Russian Roulette: The Rise of The Iron Crowbar
The order of my stories to read is:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series.
Russian Roulette series
Case Of The Murdered Lovers series
So.... let's see if soap-opera-police-dramas with sex are of interest to Literotica readers...
This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.
Feedback and
constructive
criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
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The sex in this story is a bit limited, as the gritty police drama continues after the conclusion of the Sperm Wars series. There will be a lot more HOT sex in The Case of the Murdered Lovers and other fun crime stories for you to solve...
Part 1 - Picking Up The Revolver
The party was in full swing in the large conference room at Town Fitness Centers, Melina's gym. Officially it was a birthday celebration for a couple of the trainers that worked there, but it was also a St. Patrick's Day celebration. Winter had refused to release its grip upon us. We'd had a freak snowstorm, and now it was clear... but unseasonably cold.
Cindy Ross, Hugh Hewitt and Tanya Perlman were there as well as Lt. Britt Maxwell, Dr. Laura Fredricson, and Myron Milton from IT/Data. Somewhat to our surprise, Chief Griswold and his wife had come, also. Of course just about everyone who worked at Melina's gym had come to the party, though the facility was officially open at this hour. It was just past 11:30pm, and there actually were three people working out in the co-ed side.
The Vice Detectives had been invited, but Captain Harold Malone had called them in for a mission. Steven Ikea and his dingleberry Timothy Geiger would not have come anyway, but I suspected Teresa Croyle would rather have been here with us, despite her lousy attitude. I was brought out of my reverie by the chief walking up to me, his first chance to get away from his wife and others and speak with me privately.
"How are you feeling, Don?" the chief asked. "Fully recovered?"
"Absolutely." I said. "And cleared for field duty, as well."
"Good. But your limited duty has exposed the fact that we're beginning to be short-staffed, especially in MCD. We've got to talk about hiring or promoting some more people." the chief said. Although no one likes to "talk shop" at a party, we both knew that this time and location, away from the "Clubhouse" (as Police Headquarters was called), was ideal to talk about this type of confidential stuff.
"I agree, we're understaffed." I said. "And this would be a bigger party with some new people here." I added, grinning. The Chief gave a brief smile at my joke.
"But I agree." I continued. "And some of these guys are ready to be promoted. Tanya Perlman would be great for--"
*Bzzzzz... Brrriingggg*
It was Chief Griswold's "official" cell phone, upon which only duty-related calls would come. He stepped outside into the hallway and talked for a few minutes.
Stepping back inside, he called me and Cindy Ross to join him, and actually took us out the front door to the outside. The air was raw and cold, and our breath masked our faces.
"That was Malone." the chief said. "Ikea just led a big drug bust. We've got several hundred pounds... yes, hundreds of pounds... of cocaine, but only managed to arrest two people."
I understood. Ikea would hold back and let lower ranking officers risk themselves, then come in and take the glory. I also suspected, and the chief confirmed with his next sentence, that Ikea had bungled something, and bigger fish had gotten away while only two lower-level perps had been caught.
After giving those couple of details, the chief continued. "There's more, though. Croyle was wounded. She's been taken to University Hospital."
"Is she okay?" Cindy asked immediately, her face showing concern.
"I don't know." the chief replied, "but the wound was apparently not life-threatening. I'm going to go to the hospital. Do you two want to go?"
"Can I go with you?" Cindy again asked.
"Why don't you go with Don, and I'll take my wife home first. Don, tell the other officers, but ask them not to come to the hospital yet... they may not want to anyway." Cindy's face remained blank at that backhanded slap at Teresa.
"And Ross... don't annoy Croyle too much when you get there." the chief said.
Part 2 - Loading The evolver
Teresa Croyle, nicknamed "Teresa Cunt" behind her back, was not hurt badly. She'd been shot in the left hand and grazed on the shoulder, but fortunately no bones were broken.
I noticed a few things. First, when I told my MCD team and Britt Maxwell what had happened, everyone wanted to go to the hospital immediately. Considering Teresa Cunt's reputation as a bitch, I was surprised not so much that they were concerned, but at their level of concern. Per the Chief's instructions, I told them to wait.
