It was Police Commissioner's Frank Reagan's birthday - not that that meant crime in New York City would take a day off. Frank's birthday was always a little bittersweet for him. His birthday made him think about his life, his accomplishments and his mistakes, his work for the NYPD and how much he missed his late wife Mary.
As he walked towards his office door, he was a little surprised to see his aide/detective Abigail Baker not at her desk. When she wasn't in his office for their morning meetings with Sid and Garrett (his two other most-trusted advisors), she could almost always be found there at her desk, practically handcuffed to the phone.
"Hmm...maybe she's just running late," Frank thought as he walked into his spacious office at 1PP.
Upon entering, though, he was surprised to see that Abi was already inside, sitting in her usual seat across from his desk.
"Good morning, Baker," Frank said, slightly confused. It was not like her to be waiting inside his office. The office of the PC was a sacred space in the world of the NYPD. Frank sat down.
"Good morning, Commissioner," Abi responded. Frank detected a little bit of shaking in her voice. She was nervous. Frank opted to not say anything, figuring that the silence would work just fine at getting Abi to explain herself.
"Happy Birthday," Abi continued. Frank was growing impatient and let out an audible harumph.
"Thank you. But enough of the formalites, Baker. Spit it out, you're nervous about something," Frank said.
She took a breath before responding, "I know that you didn't want us to make a big deal out of your birthday. It's just...it is kind of a big deal. I mean...I was just thinking..."
"You were just thinking what exactly?" Frank asked, a tinge of anger in his voice.
"I was just thinking...and, just so you know, Brian is completely okay with it," she said before taking another pause to gather her courage.
"Brian? Abi, what does your husband have to do with my birthday?" Frank asked, puzzled.
"For your birthday, I'd like to give you...a blowjob," Abi blurted.
Frank's furry eyebrows lifted well above his round glasses. He sat back in his seat and raised his hands to twiddle his thumbs, a move Abi had seen many, many times. It meant he was thinking.
Now it was Frank's turn to stammer.
"Well...uh...Abi, that's a very....kind gesture, but...I'm your boss," Frank said. Even as he spoke the words he knew he should speak, he couldn't help but feel the undeniable internal conflict of turning down a blowjob from his beautiful blonde subordinate.
"Hear me out, Frank. I know it's...been awhile. I mean, you rarely go out on dates. It's been a long time since you've had a girlfriend. You spend all your time here at 1PP. Unless you and Garrett are secretly lovers, let's be honest, you're not...y'know...getting any," Abi said.
"Baker, it would be completely inappropriate," he resisted.
"Like I said, I asked Brian last night and he said it would be an honor to have me...provide a service for the city. If you don't deserve a blowjob for all you do for the people of New York, I don't know who does," she insisted.
Frank sat back in his seat. It was hard to argue that he didn't work hard. And that he hadn't had any real sexual release in a long time. And Baker was hard-headed. That's why he trusted her so much. She had clearly given it a lot of thought.
Baker noticed that Frank was no longer arguing with her and had eased his shoulders. He was still in thought, but he was no longer fighting her. She had clearly won their verbal sparring. She stood up from her seat and walked behind her desk. Instinctively, Frank swiveled his chair towards her.
Abi dropped to her knees. She had put her hair up in anticipation, but was otherwise dressed in her usual formal clothes: a dark blue suit jacket, a starched white shirt, long dark blue slacks. She figured after this was done, she'd go right back to her usual duties. Frank would appreciate that integrity just as much as the blowjob probably.
She undid Frank's belt and then unzipped his pants. Frank was silent the whole time until she raised her hand to reach in his boxer shorts.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Detective Baker?" he asked.
"It will be an honor," she said, looking him dead in the eyes as she pulled out his hardening dick.
It wasn't the most impressive thing she'd ever seen. Her husband's was bigger in every way. But she wasn't really doing this for her own pleasure. She looked at his ballsack, wrinkled and hairy, kinda like his face, she thought.
She kissed along the sides of his dick for a while, letting it get harder in her hand as she stroked it up and down slowly.
"You've got a nice cock," she told him.
