Hanging her T-shirt over a nearby chair, Charise beganto unbuckle the belt of her stone wash jeans,listening to the restless murmur of the Friday nigh...crowd. The Palais Royale was perhaps the most popularadult venue in the Red Zone; the main bar would beswarming with nightlife by ten. In less than fifteenminutes, the lingerie parade would begin, and Charisewould be sent out along the catwalk wearing littlemore than a whisper and a promise.She was almost feverish with anticipation. Charise had. I. and I enjoy my work. It's not particularly exciting or dangerous like you see on TV and in the movies, but that's fine with me.One morning, however, everything changed.I was drinking my morning coffee when my cell phone rang and I saw it was Lieutenant Bud Ramsey calling. The Ram and I go back a few years when he was a patrol sergeant and I was a beat cop. We'd each responded to a 10-15 and a 10-32 in a bad part of town where some local youth were contesting who had the rights to sell. Louise laughed and gave me a round of applause,telling her younger sister Cathy that it was her turn to help me and to give my willie a good firm shake to make sure it was done.History repeated itself as yet again my cock hardened when Cathy grasped it and shook the last remaining drops off."Watch he doesn't cum on you"Louise told her sister and they both laughed. Obviously they had discussed what had happened earlier,but at least my light head and flashing eyes had stopped,so I was more. He was so sweaty, it was almost unreal, then he reached into his bag and threw his uniform on the floor, it landed near the closet door and the smell that came from it was fascinating. This mix of sweat, Old Spice body wash, and testosterone [if that’s even a smell] it drove me crazy, I wanted to reach outside and pull the jersey in with me. Obviously I didn’t, and then he pulled his shirt off, revealing a tanned torso, with just the faintest trace of a six pack. His arms though, now that’s a.
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