The two police officers watched as the short black prostitute leaned into the passenger side window and seconds later withdrew with a handful of cash and prepared to get in the car.
Sergeant Gillian Anderson ordered Joe Dupree to pull up and bust her. He would rather have just let it go, so would most of the guys, after all what harm was she doing? But not Sergeant Anderson, that hard ass bitch was so ambitious she'd book anyone to up her arrest record. Especially if they were black and especially Jazz.
Jackie "Jazz" Moore saw the cops pull up just as she was getting in the car.
"Oh fuck."
She exclaimed, when she saw that it was that young redheaded bitch booking her again she spat on the pavement and called her all the names she could think of under her breath.
"Got something to say Jazz?"
Asked Gillian mockingly as she handcuffed the whore and forced her into the cop car.
"Bitch, this is harassment , must be three times you busted me this month"
Spat out Jazz as she slid into the backseat, her micro-mini skirt riding up and giving the police officer a clear view of her shaven pussy. She couldn't help but stare at it.
"Like what you seeing Red? You can lick it for a ten."
"I don't think so, you really should reinvest some of your 'earnings' in panties Jazz."
Jazz just shut up and fumed in the back as she was driven to the station , dreaming of having that stuck up red headed bitch on her knees begging to service her. Oh for that chance, thought Jazz. Gillian meanwhile, smirked, she hated women like Jazz, especially as she was black, Gillian had a real dislike of other races.
Gillian was extremely attractive. A curvy, sexy, 28 year old redhead with the prefect figure for her frame - big bouncing breasts that started arguments as to whether they were real or fake and a nice, curvy ass that all her fellow officers loved to see walking past. Facially she was almost beautiful, with clear blue eyes and very bright, shoulder length, red hair that she normally kept tied up on her head under her cap. Obviously, in her police uniform the effect on men was dynamite .Nearly all her colleagues had tried it on at one stage or another but she had rejected them all, leading it being spread around the station that she was in fact a lesbian. She wasn't, she was just so focused on her job that she left no time or energy for having someone in her life.
She had joined the force nearly a decade earlier and had steadily gained the respect , if not the admiration of her colleagues - she wasn't real likeable. She just liked busting people, she liked the power it gave her over people. She was going places, she was young, ambitious and willing to do whatever it took to get to the top.......
SEVEN YEARS LATER
It had been a long hard haul but finally Gillian had made it to the rank of Commander, there were only two men with more power in the force in the city than her. In fact she had just recently been co-opted on the narcotics board as a ‘Drug Czar' for the city. Her ascent to such a lofty position had not been without casualties. She had taken every shortcut she could, trodden on every hand on her way up the ladder, even gone to the lengths of ensuring convictions with less than honest means, such as planting evidence and outright lying. As could be imagined she had created her share of enemies and people that would like to see her fail on the way, but as yet she had remained bullet-proof in her career and had the reputation of always coming up smelling of roses.
It was a Monday morning that the nightmare started. Gillian was opening some mail on her desk and contemplating all the tasks she had to get done at work that week, not actual police work but things that would advance her career that bit further, she really was that single-minded. Ripping through the letters at a quick pace with her silver letter opener and just as quickly binning anything that didn't look like it would aid her career, she came to a sudden stop as the next thing in line was a jiffy bag marked "PRIVATE & CONFIDENTAIL: ONLY TO BE OPENED BY COMMANDER ANDERSON". It had few markings to distinguish it (indeed when she checked afterwards it hadn't been posted, there were no postmarks, nothing) and looked like someone had just taken a parcel along and dumped it straight into her in-tray. But why?
Her curiosity was peaked by the parcel, she rarely got ones and she tore the package open with her strong fingers to find a video tape drop out. It was unmarked and there was no letter or note with it. She got a slightly bad feeling about it and looked at it as if it were a hand grenade before shaking her head, it must be someone with anonymous evidence for her to watch. Still that was hardly normal.
Instinctively she closed the door to her plush office and put the tape into her player and watched as the big screen came to life. The screen was fuzzy to begin with and the white noise quickly annoyed Gillian until she turned the volume right down. As she headed back to her desk, rapidly thinking this was a waste of time, the screen suddenly focussed and voices could be heard.
The scary thing was that as soon as she heard her voice and the voice of her lover in police training college, Pete Davis, she remembered the moment with almost perfect clarity. As she watched the events unfold on the screen she recalled what was about to happen before it did, and as each minute passed her hand inched up to cover her mouth in dismay and her mind began racing through the possible reasons behind this.
Put simply Gillian had fallen head over heels for Pete. She was nineteen and her career hadn't become the all encompassing thing it was to quickly become. Pete had been a couple of years older and was daring and exciting and everything the young Gillian had not been exposed to during her life. It was so new for her, so exciting, and the sex had been mind-blowing and amazing for her. Pete had been a wrong one from the first and was never destined to make the police grade and he didn't, getting kicked out of the training college after six months or so for a whole catalogue of reasons. His leaving had forced Gillian to focus on her career but now watching him onscreen she remembered the few months they had dated.
