Detective Roman

The loud hurrahing of the team made me slowly nod my head to acknowledge them as they clapped and cheered me on, I put my hand up and simply gestured for them to stop as they continued to ignore me and clap. I turned back to the flat-screen hanging on the far corner of the office floor as the latest news anchor recounted the details that our spokesperson had passed to her about the latest homicide. After a elderly couple went for a walk around the pond, they discovered a floating bag in the shape of a body, and that’s when the investigation started. 

To the newly employed men and women, it was hard to even find a motive but to me, it was an easy investigation. Fifteen years in the detective service held no filter and I believe I’ve seen the worse of the worse in justice cases, including predatory cases and even cases that went cold, and those were the worst. I felt a heavy slap on the back and looked at Eric Garcia, my boss, as he came to a stop beside me and continued to listen to the anchor as she finally spilled the last of the details to wrap up the investigation, I had found the truth in a breeze. 

I’ve been here too long…

Which means I’m getting too old…

Fuck, here we go again…

“Good job, Roman.” I glanced over at Mannie Kumar, head of the cyber-security, who was setting down a stack of filed papers on my desk, I nodded a thanks to her as well. 

The applauding settled, thankfully, and we were once more put back into a rush as Garcia’s telephone rung and he had to go answer it. I walked over to my desk and took a seat as I started to look through the files I had asked Mannie to provide for me, I immediately decided to push my personal objective aside as I grabbed my now-cold cup of coffee and tossed it in the trash, I rubbed my forehead as a migraine already started to settle. I went straight to the third drawer of my desk and grabbed my medicine, popping my pill swiftly before leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes with a light groan. 

It was peace among the buzzing of my surroundings, the light chatter of a cyber bullying scheme the cyber-security team was momentarily investigating, the talk about the latest investigation that was now closed, and even the talk about dinner plans. All those things blended together in that moment, a soft whisper and the sound of paper shuffling, and just as it blended, it immediately separated when a pair of hands touched my shoulder. 

“Feeling old?” A deep raspy chuckle followed the question as the hands dug deeper, and I was grateful.

“Definitely, and what’s a man rubbing another man’s shoulders?” I retorted, still leaned back in my chair but I peeked an eye open at him.

“That’s gay.”

“Ricky.” Both Simon and I said in unison. 

Ricky simply shrugged his shoulders as the ones listening around us laughed and I could only shake my head and even release a little chuckle myself, everything was simply gay to him and it seemed to always be the most stupid things. He was the goofiest of us all and no matter the mood, he always brought laughter to the conversation and he was definitely the life of the party when it came to late nights out with the team. 

“You watch too much porn.” Chelsea said, making everyone chuckle once more as Ricky simply pursed his lips to the side and stared for a second before nodding. 

“Anyway,” Simon said, causing a little more laughter to escape us, “let’s go for drinks, like for a celebration.”

Simon stepped back as I reached up and rubbed at my head, thankful that my medicine was already starting to kick in as I thought about his offer, I didn’t like to go out for drinks but maybe staying out a little late won’t hurt. Then again, I shouldn’t. But maybe I should… get to know the new people a little better.

“Oh, what the hell.” I shrugged, taking a deep breath as instant regret filled my head… I need to be at home. 

Chelsea smiled as Simon whooped before stepping back while Ricky looked at me in complete awe, they were shocked I actually agreed to take a night out with them, and Mannie only looked on in confusion until it dawned on her. I was a loner and that’s how I liked it, I didn’t go out with friends to have drinks, I didn’t go to events for the public, and I sure as hell didn’t mingle. I hated being out if it wasn’t for work circumstances, and they knew that the most because whenever it was a Friday night, I’d turn down their offer to go out for the night.

“Rare?” She asked Simon, who nodded.

“He’s a fun-sponge.” Simon said, making me roll my eyes as I rose to my feet to make another cup of coffee.

“A huge one.” Chelsea continued, making Ricky nod his head as he twirled his pen between his fingers.

“Not tonight though, it’s a real celebration.” Simon smirked, throwing his arm over my shoulder. 

           

           

The smoke of cigars were heavy as I laughed at Ricky telling the small group about how I attempted to ruin his birthday party plans, it was an attempt because I definitely ruined them after throwing a temper tantrum about the strippers dancing on me. I picked up a peanut and cracked the shell as Chelsea laughed harder and beer spilled out of her nose, making half of us crack up laughing and the other half grimace in disgust, I couldn’t do shit but choke on my peanut. They laughed as I coughed and Ricky smacked my back to help me out, I shook my head as I took a sip of my beer and cleared my throat, flipping Isaiah the bird as he laughed at me choking, I think he got tipsy off one shot. 

