Vice Cop Ch. 02

were not especially happy for her with her choice of work, but she did not care. The Chief of Police held her in the highest esteem and she had already garnered a sort of fandom. She had rescued both men and women from gun-wielding and knife-wielding thugs, she had arrested drug dealers, child abductors and other kidnappers and long held the honor of the toughestyet most good-hearted woman cop in the Big Apple.

She walked toward her small kitchen and turned on the lights. She turned on her phone answering machine. The first message was from her mother, asking for money. The second was a voice she could not make out at first but then she recognized it as belonging to a man she had met at

a jazz club two nights ago, a young black man named Rodney. He was very good looking as she recalled but he seemed to be the sweet-talking playboy type and she wanted none of that. The third message was another man she had met, this time while at a police man's ball on a boat, a white man, who was possibly in his late 40's or perhaps even in his fifties, with dark blonde

hair and a strong build. He told her he was an architect and had worked on many additions to buildings in New York. He had asked her out on a date. She had not said neither yes or no but she felt that she did not want to go out with him. Something about him made her uneasy. It was possible he was married and wanted a fling. Her mother had always warned her to stay away from the sexy older men looking for a young plaything.

As she sighed and sat down on the couch, she wondered just whattype of man she would most like to fall in love with. There was a man, an ideal

man somewhere out there for her, a man who would mean everything to her. He had to be a big man in every sense, and one whose heart was just as

big, a man unlike any other. She realized that if she put him on a pedestal and idealized him too much, he'd never become a reality. So far, however, she had not met any man that had captured her heart. Or had she?

Hudson had gradually come to occupy her thoughts. In a subtle way, she had memorized his face, his muscles, his mannerisms, his voice. She would close her eyes and he would be there. She felt an instant tingling sensation, like tickling, in her intimate parts. How had he managed to make

her want him like this? No man had done that to her. She realized it was unbelievable, considering the fact he did not like her being a cop, and was either jealous, insecure or too much of a sexist to even appreciate what she was doing. He should not be in her mind, he should not figure in her fantasies. He had not proven himself yet. He had only proven that he was a macho guy who did not want her around in the force. And still, she thought of him and longed for his embrace, much more than his embrace.

Lexa suddenly felt dirty, as if literally dirt had been thrown over her. Hudson had been a sort of quiet jerk. Yet, she wanted him bad. She walked

to the bathroom and she decided she'd have a nice, slow bubble bath. She had recently bought scented candles and she lit them, their glow warm and bright. She ran the bath and slowly stepped into the tub. The night air was hot, uncomfortably hot, or maybe it was she who was becoming hot and sexually aroused. She closed her eyes. How to purge herself from this feeling? How to find release from her sudden sensual bombardment?

Closing her eyes, she envisioned Hudson, in uniform, powerful, authoritive, sexy, with his short black hair glistening as if it had been polished and he was wearing dark sunglasses or shades, adding a coolness to him. She was completely nude and he had her handcuffed, as if he had just arrested her in this condition. He was breathing down her neck and arousing her,

physically guiding her down a dark hall and into a bedroom. She felt as if she were watching a porn film from the 1970's. On her hair was an afro, and a long pearl necklace hung on her neck and dangled over her breasts. The film looked dated and the color was somewhat faded.

"Public nudity is your thing, huh?" Hudson said to her, his voice heavy with lust, as he stared at her up and down.

"Officer please," she heard herself say in a voice that was definately not her style, "please lemme go. I ain't done nutin that nobody

waz complain' about. Come on, offizuh, gimme break."

"Shut the hell up, bitch," Hudson roared, " you broke the law now you're gonna pay. But there's nothing wrong with a little fun before you

go to jail. In fact, if you do what the nice officer says, you can get away with it scot-free."

"What, what do ya want me to do, offizuh?"

"Well since you're already in the nude, and there's a big bed right there, why don't we have a little fun."

"No, please, offizuh, offizuh -"

"Do you want to go to jail, bitch? Huh, do you?"

"No."

"Alright then. Just do what I say. On the bed. I'll handcuff you to the brass posts."