He had been wild and crazy and just so filled with an animal magnetism that Gillian had never encountered before or since and she had been putty in his hands (especially to begin with) and that tape had been taken just days after they had first hooked up. She had never known that he had taped this, or any of their other times together, though looking back at some of the kinky stuff he got up to she wasn't surprised.
On the screen she watched herself (seeing how recognisable she was as herself she cursed but also had a faint flush of pride at how well she had kept her teenage looks and figure, her recognisable red hair another guaranteed give-away) dressed in just black bra , panties, stockings and suspenders, her pale skin showing against the dark fabric, move across a room, coming closer to the hidden camera and the figure of Pete, shown from behind on his bed. The microphone on the camera picked up perfectly Pete's demanding voice barking out.
"Come on Cadet Anderson, I want to see that sexy body of yours, strip for me, you sexy Bitch!"
Sitting in her office all these years later Gillian cringed at the words but cringed even further as she watched her past self smile, give a mock salute, and obey his order completely. What had she been thinking? Actually right then she knew what she had been thinking: what a big cock Pete had and how desperate she had been to get it inside her. Looking back she hated what she had been.
Onscreen Gillian started to strip off her black underwear to increasingly crude and suggestive comments from the man on the bed. Her bra came off to reveal her pert, firm breasts her nipples stiff with excitement. Her knickers slid off to reveal her well kept teenage snatch, a thin strip of ginger coloured pubic hair just about visible (Damn! Where had he got such a good camera?). Keeping her stockings on she sunk to hands and knees on the bed and crawled slinkily towards the camera, licking her lips in anticipation. For a moment she thought that at least her embarrassment might be somewhat mitigated as she got so close that despite the obvious sounds of her wet lips meeting his hard cock the camera angle meant little was actually visible. Then Pete turned to his side and dragged the sucking Gillian with him and it was clear she was sucking his cock down nice and deep. She blushed in her office watching what a wanton slut she was but knew in her heart it was only going to get worse. She wanted to stop the video and throw it away but she was rooted to the floor and just stood watching the drooling blow job continue on her screen.
On screen she took that cock for a couple more minutes before Pete flipped her over dominantly and spread her legs wide open at the perfect angle to see her sopping wet slit between her legs. He fingered her for a few seconds then had her lick her own juices from his hand. Then the worst thing, and she remembered doing it like it was only yesterday. Pete took out a small bag of white powder.
"Lifted it from the evidence tank at the station."
He announced. Gillian just lay there waiting for him. He emptied a line of it between her breasts and took out a rolled up banknote and sniffed it up from the soft crevice between her tits. Then he handed her the bag and she giggled as she sprinkled a line along the length of his hard dick and used the same note to sniff the powder up her nose before taking his cock deep in her mouth and licking and sucking the residue from his skin. The next twenty minutes of the tape consisted of the two of them fucking like rabbits and finally him spraying his load all over her face. She felt like such a slut watching it all these years later.
The screen suddenly faded to black and a message sprung up in big white letters.
"IF YOU DON'T WANT THIS TAPE FALLING INTO THE ‘WRONG' HANDS BE AT THE PUBLIC TELEPHONE BOX AT THE CORNER OF 4TH AND 12TH ST TONIGHT AT 10PM. YOU BETTER BE ALONE. OH, AND DIG OUT YOUR OLD UNIFORM, I KINDA LIKED YOU IN THAT."
It had to be blackmail! Someone must have found the tape (Pete had tragically died five years previously she knew), recognised her and decided to use it and her new position to get some easy cash or have her look the other way. The thing was, even as Gillian re-examined the envelope and tape for any signs or clues she knew that she would pay whatever the blackmailer wanted. She had worked too hard and too long to achieve what she had achieved and she knew that she had made enough enemies on the way up that if this was to ever become public then she would be finished in the force. Oh maybe at first she would just be demoted but she had made some pretty powerful enemies that would see to it she was ousted before too long. She couldn't have all that she had fought and lied and scratched for taken away from her. Not now she was so close!
So it was that that after a day of soul searching and debating with herself and her conscience that she finally made her mind up that she had to do it. She did indeed dig out her old beat Sergeant's outfit and it still fit her - just! Her tits were a bit bigger now and strained at the buttons of the dark blue top. She was tempted to take her pistol with her but decided not to risk it, she only wished that there was someone in the station she could trust, but she had chosen her path and how to travel it and that had precluded any friends. Besides from the way the tape had arrived and the tone of the note she was sure this was someone from the station at the bottom of this. She swore if she ever found out who it was she would destroy them.
*
It was cold and dark and the wind whistled down the street as Gillian pulled up across from the phone box. She sat behind the wheel and scanned the surrounding area carefully. Past the phone box was a bunch of trees and that led into a small park. She could see a bum limping along past the phone and sure no-one was waiting to jump her she stepped from the car. She was nervous, she had no back up, no-one knew where she was or what she was doing, this could all be a terrible mistake. As she slammed the door on her Cadillac the phone started to ring and she hurried across the road, but just as she lifted the receiver the other end went dead.