“Remember when Chelsea did that shit in front of Garcia?” I chuckled, remembering the way Garcia reacted.

“Man, he almost shit bricks when he saw her spray like a geyser.” Simon chuckled, making us laugh as the ones here at the time remembered.

“That’s before he went and stuck a stick up his ass.” Chelsea sighed, shaking her head in disdain.

“He didn’t stick it there, lieutenant did.” Ricky reasoned. “Man, they butted heads like hell in the beginning.”

It was crazy how time flew… I was at the tender age of twenty-three when I had first entered the agency and I remember the boss at the time tried to turn me away because he thought I was some weird kid trying to be nosy. 

I had met Simon Miller the next day and damn, how he’d grown so much since he sat me down and talked to me because he was twenty-five and been working there a year ahead of me, I had grown beside him and he was like a brother to me before anything else. Simon was only an inch or so shorter than me at six even, his bright blue eyes seemed to only glow after all the years of shit we went though together, he was stocky built from constantly going to the gym with Friday nights being an cheat day for him. His dirty blonde hair sat all over his head like he forever had a hungover and he was a good looking man, pulling any and every female that caught his attention, he always had it like that. 

Two years later, Ricky Scott popped up and was given a seat in the rookie circle and even now, his thick ass bifocals was still the butt of all our jokes and as we aged, they only got thicker. He was twenty-six when he first came to work with us, and now he was around thirty-five with a graying goatee that he kept trimmed, he had shaved his head prematurely but it didn’t damage his appearance. Ricky was obnoxious from the beginning with no filter in his sentences and that was what made him so cool to hang around, as he didn’t give a damn that the lieutenant was standing beside him while he berated the boss at the time. Ricky chocolaty skin was just as rich as it was all those years ago with his deep brown eyes slightly dulling behind his thick glasses, he was almost six feet in his work boots and now rocked a brass ring on his finger, he was a tied down man with two teenage girls and a beautiful wife he’d met through a dating app. 

Thirteen years passed before Chelsea Hall appeared and even she agree that she was a total bitch when she started to work with us, it was only right that we showed her respect but she took it as us saying she was a weakling because she was a woman on the team. We tend to protect her the most because we all saw her as a little sister in the family, she had only returned to work a few months ago after her maternity leave had ended. Her beautiful baby boy was a sprouting joy that she happily framed on her desk, her boyfriend was watching her son tonight so she can have some time out with the gang. Her looks were fresh back then, her hair was was brown with blonde peek-a-boo and now at the age of tender twenty-six, she was still rather fairly new but she was around enough to know about me like the rest.

“Damn, time flew.” Simon said, looking between us as I nodded immediately to agree. 

“Yeah, felt like only yesterday we were chasing down the pizza robber, remember that shit?” Ricky asked, and it immediately sparked laughter from all of us.

“That jackass was a slimy motherfucker.” Chelsea said as we continued to laugh.

“Man, we all thought I was fired after that.” Ricky chuckled, causing us all to nod again.

“Shit, we thought we were all fired.” I corrected. “

How the hell you let a pizza guy escape with a tv the size of Narnia

!“ I mocked our old boss and we all laughed at the reminder.

“That shit was hilarious and scary at the same damn time.” Simon chuckled, taking a swig out of his beer.

I nodded, reaching forward and grabbing another peanut to crack open as I took a drink of out my mostly-untouched beer while listening to Chelsea talk about her baby boy, and it was refreshing to listen to. 

“… spit up a lot, so we switched him to soy.” She was saying to Ricky.

“Shit, I bet he’s just like your ass, a geyser.” Simon chuckled and even I laughed at the imagery.

“Hell yeah, it just flies every-fucking-where.” She laughed, making me smile at the thought.

I was nearly forty… two years away from it to be exact and that was what made me so fucking uncomfortable, Simon hadn’t settled down but even I knew he had someone on the back burner he was hanging around a lot. Ricky had settled at the age of tender thirty with his wife and children and even he said married life wasn’t as good as single life, but he had someone to wake up and sleep beside everyday. 

Chelsea wasn’t married and said she didn’t ever plan on marrying but her and her boyfriend had been together since she started working at the agency with us, and he had popped the question numerous times, and she’s still turned him down. Everyone around me had someone, and then it was the loner… alone and hating the world for not giving me what everyone else had. I took a bigger sip of my drink and looked over as a small commotion caught my attention but it didn’t seem to catch anyone else’s at the moment, and the sight made me groan on the inside. 

I hate birthday girls.

