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- Herausgeber: Olympia Press
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Sex Life of a Cop is the rollicking, ribald story of one of the most likable cops, or rather two of the most likable cops, you'd ever hope to meet in any American town. Author Oscar Peck, ex-cop, gives us two unforgettable characters--Sergeant Jim Thorne and his partner Hal Dempsey--and lets us ride the midnight beat in Patrol Car 105 in search of criminals and women. And there's hardly any crime at al, to speak of... Publisher Sanford Aday was busted, tried and convicted of obscenity for selling this book back in '59. Depending on who you read, he got either 10 years and $19,000 in fines, or 25 years, $25k. Porn legend Ruben Sturman himself may also have run into trouble for the same work.
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Sex Life of a Cop
Oscar Peck
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http://www.olympiapress.com
CHAPTER ONE
Sergeant Jim Thorn had just arrived at the police station, and was about to enter the rear door when he heard his rank called.
“Hey, Sarge!”
Jim turned, recognizing the voice.
“Come here,” Hal Dempsey called.
Jim saw his partner half way down the dark alley gesturing for him to come quickly. He hurried to meet him. As he approached, he could see the reason for Hal's all-fired hurry. Parked out of sight in the dark alley was a late model green Oldsmobile, which he readily recognized. He knew who would be in it. And he was right. Walking up to the driver's side he saw them. His pulse beat fast. It was Janet Harper and Flora Riley.
“Hi, honey,” Janet said reaching out of the car window to grasp one of his hands.
“Hi, baby,” Jim replied, reaching through the window with his free hand. He tilted her blonde head back and kissed her long and hard on her full, lush lips.
“God,” he said, breaking for air, “I haven't seen you in a week. Where in the hell have you been keeping yourself?”
“Well, I haven't been doing without,” she laughed. “No, Jim, all kidding aside, my mother-in-law took sick. So my husband and I had to go to Fairview for a few days.”
“Well, that being the case,” he chided, “I won't bawl you out too much,—although the idea had occurred to me to spank your ass.”
“Now I'm going to hold you to that remark,” she said, smiling as she wiggled a finger at him.
“I won't back out either,” he said, squeezing her hand.
“You can count on that!” Hal called out from the other side of the car. “He's an ass patter from way back.”
“If you don't shut up, you're going to be way back,” Jim shot back at his partner.
Both girls laughed uproariously. Hal was on the other side of the olds, kissing like mad with Flora, and playing with her breasts that pointed invitingly beneath her tight-fitting pink blouse.
Flora and Janet both had the kind of breasts that all red-blooded men dream about at nights, the kind you would like to bury your head between and just plain wallow around in, forgetting about police work and everything else. Janet was a blonde girl of average height, with big blue eyes, and a shapely figure that would make a preacher come alive. Flora was part French, with jet black hair and blue eyes. The luscious curves of her body were in the right places, and she knew how to use them to the right effect.
“Sugar-baby,” Jim said, squeezing one of Janet's firm breasts, “we're going to have to get into the station and check in.”
“Will you meet us at the usual place?” she asked hopefully.
“Try to keep us away,” Jim said grinning. “Yeah, the usual spot, out in that pasture south of Thirty-Second Street.”
“How soon?” she asked. “In about thirty minutes?”
“Yeah, unless we get a call to go on. If we do, wait on us,” Jim said.
“Yeah, and for Christ-sake, wait on us,” Hal put in.
Flora laughed and said. “You horny devil. Don't your wife ever give you any?”
“Very seldom ever,” Hal answered sourly. Jim and Janet joined Flora in laughing.
“Let's go, Hal,” Jim said, grinning at his partner. “We had better report in.”
He turned, waved at Janet, and started walking toward the alley door of the police station. Hal hesitated long enough to kiss Flora, then hurried after his sergeant.