She complied and she tried to relax, but she was whimpering and sobbing.The bed was in the middle of the room in the semi-darkness, and there was no

furniture to be seen. A small window was visible and red lights from the city hummed and glowed, casting a small reddish glare into the room. She was on the bed and Hudson handcuffed her to the posts. She was sprawled on thewhite sheets. The bed looked dirty, used. A music, funky, hypnotic, played and it was getting louder. Lexa knew she could open her eyes and stop this wild fantasy from being finished but she did not want to.

"Spread those legs for me, yeah, that's it, like that," Hudson said.

He began to take off his uniform, quickly, briskly, and it fell to the floor. He looked so huge, his 40 inch chest heaved with his breathing and he had a matt of hair on it. He was nude and his cock was becoming erect. She looked at it

and became hysterical. It was melodramatic and not her style but she realized fantasies were often about doing something never done before or behaving quite differently than in real life. And that's why it turned her on beyond belief.

"I'm a good girl offizuh, I was just parading nude for a cause, to make a point at the university - "

"Didn't you hear me say shut the fuck up. So besides being a nudist youre a god damn dirty hippie? Finger yourself now, you heard me.

Take your fingers and fuck yourself for me. I'll take off those cuffs for a moment. I gotta watch this."

Crying, she began to do it, quickly, her nimble fingers sliding in and out of her hairy pussy. She was writhing and moaning, sweat pouring

down her forehead. She began to bounce on the bed as she did this. Hudson licked his lips as he observed her while she masterbated. It was

forced, and she did not seem to like it, but the erotic intensity of it wassurging through his veins like lava and making him very aroused. She

threw her head back, producing breathy cries and moans, tears flowing down her cheeks. It went on for a few minutes, her fingers digging inside

her wet, tight pussy. She was having an orgasm and Hudson's cock became bigger.

He put the handcuffs back on her and he was now on the bed with her. He took her fiercely by the neck, as if he was about to choke her. His breath was again on her neck. She threw her head back against him and slowly arched her back. He took her by the hips and slid his cock into her pussy from behind, doggy style. He grinned.

"That's right, moan for me. You're mine, you hear? Mine. You're my fucking bitch now."

He thrust his cock into her, using his hips to grind against her behind. With each thrust, she became more and more responsive, though she was

still in a state of wild frenzy, as if she were being violated. His balls slapped against her and she felt as if she was being hammered and drilled. His cock was huge and it hurt as he delved it deep into her pussy. He took her by the

neck and kept his hand there as he fucked her hard, his thrusts increasing in speed. The slapping sound echoed in the room and she was crying in mixed pleasure and pain.

"Oaahh, offizuh, offizuh," she cried out, her afro nearly falling off.

"Call me Hudson. And now brace yourself. I'm not done with you."

She was wet and her body was coated in sweat. Hudson removed his dark sunglasses and she finally saw his face. His eyes were burning with

malice and erotic flames danced in his pupils. She cried out, as if horrified and tried to leap out of the bed, but she had forgotten about the handcuffs.Hudson took her by the arms and kissed down her neck and then armsin a passionate and strong manner, using his tongue. Downward he went,

his mouth laving her flesh and his hands now on her pussy. He covered her wet pussy in his hands. She writhed against him.

"You're so tight, baby."

He fingered her quickly, much more intensely than she had done to herself and he was grunting and breathing hard, matching her own panting. She was cumming in no time, owing to the intensity of his fingers fucking her pussy. She screamed suddenly as he clenched his hand into a fist and inserted tha fist into her pussy. She felt as if she would black out...........

Lexa had been fingering herself in the bath tub and became aware that it was past midnight. O, God forgive her. She wanted Hudson like she needed

oxygen. But she could not let him know. He'd find some way to belittle her. He'd use it against her. O, why did she want him so? She finished her bath and was tired and ready to fall asleep, hoping not to dream of that man......

SIX

Damn. Damn her, Hudson thought, as he tossed and turned in bed. He had just awoke in the early morning hours after having another intensely

sexual dream involving Lexa. He could not get her out of his mind. She was figuring in his dreams at night and in his thoughts during the day.

He was just glad he never got to see her on duty. It would make things very difficult for him. Something else he was having a hard time dealing with was the fact she looked so hot with her uniform on as she did wearing anything

else. That uniform fit her body tightly and showed off her body just as the sequin gown she wore to the concerto had. This woman was too much.