I sat my beer down on the table and watched on as a petite frame giggled and leaned against the counter, and I was thankful she at least didn’t go toppling off the bar stool, she wasn’t trying to be flirtatious or even a bother to anyone but she had obviously drunk too much. I turned my head back to the conversation before glancing over at her while making sure she didn’t become a victim of a predator tonight. I then glanced around the area to see if anyone else noticed what I had, she was completely wasted and pretty much prey to anyone in the shadows looking for a good night. It wouldn’t be long before one squeezed its way from the shadows to prey on her, it wasn’t my business, I was off duty and trying to enjoy a night with my friends but the thought sickened me.

Now I’m irritated…

You’re supposed to be enjoying the night with friends, not babysitting some drunk little gi-

“You good, man?” I shot Simon a questionable look until it dawned on me that he was talking to me.

“Y-Yeah, just… give me a minute.” I growled in frustration as I rose to my feet.

“There he goes… being a fun-sponge.” Chelsea said, shaking her head as I ignored her and made my way over to the bar.

The closer I got, the more I noticed that she was completely wasted off her ass, I got a good look at her when I was close enough and she definitely didn’t look old enough to drink, she barely looked over twenty. Her hair was in long braids and pulled into a medium-sized bun atop of her head, her eyes were a vibrant hazel with make up and lash extensions glued to her eyelids, her cupid-shape lips parted as she downed a new shot the bartender gave her. She was a very tiny thing, I noticed as I was now standing beside her, and upon me coming to a stop between her seat and the one beside her, she finally noticed me advancing on her as I didn’t acknowledge her.

“Water.” I ordered for her, tapping the top of the bar in front of her as she giggled and swayed slightly.

The bartender rose an eyebrow at me as he cleaned a cup for his next customer, and that only irritated me more and even disgusted me because being a detective makes you realize possibilities are endless and people wear a mask everyday.

“I said water.” I repeated while grabbing the flap of my black peacoat and moving it aside for him to better get my point across.

Upon seeing my badge, the bartender nodded slowly and turned to fix her a glass of tap water as I stood beside her and waited, he then sat the glass before her and finally looked at her to see that she had laid her head on the bar top until her glass of water arrived and she perked up and went to grab the glass. She wore a cute tiara and a birthday-girl sash around her body as she started to dance in her seat as a song came over the speaker, forgetting the glass of water until I scooted it closer to her so she would remember it was there.

“I want more vodka.” She whined, making me shake my head in disdain at her behavior.

“What he says goes, sweetpea.” The bartender said while gesturing to me, making her pout at him.

“But it’s my birthday.” She continued to whine at him, making him smirk a little as he nodded.

“I know.” He replied, winking at her before going to serve another customer.

She turned to me and perked up as if she just realized I was here, I was so unimpressed that I couldn’t even look at her because she disgusted me like any other drunkie would, even her dazzling smile didn’t lighten my mood.

I fucking hate birthday girls

.

“It’s my birthday.” She giggled to me, leaning slightly closer and I could smell the vodka all over her breath, it’s like she took a bath in it.

“Oh really,” I said, glancing at the birthday sash, “ I didn’t notice.“ I said sarcastically.

She laughed at my comment, obviously finding it funny. “I just turned twenty-one!” She said while clapping eagerly.

She just turned legal…

She just

fucking

turned legal…

“Well, you can wake up twenty-one in a cell , yeah?” I grunted.

It seemed the young lady needed a rude-awakening to the fact that she is now an adult and there is a such thing called public intoxication, it’s what she deserves for being irresponsible so soon. The girl was probably only an hour into being twenty-one and was so shit wasted that she didn’t even notice me flashing my badge to the bartender, and she didn’t seem to understand what the bartender was hinting to her.

“Yes, but I don’t know where it’s at.” She said, looking confused as I could only sigh and shake my head as she thought I was talking about her cellphone. “Are you an officer?” She asked cheekily, blinking at me in an odd manner.

“Come on.” I said, fed up with her already. “Let’s take you in for public intoxication, shall we?”

“Oh… that’s not fair.” She whined, poking her bottom lip out at me innocently. “I’m not that drunk.”

“Really?” I chuckled in a mocking manner. “Stand up.”

She giggled and slipped from her chair and I quickly grabbed her to keep her from hitting the floor as her black Lita boots connected to the floor, and indeed she was probably only a few inches under five feet, a tiny thing. I grabbed her up against me as she grabbed onto my button-up and even popped a button loose, her head found my upper torso as I shook my head in even more disgust. Why do people do this in public? It’s stupid. It’s unsafe. It’s… it’s the reason bad things happen to them.

“Did she come by herself?” I asked the bartender as he came to grab the untouched glass of water.

“No, some other chick that was older came with her but that girl left with some guy.” He informed me, shrugging as he glanced over at her while she continued to stay latched to my shirt.

“Great…” I muttered, turning and carefully leading her toward the table where the team was watching from a distance. “ I’m gonna drop her off with the night sheriff.“

“Told you, hand it here.” Chelsea said before taking a sip of her beer and holding her hand out to Ricky, who rolled his eyes and plopped a twenty dollar bill in her hand with a groan.

