Passion In James County X
Badge of Dishonor
By D.C. Roi
Chapter sixteen
Luke Thomas walked into Tim Jackman's office near the end of his shift. "Lou, can I talk to you about something?" he asked.
"Sure, Luke," Tim said. "Have a seat. What's up?"
Luke held up a VCR tape he had in his hand. "I think, maybe, you better see what's on this tape," he said. "Today, Jonas and I picked up a couple of slime balls - Bud Dickerson and Skunk Loomis - and took them to the lockup on warrants your division issued."
Tim nodded. "I know, they're the ones behind that series of burglaries, right?" he said.
Luke nodded. "Yeah, that's them," he replied. "Anyhow, you know we have those new TV systems in the cruisers, the ones that tape what's going on in the car. Policy is that we have the camera on when we've got prisoners in the back, to protect us in case they claim we abused them. Bud's a real chatterbox, and while Jonas and I were out of the car talking with the detectives, he was bragging to his pal about something I think you better hear."
"Give me the tape," Tim said. He took the tape from Luke, stood up, and put it in the combined TV/VCR in his office and turned the machine on. The TV screen lit up and the image of two unsavory-looking men in handcuffs in the back seat of a police car filled the screen.
"Don't worry about gettin' busted, Skunk," Bud Dickerson told the man sitting next to him in the car. "We'll be out on personal recognizance soon as we go to court."
"Yeah, Bud, but you told me we wasn't gonna get busted, "his friend protested. "Jesus, Bud, you know I hate bein' locked up! If I'd a had any brains I'd a stayed home. I shoulda known better than to let you talk me into bustin' inta them places. My old man's gonna kill me for gettin' busted again."
"I told ya', don't worry," Bud said. "Look, tell you what. Soon as we get out tomorrow, how about I get you a little poontang."
"Who?" Skunk replied. "I seen the chicks you go out with, Bud, I ain't sure I'd touch one 'a them."
Bud grinned at his partner, exposing a mouth filled with rotting teeth. "Nah, this here's prime ass," Bud said. "It's the chick who lives down the road from me."
"Down the road from you?" Skunk said, sounding surprised. "That married red-head with the dynamite body, is that who you're talkin' about? The one who lives in that new house?"
Grinning, Bud nodded. "That's the one," he said.
"Man, Bud, I seen her, she's choice!" Skunk exclaimed, looking at his friend with a little bit of awe. "How in the hell did you get in her pants?"
"You ain't gonna believe this," Bud said, puffing himself up a little, "the fuckin' cops helped me."
"The cops?" Skunk asked. "Come on! How did the cops help you?"
"Well..." Bud said, "I been watchin' her house, you know, 'cause sometimes she comes out in a fuckin' bikini to get some sun, you know? And I broke in once, too. The cops got no idea who did that, but I noticed the fuckin' state patrol seemed to be comin' back a lot. Same fuckin' pig, you know? That one think's he's hot shit, Billingham. Anyhow, one day when he was there, I went over. Guess what he and the chick are doin'?"
"You mean the chick is fuckin' the cop?" Skunk asked.
"Like a fuckin' bunny," Bud replied. "So, a little later, I paid her a visit."
"And she let you screw her, just like that?" Skunk asked, his voice a little higher in pitch than it had been.
Bud shook his head. "Nah, it weren't quite that easy," he said. "I hadda point out to her that unless she came across for me, her old man might find out what she was doin' with the cop. After I told her that, she came across."
"No shit!" Skunk exclaimed. "She any good?"
"Best I ever had," Bud said, smirking. "I figger once we're out of court tomorrow, you and me, we can go over and pay her a visit."
"Yeah!" Skunk said. "Oh, yeah!"
Tim shut the TV/VCR off and shook his head. "Jesus!" he exclaimed.
"That comes pretty close to an admission of rape, doesn't it?" Luke asked.
"It does," Tim said, "I think we have an admission on the burglaries, too. But I don't think the prosecuting attorney will go with the rape charge unless we have a complaint from a victim. And I'm not sure that tape will be admissible, either."
"It might be," Luke said. "We tell prisoners they're being taped when we put them in the car, and there are signs in the back, too."
"Tell you what," Tim said, "I'll show this to the boss and see what he wants to do. Maybe, if we go and talk to this woman and tell her what Bud's planning, she'll cooperate." He smiled at Luke. "This is good work, Luke. If we actually do take these guys down, I'll make sure you're in on the bust, OK?"
"Great!" Luke said. He left Tim's office, signed out and headed home. He was excited about the possibility of being able to put Bud Dickerson out of commission for a while, but he was upset, too. Learning that Rod Billingham was cheating on Lise disturbed him. He had been having lunch with Lise fairly regularly and had developed a bit of a crush on her. He didn't want her to get hurt, but knowing what he knew now, he wasn't sure how he'd be able to prevent it.
Luke arrived home a bit later than usual and found the house dark. He decided Lorrie must have gone to bed already. He hadn't been in his apartment in two days, ever since he and his landlady had begun sleeping together. At first he considered joining Lorrie in bed, but he couldn't stop thinking about Lise Billingham, and what he'd learned about what her husband was doing.
Instead of going directly to bed, he went down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower. As he stood in the shower, he thought about Lise. He liked her a lot. But was what he felt for her more than that? And what about the things he'd been doing with Lorrie?
As he stood under the stinging spray, thinking about Lise, he felt warm hand slide around his hip and grip his cock, and a warm body pressed against his.
"Wha?" Luke muttered and stiffened. He turned and saw Lorrie's flushed face. "Oh, God, Lorrie! K...keep doing that, don't stop!" he stammered, as her hand massaged his cock to full erection.
"I was hurt when you didn't come right to bed," Lorraine murmured, letting her free hand roaming Luke's soap-slick body while the other one pumped his now-hard cock. "Then I heard you going down the hall and the shower started. I thought you wouldn't mind if I joined you. You don't mind, do you?"
"No, of course not!!" Luke groaned. His legs were getting rubbery as her hand moved up and down on his swollen lance.
He looked at his landlady. Her lush body glistened with droplets of water and her nipples were already hard. While she stroked his cock, she rubbed them against his arm. The contact with her was making him feel incredibly good.
"I'm glad you're not angry," Lorraine purred. "I love taking a shower with you!" Contact with Luke's body, especially that wonderful cock of his, was getting her very turned on!
Luke was holding a soapy washcloth in his hand and began using it to caress his landlady's wonderfully-formed body. It didn't take long before she was gasping as loud as he was and trembling wildly.
"Oh, Godddd, Luke!!!" Lorraine moaned and squeezed his cock. "I've never been washed like th...thaaaat! God! It feels so wonderful!" Luke's hand, moving in insistent circles between her legs, had her about to explode!
Luke was pleased by this unexpected development, even though Lorrie had disturbed his thoughts of Lise. As she pressed against him, he felt her trembling and knew she was close to coming.
"Le...let's get out of the shower, dry off, and go to bed," Lorraine gasped, quivering. "You can't imagine how bad I want you!"
"I want you, too, Lorrie," Luke said. "Why don't we do it here, in the shower?"
"Can...can we do that?" Lorraine asked. She was having a lot of difficulty thinking. Luke had her so turned on! She wanted his cock! She needed it inside her!
