Chapter 5
Eve was getting hornier and hornier-and braver and braver-as her new-found life as an obscene caller went on. She looked constantly for new sexual thrills and new kinds of sexual partners through her nightly calls.
One night not long after fucking Ron Adler, she was running her finger down a page of her telephone directory when she hit 'Police Dept.'
Suddenly she sat bolt upright. What a gas it would be to call the cops and start talking dirty! she thought. The more she thought about it, the hotter she got. She couldn't resist the idea of telling a cop she'd like to lick his balls.
In no time at all, she found herself dialing the number.
"Police . . . Sgt. Ridgeway . . . may I help you?"
"Hi, Sergeant," she drawled softly. "How would you like me to lick your balls and suck your cock nice and slow tonight? Then maybe you'd like to ball me afterwards ..."
"Who's calling, please?"
"My name is Denise, and I'm a very hot pussy. Why not come over after you're off duty? I can make you very happy. You can even eat me if you like."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm a married man," the sergeant said. "And I have to remind you that using obscene language on the telephone is a federal offense."
"Oh, Sergeant . . . you wouldn't report me, would you? Of course, if you were my jailer, it might be fun. I could give you a nice blowjob every day, and I would fuck you till your badge melted. I've got a forty-inch pair of tits and a thirty-inch waist and forty-inch hips. How would you like to get into something like that and fuck hell out of it?"
Without letting her know, of course, Sgt. Felix Ridgeway had signaled Patrolman Roger Spencer to monitor the call on some new sophisticated equipment the department had just received for just such emergencies as this.
Spencer put on the headphones. Using a series of complicated mathematical applications, he could-given enough time-zero in on the exchange from which the call was made and, eventually, narrow it down to one of only a few numbers. If he knew the exchange right away, the time needed to trace a call was cut substantially.
The key was to keep her on the phone.
"Well, now that you put it that way," Ridgeway said, "I don't know whether I could refuse. It's very, very tempting. Where is your apartment?"
"I can't give you the address, Sergeant. I'm sure you understand. But it's not far from the Convention Center. Could you meet me in the bar next door to it? What time do you get off?"
He scribbled 'Convention Center area' on a slip of paper and passed it to Spencer. It meant the call was coming from the four-four-six exchange. Spencer could zero in on Eve in about sixty seconds if Ridgeway could keep her talking.
"Well, we're not allowed to give out our duty hours, ma'am. What's the name of the bar?" He was stalling and hoping it worked.
Eve didn't give a thought to being traced. If the truth were known, she probably wouldn't have even dared. She really didn't think there was anything to worry about. Cops were men just like any of the others she'd fucked. She figured they'd like a good fucking, too.
"It's the Pink Pussy," she said with a giggle. "Nice name, eh?"
"Yeah, I know the place," Ridgeway said. "Got a big sign that looks like a vagina. Almost got closed down last year, but a judge let them off on a technicality."
"That's the place, Sergeant. Meet me there? What time?"
Spencer signaled that he had the number. He passed it to Ridgeway, who looked it up quickly in a directory on his desk, still talking with Eve to keep her occupied.
"I'm not sure, miss. Probably after midnight."
"But it's only eight o'clock now, Sergeant. Do I have to wait four hours to feel your cock?"
"Sorry, ma'am, but I won't be able to make it before that."
"Well, OK, if that's the best you can do. See you then." And she hung up.
"Great work, Spencer," the sergeant said. "I got the name. It's Eve Brownell. She lives at 2422 West 34th Street. Let's go."
Ridgeway had lied to Eve. He and Spencer were actually through work at eight p.m., and she had called just as they were leaving. It had been perfect timing for the cops.
They went to the parking lot and got into Ridgeway's car.
"Remember the last time we had one of these, Spencer?" the sergeant asked. "That broad couldn't walk for a week after we got through with her."
"I worry sometimes, though, that they'll turn us in," the patrolman replied. "It could get us in a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry. I've told you a thousand times-all we have to do is threaten them with arrest for making obscene calls. They're scared shitless of the exposure, to say nothing of the sentence they might get."
"Yeah, I know. I wonder what this broad will be like. You going to give her the usual?"
"Of course. Got it right in the back seat for use at any time. Never travel without it."
The ride to West 34th Street took about twenty-five minutes, and Ridgeway didn't spare the horses. When he got stopped in traffic at an intersection, he just turned on the siren and the cop on the corner opened up traffic to let them get through.
When they pulled up in front of Eve's apartment building, they jumped out and Ridgeway got a small leather bag from the back seat before they went into the building. The doorman said Miss Brownell lived in apartment nine, third floor.
"Anything wrong, officers?"
"No, just some routine questions. Stay cool."
"Yeah, OK," the doorman replied.
They rang for the elevator and went up. Ridgeway rapped on the door of number nine and waited.
"Who is it?" came the female voice.
"Police. Open the door, please."
Eve's pulse raced. What could they want? They couldn't know about the call. She hadn't given them the address or the phone number, and she'd used the name Denise, as usual.
She'd been taking a bath, getting ready for meeting Sergeant Ridgeway later, and was just toweling off when the doorbell rang. She ran to get a robe.
"Just a minute," she said.
When she opened the door, Ridgeway and Spencer couldn't conceal their delight at the gorgeous piece of ass standing before them. Long red hair, big tits bulging out of her tight satiny robe, green eyes, full sensuous mouth.
