled to her, burying his face in her sopping wet cunt, poking his tongue into her and then licking upwards, searching for her clitoris.

"That's it," she told him, "just there, yes there, oh yes, yes".

He stimulated her with his tongue, rubbing her clit with it, making her juices flow even more than they had when he had fingered her.

"I'm coming, oh yes, I'm coming, oh my God!"

Her legs shook, her body shook, her head rolled from side to side and she moaned very loudly as she climaxed, squirting her juice in his face.

"You now," she said as she slid off her chair and turned her back to him, kneeling in front of him.

Neil unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, which was poker-hard. He peeled back his foreskin, put the tip of his cock to her slit, rubbed it up and down a few times to lubricate it with her juice and then pushed it inside her all the way.

"Mmm, nice," they said in unison.

He pulled out nearly all the way and then pushed in hard, keeping her steady by holding tightly onto her hips.

"Oh baby," he said as he pulled out and pushed in. Increasing the speed of his thrusts as his seed began to rise.

"Do me hard," she said by way of reply, "come deep in me".

"Ooooh, Yessss!" He cried as he pumped her full of his spunk, his cock throbbing inside her, sending jets of hot cum as far as there was to go.

He pulled out, stood up and put his penis away. She stood up, reached over to a box of tissues which was on her desk, pulled several out and stuffed them between her legs.

"I'll get my clothes," she told him, "and then I'm off home for a couple of hours kip before I start my shift. Donna and Tracy can do early doors."

"Okay honey," Neil replied, "see you later".

He gave her a peck on the cheek and walked out. Rebecca watched him leave her office, a stony look on her face.

* * * *

Hal stopped the car outside the gates of a large detached house in the Westfield area of Barstow.

"Not bad," Sharon said as she looked at the neat front lawn, paved driveway occupied by his and hers Mercedes and impressive double oak front doors.

They got out of the car and approached the gates, which were open.

"Now watch what I do, you might learn something today Phipps," Hal said as they walked up the drive.

"Yes boss," she replied.

Hal lifted the large black iron knocker and let it fall back, it gave a loud knock.

"Do you think they are in, boss?" Sharon asked.

Hal pointed to the open gates.

"Clue".

"That's why you're the inspector".

One of the heavy oak doors opened. Hal and Sharon were presented with the sight of a tall, well built man in a black suit. He had a very pale face, black lips and a head of short silver hair.

"Mr. Muir?" Hal asked.

"Yes", came the reply.

"Inspector Taylor, Barstow CID".

Hal showed his warrant card.

"Sergeant Phipps," said Sharon, showing hers.

"Is it about last night?" Dougal asked.

"Yes".

"Please, come in. We haven't much time, my wife and I have to attend a function this evening".

"We won't keep you long", Hal replied.

Dougal led them through a large, well decorated hallway and into a large, well decorated lounge. Standing in front of the impressive stone fireplace was a woman.

"Wow!" Sharon exclaimed involuntarily.

The woman was dressed in a long figure-hugging velvet dress, her ample bust accentuated by the tightness of the garment. Her straight long black hair had a contrasting white streak on one side, her face was pale but her lips scarlet red. Black contact lenses completed the look, pure Morticia Adams.

"You like?" The woman said to Sharon, a lascivious smile appearing on her face.

"Er, yes," Sharon replied, embarrassed the she had said the thought out loud, "that is a lovely dress".

Hal tutted quietly and shook his head.

"So," said Dougal, "how can we help?"

"We were hoping you could tell us about the young man you brought to the infirmary," replied Hal.

"Nothing to tell really," answered Dougal, "We were driving through Elm woods and saw him laying at the side of the road. We stopped, put him in the back of the van and took him straight to A and E".

"Did you see any other cars?"

"No".

"Can you show us exactly where you found him? Would you be available tomorrow if I sent a car for you?"

"No need. I can tell you exactly where we found him. At the far end of the lay-by on the left, just before the blind-beggar lane turning".

"Know it well, do you? Been there before?"

"Once or twice," Stella said, looking at Sharon and winking.

Sharon started to blush.

"Very well," said Hal, "we will take a look tomorrow. We shan't keep you any longer".

"Glad to be of assistance," said Dougal as he motioned Hal to the door.

