Chapter 10
"Hold on everybody. Don't panic," yelled Linda. And for some reason the crowd heard and quieted down to listen. One of the cops came up and grabbed Linda.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" he yelped at her, grabbing her by the arm and slapping her bare ass.
"Pm the manager. Where's the arresting officer?" she stated with amazing calm.
The cop blinked, then yelled, "Hey, Sergeant, this broad wants to talk to you .. • she says she manages the joint."
A gray-haired cop in uniform stepped forward, smiling at the joke he shared with the rookie who was holding Linda.
"What can I do for you, Miss," he said to Linda with exaggerated, mock politeness. "Do you have a warrant for this raid, officer?" she stated coolly.
"Of course I do," snapped the sergeant.
"May I see it?" asked Linda with a smile. Everyone had become very quiet so that they could all hear what was going on.
Flustered, the sergeant reached into his pocket, pulled out the warrant and flashed it at Linda.
"May I see it?" she repeated. He handed it to her. Linda unfolded it and examined the name and address of the place. It was all there, and legally correct as far as she could tell.
If she felt disappointment and despair she didn't show it. Instead she smiled up again at the sergeant.
"Thank you, officer. I would like to ask that you let us all get some clothes on before taking us to the station. Frankly I don't think the police chief or the mayor are going to want publicity about this matter," stated Linda with calm authority. The sergeant tried to hide his surprise at her assurance. But he'd been in the police force long enough to know that there was always more than met the eye in some situations, and, especially in vice squad cases, it was best to be low-keyed.
He cleared his throat.
"If you people here give us no trouble, I can't see why not. But they'd better make it snappy."
Linda immediately took the floor.
"Okay, everybody get dressed and relax. We'll all be out of this in no time," she added with. perky optimism. There were a few groans from the terrorized businessmen in the crowd, but since there was nothing else to be done, everyone followed Linda's instructions.
"Are there any reporters downstairs?" Linda asked the sergeant.
"How would I know, lady?" he snapped back at her, obviously not used to a prisoner taking such liberties with him, but not knowing how to handle Linda's style.
"Well, again ... I think for everyone concerned, it would be best if this arrest take place discreetly."
The sergeant hesitated, not wanting to look like a fool in front of his men, but suspicious that Linda really did have something up her sleeve. Raids like this one were always a messy business as he knew from experience.
"The lady has a point," he announced to the cops. One of them sneered and quipped: "She sure does, Sarge," pointing to Linda's tits. The sergeant replied with a perfunctory smile and went on. "If there are reporters downstairs," he said to a cop at his side, "call for a couple of paddy wagons to wait for us down in back, and send the other ones away. Tell the reporters it was a false alarm," he added quietly.
"Yes, sir," replied the cop with professional seriousness. The raid had taken on a new twist.
Linda chuckled to herself as she was escorted back to the booth and got into her clothes. She had never thought it would be so easy. Herb had stared at her in sheer amazement, probably both at her calm command and also at- the revelation that she was the manager.
Clients and girls were escorted discreetly down the back stairs-all nine floors-and out the service entrance into two paddy wagons. Not a reporter or a bystander was present.
When the paddy wagons reached the station, everyone was filed out and put in the station lock-up. The men looked like the sky had just fallen in. The girls joked and were far more relaxed. Getting picked up by the cops was part and parcel of their trade.
"Oh, Sergeant," called out Linda as she was being led to the lock-up with the other girls. "Sergeant," she yelled at the gray-haired cop who was walking fast pretending not to hear her.
"Hey, Sarge. The dame is calhV ya," shouted a rookie. The sergeant stopped and turned. A look of peevish exasperation was on his face.
"Okay, move it along . . . Officer," he barked at the rookie, who turned red with confusion. "What do you want now?" he snapped at Linda.
"Can I speak to you privately for a second?" asked Linda with exaggerated etiquette.
"Sure, sure," groaned the sergeant. "Over here." The two of them stepped back into a corner near the door to the lock-up area.
"Sergeant, I think the Police Chief might be very interested in something I have to tell him. Frankly, if he doesn't get to hear it now, I'll have to tell it to the papers and the court. It could be a terrible mess. And I think he'd be very grateful to you in the future if you arranged to let me see him now before this case goes any further."
The sergeant's eyebrows arched as he listened to Linda, then as she finished, a crazy smile stretched his face from ear to ear.
"You don't say . . . Well, that all sounds pretty interesting," he added slowly as he became more serious.
"I can assure you that it's more than interesting," stated Linda firmly. "And it might very well make your career." The sergeant's eyebrows arched again.
