Part 21
"Son of a BITCH!" I groaned. I briefly considered ignoring the doorbell, at least until I could shoot my load. I envisioned my hot spunk jetting onto Jennifer's rosebud lips, her eyes wide in amazement as the thick spurts continued, perhaps opening her mouth to taste my love-offering...but the doorbell continued to chime. Something had to be seriously wrong.
She whimpered as I lifted her limp body off my chest and scrambled out of bed. I wriggled into my shorts, my cock most uncooperative in this endeavor, and I stumbled down the stairs. I went to the front door and peeked out the window. All I could see was the security guard's broad back pressed against the door. I heard the muffled sound of raised voices, the security guard stating loudly that he had already notified Attorney Vholes and that he would not move from the door until ordered to do so by his employer. Uh oh. This did NOT look good.
I froze for a moment, trying to think. Apparently Vholes had already been called, but someone was demanding immediate entrance, undoubtedly the police. We needed to get ready for company, in case Vholes failed to get here in time. I dashed up the stairs two at a time. "Jennifer," I said. She was still sprawled on the bed where I left her, gloriously naked in the dim light, a beatific smile on her flushed face. "Honey, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid we're about to have company. Looks like the cops are out there, and the guard is trying to keep them out, but I don't know how long that will last. Vholes is on his way, but if he doesn't get here real soon...
Jennifer lifted her head, panic in her light blue eyes. "I think you should lock yourself in the bathroom and get dressed, but stay in there. If they get this far, tell them you're in the shower, and you'll be out in a minute. Anything to delay them until Vholes gets here. I'll be downstairs, where I was sleeping –" Jennifer nodded, "and they're not going to get past me without a ruckus, so you'll have some warning." I turned to go back downstairs. "And remember that I love you!"
"I love you, Jack. And please be careful. Don't do anything dumb – "
I ran back downstairs, snagged a pair of jeans and a shirt and dressed as I stumbled to the back door. The guard was standing up, his fists clenched, at the ready. I opened the door and said softly, "Hey, man. I think we're about to have some trouble. Maybe you ought to come inside, because I think the cops are about to bust in." He nodded and followed me into the house and out to the living room where he went to the front door and looked out through the window. "Shit, they just cuffed my partner," he whispered. "They're gonna come in, but they're gonna have to go through me to do it. Hope your attorney gets here quick, because this is going to get real nasty." I tried to look over his shoulder but could not see anything.
A flurry of thunderous knocks and kicks hit the front door. "Police! Open up!" I thought I recognized Doolan's gravelly voice and backed off a step.
"Get back, kid," the guard said. "I'll try to slow them down a little. Maybe you ought to make sure your little girlfriend is at least dressed." I didn't move. "Go on, kid. They'd like an excuse to beat the crap out of you, unless I miss my guess."
"They're going to get hurt if they try it," I said, trying to sound fierce. "I've had all of their crap I can take already."
"Don't –" the guard began, and at moment the door shuddered, the frame splintered, and the heavy front door banged open, striking the guard in the head. He stumbled backward into my arms, his knees folding.
Doolan appeared in the doorway, grinning around his damp cigar-butt. Officer Tinkler stood next to him, looking sheepish. "I have a warrant to search this joint," Doolan barked. "You two assholes get down on your knees and put your hands on your head, NOW!"
The security guard regained his balance, but he was still wobbly. Blood was streaming from a cut on his forehead, and I still supported him with a hand on his beefy arm. "Show me the warrant," he groaned.
"Obstruction of justice," Doolan announced triumphantly. "Subdue this asshole, Tinkler, and cuff him. He's under arrest."
Tinkler shuffled forward and slammed his baton into the guard's midriff. He fell to his knees.
"Back off, Tonto, or you're next!" Doolan screamed. He reached for me and I stepped back. He came after me and tripped over the gagging security guard. I may have accidentally kicked him in the face as he fell, although I'm hazy on that point. He pulled a gun out of a shoulder holster and pointed it at me. "Better start your death song, Chief," he snarled. "You just pissed me off, and that can be fatal."
I backed up further and held my hands up, although my first impulse was to kick the gun out of his hand.
Cameras flashed in the background, and I saw a crowd of reporters standing on the front porch, edging closer with microphones outstretched.
"Get your thumb out of your ass and shut the door, Tinkler," Doolan said, "and get some back-up over here. We got ourselves a situation. I'll take care of the kid."
I backed up slowly, considering making a run for the back door, but Doolan had regained his feet and was still pointing his gun at me. Tinkler kicked the door shut and leaned his back against it, fumbling at his radio with shaking hands.
"I'm going to give you one last chance, Buck. Lucky for you I'm in a good mood. Get down on your knees and keep your hands on your head. NOW! Or I swear to Christ I'll blow your brains out right here."
I took another step backward and dropped to my knees, lacing my fingers together on top of my head.
"Aw shit," Doolan drawled, menace in his red eyes. "You just failed to make my day, douchebag. Now get down on your face. You're under arrest for possession of alcohol by a minor, supplying alcohol to a minor, resisting arrest, and some other shit I haven't thought up yet. DO IT!"
I clumsily fell forward into a prone position, taking the impact on a shoulder and keeping my hands laced firmly atop my head. "Cuff this cocksucker, Tinkler!" Doolan screamed. "God damn you are about as useless as tits on a boar hog!"
Tinkler stumbled toward me, the door creaking open behind him. "I still ain't called for back-up, Loo," he whined. "Fuckin' radio won't work. I think the battery's dead."
"You dumb shit. Just cuff him, and then use the telephone. You think you can handle that?"
Tinkler knelt beside me, wrenched my hands off the top of my head, and tied them behind me with a plastic zip-tie. Cameras began flashing again through the open doorway. Screaming sirens became audible in the distance and rapidly came closer. "Dammit, Tinkler, why is the fucking door open again?"
Tinkler rocked back on his heels. "Watchoo want me to do first, Loo?" he said recalcitrantly. "Want me to hold the door closed, find the phone, or clear the rest of the house? Like we shoulda did already. Like we woulda did if we'd brought another couple guys like I said."
