The sidewalk at Eighth and Market Streets is always filthy. The vendors clean the spaces around their tables and carts, but the constant foot traffic leaves a wake of debris.
Norita walked her third patrol around that freezing corner since her shift had begun at ten o'clock. All the stores had closed, the carts had gone, and the last bus for the night had left half an hour ago. She stepped over a handful of dead flowers propped against the bus shelter. Eighth Street should be a mausoleum, she mused, for all its memorials to gunfighters. So, who were those guys over by the doorway? Norita could see the knit hats as they scurried toward the entrance to the subway concourse. Fools, she thought, that door has been locked for months. There they were taking a leak against the locked door.
"Hey, get a move on, guys," Norita ordered them. "This place is closed." The sweet odor of urine rose from the rusted doorway.
The shorter one in the red hat finished, zipped his pants, and turned to her. "Whatever you say, guard lady," he said with a happy grin.
Norita, inhaling the scent of urine, realized that she was becoming aroused. It had happened once before at the hair salon: the fragrance of ammonia had made her squirm and bolt home to change into fresh panties.
The taller guy in blue looked over his shoulder at Norita. "You work for that rent-a-cop agency, huh? How you like it?"
"It's great," answered Norita. "You guys gotta leave now." She couldn't believe what she saw in his hand. No man could grow one that long. He wasn't terribly tall; his hands and feet seemed in proportion to his five-foot-ten-inch height.
"Yes, ma'am," said Blue Hat, "I interviewed with them last week. I really thought they would've called me in by now. I'm lookin' to get somethin' permanent, you know." He was still zipping himself up.
Norita felt her pussy tingling. "Who did you interview with?" she asked him. "I heard they might take on a new guy soon." She wanted to keep his attention and get a better look at what he had tucked inside his baggy pants.
"The lady from HR was Miz Clanton, and the guy who was hiring was Mister Wyatt."
"Oh, yeah, I know Wyatt; he manages our district."
Red Hat was strutting up and down the sidewalk in the snow while they talked. Blue Hat seemed in no hurry to leave.
"Hey, guys, if you want a cup of coffee I've got some in the guard office," Norita offered. "We don't have to stand out here in the cold."
Blue Hat peered at her name tag and OKC badge and smiled. "Thanks, Miz Morgan, I'd really like that."
Red Hat bounced over to them, echoing, "Thanks, Miz Guard Lady, you're really nice."
The guard station was a tiny room with a desk, a chair, and an ancient sofa. The coffeepot shared counter space with the copier and racks for the walkies. A microwave and refrigerator were wedged in the corner. There were no vending machines; most guards ate from the carts or lunch trucks. Norita had a locker outside the office, but she remembered there was a stash of rubbers in the desk. Blue Hat was going to need an Extra Long.
Blue Hat smiled at Norita and extended his hand: "I'm Frankie McLaury, nice to meet you."
Red Hat countered with, "Juan Enrico Holliday, how do you do, Miz Morgan."
All three quickly stripped off their boots and coats and piled them by the door. Under his red hat Enrico wore earphones blasting music; he danced around the cramped space like a mating rabbit.
Norita filled coffee cups and handed them around. Somebody would have to cover the phones if Base Operator called in. "Hey, Enrico, do you think you could listen for the phone for a little bit for me?" She showed Enrico the main transmitter on the board of walkies. "Push this button to talk if they call in on this speaker." Enrico loosened one earphone slightly and nodded with a grin.
Norita took Frankie's hand and led him to the sofa. She had to know if his balls were in proportion to that cock. She wanted to slide her mouth around them like licking an apricot. "You wanna make yourself comfortable, Frankie?" she murmured and sat down next to him.
Frankie was already out of his jacket and sweatshirt as he knelt on the sofa. He reached around Norita's waist to unfasten her gun belt. "Let me help you get all this stuff out of the way," he told her. "You're too classy a lady to carry around all this equipment."
As soon as her gun belt was off Norita slipped out of her trousers and panties. Silver stars spangled across her toes on glittering copper lacquer. "If you guys need the bathroom, we got our own back here."
Frankie set down his empty coffee cup on the desk. "Yeah, that would be a good idea. This coffee's making me go again."
This was her dream come true. Norita was wet and throbbing and wanted to see that cock unfurled in action. "Come with me, Frankie," she ordered him.
Frankie followed Norita into the tiny lavatory and watched her climb on top of the toilet tank. She sat with her bare feet on the commode. "I want you to piss on my feet. Make it hot! Make them hot and wet!" she urged him. He sprayed urine over her polished toes as she panted, "Piss on my feet, Frankie, oh, yes!"
Thumping noise at the door grew louder and they heard Enrico's voice. "Hey, yous guys, is that a private party in there? Base Operator is waiting on the phone and she says it's important. She has to talk to Miz Norita. Hurry up in there."
"Open the door, Frankie. Yo, Enrico, can you bring the walkie in here, please?" Norita scooted bare-assed over to the washbasin and braced her bare feet in the sink, providing Frankie a clear view of her dense black curls.
Enrico appeared in the doorway with the transceiver. "Here's the lady from Base. Can I give you a hand there?"
Norita reached for the walkie with a smile. "You both can come in here if you want. My feet feel so good now and they just need to be washed off a little. You can touch them if you want."
Frankie was splashing water on Norita's toes in the basin and trying to work his right index finger into her pussy. "Oh, Frankie, do my feet!" she whispered. "That feels nice, Frankie. Yeah, do that harder."
