As Ellen and I were climbing back into our respective vehicles, a thought crossed my brain. I hopped down off the running board and turned to Ellen. "What do you want me to do if I get out there first? I'm sure your neighbors won't appreciate me hanging out in the halls."
"I know it's clichΓ©, but I have a spare key. Its under the doormat." Ellen informed me
"Really? Are you serious?" I was astonished that someone still did that
"Hey, you can go sleep alone in your apartment, smartass, if you don't like my arrangements."
"Just kidding, just kidding." I wasn't passing up or screwing this up, over a key.
I blew Ellen a kiss and we each went back to our respective stations.
As I pulled up to the garage, I noticed one of the off-service ambulances with the lights on, in the patient compartment. I knew that all the vehicles were secure, when I had left, earlier. I backed in to the garage and turned off my truck. From where I was parked, I could see movement in the rear of the ambulance. I was thinking that someone had broken into one of the trucks and was looking for drugs. I was about to get on my radio and call for police, when they door opened and two figures emerged from the, now dark, ambulance. When they walked in to the light, I recognized two of my paramedics, Jesse Moreno and Janice Frey.
Jesse was a slightly built girl, 24 years old and slender. She usually wore over hair in a braid and ""librarian" glasses, but tonight, her hair was down and disheveled and her glasses were noticeably absent. She had a small chest, possibly a 32 B, but she had an ass that would make you cry. In her uniform, it was hidden by the drape of the material, but in the yoga pants she was wearing tonight, it stood out, literally. It was nice and round and very prominent. The type of ass that songs were written about. Walking beside her, with her arm draped over Jesse's shoulder, was Janice. Janice was an immigrant from The Netherlands and looked it. She was about 5'11" tall with long blonde hair, that reached about mid-back. She was thick, not as big as Kelly or Ellen, but "curvy". She had a pleasant flair to her hips and was carrying 36 D boobs. Both of them were off the schedule that night, so it was odd that they would be at the station on their night off.
Janice was walking strange, almost as if she was drunk and Jesse was doing her best to support her. Her face and neck were flushed red and she had beads of perspiration on her forehead, strange since it was 45 degrees out.
I hopped out of my truck and trotted to the women. I was concerned that Janice was either intoxicated or ill. As I approached, Jesse finally saw me and a look of fear came over her face. She directed Janice' attention in my direction and the two of them stopped in their tracks. I heard Janice say "Oh shit" under her breath.
"Janice, are you ok? You look sick." I inquired.
"I'm ok, lieutenant, just feeling a bit nauseous. We came here to see if there was any medication in the truck to help"
"Are you sure, you're ok?" I asked again. I touched her arm and could feel that she was a little warm, but not a fever. It was then that I noticed that her nipples were interrupting the smooth slope of her breasts. It also hit me, that she wasn't wearing a bra. I was impressed that her sized boobs had no droop to them and were standing out from her body. I looked over at Jesse and noticed, for the first time, that her pants were on, backwards.
"OK, ladies. It's rather obvious that Janice is not Ill." I accused. "Just what was going on in that truck?"
I looked at Jesse's face and she was going to be the one to crack, but it was Janice that spoke up. "You know this service pays shit, boss, we couldn't afford a motel. Jesse lives at home, with her parents and I have two roommates." "So we had nowhere to go."
I was still a bit confused as to where Janice was going with explanation. Suddenly, it hit me. They were lovers. I happened to roll in to the station, mid-relations. They were using their off service truck as their private little motel.
"So you two made 54 Oscar into your private little love shack?" "Personally, I don't care who or what you do on your off-duty hours, but we put patients in that vehicle. They don't really need to be laying in your fluids." "Ahh shit, let's go in the office, it's warmer, and we'll discuss this.
As we entered the supervisor's office, Jesse blurted out,"But lieutenant, we change the sheets and clean the rig every day."
"WHAT?" I shouted. "You mean to tell me that this is an ongoing thing?" " How the hell have you been getting away with it?"
Janice answered, "Well, usually we make sure that the truck is parked behind the station, and well, no one goes back there at night, so we have a place until 5:00 in the morning."
"Well, I have to give you two credit for ingenuity. Maybe not smarts or originality." I told them. "First, do you think you are the first couple on this job to use the stretcher for unintended uses?" "And second, what would you have done if you got found out by Internal Affairs? They make random checks of the stations at all hours." "What if the Chief or Captain had caught you, or worse yet, one of the day shift supervisors."
Jesse answered. "We didn't think we would get caught at all, least of all by the day shift." "Wow, if Angiotti caught us, we would be screwed, maybe literally." The fear returned to their eyes as Janice asked, "You're not going tell the Captain, are you?" Suddenly Janice's voice had taken on a dusky, seductive tone. Jesse looked like she was going to cry. "But boss, I can't lose this job." She whimpered. I need it to pay rent to my parents or they'll toss me out in the street, on my ass.
When she said that, I couldn't help but glance down at the bulging cheeks, barely contained in her pants. I could definitely see what Janice was attracted to. I felt a familiar stirring south of the border and tried to put it out of my mind. I was trying to start a relationship with Ellen and doing what my smaller brain was suggesting would be the best way to fuck it up.
""Look, I'm not telling the Captain or the other Lieutenants. We will keep this as Janice feeling ill." "If you guys need to use someplace to get together, and I know that motels are a bit pricey, clue me in". "If there is any way I can help, I will." "Trust me, I know what it's like to be "interested" in someone and have limited options."
They both jumped at me and were hugging me. "Oh thanks Lieutenant, we always knew you were the most badass boss in the station."
"Well you two are due to work in a couple of hours. Go in, shower up and get ready for shift."
"We love you, boss." They called over their shoulders as the trotted across the station, to the locker rooms. Watching them jog away, didn't help, either. Between Jesse's bottom and Janice's top jiggling pleasantly as they left the office, I nearly forgot about Ellen. Nearly.
I was sitting at my desk, finishing up my paperwork and duty log, when one of them called out for me. "Lieutenant, can you come in to the locker room? There's a problem with the showers."
Of course there is. Always problems in the station near the last hour of shift. I got up from the desk and went across the truck floor, to the lady's locker room. I knocked and asked through the door, "What's wrong?"