Cara and I first met as class mate recruits at Police Training College, both married but not to each other, we just sort of teamed up together on the first day. From Cara's point of view, being the only female on the course, having me around seemed to keep the other male recruits from hitting on her. There were always some suspicions that there was something going on between us, but there wasn't. Unlike me, Cara was quite a scholar and she rewarded me by helping me with my studies, something I wasn't good at. We would spend hours at night pouring over class work and studying for the ongoing and endless tests. Physically, Cara could hold her own against most of the other recruits. Before applying to become a cop, she had been a fitness junky. With years of running and gym work she was fitter than most of the other recruits right from the start. She had always deliberately dressed down while on the course, if not dressed in the recruit's unflattering uniform, she could usually be found in baggy tee shirts and track pants.
The rest of the class and I got our first glimpse of Cara in a swimsuit on the day we started on the swimming module of our training. She was clearly uncomfortable as our eyes took her in. She was naturally wide shouldered and hipped with a narrow waist. Her thighs and calves were large, but muscled and toned and almost looked ungainly in contrast with her small shapely buttocks. Her breasts were smallish and her nipples stood proud against the thin material in the cool air. I have to admit I saw Cara in a new light after that. Previously, I had come to take her pretty looks for granted. She stood at around five foot seven inches tall; her light brown hair was cut short especially for the recruit's course. In the time that I'd known her she had never worn any makeup, what you saw was what you got, and it would be fair to say that she didn't really need it. Cara caught me looking at her that day but just smiled. Knowing that she had been happily married for the last five years, I knew that any thought of a sexual liaison was out of the question. As the weeks past, we got more and more comfortable with each other and became good friends. While some of the recruits dropped out for various reasons, the two of us worked hard to stay in the top half of the course.
After graduation we were posted to the same city but different stations, we simply lost contact after awhile. About eighteen months later, I answered a call for volunteers to assist with an undercover drug operation. A nightclub had been identified as a place where drugs such as ecstasy were freely available for sale. To combat this, the local law enforcement office had asked for young out of area officers to go undercover in the nightclub to ascertain what was going on. To my surprise, Cara had also volunteered and as we knew each other, we teamed up to infiltrate the nightclub as a couple. The object was to spend several nights at the club and to get as much intelligence as possible. We were not armed and under no circumstances were we to arrest anyone or jeopardise our cover. So, on the next Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights, Cara and I would attend a briefing before heading for the nightclub.
She always looked good in tight jeans or short skirts with her pierced navel on display. There were other undercover officers in the club, but Cara and I were the only ones posing as a couple. Cara surprised me on the first night; it was like she had turned on a switch as we approached the club. All of a sudden she became the adoring and affectionate young wife, she would hold my hand, or hug me tight while we stood at the bar. On the dance floor she would dance like a woman processed, and then hold me tight cheek to cheek swaying the beat of the music. Just to act a little dangerously, I slipped my hands down and caressed her buttocks. She humorously whispered in my ear that I would later be arrested for assaulting a police officer. When I didn't remove my hands, she then informed me that my wife would also duly be informed. We both laughed as I removed them in mock fear.
At the end of the night she would turn of the switch and become the confident married cop she was. The undercover operation eventually ran its course and the information that Cara and I obtained by observing, making contacts and making some buys assisted in several arrests. The way in which Cara and I interacted as a team didn't go unnoticed by more senior officers, and we were called upon to assist in other operations as time went on.
A few weeks ago, Cara and I were again asked to team up. This time we were to help with an ongoing investigation into drug activity at a small beach town where there had been concern about the availability of marijuana and ecstasy. For the next week, we posed as a married couple enjoying the delights of the local entertainment. It was late summer and it was hot and humid but not an all together unpleasant assignment. We frequented bars and nightclubs and made a few casual acquaintances with locals and holiday makers. Eventually we made the right contacts and made a few small buys of ecstasy at bars and nightclubs which were handed over to the support team for processing. Again we just gathering information and all of the raids would be coordinated at a later date.
Towards the end of the operation, we informed of an address where good quality marijuana was available; Cara and I decided to have a look. We parked half a block away from the address which turned out to be an old house one street back from the water front. It was around 5 p.m. and for the next hour or two, we watched the coming and goings of several people of various ages. From the activity, it fairly obvious to us that something was going on in there. We decided that we would case the operation while making a buy. We left the car and walked casually down the road while holding hands. I was casually dressed in jeans and an old Pink Floyd T shirt and Cara in shortish light blue skirt and a cream halter top showing off her tanned legs and stomach. With her hair bleached almost blonde, she looked the beach bitch she pretended to be.
We walked down the driveway where all of the other buyers had gone; at the back was a smoked glass door. After a couple of knocks it was opened by a bearded long haired male in his later thirties or early forties. His eyes glanced over me but lingered on Cara.
"Hi, can I help you guys?"
"Hope so." I replied. "We were told that we might be able to get a bit of grass from here."
His eyes drifted back to me, "Shit, who told you that?"
"A barman at the Mission down by the beach." I lied.
He looked at us for a few seconds while pondering on our contact. "Okay, I can help you, how much do you want?"
"Not much, just enough to keep us going for a day or two." Cara chipped in.
"Might as well come in." he told us pushing the door wide open and stepping back.
This was a little strange as most deals would have been done at the door, but looking around there was little privacy from the neighbours. Before I could think any further, Cara stepped inside leaving me no option but to follow. It was darkish inside, the curtains had been pulled and the TV was tuned into a football game. Two comfortable chairs had been pulled close to the TV, behind it stood a low divan bed. An empty pizza box and beer cans lay between the chairs and the TV. Cara and I stood inside while the dealer walked through into another room returning a few seconds later with a brown paper bag. Reaching inside he pulled out several small clear plastic bags with grass inside.
"This is top stuff." he told us. "Two or three bags be enough?"
"How much for three?" I asked.
"Make it an easy fifty."
"Okay." I replied, pulled out my wallet and began peeling off a few notes.
He looked at me for a short time as I offered the fifty, "Something's not right."
My alarm bells started to ring, I managed a smile. "What do you mean?"
"You're not cops are you? I can smell cops a mile off."
"Hell no." Cara said. "We're just down here on vacation for a few days. We just want a bit of grass to help us party." Cara reached over, took my hand in hers and gave a cheeky little grin, "He likes it because it helps turn me on if you know what I mean."
Just then a tall thin male walked into the room, "What's up Bobby?"
"Hey Horse, these two wanna buy some grass to party, but I smell cops."
Horse looked over and gave us a once over, he lifted his sweatshirt to show us the handle of a handgun tucked into his jeans. Now I started to worry, while we weren't carrying any police ID, we weren't armed either, we were completely at the mercy of these two.
"Hey, it's cool." Cara said. "We're not cops, but if you don't want to sell to us, its okay. We'll leave and get some from somewhere else."
Bobby grinned, "Hey now, I don't wanna miss a sale. How about you prove that you're married? Then it'd be okay."
"How do we do that?" I asked.
"Well, I can think of one way. How about you describe your old lady's pussy. Then we can have a look to see if you got it right. That should do it."
"What do mean?"
"Well, you must have seen it this morning. She's got blonde hair and dark eyebrows. What's her pussy look like?"
