A Policewomans Reward

Author's Note: This is a sequel to my story, A Policewoman's Desires. This is my first time writing a sequel to what was originally a one-and-done. But the feedback was positive and to be honest, Ellie Carlyle might be one of my hottest creations, so I am happy to revisit her with a new story.

"Finally!" I sighed wearily. "I'm finally off of the dammed night shift!"

"You and me both," said Joey with an equally relieved sigh. "Grover has taken us off shit detail."

"Everyone gets their fair share of easy and hard shifts," I said. "But we must have pissed him off somehow because he gave us six fucking weeks of it!" I shook undid my flaming red hair and shook it free.

"I don't know Ellie," said Joey. My partner was unbuttoning his jacket already. "Maybe he was in a vindictive mood when he made the schedules that day."

We parted and went into the men's and women's changing rooms. My name is Ellie Carlyle and I'm a police officer in the infamous New York City. Since the last time we talked, I've been on night shift for, as I mentioned above, six fucking weeks! I had known that tough detail was coming but I never expected it to be that long of a stretch. Maybe Grover was trying to be equally unfair to all of us? Or maybe we just did a good job at night, I'm not sure. But it's sucked so bad, sleeping all day and being up all night. And let me tell you something about this job and this city.

New York City at night is like the craziest acid trip you have ever been on. When the sun goes down, the stupidity levels are turned up to eleven. I have had to respond to drunken streakers, domestic disputes, old ladies complaining about their neighbors watching TV to damn loud, you fucking name it. I'm so happy I'm finally off of the dammed night shift. New York City truly is the city that never sleeps.

Joey Robertson is my partner and he feels the same way. My police patrol partner mind you, not my 'partner' partner. I don't date within the same precinct. It leads to nothing but problems. No matter how many police procedural dramas do it. I know I've said that before, but I feel the need to reiterate it because every time I talk to family I'm asked if I've found someone at work. My mother loves to ask me this. Yeah, sure ma. I got close to someone while we're out dealing with the garbage of society. Really encourages romantic contact.

Oh I've been on this shift too long. I'm bitching like some hag! I mentally shut my mind off from all the complaining I can't do around the precinct without it getting back to Grover. If Grover finds out you're complaining about his detail, he will assign you worse detail. He's funny like that.

I'm a fiery red haired, green eyed, tall, pale, big boobed thirty year old who's been a cop for a few years now. I put on my normal clothes and put my uniform in my locker. The other girls here changing are mostly coming in for the day. "You okay Ellie?" one of them asks me. Her name is Jenny Ricks and we've talked in passing before.

"End of night shift season for me," I said.

"Oh fuck," said Stacey Madison, another cop coming on for her shift. "That means someone else is due!"

"We all get our turn," I said.

"Grover is a sadist," said Stacey.

"Keep that up and you'll be on night shift for sure. Grover has ways of hearing griping," I said. "And Karma is a bigger bitch than any of us!" They all laughed and finished changing. As per usual, I kept my eyes to myself.

I like men and women in equal measure. Though I find myself liking women more and more. But nobody else at the precinct knew I swung both ways. I already endured the redhead stereotypes. I didn't want to add the 'hot lesbo cop' stereotypes to my list of problems. Never mind not wanting to weird the other girls out. So my 'no fraternization at work' policy extended to both sexes. Despite how hot some of them were. Stacey's a pretty blonde thing and Jenny has the short, petite brunette look. Me, being the tall redhead with a rack that makes pornstars jealous, I kind of have an effect of other's self esteem. Which is why I get razzed for it.

I put on my leather jacket (another stereotype I know) and my jeans, waving goodbye to the other girls, and headed for the doors of the precinct. Joey's chatting with some of the guys so he just gives me a wave. I wave back. But I hear a door open and "Carlyle!" barked at me.

Vincent Grover. Our sergeant. He's a balding heavyset man, about forty seven now, and had been on the NYPD since the 1990's. He had been a rookie during the crack cocaine days and had seen some hard times. He'd been among those that hit Ground Zero during 9/11 before the towers came down. Grover was tough, fair, suffered no fools, brooked no bullshit, and made sure everyone had their fair share of easy and miserable detail.

I wondered what he wanted with me? I sighed and went to his office and closed the door. "Sir?" I asked him.