Am I ever gonna put it to this broad! Ridgeway thought as he stepped inside. Spencer was right on his heels.
"Hello, Denise," Ridgeway said with a leer. "We decided to make our appointment a little early."
"My name is Eve Brownell," she said, stepping back, frightened for the first time. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Oh, you understand, all right," the sergeant said. "We're here to take you up on your offer. You know, the one you made earlier tonight when you called me at the station."
Spencer spoke for the first time. "You must remember, Miss Brownell," he said. "The one in which you said you were going to lick the sergeant's balls and suck him off. Remember now?"
Eve panicked. She started to run for the phone. Ridgeway got there first. He clamped his hand over her wrist.
"Don't think of doing anything foolish, Miss Brownell," he said.. "You made an obscene phone call, and we will press charges against you if you do anything to resist us or report what goes on here tonight. Do you understand that? We will charge you with resisting arrest and anything else we can think of, understand?"
"But I never called you!" she protested. "I never made a dirty call in my life. How dare you!"
"Hey, Sarge, get a load of this." Spencer had the telephone book open to 'Police Dept.' and found that it had been circled in pencil. And on the desk, next to the phone, he found a slip of paper that read: "Sgt. Ridgeway-Pink Pussy-Midnight."
"How did you happen to write this if you didn't call me, Eve?" Ridgeway said.
Eve realized he had her by the short hairs. "All right . . . what do you want with me?" she said.
"You can start by showing us your bedroom," Ridgeway said. "We'll let you know the rest in there."
She walked down the hall and into a large room done almost completely in white-walls, carpet, bedspread, everything. The bed was a big king-sized job.
Ridgeway smiled. "Good, plenty of room for everybody in that one," he said.
Eve realized she was going to get it, but she still didn't know quite how and she couldn't help being apprehensive. The sergeant and his sidekick were being a little too cold and matter-of-fact about it -not really letting her know what was on their minds. It wouldn't be so bad if they'd just tell me what they want, Eve told herself.
"Okay, baby, let's get this robe off and see what you got for us," Ridgeway said.
He pulled on the sash and it fell open, revealing Eve's tremendous round tits and her bushy freshly-scrubbed and powdered pussy. Her gentle curves and perfectly formed ass and legs were enough to make both cops gaze in lustful awe as she let the robe drop to the floor.
"Oh . . . you're gonna be one hell of a piece of ass, sweetheart!" Spencer said.
"She sure as hell is!" Ridgeway agreed. "When we get through with you, you're going to know you've been had." He began ripping off his blue uniform. So did Spencer.
By the time they got down to their shorts, Eve realized she had a couple of real studs on her hands. Ridgeway was about thirty, a blond with a short-cropped brush cut and almost covered with soft hair all over his body. He had a square jaw, and his rugged face had the look of a tough ex-Marine. His blue eyes were deep-set, and his mouth was almost a straight line. His body was like a toolbox set on end-square and rugged.
He had a cock like a stallion. And as he dropped his shorts, it was hard and erect and ready for anything.
Spencer was younger-probably about twenty-five, Eve thought. He wore a mustache to make him look older, but his soft light-brown hair and a body almost devoid of hair made him look really young when he was undressed. He had rosy cheeks and gray-green eyes and a rather slight build.
But he was hung heavily and circumcised, which Eve liked, and it was like a rock when he finally finished stripping down. His balls were loose and hung like a pair of lemons in their wrinkled hairy sac.
"Onto the bed, Denise," Ridgeway said facetiously. "This show is about to begin." He picked up his leather case and unzipped it. He pulled out a vibrator dildo and climbed up behind her.
As soon as she was on her back and had her legs spread, the sergeant moved right to her crotch. With his right hand, he felt her cunt to see how wet it was. Eve hoped he would eat her or fuck her before he used the dildo, because she wasn't sure she could handle such a big thing until she was warmed up.
She didn't realize that Ridgeway wanted that. He hoped she'd be dry. That was his thing-ramming that big tool into dry cunts.
Unfortunately, Eve was not excited enough to have begun seeping pussyjuice. She was dry as a bone.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his eyes fixed on her red cuntal bush. He parted her cuntlips with one hand and held the huge dildo in the other. He flicked the switch and it hummed its lustful hum.
"Don't hurt me!" Eve cried. "Don't push that into me yet. Put some KY in first."
"Fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway replied.
He stuck its wide head between her dry cuntlips and rammed it home. It went into her to the hilt, and as it went in Eve felt every fiber of her soft young pussy tear and burn.
He ripped her tender cunt unmercifully as he jammed the hard artificial cock way up into her. It tore at her flesh and she screamed in agony, but he paid no attention to her pleas for mercy.
Spencer stood by the side of the bed watching the whole sordid affair. He was grinning obscenely as he stroked his long hard cock.
Eve thought she would pass out from the pain, hoped she would.
"Please, don't!" she cried. "You're policemen. You're supposed to protect people. I'll fuck you. I'll suck you. I'll even lick your assholes, but don't ram that huge thing up into me without any lubricant. You're killing me!"
"I already told you-fuck you, bitch!" Ridgeway answered. "You're going to get what we give you and you're going to like it. The sooner you realize that and shut up, the better it will be for you."
Eve realized she had no choice. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and prepared for a long agonizing night of satisfying the special sexual appetites of Sergeant Ridgeway and Patrolman Spencer.