“Hi.” The unnamed girl giggled to Chelsea, who smiled at her innocently.

“Come on, man, the girl’s just living a little.” Simon tried to reason, making me look at him in a moment of awe that he said something like that, was he serious right now?

“You’re kidding me right? I’d rather not have her fate on my conscious.” I huffed as I held her by the waist now.

“He’s a fun-sponge.” The girl slurred to Chelsea, who laughed at her comment while nodding.

“We tell him that all the time.” I rolled my eyes before looking at Simon again with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine, that’s your decision.” Simon said, shrugging and taking another drink of his second beer. “Just remember, we’ve all been young once and we never get to be young again.”

“He’s right, we’ve all got shit-wasted in the wrong places.” Ricky said. “Mine was at a golf tournament.”

“Baby sister’s thirteenth birthday party.” Simon chuckled.

“Oh, that’s not shit compared to getting wasted at a ball in Ireland.” Chelsea chuckled. “But that’s not my story to tell.” She laughed.

“She shouldn’t of gotten this wasted in the first place,” I finalized my decision,“ I’ll see you guys tomorrow.“ I said, turning away while making sure I had a good grip on the drunk stranger as she stumbled a little.

“You mean Monday.” Chelsea sing-song to me.

“Right…” It’s my weekend off. “See you Monday.”

I carefully walked the girl out the door as she stumbled along, giggling and clutching to my shirt, causing a few more buttons to pop loose as we made our way towards my car so that I could take her to the right destination… only thing, my car is almost half a mile away. I held her tightly as she sung in the worst tone ever and giggled along for the walk until I simply couldn’t take it anymore and put my hand over her mouth to hush her temporarily.

“You can stop singing whenever you’re ready.” I informed her before removing my hand from her mouth.

“ -I GOT NEW RULES, I COUNT THEM! I GOT NEW RULES, I COUNT THEM!

MOVE BITCH, GET OUT THE WAYYYY! GET OUT THE WAY! GET OUT THE WAYYYY!

SHAME ON ME, TO NEED RELEASE- “

“Whenever you’re ready.” I reminded her in a heavier tone as I covered her mouth once more. “And I don’t think those are any lyrics that go together.”

“Are you sure?” She asked in her slurred tone, her eyebrows knitting together curiously.

“Fuck this.” I muttered, flagging down a random taxi to take me to my destination, I’m starting to feel tipsy just smelling all the vodka on her. “You smell like you bathed in vodka.”

She gave me a cute giggle. “I did… he spilled it alllll over me.” She laughed. “I got free drinks alllll night, and he said he’ll take me home too.”

I felt sick to the stomach with realization that the bartender had tried to prey on her, as I said, everyone wear a mask everyday. It be the people you’d never think would do something so desperate that does it, a teacher can wear the face of a murderer while a dentist can wear the face of vandalism or a bartender can wear the face of a rapist. I took a heavy breath while trying to calm myself, he had tried to get her drunk on purpose and the others would of let her just probably go home with him, she would of been another statistic… luck was on her side that I decided to come out tonight.

“Get in.” I ordered, opening the taxi back door.

I held the door for her as she climbed in on her knees, crawling to the opposite door and I immediately looked away to avoid the sight of her wearing no panties, I even caught a glimpse of her beneath her dress but I didn’t want to make it seem like I did. Her bodycon dress was skintight, barely below mid-thigh and her crawling nearly let me see all of the glory I could for one night, I’m not a pervert. I’m not a pervert. I’m not, I swear it.

“Where to?” The taxi driver asked, glancing back at us as I shut the door after entering.

I blinked while realizing that maybe in a sense, my friends were right about the fact that we all got wasted in stupid places before. I wanted to beat myself up for being weak in this moment as she leaned her head on my shoulder and started to obnoxiously snore, her giggling let me know that she was faking. After giving him an address, I looked over at her as she perked up and looked out the window to watch the many crowds and buildings passing by, she was in awe.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“Alaina.” She smiled, giggling a little before burping softly. “Oh, and vodka is good.”

“No, it’s not.” I replied, fixing my peacoat while deciding to hell with my button up. “You’re gonna have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

“Don’t say that, I don’t wanna go to hell.” She whined, pouting at me as I just shook my head at her, but it made me smile a very tiny smile because she didn’t know what exactly I was saying.

She’s drunk off her ass.

“What’s your name?” She asked me back, cocking her head a little.

“Derrick. Derrick Roman.” I informed her, sitting up and fixing my peacoat once more.

“Hi.” She said, leaning close to me as the taxi jerked a little and only seconds later her face turned and she quickly tried to move away from me in time.