Jim entered the station with Hal on his heels. He noticed that the rest of the midnight shift had already arrived. The men were crowded around the booking desk exchanging raw jokes and talking about that most important subject around a police station—WOMEN. Jim and Hal exchanged greetings with the others. Jim checked his wrist-watch with the station clock. It was 10:45 PM, time for the cars off the evening shift to come in for relief.
The dispatcher's voice blared out over the receiving set on the desk sergeant's desk: “Attention all cars. Signal 10:19 for relief.”
All four cars answered, one after the other, with the familiar 10:04 (which means okay). The dispatcher replied with a 10:04, gave the correct time, and signed off the air with the station's call letters.
Jim sighed. That was the new dispatcher that the Chief had hired. All he had been able to find out about her was that her name was Norma Jane Dickerson; she was divorced; she was real cute; and she had something in her britches he wanted to get before the rest of the whore-mongers on the force had a chance to get to it.
There were eight men to a shift on the patrol division, unless it was one of the fellows' night off, in which case one or two of the officers would have to ride 'lone ranger'. Otherwise they rode two men to a car, which gave an officer greater safety. Jim, as well as the rest, liked the lone ranger nights. It was easier to find one woman wanting to play than it was two.
Tonight was Saturday and all the crew was here tonight. Jim was hoping to hell it wouldn't be busy tonight. He had other fish to fry, and didn't want to have to worry about enforcing the law too.
The sound of tires screeching to a halt carried to the officers waiting in the station. The prowl cars were pulling into the alley outside. The evening shift boys were eager to get off and go home. This was easy to understand. Eight hours of wearing a tin badge was enough for any one. The rear door opened and they started filing into the station, exchanging greetings back and forth with the officers of the midnight shift. Jim was in a hurry to get rolling. So when the evening lieutenant greeted him, he answered with: “Anything going on, Al?”
“No,” answered Lieutenant Alvin Sloane. “It's quiet out this evening. Did you ever see the time when anything went on in this goddamn town?”
Jim laughed at the Lieutenant's sour reply. “No, never did,” he grunted. “Any new dispatches?”
“Hell no! Goddamit!” the Lieutenant answered hotly. “Don't you ever get down here early enough to find out anything? If you would stop chasing pussy for awhile you might accidentally make a good police sergeant some day.”
Jim grinned in reply, but remained silent. Alvin Sloan was a big towering blond-headed, ex-Arkansas farm boy with fifteen years of police experience. Jim knew better than to argue with him when he was in a sour mood. He yelled at his men to follow, then walked outside. To hell with the Lieutenant anyway, he thought, who in the hell gave a good goddamn about being a damn Cop. He sure as hell didn't. As far as he was concerned, it was just another lousy job with a piss-poor salary. Any one could do better picking crap with the damn chickens. Jim turned to face the men who had gathered around him.
“We'll ride the same as usual,” he said. “Any objections? If so, they're overruled.”
He grinned broadly when no one protested. He turned, walked hurriedly toward car 105, and climbed in behind the steering wheel. A flick of the ignition switch, and the motor turned over instantly. Releasing the emergency brake, he waited until Hal got in, then drove down through the dark alley and out on to Third Street, going toward Main Street. He had to stop at Main to wait for the light to change in his favor. When it did, he turned south on Main and cast a glance in Hal's direction.
“Don't you think we should check in to the dispatcher?” He said, reminding his partner.
“Yeah, I guess so, all the others have,” Hal said listlessly, his mind on the girls waiting in the pasture.
Taking the mike off the dash, he pressed down the button and held it to his mouth: “Car 105 is 10:08 (in service) from the station going south on Main. Officers 37 and 6 patrolling the wild beat (all over town).” He released the button to await the dispatcher's reply.
“10:04 car 105,” came the clear feminine voice of the dispatcher.
“Well, so much for that,” Hal grunted, hanging the mike back on the dash. The dispatcher gave the station call letters, cleared the air, and the radio was silent once again.