Second, Cindy Ross did not wait, she was in the car with me driving to the hospital. Cindy Ross and Teresa were supposedly like oil and water, always arguing, but always seeming to work together. In fact, I had shocked the Chief, Captain Malone and Paulina Patterson (who did not like being in the same room with each other) by suggesting Ross & Croyle work together a lot more.
I had observed something they hadn't: Cindy and Teresa's seemingly insulting arguments were actually backhanded compliments of each other. No one denied that they worked extremely well together, and even Captain Malone was surprisingly very agreeable with it.
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"You dumbass." Cindy was telling Teresa in the hospital room as the beautiful black woman Nurse Jones finished bandaging her hand. "Don't you know how to duck?" It sounded harsh, but both Teresa and I noted the deep concern in Cindy's voice.
"Didn't duck enough, I guess." Teresa replied. "Of course if you had actually been there doing some police work, I might not've gotten hit at all."
"Yeah, right. Always leading with your head in a gun battle." Cindy retorted. "But you're right: If I were there you'd be behind my hardbody ass." To most, that would've sounded like an insult, that Teresa would lag behind Cindy... but I realized that it was actually an admission that Cindy would go out of her way to protect Teresa, and I suspected I was the only one who caught it.
Their banter triggered me to have a thought. I went into the hallway and began asking a couple of the patrolmen waiting there about what had happened. They were loyal to Malone, Ikea and Vice and did not want to talk to me, but I managed to elicit the story that a couple of patrolmen on the raid had been caught in a crossfire and Croyle had drawn their fire away and basically saved their asses.
"Thanks, guys." I said. "If Ikea doesn't put Croyle in for a medal, I'm going to get statements from you and do it myself." The patrolmen looked at me a lot less harshly after I said that.
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At 6:00am the next morning, Sunday, I walked into Police Headquarters as usual, and feeling very good. An hour before my throbbing cock was being deliciously sucked by my wife Melina. Her mouth was hot and wet and she was taking my length deep into her throat while her hand massaged my balls.
In addition to being our normal morning blowjob, this was Melina's "thank you" for the party as well as the expensive pearl necklace I'd given her. Our marriage had been a bit strained since the Christmas attack by Elizabeth and Ned.
On the surface, she seemed fine, but beneath the surface there was an edge to my wife that I'd not seen since just before our marriage. I was hoping the necklace would return some of the warmth to our relationship and that things would get much better.
The good news was that her pregnancy seemed to be going well in the early stages. I knew it was weird and perverted, but it really excited me to think that my wedded wife had been impregnated by another man and that she was carrying his child.
And as Melina's was going to town on my meat with unusual intensity, I sure wasn't complaining. My nut began to rise as I thought of how lovely Laura had looked at the party the night before. As my thoughts drifted to my baby growing inside Laura's magnificent, womanly body, I groaned as my climax overtook me. Despite my warning, Melina slid her mouth down my shaft and took my pulsing spurts of semen into her throat, greedily swallowing my entire load.
That memory was good, but once inside the police headquarters building, my lassitude vanished. There was some tremendous tension in the air, undefined but clearly there.
I went down to the patrolmen's break room to get coffee, to see if I could overhear anything, but the murmurs of the officers got even quieter when they saw me there.
Things began to get clearer when I wandered over to the interrogation rooms. These rooms were constructed so that there was not and never could be an unlocked passageway from the jail and booking side of headquarters to other parts of the building. One door had to be secured for the other one to open.
There was a rather large crowd of officers watching through the mirrored glass. Inside the interrogation room, Detective Steven Ikea was interrogating one of the arrested perps. The perp was young, in his early 20s, with dark hair and a hard face.
I was relieved to see two uniformed patrolmen also in the room: Detective Ikea was well-known for getting physical with drug punks to extract information on who they were working for. His methods were often effective but bordered upon police brutality.
As I walked up to the window, Captain Harold Malone looked balefully at me, unable to hide his sheer hatred of me. "What are you doing here?" he snarled. "This is not your case."
"How's Croyle?" I asked in reply, and everyone listening instantly became attentive.
"She's fine." Malone replied. The tension in the room was still there, and I was gaining the sense that it wasn't a me-vs-Malone or Vice-vs-MCD issue.
At that moment, everyone's attention was diverted to the interrogation room. Ikea was trying to browbeat the perp, and was making a show of shouting at him.
"Great job on the bust." I said, hoping that might get Malone to speak a bit. "Who's Ikea's toy in there?"