It was useless… vomit… vomit covered me and her… all over…….

ew.

I sat in complete shock as the taxi man hollered while continuing to drive us to our destination, it stunk of the worst of the worst and I’ve smelled a very decayed body before, and this is just wrong… it’s just bad. So damn bad. Bad, bad. Lord forgive me. 

“And here,” I said, throwing in an extra fifty dollar bill as I handed the taxi man his money, “for her mess.”

He wasn’t happy but he snatched the money anyway as I shut the door and looked down at my vomit-soaked clothes before looking at her and the wretch covering her body as well, she’s just as bad as Chelsea. I walked over to the entrance of the building and walked her straight to the elevator, I repeatedly pushed the button while glancing around before urgently stepping inside and pulling her on with me. I looked over at her as she leaned against the decorative wall of the elevator with a gloom expression, clutching her stomach as she stood with her eyes closed, she wasn’t feeling well.

The elevator came to a smooth stop on the fourth floor and I grabbed onto her again as she stumbled before releasing a soft throaty moan, I glanced over at her just as she stumbled again. I caught her and decided bridal style will be easier until we get to where we’re supposed to be, I lifted her and couldn’t help but frown in disgust as a little of her drying vomit from her dress stuck to my chin.

“Here we are.” I whispered, lowering her back the ground before grabbing my key and unlocking the door.

She stumbled inside and I quickly caught her from behind before thinking about how very wrong this position was, and the large mirror near the door of my hotel room didn’t help but make it more noticeable.

“Sleepy.” She moaned.

“You need to shower before you lay down.” I reminded her and she seemed to suddenly remember what happened in the car and fucking giggled, yeah… fucking giggled.

I walked her to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet, I took her shoes off first and looked at her small feet before glancing at the tag in her shoe, she wears a size six, her feet are as tiny as she is. Her dress was next and I put a very professional face on as I unzipped her dress after removing the birthday sash and even I would be lying if I said her body wasn’t beautiful. Her breast was very busty that even the dress was not be able to contain them, her hips were thick and elegant and her thighs were almost irresistible… professional thoughts only!

Get your mind together, D, this is for a shower.

I turned the knob of the shower as she sat naked on the toilet with her head leaned back against the wall, she giggled suddenly as I looked at her in confusion before realizing she was looking below my waist.

“You’re sticking out… hard .” She emphasized, staring at it.

Fuck me. Hard .

“Ignore it, I’m a man.” I reasoned, checking the temperature before helping her to her feet. “Come on, inside now, I’ll take your clothes to the laundr-”

I was cut off by her slipping in the shower and I went down with her, I grunted as we collided and she squealed as I squished her, I quickly sat up as the water poured down on us and while she was nude, I was still dressed… thankfully. My hard-on seemed to only come more alive as I stared at her with wide eyes, I hadn’t been in this position way too long and she wasn’t making it any easier as her nipples pointed straight to the ceiling now.

I looked at them before quickly looking away as I tried to get up but only slipped on her once more, crashing down and she squeaked again before trying to wiggle from beneath me. My slacks now clung to my body, my shirt doing the same and showing my figure more thoroughly, I reached up and pushed my dark brown hair back, the gel had since long washed away. I tried once more, raising myself and quickly moving away from her as she turned on her stomach and tried to stand up, I quickly stopped her.

“Wait, does anything hurt?” I asked her with concern, I seriously hope I didn’t hurt her diminutive ass and she simply stared at me in her drunken haze, unfazed. “Guess not, okay. Get up slowly, wash up… I’m going to go wash our clothes, I’ll be right back.”

She did as I asked, which I was thankful for because I couldn’t watch her closely, or I’d be sleeping with a very raging hard-on that already didn’t seem to do anything but embarrass me, I cleared my throat and stepped away as she stared to wash herself up. I looked down at my clothing and grunted in disgust as I remembered I also had gotten splashed in her upchuck, nasty.

I stripped off my clothes and dropped them near hers on the floor before grabbing a robe out the closet of the hotel room and slipping it over my nudity, I sighed before grabbing all our things and putting it in a plastic bag to carry to the laundry site. The hotel, more of a condo, was made perfectly and I would kiss the architect’s forehead if the person was here because there was a laundry room on each floor.

Grabbing the plastic bag of soiled clothes, I cracked the door with the latch before heading to the end of the hallway where the small laundry unit was waiting for me. It was almost two in the morning so there was no surprise to me that no one was around, and I was glad because I could imagine myself right now. My solid ass in this tiny robe that was probably meant for a female but that’s for another time, I was completely nude and not to mention the small… but not so small , situation in my groin.