"You're just coming off of night shift?" he asked.

I knew he knew the answer to that already. But being a smart-ass to him was a bad idea. "Yes sir. Robertson and I turned our last report in a short while ago."

"I've read them," he said. He was married with two kids who were now teenagers, and his desk was adorned with pictures of them, a boy and a girl, and his wife Nicole, whom I'd seen in passing when she came in to badger him about taking it easy. Grover was old school, work until you drop dead, turn in your papers if you can't hack in anymore kind of officer. Most of us expected him to work until mandatory retirement. "You and Robertson have done good work," he continued.

"Thank you sir."

"I'm sorry to have to say this but soon I'm going to split you two up," he said. I kept any dismay from my face. Another thing Grover liked to do was break partners up, ensuring everyone got to work with everyone and all the veterans worked with the rookies. I couldn't fault his principle but it did sometimes mean you were just jelling with a partner before you got switched to having a completely new one.

"I understand sir," was all I said.

"I've also noted that you are overdue for a vacation," said Grover. "You haven't taken one since joining the precinct."

"I've been absorbed by work," I said.

"Well, you've just come off of six weeks of night shifts. So I'm insisting you take one. It's Monday so you can start today and come back next Tuesday."

This was amazing news! I told you Grover was fair! "Thank you sir!" I said. "But don't I have to put in for one?"

"I took the liberty of doing it for you," he said holding up a form. "All you have to do is sign it. And, well, I have a favor to ask you."

That caught me by surprise. Grover wasn't known to ask for favors. He expected you to do what was asked and outright ordered you to do so if he felt you were hesitating. So this wasn't anything official. "What is it, sir?" I asked.

"It's my Courtney," he said. Courtney was his oldest child, having turned eighteen about six months ago I think. "Courtney is, well, she's a teenage girl and going through the motions. Now she refuses to do anything I say because quote 'I'm a legal adult now, you can shove your chores up your fat ass, old man!' unquote."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Sounds like teenage girls with policemen fathers. What is it you need from me though?"

"Her school is setting up a sort of career day style program where they spend a week following someone around, doing whatever job they do. Courtney, who knows I do that her mother does not want her to have any ambitions of being a cop, has requested police duty."

I was confused. "Doesn't that sort of thing require her to be with a, you know, active officer, sir? I'm about to go on vacation."

"Carlyle, you are something of a poster child for a strong, professional woman serving a police officer," he said. "To say nothing of the fact that you manage to look like a super model even in uniform." I blushed a little at that. "I want Courtney to ride with you on easy detail for a week. If you do that for me, I will extend this vacation to two weeks," he winked at me.

Now I understood. Cops usually have this thing they do with their kids called 'scared straight' where they take their kids at whatever age and have them view the absolute worst results of things like drugs, domestic abuse, alcoholism, and so on. He wanted me to take Courtney around and show her the world while keeping her safe. I really didn't want to babysit a bratty eighteen year old who was undoubtedly going to be as much fun as bratty teenage girls usually are. But an extra week's vacation after six weeks of shit detail was tough to refuse. "I can do that sir. But not today. I need to go home and sleep," I said.

"Tomorrow will be fine," he said. "And thank you Carlyle."

"You're welcome sir," I said. He dismissed me and I gratefully escaped into the glorious sun.

Spring was coming to New York City. Which naturally meant it was still winter-like at night while the days saw the weather warm and everything that wasn't concrete turned to mud. I usually walk to a train station but I'm too tired after last night, so I hailed a cab to take me home. As a rode home, my mind realized that my extended night shifts suddenly made sense. Grover wanted me to be grateful so I'd babysit his apparently bitchy daughter. And most cops would jump at the chance of a two week vacation! I was going to have to keep that to myself. Others might get jealous.

I got out of the cab, then began walked up all the stairs to my apartment. I'm in such good shape because I almost always walk everywhere I go (excluding times like this when I'm about to drop dead from exhaustion) and I climbed the stairs slowly and made it to my door. As I went for my key, the door opposite opened.

"Hi Ellie!" said my neighbor Danielle Smith, who was usually called Dani.

She was also the last sex I'd managed to have before shit detail began.