"Excuse me officer," Stella said quietly to Sharon as she was about to follow the men out, "do you have one of those cards that detectives carry with their number on? You know, in case a witness needs to get in touch".

"Er, yes", Sharon replied as she fished one out of her jacket pocket.

Stella held out a beautifully manicured hand and Sharon placed it carefully on her palm. Stella looked at it.

"Thank you sergeant Phipps," she purred as she closed her fingers around the card.

* * * *

Tracy Riley walked into 'Alligators' through the back door as usual. Donna was standing behind the bar looking at her i-pad.

"Hi Donns," Tracy said cheerfully.

"He's upstairs in Bex's office," the older woman replied, pointing upwards without looking up.

A smile appeared on Tracy's face and she crossed the dance floor, heading for the stairs.

Tracy climbed the stairs and walked along the passage, unbuttoning her black cotton shirt as she went. By the time she opened the door and walked in, it was hanging loosely about her young slender body.

Her boyfriend, Billy Swan, was standing, leaning against the office desk, legs crossed at the ankles. He was stark naked and gently rubbing his penis, which was sticking proudly out from his body.

Tracy's smile got even wider as she took in the sight. He was tall and muscular, his handsome face smooth and unblemished. At twenty-eight, he was nine years her senior, but that didn't matter, she was tired of teenage boys and he was a man, her man.

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She slipped off her trainers and walked over to him. They kissed.

"Hello," he said to her in a soft voice, staring into her eyes and smiling.

"Hello," she replied, looking up into his.

She turned her back to him and he slipped her shirt off of her. Then he unclipped her bra. He slipped the straps from her shoulders and it fell forward onto the floor. He gently pushed her panties down over her bum and down her legs. She turned back to face him, put her fingers around his cock shaft and carried on where he had left off.

He leaned down and began to suck on her right teat, she let out a mew of pleasure at the feeling.

He reached down and rubbed her slot, giving a little chuckle as he felt how wet she was.

"Are you ready for me?" He asked.

"Yes".

He moved aside and bent her over the desk. She put her hands flat on the top to steady herself as he stood behind her.

"Oh!" She cried as she felt his length fill her.

"Oh babe," he said softly as he felt her tight wet cunt envelope him.

He began to thrust, gently at first, but faster and harder as his passion rose. Soon the desk was being shuffled across the office as Billy used Tracy as a battering ram.

"Ooooh!" She cried as she climaxed, her vagina pulsing.

"Babe!" He shouted as he sent a full load into her.

They stood still for a while, each revelling in the feeling of each other, then Billy slid out of her, a dribble of semen following his now flaccid cock.

Tracy reached across the desk to the box of tissues sitting there. She pulled a couple out and wiped herself.

"I had better wash," she told Billy.

"Okay babe," he replied.

She pulled her panties all the way down and off, then she picked up her shirt, skirt, trainers and bra.

"See you downstairs," Billy said as he too picked up his discarded clothing.

She blew him a kiss as she left the room.

* * * *

The prestigious Goram hotel sat aloft the Froom gorge. A favourite haunt of Crispin Coombs, Dougal's partner in their law firm. He had hired the smaller of the function rooms at the Goram for the Coombs and Muir partners and colleagues halloween party.

The twenty staff and their plus ones were dressed in a variety of spooky costumes, all enjoying their fizzy wine and canapes.

"I must say, Stella," Crispin said when he saw her, "your costume really suits you".

"Thank you Crispin," she replied, "I shall take that as a compliment".

She knew that he was referring to her office nick-name of 'femme fatale'.

Crispin was dressed as Dracula, which was apt as he had a passing resemblance to the late Christopher Lee.

"And who do we have here?" Stella asked as she looked at the young woman standing next to him.

"Let me introduce Alexis," he replied, "she is my 'bride' for the evening.

The girl opened her mouth wide, revealing a set of small white fangs. She gave a snarl and stared out of jet black eyes.

"Well, have fun," said Stella, "I had better mingle."

She turned and walked away.

"Who was she?" The young bride of Dracula asked.

"A colleague," Crispin replied.

* * * *

Sharon let herself into her house. She closed the door behind her and slipped off her shoes. She walked along the narrow passage to the back of the house where Kevin, her husband, was busy in the kitchen.

"That smells nice," she said as she took in the aroma of a bolognese bubbling on the hob and garlic bread baking in the oven.