I leaned against a wooden table and worked on calming my dick as it sat a little too proudly and ready to do damage, I looked down at it and couldn’t do anything but groan because it wasn’t happening, I was hornier than I thought. I should handle this before it gets out of hand, but of course in the glass box they call the laundry wasn’t a good idea, I’ll have to wait until she gets out of my hotel bathroom.

Finding waiting restless, I headed back to the room and entered to find the bathroom completely empty with the water still running, where the hell did she go? I felt panic as I quickly rushed to where the beds where and stopped at the sight of her sprawled naked above the sheets. I averted my eyes immediately and took a deep breath as my dick only throbbed to remind me of my options, that can’t be an option, she’d drunk and that would be rape because she can’t tell me no… and she can’t tell me yes.

You’re a sicko.

I took a deep breath and cleaned the ugly thought as I took the chance to shower next, I entered and turned the water back on before removing the robe and tossing it over the sink. I climbed inside and could do nothing but slump against the wall as my balls ached and warned me to take care of my hard situation, and that’s exactly what I focused on.

I grasped myself around the shaft and a groan immediately escaped my throat as I moved my hand to the tip, stroking myself with my eyes closed as the vivid sight of… her, popped into my vision. I tried my hardest but it was useless to the point I gave up on trying to reach a climax because my mind did the simple thing of reminding me that it wasn’t possible, there was no way someone like her would want someone like me, we were from two different worlds.

I played with that in my head, it was a cruel reminder and it seemed to weaken my arousal as I soaped myself before allowing the shower head to rinse me, after three times, I turned the water off and stepped out the shower. I grunted as I realized I didn’t have anymore towels to dry off in the bathroom and slowly peeked out the door to see the drunk stranger had now changed positions. She was sleeping with one leg hiked to her hip and the other still laid flat, it made her much more viewable from a distance and I hated it because the fire was back and burning just as bad as before.

I quickly toweled myself down with the same towel she used because I couldn’t find another and dressed into a pair of pajama pants to wear to sleep, and my luck, I had only

ONE

fucking bed. Just a nice King sized bed that was meant only for me but I was now sharing it with a stranger. I glanced over at her as she still laid above the covers but I was accustom to sleeping beneath mine, meaning I would have to wake her. I gently shook her shoulder and she immediately popped her head up eagerly at me like I had pushed a power button on her.

She’s good at faking sleep after all…

You’re still a sicko.

It’s not like I want to fuck her…

But you do.

“Get under the covers.” I told her gently, raising them and watching as she did as I asked without any bantering or comments, and I was thankful.

After such a long day, all I ask is for a little rest. I settled under the sheets and stared at the ceiling in silence as the dead of the early morning nestled in my ears, blinding into one sound with the crickets of the night and the sound of a television outside of my room melted together. I closed my eyes and sighed tiredly as I laid on my back, digging deep to find relaxation as she laid quietly beside me but I could feel her eyes watching me closely in the darkness.

I’ll be the one that really goes to sleep, and I’m sure she’ll follow. I laid unmoved as I focused on my breathing so it was slow and deep in the way it would be if I was truly asleep. As I did this, the bed shifted slightly and it took everything in me to pretend to still be sleeping as I assumed the young lady beside me was getting into a more comfortable position to sleep as well.

Instead, she only continued to shift around more until I realized she was slowly scooting under the sheets. I peeked an eye open and looked to see her entire head was beneath the blanket and I stayed froze as I tried to contemplate what to do. I had never been so frozen in one place before, was it because I wanted to do her in all the wrong ways?

Was it because she had sparked my interest in the wrong way?

She’s beautiful in all the right ways.

That doesn’t matter, she’s drunk, I’ll be just as bad as them.

Even if she’s more willing than you?

My thoughts were sucked away at the feeling of the hottest, wettest suction on the tip of my dick and I nearly buckled up from the bed as she wrapped her mouth around me. A deep groan followed through my parted lips as her mouth lowered around me more and it was pure bliss as her tongue slurped out and slide along the side of my shaft, she was obviously skilled. I blinked in disbelief of the pleasure she was providing as I moved my hand under the covers to stop her but as my hand laid nestled in her hair, I hesitated to pull her powerful mouth from my tip as her tongue teased it.

This is wrong.

“W-Wait…” I grunted but still couldn’t find the strength to stop her.

This is so damn wrong.

Her mouth left me soon after I spoke and it was a dead pause as I tried to find the right thing to say and it was as if she realized I wasn’t about to say anything to her importance, her mouth returned with a vengeance. I couldn’t do much but shudder in pleasure and disbelief as her tongue lapped me perfectly and her mouth sucked me to a unbelievable bliss, I didn’t want her to stop.