"Well, I'll do this much for you. Give me a message for him, something short, and I'll give him a call. If he wants to see you, I couldn't give a rat's ass."
"Okay," she replied quickly, "tell him ... tell him that I know a marvelous plastic surgeon for removing raspberries from left ass cheeks."
The sergeant burst out laughing.
"Are you kidding?" he asked in between guffaws. "That's a good one."
"And that's the message, Sergeant," said Linda perkily and without a trace of a smile. The sergeant sobered up.
"Okay, I'll get to it in a minute. Now you just march in there with your friends, and I'll let you know," he added, stiffling a chuckle.
Linda was ushered by a cop into the girls' lock-up and the door slammed behind her.
"You got something on 'em, Linda?" asked the oriental girl immediately.
"You'd be surprised . . . and you can guess what?" replied Linda with a grin. The whole cell burst into uproarious laughter.
"Shut up in there," bellowed a cop from outside. But the girls kept on laughing.
"We should all be out free as the wind in an hour or so," announced Linda as they all tired of laughing." I know it's annoying, but..."
"Oh, shit, Linda, I don't know about the others, but I've been through a lot worse," snapped the oriental girl, tapping at the front of her black leather motorcycle jacket. The other girls laughed, and they all relaxed as if they were back in the lounge behind the reception area.
Fifteen minutes later the sergeant and a cop were at the door of the lock-up. As the cop turned the key, the sergeant said, "Okay, Linda, the deal's on."
Linda was surprised that he called her by her name, since none of them had gone before the desk sergeant. The police chief obviously knew a good deal about Cloud Nine.
"Thank you, Sergeant," she said politely as she left the lock-up.
"Good luck, Linda," shouted several of the girls after her.
"Shut up," bellowed the cop, slamming the lock-up door.
Linda was led by the sergeant to a police car waiting for them out front. He sat with her in the back while a good-looking young cop drove them over to police headquarters.
It was only a few blocks away since both Cloud Nine and the station house were all in the same main downtown precinct.
"The Chief asked me to do you the courtesy of not handcuffing you, Linda. You must really have something on him," winked the sergeant.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe," replied Linda coyly.
In a matter of minutes they were ushered into the Chiefs office. The sergeant said a few words to the Chiefs secretary, and in a flash they were ushered into the Chiefs office.
"That'll he all, Sergeant. Please wait outside," said a plump, balding man in an expensive, well-cut suit that took pounds off his looks.
"Yes, sir," saluted the sergeant, leaving with a silly grin on his face that only Linda could see.
"Now, young Lady, what can I do for you?"
Linda stepped forward and, unasked, took a seat in front of the Chiefs large mahogany desk. The Chief stared at her nonplussed, then sat down behind the desk himself.
"You did get my exact message through the sergeant," said Linda coldly.
"Why else would you be here?"
"Exactly. Would you like me to further describe your anatomy? Five inch uncircum-cised penis. Little red hairs on your ass. Not to mention that marvelous, almost hearts shaped birthmark you have on the left cheek of your ass . . . But you already know that one."
As Linda spoke the Chief of Police turned pale, picked up his pipe and tried unsuccessfully to light it in his nervousness.
"Yes, I guess I do," he said finally, beginning to blush now. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and held it clutched in his fist. "But this action was ordered by the mayor himself," he added, now mopping at the perspiration on his forehead.
"Oh, that's no problem," stated Linda succinctly. "The mayor has only one ball and a few other interesting physical characteristics. I suggest you give him a call."
A nervous grin began spreading across the Chiefs face.
"You don't say," he said picking up the phone. "Get me the mayor's office. Tell them it's an emergency."
Within minutes the phone rang.
"Yes, Stanley, it is an emergency. I think a terrible mistake has been made about the Cloud Nine business. There's a young lady here who tells me you only have one ball," announced the Chief with obvious relish. Linda could hear silence, then an hysterical, static-filled voice pouring out of the phone.
"Yen ... I agree it was a ridiculous mistake. I can't imagine why you thought it necessary," continued the Chief to the spluttering voice at the end of the line. "Of course I can get it dismissed. There'll be talk, of course. No way to stop that. Twenty officers were sent on that raid, you ..." For a split second Linda thought the Chief would say: "you old fool," but he hesitated and said: "you know. There's nothing that can be done about that now." Linda heard a loud groan at the other end of the line.
The Chief hung up the phone and turned to Linda.
"I have to hand it to you, you're a smart one. Ever think of joining the force?"
"Never," she snapped back at him, feeling her power. "And I'd like you to announce that everyone should be released at once. There are some rather important businessmen locked up at the station house. You should all behave more carefully. Really," she added in a huffy voice.