"Hello Shaz," Kevin replied, "how was your day?"

"Could have been worse," she replied, the image of Stella Muir coming into mind.

"How was yours?"

"Same old, same old".

"Have I got time for a shower?"

"Be quick, it's nearly ready".

Sharon gave Kevin a peck on the cheek and left the kitchen.

* * * *

Hal Taylor let himself into his flat. He took off his shoes and walked through to his kitchen.

"Pie and mash again, I suppose," he said to himself as he opened the fridge and took out a pie in a box.

* * * *

Sharon walked downstairs wearing a sweatshirt, jogging bottoms and a pair of fluffy slippers.

"In here," Kevin called from their front room.

She walked in to see her husband sitting on their sofa, his plate on his lap and hers on the coffee table in front of him. Two large glasses of red wine were also on the table.

"Thanks Kev," she said, smiling at him, "that looks really nice".

"Come and eat before it gets cold," he replied smiling back.

* * * *

Having eaten his less than ambitious meal, Hal decided to visit the hospital again.

* * * *

Kevin cleared the plates away and Sharon turned the TV on.

"Love island, again?" Said Kevin as he walked back in.

"It's fun," replied Sharon, "it's slop, but it's fun."

"Would you like to be there, with all those hunky men?"

"Would you watch if I was? Do you think I would look good in a skimpy bikini?"

"You look good in anything," Kevin said as he sat beside her.

Sharon watched as a young woman with long black hair flirted with a young man with a shaved head. The image of the older beautiful woman she had met earlier came into her head. She felt a strange sensation in her tummy.

"Does he turn you on?" Kevin asked, pointing to another of the 'islanders'.

"Not really," she replied, still thinking about Stella Muir.

Kevin skid his hand up under her loose top and started to massage her right breast.

"Maybe you can look at him while I do this to you," said Kevin.

"Maybe I can," she replied.

Kevin leaned over and kissed her behind her ear. She leaned her head to one side to allow him better access.

"You like?"

She immediately remembered Stella saying those words to her.

"What's down here?" Kevin asked as he slid his hand down over her tummy to the waist band of her joggers.

Sharon parted her legs slightly as he slid his hand down a little further and rubbed her furry mound.

"I wonder if she wants him to do this?" Kevin asked as they watched a young man with too many tattoos kissing a young woman in a one-piece bathing suit.

"Probably," Sharon said softly as she felt Kevin's fingers rub up and down her labia.

She turned her head towards him and he started to snog her whilst rubbing her vagina. The TV show was forgotten as his fingers found her clitoris and he began to rub it vigorously.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

Her put her right hand on the bulge that had appeared in his trousers and gave it a little squeeze.

"I want you so fucking bad," he told her as he broke away from the kiss.

"I want you too," she replied.

He pushed the coffee table away and knelt in front of her. She shuffled forward so her bum was on the edge of the sofa. He undid his belt and his trousers, pushing them down. His erection sprang out as he pushed his boxers down.

"You most certainly do," she said when she saw it.

She lifted her bum and pushed her joggers down and off along with her slippers.

"Do me," she told him.

Kevin shuffled forward on his knees and pushed his cock inside her. They both let out moans of pleasure as they coupled. Kevin started to thrust, hard and deep and fast.

"Oh God, Shaz," he said as he fucked her, "you are so bloody sexy".

"Less chat more fucking," she replied as she felt his meat ramming in and out of her.

Kevin didn't last long, after only a short time he gave a cry.

"I'm coming, oh fuck, I'm coming, oh fuuuuck!"

He stopped moving.

"Oh," said Sharon as she felt his throbbing cock deliver a huge load of cum into her hot wet cunt.

She was nowhere near her climax and he had done. She was a little disappointed, but did not say so.

Kevin pulled out and a gush of sticky white spunk followed, dribbling out of her and onto the front of the sofa cushion.

"Oh Kev," she said in an annoyed voice, "look at that mess."

"It's okay Shaz," he replied, "I was going to launder the cushion covers tomorrow anyway."

"No work tomorrow?"

"On a late, so I can do stuff in the morning."

"Go and get some tissues, will you?" She asked, "I do not want to drip on the carpet when I get up."

Kevin pulled his boxers and trousers back up, then he stood up and went to get her the tissues.

* * * *