He wanted to stop thinking about her. It was just an infatuation, wasnt it?

He pushed thoughts of her aside as he shaved and brushed his teeth. He looked at the small clock on the bathroom sink. It was five fifty.

He might as well get up and get ready for his day. Kyle had been promoted and was going to become a vice cop. This surprised Hudson because it meant he had not been progressing as well as he thought he had. Kyle,who was shy but dependable, had already achieved a position which Hudson had always dreamed of. Kyle was assigned to work within New York City and he had been one of the cops interviewed on TV along with Lexa with

the Mayor.

Damnit, what's wrong with me, Hudson thought. Was he so distracted by Lexa that he was not even doing his own job right? Suddenly while looking

at himself in the mirror and visualizing Lexa next to him in the nude, he felt all of a sudden a feeling of frustration. Enough. He was going to talk to Lexa and tell her just how he felt. The date had gone bad. The Professor must have

known it too. Neither of them had said much and he had slept during the concert. He decided he'd tell the Professor he preferred other types of girls, like ones that were not cops.

He would tell Lexa that he felt he could not stand it anymore and needed to leave the force. Maybe he'd go to Miami, where his Uncle Vittorio,

his mother's brother, was now living. He had bought himself a nice home by the beach, married a woman and was apparently living it up. He wanted

to see if possibly Miami, Florida was the perfect spot for him to become a vice cop or even better, a bounty hunter, depending on his progress. Yes, that was the solution. If he was down south in Florida, far from New York and Lexa, he'd

forget about he soon enough and she would not fill his dreams or thoughts. Maybe he'd find a nice girl in Florida that was not a cop...........

His day was pretty much the same. Too many cars parkedin handicapped zones when the driver was clearly not disabled, too many speeding vehicles, too many suspicious looking youngsters here and there,an unleashed dog and his owner who was careless, a woman dressed in a micro miniskirt and tight top and too much makeup indicating that she was a hooker and so on and so on. How he managed to put up with dullroutines he felt was explained by his love for serving the public and helping to uphold the law. But something else was driving him. Hudson waited for the day he could do something uber-heroic and make news. He'd catch a big-time jewel thief, a Mafia icon or hit man for the Mafia, or a deadly assassin. He would catch a psychotic serial killer. He longed to be more than just a cop in a car in a dark blue uniform. He wanted to be a sort of bounty hunter

or secret agent. All of these ambitions were fueled by his imagination as a young child, owing to the stories both his father and uncle told him. He wanted to be the heroic man who rescued the damsel in distress, he wanted to be James Bond, always slick and smooth, always saving the day and defeating the enemy.

As he pondered the seemingly hopelessness of his situation, he spotted a male Hispanic, dark hair and brawny, collecting money from a blonde girl he could not see clearly. He was also giving her a bag of what looked like cocaine. O, brother, here we go, thought Hudson. Another pimp and prostitute and their drugs. He pulled over and sounded the car alarm.

"Do not attempt to flee, stay where you are," he said over his loudspeaker.

But the blonde girl darted down the street and escaped. The bronze-skinned man remained on the street, none too pleased. Hudson stepped out of his car and approached him. He had a mustache and dark curly hair that looked like a sort of cap on his head and he had some warts on his skin. He looked to be about forty and plus. His eyebrows were bushy. He smelled of nicotine.

"You're under arrest. Hand over that bag and was that young girl who just ran off, she your hooker?" Hudson said.

"Look, man, I'm not a pimp. Yeah, she does that stuff but I'm not her pimp. I think she does it for kicks," he said in a heavy accent.

"Oh, is that so? And how would you know that? What were you doing? Were you her john then?"

"Look, I was selling her that bag of cocaine. I hate cops so that means I hate you. You can arrest me if you like but I can promise you

you won't keep me locked up for long. You don't know how powerful I am."

"You talk a big deal, now hands behind your back. What's your name, son?"

"Leo. And I'm probably the biggest arrest you'll ever make.Trust me, man, you haven't seen the last of me."

SEVEN

When he arrived at the station the next day he ran into Kyle and Lexa. They were both having their morning cup of joe and talking, smiling. Uggh. Both of these together. They had already outranked him in some way. They both looked at him and smiled as he drew near. They were standing

by their parked cars in front of the station. The skies were grey and cloudy. A chill nipped the air. Typical cold New York morning. Maybe in Florida he'd wake up sweating and that would be nice, to wake up sweating from heat and not sexual heat provided by fantasies he no longer wanted to have, of Lexa.