Danielle was a college student, rooming with several other college students to save money. Months ago when she'd moved in, I'd had some thought that the pretty little blonde hottie next door was into women. She was from small town America, come to the big city for the first time, studying in college to try and make good and all that. I'd once saved her from freezing when she'd accidentally locked herself out of her own apartment in naught but her underwear and shirt. I'd invited her in so she could stay warm and enjoyed the view of her pert young body. I'd fantasized a bit about it afterwards.

After that, on a rare Saturday off, I'd run into her again and, after noticing the looks she gave me, decided to test the waters. She'd given all the signs of a young girl realizing she was into her own sex. I'd seen it before. So I'd gently coaxed it out of her, never rushing, never pushing, never being overly bold but being confident enough with just the right amount of flirtation and come-hither in my actions and words.

And it had worked.

The memory stirred me a bit, exhausted though I was. This little hottie was a quick learner and our one and only encounter had been a steamy one. I'd told her she could come over any time she wanted. She hadn't hit me up on that, to my disappointment, but I had to remind myself that she was new to all this too. It did take time to get used to. Especially when you're from a rural small town like Danielle is. Plus me getting a month and a half of night shifts had put us on opposite times. When I got home, Danielle was leaving for class. When I left, she was either working or studying. Mind you, if she'd have knocked on my door and asked if I wanted company, I'd have gladly brought her to my bed. But she hadn't.

"Ellie?" she asked me.

I started as I realized I hadn't responded. "Sorry Dani, I am a bit fried. I've finally gotten off the night shift."

"That's good," she said. She was wearing her school clothes. I wanted nothing more than to shove my hand down the front of her jeans but I was too tired to be so demanding. Besides, it might scare her. "So you're going to be home at normal times?" she asked.

That was a promising question. "Yes," I said. "I get a vacation coming up soon."

"You deserve it," she said. Then she glanced at her phone before looking back at me. "Well, I have to go catch my bus to get to class. Talk soon Ellie!" she waved at me before walking off.

"Hopefully more than talk," I said after she was gone. Then I went into my apartment and locked the door behind me. The shitty part about working nights is that I want nothing more than to go to sleep right now but if I do that, my night sleeping schedule won't break. And I need it to break if I'm going to get back to normal. Besides, tomorrow I have to begin babysitting detail for Grover's bratty girl. So I made a strong cup of coffee to wake my ass back up. Then after that I got on my treadmill and ran until I was about to fall over. Then I took a hot shower, made another cup of coffee, then went to my room to get clean clothes. As I opened my dresser, there was the dildo I kept and had last used when I'd hooked up with Danielle.

"Oh fuck," I said as it all came back to me and I instantly was soaked. And not from the shower! I grabbed the toy and jumped on my bed, remembering Danielle with me, hot hot she was, how well she'd eaten my pussy and sucked my boobs, how I'd rocked her world by showing her how women pleasured each other. My nipples were stiff and after rubbing my pussy while sucking on the dildo, I plunged into myself.

I could tell it wasn't going to take long. I was pent up after six weeks of night shifts and being so tired I couldn't even summon the energy to masturbate. I fucked myself good with my toy, moaning Dani's name, squeezing my own big tits with my free hand. I did this until I screamed into my pillow with a much-needed orgasm.

Then, before I could fall asleep and blow my whole plan of getting my sleep schedule back on track, I got up, cleaned my toy, put it away, got dressed, and forced myself to go out to get some pizza at my favorite place. Between the coffee and the orgasm, I was filled with energy and relief, so I kept the sleepy at bay until night time. The only thing that would have kept me up was if Danielle had knocked on my door. But she didn't. So I finally went to sleep and slept like the dead.

The next morning I went to the precinct and went inside. I changed into my uniform and then was summoned to Grover's office.

"She'll be here soon," he said to me. I mentally groaned as I was hoping he had reconsidered the whole plan. But no such luck. "Take no shit from her," he said to me. "She will test you."

"Having a cop for a dad must make her anti-authoritarian," I said.

"Between that and her teenage crap, she is troublesome," said Grover. "So take none of her shit. Especially if she thinks she can since I'm her dad and therefore your boss."

I nodded. I went out to the parking lot and waited by my cruiser today. She wasn't here yet, so I did the usual check of my car to make sure everything was all in top shape. I also turned the dashboard camera on. A heard a door open and close and looked up.

