The next morning, Jenna awoke to the sun beaming on her face. Crap! She forgot to pull the blinds. She had the next two days off and wanted to sleep in. She started to pull herself out of bed and felt her body cry out in protest.
As she felt the pain in every muscle, she fell back to the bed and memories of the night before flooded her mind. Oh my god, she thought, I was a complete whore! She slowly sat up in bed and scooted to the edge of the bed, feeling the ache between her legs. She knew Darnell had been huge, but didn't realize how sore she would be today. Shower, she thought. Hot, pulsing water. She wasn't sure if she could even pull her nighty off and felt a sense of triumph over her aching muscles when she managed to pull it over her head.
She stepped into the shower and let the hot water pummel her body, kneading away the aches and pains in her muscles. She stood leaning her hands into the wall.
Darnell's morning wasn't going much better. He had woken up with an enormous hard on and his hand was stroking it. He picked up his phone and saw he had left it open to a picture of Jenna. Spread eagled, a little smile on her face. God she was beautiful!
He knew he was running late, but had to take the time to get himself off or he would have a fucking hard on all day. Her picture stayed up the whole time. Damn, he wanted to hear her voice! Even a picture of her made him shoot is jizz faster than usual.
Later at the station, he met up with his partner and they settled in for a briefing on the sting and received their assignments. He was glad to find out he didn't have to play one of the johns. He and his partner, Ray, were the arresting officers, along with a few others.
They drove their squad car to their assigned street, right off the busy road, but hidden by over grown bushes and a broken wooden fence. The liquor store where the hookers usually hung out was in view, but just barely. Now was the boring part. Nothing to do except wait.
"So, buddy, how was your little Asian hottie last night?" Ray asked, smiling. He was married and loved hearing about Darnell's sexcapades.
"Didn't do her last night, Ray." He smiled.
Ray looked surprised and then realized why Darnell was still smiling.
"Oh man, you nailed the ice cream girl??" He practically howled.
Darnell smiled again, just nodded a little.
"And?" Ray asked.
"And what?"
What the hell was wrong with Darnell, Ray wondered? Usually his partner couldn't wait to brag about his conquests!
"And was she as good as you hoped? Was she hot? Come on, spill the beans, man!"
Darnell wasn't sure how to answer. And couldn't figure out why he wasn't sharing the details, either. Hell, he even had pictures to prove he nailed his little ice cream tramp. He had taken pictures before, shared them with Ray without another thought. But he felt possessive. Didn't want another man looking at her tits. Or her pussy.
Luckily they got called to arrest a couple of hookers in front of the liquor store and drove the car around the corner, lights on. Parking at the edge, he turned off the lights and he and Ray got busy cuffing the two pros.
Ray read them their rights, while Darnell leaned them against the car and patted them down. The first one, a little blond that couldn't have been more than 18 years old, was wearing a tiny silver top and a zebra print mini. She had on way too much make-up and looked awful. He found nothing on her, no drugs or guns, and twirled her around to put her in the car. He moved the handcuffs so that her hands were cuffed in front of her and was helping her slide into the back seat when he felt her hand on his crotch.
"Officer," she began to whine, "Can't I work this misunderstanding off?"
He grabbed her hand and moved it away, slamming the car door. What a whore. How can a man get turned on with a whore like that and pay her for sex? He had never understood that.
Yes, he liked to pretend sometimes when he was banging a girl that she was a slut, but it was just role play. Although, he had to admit something happened last night with Jenna. He had wanted her to be his little white slut, but only for him. He never wanted another man fucking her. She was his!
Crap! Now he wanted to call her like a lovesick teenage boy.
He let Ray take care of the other girl and got into the squad car. Once Ray climbed in, he lit up the lights and sirens and drove over to the jail, where they dropped off the hookers and left to their next assigned spot.
They spent the next few hours arresting prostitutes all over the city. It was a long day. Several of them tried to wriggle out of it by offering sex.
Ray wondered why his partner was being so surly all day. Maybe the sex was bad? Darnell had been talking about banging this hot chick from the ice cream store for weeks. He was making plans and getting ready to make his move.
"Okay, buddy. I get it. The hot ice cream chick was really a block of ice? Hey, it happens. So you had bad sex... we all do once in a while!" He patted his friends shoulder as he tried to pep him up.
Darnell glowered at him. "You are an idiot! She was hotter than anyone I have ever been with. She was incredible and fucking hot!" His voice came out in a near shout.
"Then what the hell is wrong with you? Oh, wait... I get it." Realization came slowly to Ray, but it finally hit him.
"You get what??" he snarled.
"Wow, I have watched you jump from one hottie to another over the years and you were bored within weeks. Sometimes days. You have never acted like this after nailing any of them the first time. But this time something more happened, didn't it? You felt something."
"Fuck off!" Darnell snapped.
"Yep, you felt something more than just a good fuck. Oh, dude, it happens to all of us. Quit fighting it and go with it."
"Idiot. You don't even know what the hell you're talking about. She's just another little hottie. Nothing sp...Crap..." his voice trailed off as it began to make sense. Ray laughed and ran into the convenience store they were parked by to grab something to munch on.
The second the door closed behind his partner, he pulled out his phone. 3pm. He made it a rule to never, ever contact the girl before at least three days had passed. It was barely twelve hours and he wanted to talk to her. He wrestled with the dilemma for about 5 seconds and gave in, somewhat. He texted her instead.
I GET OFF AT MIDNIGHT. WANT TO PLAY?
That's right, he told himself, keep it light. Just sex.
She texted a minute later.
MY APARTMENT?
He felt his cock grow just reading the words. He texted back that he would be there right after work.