Her mouth rose to my tip and spit slobbered down to my base as she rose off and pushed the covers back from over her body. Her gorgeous body was all I could see as I reached forward without a second thought and cupped her breast, I knead them as they sat some perfectly in my large hands, so soft and squeezable. I licked my dry lips as I dropped my hands to her waist while she moved up my body until she straddled my waist.

This is wrong.

“We can’t…” I forced out, grabbing her hips tighter as she started to rock her hips against mine, almost daring me to stop her.

“Why not?” She asked in a more sobering tone than the previous one. “I always get horny when I drink.”

“You’re too drunk to tell me you want me.” I replied in honesty. “It’ll be rap-” She put her finger to my mouth to hush me and moaned as my grip loosened and she started rocking her wet pussy against me.

“I want you.” She moaned with a pleading expression, still rocking herself. “Please… pretty, pretty please.” She was so seductive as she spoke, her eyes low as she stared at me with pure lust.

I hesitated as I stared back at her, I wanted her just as bad as she wanted me but I was afraid of how she would see me? What if we had sex and then she woke up regretting it? I gulped nervously as she stopped rocking against me and patiently waited for my next move, she really wanted me.

“I-I want to but…” I told her, hoping she’d understand without me finishing it.

“I’m sober enough to tell you I want it too, give it to me… please.” She continued to beg and she was so persuasive, so damn persuasive.

I growled as I rolled us over and hovered over her, I didn’t let a pause go by as I buried my face against her neck and started to suck and bite her there, cupping her breast as I humped her eagerly. I looked at the hickey already taking formation on her chocolate neck with satisfaction as I rose up and slipped down to her wetness, and the way her fluids dripped onto my sheets were extraordinary.

I buried my face there and slurped right at her clit as she squirmed and arched into my mouth, I slipped a finger inside her and stared up at her as she threw her head back and moaned loudly, not caring who heard her and for some reason, I didn’t care either. I was so damn horny I started grinding my dick against the covers as I ate at her wetness, slurping her delicious juice into my mouth and tasting her sweetness until I couldn’t wait anymore.

I sat up again and lined my hard dick up with her hole, watching as her lips opened to let me access to her glory as her legs spread for me. I sunk in slowly and nearly screamed my head off at the feeling of her soft walls clasping me tightly, her insides were just as amazing as her oral skills. I pushed all of myself inside of her, right to the hilt and she squeezed her walls tighter, causing me to shutter in desire as I didn’t wait for any further instructions and started to pound her insides.

Her moans and squeals were music to my ears as she wrapped her arms and legs around my body and held on for the ride I was giving her, her cries only grew louder as I focused my thrust in the direction that made her cry the loudest. I felt my climax growing as I showed her beautiful pussy no mercy, pounding into her ferociously as she took it like the champ she was and clawed at my back with screams of pleasure.

I was sure she would wake the whole floor but I didn’t care as I sat up and pushed her legs all the way back, it felt like I stepped outside of my body as I fucked her with might I never knew I possessed inside. She started to only get louder as she arched her back and came with a big squirt that drenched my sheets, and I followed suit with a loud yell that caused my throat to hurt right afterwards. 

I opened my eyes and quickly shut them as they burned from the bright sun, I cupped my eyes and slowly opened them while glancing around the hotel room to see that it was empty, making me groan lightly. What if it was all a dream? Maybe that’s what it was, I lifted the white comforter and saw the stickiness around my dick, a wet dream, that’s it. I rose and stretched my back, I felt like I was floating as I sat in the bed without really knowing what time it was.

I glanced over at the clock and quickly rushed to get ready for the day, I quickly showered and dressed in some exercise clothes. It was heavy on my mind, even thought it was just a dream, I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing that dream felt… how real it felt. I walked with my mind elsewhere, my mind was actually racing with so many questions about last night and it was like I had no answers, I didn’t even drink anything heavy last night.

“What’s up, man!” I looked up as Simon waved at me while standing near the gym entrance.

I gave him a simple wave as I moved closer to him, I sighed as he entered the gym first and I followed swiftly while glancing around to see how packed it was. I followed Simon to where he was starting his warm-up stretches and started mine as well after plopping my exercise bag down beside his. I started by doing arm stretches as Simon counted for both of us, and then we moved to leg stretches. I took a spot on the floor and stretched my back slowly, I felt way less energized than usual and that was not normal for me at all, and Simon immediately noticed it.

“Long night?” Simon asked curiously with a raised eyebrow.

“No, what happened anyway?” I asked, hoping that Simon will help me let me know if I was dreaming last night or if it really happened.

Simon looked at me in confusion for a moment while stretching to his left foot. “You took some drunk girl to the station.”

“I did?” So, it was a dream… good.

“You were supposed to, I’m not sure what the hell you did.” Simon said with a deep chuckle. “You left your car at the bar though.”