Grover was standing in the door way of the precinct parking lot as a girl walked up to me. This was Courtney Grover. And she looked like absolute trouble. Short black hair, fake tattoos, a denim skirt that was shorter than any father would ever want his daughter to wear. She had a leather jacket of her own, an Alice In Chains T-shirt, high heels, stockings, a purse over her shoulder, black eyeliner. Every inch of her told me she had a bad attitude. Even the way she walked told me she was nothing but attitude. "You're who I'm stuck with?" she asked me as she walked up to me in front of the hood of the cruiser. She'd be hot if it wasn't so obvious she was a righteous bitch.

"Yes," I said. Grover was watching but not reacting.

"So," said Courtney in that bitchy 'I'm-always-right' tone that is so deplorable. "Here's how it's gonna go," she declared. "I'm riding shotgun. I'm going to do what I want, when I want, how I want," she lit a cigarette as she talked and blew the smoke in my face. "And this," she held up her phone. "Will be recording every single thing you do. You fuck with me bitch, and I'll post it and end your fucking career. I'm the boss and you're a cunt that'll do what I say. Clear?" She stepped close and shoved me, with a defiant look on her face.

Never in a million years did I expect the daughter of Grover to act like that, no matter what he said. But now I understood what Grover meant. There was no reaction from him at all. So the ball's in my court? Fine. And for those of you who know me you know I tolerate no one ever calling me a cunt. No matter who they are.

I smiled at her bitchy face, then seized the cigarette holding arm and slammed her down onto the hood of my cruiser, promptly putting it in a hammerlock. She screamed in pain. Still no reaction from Grover. So I spoke to her now.

"Listen here, you fucking little brat," I snarled. "You just walked up to a cop and shoved her. My dash cam caught all of it! That's assaulting a police officer! I can cuff your bitchy whiny ass right now and throw you in lockup! And the fact that daddy over there isn't lifting a finger tells me he'll let you sit there!" Courtney looked at Grover, who didn't react. "Exactly," I snarled again. "Now, here's how it's really going to go. You will not smoke in my car or around me!" I snatched the cigarette and threw it away. "You will not record, photograph, tweet, text, Facebook, Intsagram, Blue Skye, or what fucking ever else there is with this phone while in my cruiser!" I took her phone and pocketed it. "And if you fuck with me again, I WILL throw your ass in lockup! You understand me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she said in a panicked voice.

"Do you understand me?"

"Yes!"

I let go and let her up. As she glared at me now I glared back. "First rule of being tough honey. Don't talk tough if you cant back it up. Now get in the car and be thankful it's not the backseat!" She sent Grover a glare but got in the car, slamming the door.

"Two weeks!" I said to Grover. "Or it's over today!"

Grover sighed. "I agree. I never thought she'd go like that."

"It's her alpha dominance bullshit. Seen it before from boys and girls. I'll take care of her. Or you'll find her in lockup." He nodded and I got in the car and drove out.

It was another two hours and three traffic tickets I handed out before she spoke to me again. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Apology accepted," I said. "But my promise to lock you up stands."

"I know," said Courtney sulkily.

"Why did you want this?" I asked her as we sat in traffic.

"Because I knew it'd piss my mother off. The only thing she hates more than how I dress is the thought of me being a cop."

"I'd ask why that's so important but I remember being a teenager, when pissing off my parents was something I cared about." I sighed.

"You don't know what I go through," she said.

"Then tell me please. Help me understand."

"What did my dad tell you?"

"Grover only told me that you are being difficult and he doesn't know why."

"He thinks I'm being difficult because I don't want to go to fucking college!" she said irritably. "My mother doesn't want me to be a cop. And I don't want to be one either! No offense."

"None taken. It's not for everyone. Why don't you want to go to college?"

"I hate school I dropped out of the fancy Catholic private school the tried to put me in. The dress codes were awful. I'm not religious whatsoever and I like sex. So naturally that is a problem for them."

"Understandable," I said as we got through the red light. "Let me guess, your dad doesn't like you having sex either?"

"He's a Irish practicing Catholic. What do you think?" she actually laughed and was starting to sound less bitchy. That was nice.