"Morning Hudson," Kyle said, "how are ya, buddy? You look like hell. Not able to sleep last night?"

Lexa looked at him. Hudson sighed and looked at Kyle coldly.

"No, man, just had to fight off bugs on the bed," he said, "listen, did the Chief mention anything about my last arrest? I was going to hear from

him because he mentioned going to his office but he didn't bring it up again. Did you see him yet?"

"No. He hasnt said anything about you. What arrest?"

"This drug dealer. Name of Leo. A Columbian man. He's been imprisoned.He's a notorious in Columbia. They call him Diablo Rojo, Red Devil.

He covered up for his drug empire by his other job - coffee business. He has many supporters in Columbia, including some government types.

Corrupted types. The Chief was proud of my catching that guy but thereis concern that he -"

"Oh, that guy!" Kyle said.

"If it's the Leo I heard about in last night's news," said Lexa, "then he's escaped. No sooner had he gotten to the prison that he somehow made

an escape. He killed a few officers that tried to restrain him. He got on a private plane and they say he's in Miami where he has a house and where

he distributes the drugs."

"I need to talk to the Chief," Hudson said and walked into the station. .........

EIGHT

"Yeah," said the Chief, " this is the guy we're looking for. New York Police can't do a thing about it now unless he has the nerve to show up in the city again. From what we have heard, he's hiding somewhere in Miami, eluding the authorities. Banach, I've spoken with the Mayor and he has this great plan for the benefit of our officers. A select number of cops will move on to "vice cop" position. Kyle has already been selected but he opted to stay in New York City, on account of his new girlfriend. She was in here a minute ago, getting coffee. Ah, here she is.

Miss Candy Spears."

Hudson's eyes nearly fell of their sockets in surprise. It was the blonde vixen, the Canadian girl whom he had danced with at the club quite some time ago, before he ever me Lexa, who had given him oral pleasure in the alley near the club. She was wearing a strangely conservative

blouse and long skirt, with jacket, and she was wearing glasses. She looked beautiful but something was not right. How could she be Kyle's girl? How had they even met? Hudson knew he had no right to feel so jealous or possessive of this girl. The blowjob had meant nothing and he had no claim over her the way Kyle did as he was now her boyfriend. He was just filled with the sense that there was something suspicious and dangerous about

this girl who had obviously done a dirty deed with him and now was looking like a librarian who wouldn't dream of giving a blowjob to anyone.

"I'm sorry for interrupting," she said, her eyes on Hudson, "Kyle told me that I might find Officer Banach in here."

"That would be me," Hudson said.

"What do you want, my dear?" Chief said to her.

"I have information regarding the Leo fellow. He is in Miami. He is living in my sister's boat house. They're lovers. My sister has no idea about

his being a drug dealer. I can take you to him."

"My God, this is great. What a small world. But why didn't you tell Kyle? Why does Banach have to do this," Chief said.

"Kyle told me he was the man for the job. Kyle has not been feeling well. He hurt his knee playing tennis with me a few days ago. He's been too proud to admit he got hurt and has been coming to work and hidden his injury."

"I see. Well, Banach, you and this girl ought to get moving. If you come back with this Leo we'll have him in a New York state prison and you'll be promoted to Vice Cop."

Lexa walked into the office. "Hudson," she said, her voice firm, "we need to talk.".............

They stepped outside the station and were standing in front of his car, which owing to the fact too many cars had filled the lot, was parked on the street near a grove of trees and the side of a freeway. The skies were grey and the air was

chilly.

"Hudson, what is your problem?" Lexa said, her cocoa eyes fixed on him.

"Pardon me?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

"You seem to have a problem with me, " she continued," It's been going on since I arrived at the force. You gotta let me know what you're feeling."

"What the hell are you talking about Lexa?"

"Cut the crap, Hudson. You know it. I know it. You have an issue with me being a woman and a cop. You met me at Professor Goldstein's home and you had on a different face that first time. Then when you saw I had joined the force, you began to avoid me, you had this look in your face like you were walking on hot coal."