Car 105 lost no time getting to Thirty-Second and Main. The sergeant commanding the jet-black ford interceptor had managed to catch the light just right at Fourth and Main, and by judging his speed had made all the lights without having to stop. Turning on Thirty-Second he headed east, pushing the speedometer up to seventy.
Both officers were thinking of their rendezvous with love when a late model black ford whipped around the police car at a high rate of speed. It's rear wheels skidded onto the soft shoulders of the street sending a spray of gravel across the hood and windshield of the prowl car. It skidded back onto the pavement again and disappeared down the street taking the center line all the way.
“Goddamn!” Hal exclaimed. “Look at that bastard go!”
“Yeah. It's a California tag, did you get the numbers?”
“Hell no! I couldn't even make out the car, it was going so fast. No need to call in, 'cause he'll be out of state by the time we could get another car to block him.”
“Yeah, but there'll be a next time.”
“He'll be damn lucky if he don't kill his fool self driving like that.”
“Let's hope to Christ he does,” Jim said. “Just as long as he doesn't take some innocent person with him.”
“Hell, that kind never gets hurt.”
“He will if I ever get a chance to stop him.”
“If it wasn't for the girls waiting on us,” Hal said, “we could probably have caught him.”
“Yeah,” Jim grinned, “but I'd rather have the girls. Let that speed demon kill his fool self and we'll go work the accident. I'd like that much better.”
“Well, we'll see him around here again shortly.”
Jim turned off Thirty-Second taking a pig trail that ran south through a dense thicket of about fifty yards before it leveled out into a clearing that was being used for pasture. They saw the Oldsmobile sitting stationary in the center of the field. He turned off the headlights of the prowl car, drove up behind the olds-mobile and came to a stop. His heart started beating a little faster when he saw the moonlight sifting through Janet's blonde hair.
Jim and Hal had been meeting the two girls out in this same pasture for the last three months. But each time seemed a little more exciting than the last.
CHAPTER TWO
Jim took off his uniform cap exposing his black flattop haircut, and laid it on the seat beside him.
“Well, what're you waiting on?” Jim shot at Hal.
“Nothing,” Hal replied.
“Well, then get out,” Jim said. “Hell, I don't want to make love to you.”
“You needn't worry about that,” Hal returned along with a nasty glare, and stepped out of the prowl car.
While Hal was walking up to Janet's car, Jim began unbuckling his sam-browne belt, dropping it and his S/W.38 caliber police special in the seat beside his cap. He breathed a sigh. What a relief to get that damn gun off. Janet came hurrying to the patrol car and got in the back seat. Jim got out and crawled in beside her. She removed her lace panties, exposing long trim shapely legs, and threw them up in the front seat.
“I may as well save you the trouble and make it easier for both of us,” she said, laughing at the surprised look on his face.
He pulled her to him roughly pressing his lips hard against hers. The warm feel of her breasts swelling against his chest excited the desire that was in him. She wriggled in his arms, quivering with delight when he dropped one hand to let it explore under her skirt.
“Honey please, I'm on fire the way it is. Let's do it,” she whispered excitedly, her breath coming in short passionate gasps.
“How come you're so hot to trot tonight?” Jim breathed in her ear. “Usually I have to beg you for it on bent knees.”
“One reason is I love you,” Janet panted. “And I haven't seen you for a week. Love me good honey.”
Their lips met again while their bodies quivered with the burning desire that was so strong in them. Jim felt a thrilling sensation engulf his body when Janet ran her tongue into his mouth. He worked his exploring hand more feverishly under her skirt and felt her tremble with excitement. Her tongue gave him a wonderful feeling as he touched it with his own, biting it gently with his teeth. Janet was moaning in anticipation for release from her pent-up emotions and lustful craving. He laid her gently back on the seat and pulled her skirt up high around her slim waist.
Janet pulled her lips free from his and looked admiringly up into his eyes. Just being there in his arms was a sensation out of this world. His steel-gray eyes with their always present bedroom glare gave her a thrill that was indescribable.