I groaned in irritation that I didn’t get the right answer but he was right, of course he wouldn’t be sure because he wasn’t there. I had taken a taxi home, so that means my car would still be parked where it was last night and I needed to go get it.

“You think you can take me to get it?” I asked him, but I already knew his answer.

“Yeah, man, I will.”

“Thanks, man.” I said, raising to my feet and starting to do twenty high knees.

It was finally Monday and I was thankful because I finally had something to do in my miserable life, I was going to be able to bury my face in files all day and keep my mind from wondering to the thoughts in my head. Since that night, I’ve been jacking to many imaginations of her, whoever she really was. Her name was Alaina and that’s all I knew about her, that’s what irritated me the most and then she up and left like it was a one-night-stand. I couldn’t let my friends know that I took her home and she gave me the best sex I ever had, I wish I knew where she was so I could see her again.

Your dick was lame, she was disgusted…

Shut up…

I rubbed my forehead and pushed the negative thought aside to focus on reading the file open on my desk, I sipped my coffee slowly as I spotted Ricky entering with his backpack thrown over his shoulder and a bag of donuts in his hand. I declined his offer when he gestured the bag of donuts to me, I was never a sweet-tooth person after the age of twenty-five unless it was sugar in my coffee. I took another dragging sip of coffee just as I stamped the file and swapped it with another one that I hadn’t viewed yet, I nearly dropped my cup at the smiling face staring at me. It was a sign, this had to be nothing but a sign.

Alaina’s bubbly brown eyes stared back at me as she smiled in the picture attached to a extremely blank file sheet, she had no criminal background. I eyed the file closely and caught sight of her address, I had no reason to pop up at her house… would this be abusing power of my position? I could get in serious trouble by doing things like this, so I fought the urge and stamped the file before swapping it with another one. I wanted to put her file aside from the regular pile. I decided to not do anything that could jeopardize my job and checked over the next file before stamping their background check to say it was approved by the precinct.

“Good morning, boys.” Simon said as he entered the door and I looked up to address him just as paused and let someone slip into the precinct also.

The person paused at the entrance and my heart dropped in my chest as I mentally asked God, why was he doing this to me? I was having butterflies as soft brown eyes met mine and they locked instantly, their hair was thick and curly as it sat on top of their head with a headband holding it from their face. The morning was slightly chilled so she had wrapped a scarf around her neck and bundled up tightly to fight the cold wind blowing, it was nearly winter time and it was the best time of the year for me.

I don’t need anymore signs… I get it… but why?

I said mentally to the higher power as I walked around my desk, Alaina’s gaze was one of embarrassment as she slowly walked toward me and I walked a little faster so that the others wouldn’t be in ear shot. She gave me a tinder smile that looked forced as I stared at her in disbelief, she had come to my job in search of me this morning but why? I was hoping things between us wouldn’t get rowdy for the others to hear. I glanced back to see that Simon and Ricky were peeking at us, I blocked Alaina’s view from them quickly.

“How can I help you?” I asked her nervously, ready to jump into a hole if things went south the moment she opened her mouth.

“I wanted to thank you.” Her voice was melodic to my ears and I nearly lifted her in my arms to lay her down again, if you understand my desires.

Her eyes suddenly peered to the left and I glanced back to see Simon had leaned back in his chair to be able to see our lips, I shook my head with a chuckle before pulling her down the hallway of the restrooms and Mr. Garcia’s office. I leaned against the wall as Alaina came to a stop before me, she looked just as beautiful from that night of her birthday.

“For?” I asked, wasn’t sure if she was talking about the bar scene or the room scene.

“Not taking me to jail.” She said softly before taking another heavy breath that told me she had something else to say. “I want to repay you, can we…”

“Do it again?” I asked her, shocked as my eyebrows raised eagerly.

She chuckled. “No…”

“Oh… I’m sorry.” I whispered as I mentally cursed myself for assuming that she wanted another round with me.

“Well… maybe after some dinner?” She asked with a small smirk on her face, the innocent expression was long gone now.

“Sounds fun, tonight?” I asked.

I was stepping out of my element to go with Alaina, a complete stranger but this dinner would be perfect to get to know her, and I could learn so many things about her and see exactly what she does in her spare time.

“I’ll be free.” She smiled. “Thanks again.”

She paused as she started to leave, her smile fell a little until she leaned forward and I leaned forward as well, quickly capturing her lips as part of me was still in shock that this was happening. Perhaps all these years I’ve looked, I was just looking in the wrong places? Is that possible? I watched her walk away while wondering exactly how I was going to see her, I got her address though and I had memorized it for any reason that I needed to come see her.

This was happening… this was actually happening…

  The End...

What happens next is something I leave to your imagination.