This story was also published elsewhere by me.
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Pittsburgh,
October, 2013
Simon Newell knew that Detective Samantha Kingston had fabricated evidence to ensure the female drug kingpin was arrested at the scene. When he wasn't doing tarot card readings, Simon sometimes worked as a part-time consultant for the Pittsburgh P.D. When a case had them flummoxed, they called Simon in to look at some files so he could give his viewpoint on the case(s).
Simon had gotten to know a lot of the Detectives over the past year of visiting the Detective Bureau, and he was especially smitten by Detective Samantha Kingston. Samantha was a strong, fiercely intelligent, tall, full bodied redhead a few years older than Simon's forty three years. like him, Samantha had also gone through a recent break-up and was now single. She had a temper that put a few men off, but not Simon.
A drug case Samantha had been working on had gone nowhere, until out of the blue, she single-handedly caught the male drug kingpin suspect. Instinct and intuition told him that Detective Samantha Kingston had knocked out the elusive suspect with a halothane-soaked cloth, then Samantha planted several kilos of cocaine at the scene, shortly before she called it in and made the arrest.
Simon tried sleeping on it all, but had another dream about Samantha...He was in a darkened warehouse, naked to his boxer shorts, a silicone ball gag in his mouth, tied to a four legged wooden chair. Looking straight ahead towards the rows of old fashioned round ceiling lights. Suddenly, Simon tensed as he heard the unmistakable sounds of high heeled shoes walking towards him...His heart pumping heavily when he spotted Samantha appear from the darkness and walk beneath one of the bright round circles of light. Her long dark red hair tied back in a ponytail, her dark purple lipstick and matching eye shadow make up...The shiny, bright red latex catsuit she wore beautifully accentuating her curves. Simon felt an uncomfortably strong level of arousal at the sight of Samantha in her latex catsuit, walking closer until she stopped by his chair.
"You're all mine now." Samantha told him with a smile. She folded her arms, delighting with watching him squirm in his tied position...Samantha walked around him, touching at his shoulder and back, the sounds of her high heel shoes echoing around the darkness. Lightly caressing his arm with latex fingers as she took her time walking around to face him, staring down at Simon.
"You're very cute, you know that?" Samantha asked him.
"Mmph." Simon softly sighed in acknowledgement.
Samantha Kingston nibbled her lower lip, exhaling out as she sat on his lap facing him, laughing when she felt his obvious arousal. She held his face and he welcomed her kiss on his bound lips...
Just when everything was getting super-duper-good, Simon woke up laughing, all thumping heartbeats and sweaty in his bed.
It was around two a.m. now and his memory of what Samantha had done softened his arousal. He lay back thinking about his next move while staring up at the swaying tree branch shadows playing on his apartment bedroom's ceiling.
So, for his conscience's sake, the next day Simon decided to at least quietly confront Det. Kingston in the Detective squad room break room and let her know he was aware of what she had done and that he wouldn't take it any further.
The next day arrived and Simon met up with the Detective in the break room. Samantha looked at his face: a mixture of sexual excitement and a little bit of disgust at his own pleasure of the memory of the erotic dream and of his knowledge of what she had done. After his security background check, it was widely known in the Department and elsewhere that Simon had a sleepy-fetish. Det. Samantha Kingston put down her coffee demurely and absently scratched at her neck. "Okay. What is it?" Simon took in a breath: "I have a good idea what you did yesterday..."
"Oh...Come on; do you think anyone's gonna believe that?" Samantha stated and shrugged, folding her arms. Another Detective came in, breaking the tension for a moment as he picked up some sugar packets and left. "I feel compelled to tell The Man what you did. You know I do. But I don't think I will..."
Samantha put her head down, nibbling on her lower lip, she raised her face and exhaled a laugh.
"Simon, look I know you don't judge anyone, ever. You let "bad guys" go all the time. I know you forgive me. Let's save each other a lot of fuss right now and you give me your word you'll forget about it? I know you'd rather not ever break your word, Simon. Come on..."
Simon looked away, wanting to let it go. To tell Samantha he secretly loved her and had been in love with her for years. Simon was a very kind, compassionate man with a big heart. He was lonely and couldn't help but be reminded of his dream now in Samantha's presence.
Simon sighed and began to walk away, facing Det. Kingston. "You're right, I wouldn't. I have to go away for a bit, Sam." Samantha watched him go with a knowing look.
The next morning, after a sleepless night full of troubling dreams, Simon drove into the P.D. parking lot, early, ready for a new day of consulting on horrific crime scenes and photos. Simon parked up and noticed Samantha's car already there. As he got out, he saw Samantha doing the same a few feet away from his space. Something made him notice that the CCTV camera was unplugged...Simon locked the car, holding a recyclable plastic bag containing his stuff for the day.
Detective Samantha Kingston spoke to Simon as she walked closer..."Hey, morning!"
"Good morning." Then, he remembered yesterday. "We'll talk later on, or something, okay?"