“Honey, let me take my clothes off. Please?” she whispered. “If I go home with my clothes wrinkled up, my husband will kill me.”
Jim relaxed his grip and raised up. “That's an idea,” he said. “I'd better take off my pants too. Our last time out here I got a little messed up and had a hell of a time trying to explain it to my wife.”
“Did she get wise?” Janet asked.
“Just about, but I got around it finally,” Jim said.
“That'll learn you, dern you,” she said teasingly.
While Janet started undressing he reached over the back of the front seat, got the radio mike and stretched the cord over the back of the seat so that the mike would be within easy reach in case of a call. This way he could answer the radio without any hesitation, and the station wouldn't get wise. He didn't have to worry too much about the other officers, as they played the women too. But he had to be careful about the dizzy chief of police. The chief had a receiving set in his home, and sometimes he listened in on the midnight shift to see if he could dig up any dirt on the boys. Jim was in complete charge of the midnight shift and no matter what happened, he was held responsible for it by the chief of police and the Mayor.
Jim took off his royal-blue serge police pants and Ike jacket. Folding them neatly and laying them on the front seat, he turned his eyes back on Janet. She lay on the seat completely nude except for her garter belt, nylons and high heels. Her shapely legs were wide apart and she was waiting, watching him and wanting him very much.
He looked at her with his mouth watering. At times like this he got so hungry he could hardly talk. She looked like a delicious something to eat. She was grinning at him, a teasing gleam in her eye.
“You'd sure look funny if you got a call now,” she said breaking out in laughter. “Just your shirt and undershorts on.”
He grinned his reply, removed his black tie and threw it in the front seat with his uniform then rolled up the sleeves of his light blue shirt a couple of turns.
“Will you hurry up. I'm on fire,” Janet said between snickers of musical laughter.
“All right, I'm coming,” Jim grunted.
“Let's wait until you get on before you do,” Janet said teasingly and laughed.
“Wise, aren't you?” Jim said, “I'm going to do it to you so good and hard tonight that it will take some of that tease out of you.”
“You love me just the same, even if I do tease,” she said, her eyes gleaming with fun.
“Honey, I'm nuts about you,” he said, putting his lips to hers and pressing his body hard against the tight muscles of her stomach and thighs. He was in...
Janet twisted and moved her body in rhythm to his. Her round firm breasts pressed against his chest demanding. Wildly, feverishly, he moved his lips down to engage a nipple. Running the tip of his tongue around the nipple, he started working it like a small boy sucking juice out of a luscious orange. Janet cried in joy.
“Oh Jim, I love you. I love you,” she groaned. “Give it to me good. Oh! Oh! Push harder, harder. OOOh! That's it—oooooooh!”
“Is there enough of me to reach your happy spot?” He asked.
“Oooooooh! Yes honey, more than enough,” she groaned happily. “Honey, you got just what I want and need.”
Minutes passed as they rolled and twisted violently on the back seat. Then he felt the thrill coming from deep within, a thrilling, satisfying sensation followed by a sharp pain that felt wonderful instead of hurting. His mind became engulfed in clouds for a moment then his spent body went limp against Janet as she squeezed him to her tightly. He could feel her fingernails digging into his back and the nape of his neck.
“Ooooooooooh!” she groaned slowly and luxuriously as she got her deep-felt satisfaction.
Minutes sped by—twenty, thirty, an hour. Both sweat-caked bodies were limp, drained of their pent-up desires. Passion steamed the prowl car interior. Forbidden love, a moment of passion and a police car idle for an hour.
Jim stirred, rose and stepped from the car, leaning against it for support. The cool spring breezes played across the cow pasture caressing his tired aching body. The smell in the air was delightful. He was as weak as a kitten, pussy having bested him again. It was this way every time he and Janet got together. God! What a woman. She knew what it was for and how to use it.
Janet and Flora were two lonely deprived housewives who didn't seem to get satisfied at home. Both their husbands worked the graveyard shift at the local cookie plant, so the two girls had to seek refuge for their pent-up cravings in a cop.
