Undercover Detective Ch 01

September 2010. Monday 20th

DCI Holly Amy Boston stepped into her new office with a sense of pride and accomplishment. She looked around the decent sized room and gently placed her cardboard box of personal things on top of the vacant desk. She was early. A sign of her eagerness to please and make a positive impression on her new colleagues. She pulled the mid sized chair out from under the large desk and sat down tentatively. A little high for her. She fumbled under the chair for the lever to adjust the height and found the right level for her long legs. Whoever had sat in this chair before was certainly tall compared to her meager five foot six. She was relatively short for a Detective Constable Inspector for the Metropolitan Police but she had made her way up through the ranks with her quick intelligence and her astounding ability to correlate different pieces of information into a semblance of cohesive irrefutable fact. A talent which she had used to solve a very high profile case and brought her to the attention of the Metropolitan Police from her rural station.

Holly unpacked the cardboard box with her personal items. A photo of her younger brother. One of her parents who had passed away some years ago and one last photo of herself and her boyfriend. A selfie of them taken by her boyfriend on a beach in Spain. A large mug with a witty slogan. A parting gift from her colleagues at her old station. "The only coffee I want in this mug is Irish." Holly liked to drink but not so much as to justify such a slogan. However, there was that one night just after Halloween where Irish Whiskey had flowed copiously and her behaviour on that night had caused much gossip and mirth for days afterwards.

Other small items were put away in the bottom drawer of her desk and she was just closing it when the office door crashed open.

"Hello love! You must be the new DCI! I'm DCI Chapelle from the office next door." The introduction was loud and brash and startled Holly a little. She rose out of her seat to shake the proffered hand and smiled in return at the tall, dark but not quite handsome man who stood filling almost the entire doorway with his huge middle aged frame.

"Pleasure to meet you DCI Chapelle. I'm Holly Boston but I'm guessing you know that already!" Chapelle smiled in reply and nodded. His hazel eyes drifted over her from head to toe. She had been visually appraised by men before but this particular gaze was a little intense for Holly. Perhaps it was just her imagination but she had learned to trust her instincts on such things. Still, it was just a 'look' and when she reflected on such things it was understandable.

Holly was pretty, bordering on catwalk model looks. Her height made her mildly voluptuous figure more pronounced. She would, in some circles, be considered top heavy even though she was 'merely' a D cup. Her bust was accentuated further with her tight fitting white cotton blouse. The grey formal suit she wore was flattering to her figure without being revealing. Her long blonde hair pulled tight into a professional looking ponytail would be severe on other women but on her it only served to reveal her natural beauty because she wore so little makeup. The piercing blue eyes seemed to hypnotise men and some women who chose to look deeply into them. Medusa herself would be envious of such eyes.

"Come on!" Chapelle beckoned her out of the office. "Morning Briefing is on the next floor up. We're early enough to get first pick of the croissants!" Holly shook her head slightly with a wry smile. Nothing easier to get someone into a meeting than to offer free food.

Holly and Chapelle were just about early enough to get one each of the last few croissants and a cup of tea from the machine just outside the briefing room. Introductions were made and she just about managed to remember several names but not all. It was a whirlwind briefing and before she knew it she was back in her chair in her office with a few others tagging along with her.

The shared office was still absent of the other occupant. Apparently DCI Merryfield would be back tomorrow. That gave her a little time to get accustomed to her new surroundings and get to grips with a very high caseload.

The rest of her morning was spent in a formal induction with the Desk Sergeant and then reading through a copious number of case notes left behind by her predecessor. Holly hadn't really given much thought to what had happened to the previous occupant of the chair in which was now sitting but the job opportunity had arisen and when it was suggested that she should apply Holly had jumped at it. Her previous commanding officer had told her in no uncertain terms that should she apply she was guaranteed the post. 'You've made the right impression on the right people' she was told. She didn't flinch at this as she felt she had deserved it but it was still a rare thing to happen when she had asked around about it on the quiet.

It wasn't long before lunch had come around and a couple of other detectives came knocking on her door to welcome the 'newbie.' Lunch was taken at the local Prét and pleasantries and brief personal histories were exchanged. Holly made her way back to her office thinking about what she would prioritize on her desk when she discovered someone sitting in her chair admiring one of the photos from her desk. She paused hesitantly at the door as she watched Chapelle looking closely at the photo of her and her boyfriend on the beach. Holly had paused because she was reasonably certain that he was rubbing his crotch as he looked at the photo. It was a fairly tame photo but she realized she was wearing a bikini in the photo that showed off her ample cleavage.

He seemed to be aware of her presence in the doorway and turned slowly to face her as he put the photo back. 'I was just admiring your pictures here' Chapelle said with a half smile and as he stood up Holly couldn't help but notice that he had a significant bulge in his trousers. He got up to leave but instead of waiting for Holly to move out of the way to allow him to pass, he pushed up against her. Pressing his groin against her firmly he looked right into her eyes and said in a low voice that was almost a growl "Excuse me." Holly knew then that Chapelle would be a problem for her as she felt his erection press against her tummy as he pushed past her in the doorway.

She was a little breathless after he had gone and trembling ever so slightly. Nobody would know that he had affected her in such a way except those who knew her well. She took a deep breath and returned to work. She managed to make some notes on one particular case that had caught her eye. She took off her grey jacket and spent the afternoon making phone calls and appointments with a few witnesses. Adding her own notes now to the existing case notes. It was official. With pen on paper she had made her mark on a London case. Holly hoped she had made her parents proud even though they hadn't lived to see this day.

As the day wore on Holly only realized the time when she stifled a yawn and was actually aware that she was one of the last in the station on this floor. One of the last but not the last. One of the others that were left made an appearance in her doorway. Chapelle.

He walked in and leaned against the wall behind her chair and asked how her first day had gone. 'Fine' was her response but she admitted to being a little tired now. His reaction was to step up to her chair from behind and place his hands firmly on her shoulders. Holly belatedly rued her decision to remove her grey jacket as she felt his fingers pressed firmly on her. Chapelle's fingers searching for and finding her bra straps through the thin material of her blouse. She unknowingly held her breath as his hands and fingers followed the edge of her bra straps down to her full breasts and he let out a groan of satisfaction mixed with pleasure as he started massaging her big, soft breasts.

"I have to say Holly that your tits feel a lot bigger than they look in your beach photo there." Another groan of pleasure escaped his lips as his fingers pushed towards the buttons of the blouse and undid them one by one.

His left hand moved back to her left shoulder as he pushed his right hand inside Holly's blouse and down inside the cup of her bra. His big strong hand massaging her left breast. His rough fingers finding her big nipple and tweaking it a little. "I'd never have thought that your nipples would feel this big or your tits feel this soft."

Holly was still holding her breath. Frozen. Unable to move. Unable to utter a word. Then his hand was gone.

She turned in her chair in time to see his presence retreating from her office. It was over. Holly knew that he would be back. He would be back wanting the same thing. And more...