"I can't understand what possessed the mayor," said the Chief apologetically. "But how did you recognize us with those masks and all?" he asked perspiring again.
"A little birdie," quipped Linda, thanking Joe silently for coming by one day and pointing out both the Chief and the Mayor through the booth window. "Any way, you boys should live in the present. Nobody's interested in this sort of police nonsense unless they're perverted. I suspect that's the mayor's problem, considering what a certain oriental girl in black leather had to do in order for Mr. Mayor to get his rocks off."
The Chief guffawed nervously.
"You don't say. Well, I'm all for it. I'm not interested in the police being involved in this kind of thing myself. It's always messy," he added.
"I bet," snapped Linda, not giving an inch. Suddenly an idea flashed through her mind. It was so fantastic, so exciting, that she could barely keep herself from laughing and clapping her hands in glee. Seeing Linda's expression, the Chief blanched.
"Oh, and another thing," began Linda, watching the Chief squirm. "I'd like you personally to take me on a tour of the rookie cops' locker room."
"What?" gasped the Chief.
"That's right. And let's not waste any time. My husband's in that damn lock-up of yours."
"What... what for?" gulped the Chief.
"A little healthy fun for all concerned," replied Linda, standing up.
"I can't do anything like that," pleaded the Chief.
"I don't see how you have any choice."
"That's blackmail," yelped the Chief.
"Oh, heavens, don't be silly. It'll just be insurance that this kind of stupid raiding doesn't happen again."
Reluctantly the Chief got up and led her out of the office. They went down in the elevator to the basement of headquarters where the locker rooms were.
In a hoarse voice and not looking anyone in the eye, he told a cop to stand guard at the rookie locker-room door. He and Linda went inside. The joking and toweling came to a halt
The Chief cleared his throat and said, "This young lady is free to . . ." He suddenly gulped nervously, at a loss for words. "Fve put a guard at the door. Have a good time," he added rushing out of the room pale as a ghost.
"Okay, men, line up." The young cops jumped to attention and lined up. They looked confused, but not displeased. Linda started at one end of the line. She pulled the towel off the lean waist of a black-haired cop with a sexy mustache. "Not bad," she said huskily as she sat down on the bench between the row of lockers and pulled him to her by his dick.
Licking over the head of his prick and playing with his balls, he had a roaring hard-on in no time. Linda slurped and sucked down to the root, faster and faster until the excited, horny young cop shot his load down her gulping throat.
Linda pushed him aside and grabbed the next cop, a curly redhead, leaving the first one to shoot off into the air over and over. This cop's dick was short and thick. He already had a roaring hard-on from watching his buddy get sucked off. Linda gobbled his thick prick into her throat, sucking wildly and tugging at his golden-haired balls.
The redhead let out a yelp, grabbed hold of Linda's long blond hair and shot down her hungry throat. Linda tried to pull away and go on to the next one, but the redhead succeeded in shooting three loads down her throat before she could move on.
"Greedy," she smirked to him as she grabbed hold of the long thin prick of the blond cop next in line. She just had time to lick around his circumcised prick head, when he shot his wad in a spurt that landed beyond Linda's shoulder in a white gob on the locker room floor. Linda licked the jerking rod for a minute, before going on to a burly black cop who already had his mammoth cock in his fist.
The big veined prick lunged down her throat. His hands tangled in her hair, the black cop fucked wildly into Linda's juicy mouth, panting and hooting with lust from time to time. Linda tickled his fat balls, and he spurted his load down her throat.
The next cop was her favorite football-player physique type. He had curly brown hair, a muscular, hairy chest and belly and a cock that stood out stiff and was both fat and long. Hurriedly after a glance at her wrist-watch, she slurped his uncut prick into her mouth, sucking her lips down hard on his foreskin and making it slide back and forth on his bulbous glans. Juice poured over her tongue as his balls pulled up tight to his shaft. When he came, he let out a deep moan and shoved his dick deep in her throat, holding her face tight to his groin as he shot off. The heavy male odor of his crotch drove her wild as she gulped up load after load.
The last cop she had time for, her eighth, was tall and lean-muscled, with a nervous, long dick that virtually leaped into her mouth and shot down her throat in one plunge.
Linda staggered to her feet, daintily wiping her mouth with the edge of one of the cop's towels.
"That was fun, men. And you're all invited for seconds at Cloud Nine. If you don't know where it is, ask the Chief. Now, I've got to run. Bye," she said turning to wave at the line of exhausted and stupified rookies as she went out the door.
"Drive me back to the precinct station house at once," barked Linda to the guard at the door.
"Yes, ma'm," he snapped back and ran down the hall to get her a car.