Jim reached into the car, got his clothes and started getting dressed. Janet stirred on the back seat, sat up and looked around her. Then she saw Jim dressing outside the car. She smiled at him when he turned and looked at her.
“Enjoying nature?” she asked.
“Nature be damned,” he said. “God I'm weak. What is that thing of yours anyway? Atomic energy?”
“Better than your wife?” she asked laughing.
“Oh hell yes! And then some,” he said.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she kidded.
“Well, I don't think it would sound too good if I said it to Hal,” he answered.
Jim finished dressing and lit a cigarette, tossing the pack in the car for Janet to have one. Walking over to the Olds, he could see two heads so close together they looked like only one. He turned as Janet came to his side and handed his pack of cigarettes back. Sticking the cigarettes in his shirt pocket, he took Janet by the back of the head, pulled her to him and kissed her long and hard. She struggled in his arms for freedom to breathe, then went limp. Finally he released her.
“God, I wish my husband could kiss like you,” she said, breathing in the fresh spring air in short gasps.
“To hell with him,” Jim said squeezing her breasts playfully. “You come to me to get your kisses and meat rationing.”
“I will,” she sang softly, removing his hand from her breasts and pressing her body to his. “Kiss me Jim honey.” He did.
“When can I see you again?” he asked when their lips parted.
“I don't know darling,” she answered. “That's why I just had to see you tonight, because they're due to change my husband's schedule. I don't know yet if they'll leave him on nights, or change his nights off, or what they'll do. I'll just have to wait and let you know.”
“Well, we'll get together some way,” he assured her, and kissed her waiting lips softly.
“I hope so darling,” she whispered looking up into his eyes.
“Honey, it's that time again,” Jim reminded her. “Pea-brain and I are going to have to get this car back into service.”
“Yes I know, darn it, everything's against us,” she said.
“We'll be together again in a night or two,” he soothed her. Taking her in his arms again, he kissed her long and tenderly.
“Let's go, bird-brain,” he said toward the Olds.
“Get him out of there,” he said to Janet.
“Surely, honey,” she whispered, kissing him quickly. “Until we meet again.”
Jim watched her walk around the car. At least he slowed that swing in her behind down a bit tonight, he thought. Flipping his cigarette to the ground he walked back to the prowl car.
When Hal got into the car, he started the motor, letting it idle so the girls could leave first. Janet drove forward, made a complete circle in the field, and drove back past them with their lights off, going back out the way they had come in. Both girls waved as they passed the police car. Jim waited a matter of minutes until he was sure they had reached Thirty-Second Street, then he pulled out. Back on the pavement he headed for Main Street, the same direction the girls had taken.
Hal hadn't uttered a word since he had got back in the prowl car. Usually after an experience like this he was running off his mouth at top speed. Jim caught the traffic light right on Thirty-Second and Main and turned north to cruise down Main slowly.
“I could use a cup of Java. How about you?” he asked.
“I could use a cup of something,” Hal replied as if in a daze.
“Okay, I'll go to Gene's Grill. All right with you?”
“I don't give a rat's ass where you go.”
He looked questioningly at his partner. This was a fine spirit to be in after a hot date like tonight.
“What the hell's eating you?” Jim asked. “Tell ole' dad. Hell, you know I'm your buddy, goddamn you.”
“Oh, goddamn it all,” he faltered, “you'll only laugh.”
“Try me and see.”
“I thought Janet had told you already. You know her big mouth? Well, between the station and the pasture Flora came sick and started her period. She was just lucky she had a tampax with her, I guess. Of all the rotten luck. All I could do was kiss and play around with her.”
Jim started snickering.
“Go on and laugh, you goddamn ornery bastard,” Hal flared. “Damn your soul to hell. I knew you'd laugh!”
“You didn't do any good out there, huh?” Jim asked trying hard to control his laughter.
“Oh, she tried it with her hand. But I can't get my rocks that way.”
