The phone rang.
Lance Meadows stared at it for a moment, then leaped across the desk, startling his partner, Derek Anthony. “Dream Police, Sphincter Division.”
“Oh, thank God you’re there!” The woman’s voice was shaky, filled with unshed tears. “I’ve been having the worst dreams lately and I need your help!”
“We’re on our way!” Lance slammed the receiver back onto its cradle. “Come on, Derek! It’s an emergency!”
Sirens blazing, Meadows and Anthony sped over to the cozy house tucked on a side street in the more expensive part of town. The woman who answered the door looked as if she’d been crying and hid her face behind a long fall of black hair.
“Thank you for coming. Please come in.”
The two officers stepped into the home, taking a summary look around before turning their attention back on the woman. Lance noticed that she was pretty, with cornflower blue eyes and a mouth shaped like a bow. She was of Asian descent and was built on the small side, her chin just reaching Derek’s chest and he was the shorter of the two officers at 5’11”.
“So, what can we help you with, ma’am?”
“It’s my ass.”
Lance and Derek exchanged glances. “Your ass, ma’am?”
“Yes.” She began to cry again. “It’s … it’s too small!”
Derek took her arm and led her to the sofa, patiently waiting for her tears to dry while Lance looked at photos perched on the mantel. In most of the pictures, she was sharing an embrace with a large black man. “Why don’t you start at the beginning?”
She took a breath and pushed the hair back from her face. “My name is Akiko and that’s my husband, Gerald. At least for now … “ A new round of tears started.
“What do you mean?”
“He told me that he wants a divorce because he can’t get his huge cock into my tight asshole!”
Again, the officers looked at each other, enduring yet another bout of tears. This was going to take a long time. “So the problem is that you have a small asshole?”
“Yes.”
“Have you tried getting a toy or anything like that?”
“I’ve tried but it’s just really hard!”
“Hold on a moment.” Derek motioned Lance over to the mantel, casting an eye back on the distraught woman. “Lance, we’ll have to help her with this.”
“Are you sure? We could call for backup.”
“No, we won’t need backup and besides, the captain would be upset if we wasted man hours for a problem like this.”
Lance turned away, his face turning red. “I-I don’t know, Derek. Last time … “
“Last time, you were sick with a cold. Anyone knows that influenza can directly affect the cock’s ability to stay hard.” Derek patted Lance’s shoulder. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know.” Lance released a hard breath. “But I was just so embarrassed. And then when you had to blow me … “
“Hey, what are friends for?” Derek gave his partner a playful punch. “Now come on. Don’t think about it. Remember out motto? ‘Serve Them Erect.’ This woman needs our help and it’s our job to help her! Now, can you do it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can. And Derek?” Lance stopped Derek as he turned back to the teary woman. “Thanks.”
“No problem, man. Now let’s handle this call.” Derek led the way back to Akiko. “All right, Akiko. We can help you.”
“Oh, thank you!” She launched herself into his arms and both officers giggled. “Let’s go upstairs and see if we can’t solve your problem.”
Akiko immediately undressed when they reached the bedroom and sat on the bed, watching as both officers undressed, Lance reaching for his utility belt. He extracted a tube of something and set it on the nightstand, his other hand stroking his cock into hardness. Derek sensed his partner’s anxiety and took the lead, bringing his eight-inch cock to bear in front of her.
“We have to start with a witness statement.”
Akiko nodded knowingly and curled her small hand around Derek’s thick, veiny rod, her rosebud mouth opening and sliding over the head. Derek balled his hands into fists and gritted his teeth to withstand her soft lips. He nearly shouted when she lazily dragged her teeth across his super-sensitive crown.
“Okay. That’s good. Now my partner.”