That did it. The patrol sergeant broke into uncontrollable, uproarious laughter. And on he laughed, enjoying himself immensely, tears rolling out of his eyes. He hadn't heard anything this good in a long time. He knew Hal was cussing him under his breath, but he couldn't help it.
At Nineteenth and Main he wheeled the prowl car onto the large graveled lot in front of Gene's Grill. Managing to check his laughter, he picked up the mike.
“105 to headquarters,” he drawled into it.
“Go ahead 105,” replied the dispatcher.
“Is there any one out of service?” he asked.
“No, they're all three 10:08,” returned the dispatcher.
“105 will be 10:10 at Gene's Grill a while,” he checked out.
(10:10 is out of car but can be reached by telephone)
“10:04 car 105,” and she gave the time, signing off with the station call letters.
Getting out of the prowl car, Jim and Hal walked into the all-night cafe and truck-stop, their .38 caliber revolvers banging against their legs in black swiveled holsters with every step they took. Both officers were of average height, slim, trim and both looked distinguished in their tailor-fitted blue uniforms.
Taking a seat in a back booth they waited. Presently the waitress brought two steaming cups of coffee to set before them. It was Clara, the ugly waitress, tall rangy and hatchet-faced with large protruding buck teeth. Neither of the two cared much for her except for the fact that she liked policemen and would do anything to help one of them. She was extra friendly and over-talkative.
“You boys keeping busy tonight?” she asked, smiling down her hawk nose and horn-rims.
“Yeah, we've been real busy,” Jim lied. Never tell the tax-paying public that you have time to kill. He had found this out long ago.
Clara turned and went to wait on a rough looking truck driver that entered and had taken a stool at the counter.
“You might try that out for size,” he said nodding his head in the direction of Clara.
“You go to hell,” Hal shot back.
“Why, now, that might be the best you've ever had,” Jim teased.
“Then you be the first to try it out,” Hal answered.
“I still say it might be good,” Jim said over his cup of coffee.
“I'd rather use old lady thumb and her four daughters,” Hal grunted.
Laughing under his breath, Jim lit up a Camel.
“You know,” Hal said, “Flora and Janet are two real nice kids if you learn to take what they say with a grain of salt.”
“Yeah, they like to be treated like virgins,” Jim said chuckling. “Janet always has a tale of woe. Her husband is beating her. He burns up her clothes. He keeps her tied to the bed post. Makes her walk barefooted in the snow. So she is madly in love with me. Yeah, I've heard them all. She wants to recapture the thrill of a teen-ager. But she doesn't want to admit that she is just looking for a good time like me and you do.”
“Yeah, I know how it goes,” Hal put in. “Flora has really told me some corkers. Real whoppers. Why she won't admit what she is and what she is looking for is beyond me.”
“That will never be,” Jim said. “They want to be told a line, even if they know damn well that it is a line of hogwash.”
“Wonder if the rest of the ass-kissers on this shift know what we're doing out here at nights?” Hal asked.
“Frankly I don't give a damn,” Jim said. “The whole damn force is doing it. I don't give a damn. It's the same any where you go. This town or any other, large or small.”
“Yeah, I guess you're right there,” Hal said.
“Damn right I'm right,” Jim said. “Look at the chief. He's been shackin' with the city clerk and also the Mayor's office girl for ages.”
“Yeah, and if he would catch one of us getting some on the side he would fire us in a minute,” Hal said. “I knew about him and the city clerk, but I hadn't heard this one about the Mayor's office girl.”
“Well it's true,” Jim said. “She's the Mayor's private meat. And he knows of the rumors about the chief, but doesn't do anything about it. I'm sure that the chief has a hold over the Mayor's head somehow. Maybe some day I'll find out what it is.”
“That chief of ours is quite an egg,” Hal mused.
“Yeah, ain't he,” Jim said. “The big fat undermind-ed, unprincipled son-of-a-bitch. H [...]
