“Get in that Office Cruz.”
“Mister Mayor I’m sorry if I humiliated you. I was only making certain Gabriel was seeing that I was staying in character as Babee. You know that if I don’t, I risk getting civilians hurt.”
“I know this Cruz. You may have made Detective but from what I understand you were never sworn in. Let’s fix that error.”
Within Captain Bettinger’s Office the Captain had just stepped back in after cleaning himself up. He closed his blinds to avoid his People looking in. Ashamed of everything he needed a drink. In sitting down he removed a bottle of Jim Beam from a desk drawer and poured himself a small tumbler. Downing it he prepared to repeat. As his door burst open Calliope was guided in by Bernie Foster.
“Finish swearing her in. That shield handed to her means nothing until it’s official.”
“WAIT! What about Burgundy and Luis? They weren’t official either.” She frets cozying up to the Mayor’s arm. In her nearness Bernie Foster catches a whiff of dried cum upon her.
“Of course. Let’s call them in and get this over with. Cruz here…needs a shower.”
“”Oh pooh! It’s just another day at the Office.” She dances while rubbing up on Bernie’s side. He was trying to be professional but even his guard was coming down. It was bad enough that this Gabriel was forcing their hands in letting Calliope wear so little in public. The public backlash would be a P.R. nightmare. He knew the local News could not show footage of the earlier conference due to her risqué attire and attitude. But obvious editing would still create a media frenzy.
“Bernie?” Captain Bettinger nudges the Jim Beam bottle in his direction, “I know drinking on the job is against the rules but after the last two hours I feel like getting drunk. Join me before it gets any worse?”
The Mayor eyes the bottle, “I do believe a nip is called for.”
Babee immediately erupts, “I have two nips.”
“Of course you do Young Lady.” Bernie pulls away snatching up the bottle and drinking out of it.
“It’s almost empty. We can play Spin the Bottle.” She giggles. Hearing her the Mayor chokes and spits the whiskey to his left before obtaining a tissue from Bettinger’s desk wiping his mouth.
Bettinger sighs and puts his hand up, “Cruz? Not another word.” He then picks up his desk phone and calls out, “Bydweider? Find Burgundy Jones and Luis Santos. Have them come to my Office immediately. Is Commissioner Meade still out there? Ask her in as well. No luck tracing that Gabriel’s call eh? McClure has it under control? Somehow I doubt that. Keep me posted if anything more occurs.” Hanging up he swallows the leftover whiskey from his glass and sets it aside.
Calliope leans forward over Bettinger’s desk with an index finger to her lips. As he settles in his seat quietly she tilts her gaze at the Mayor catching him looking at her ass. She wiggles it until he looks up to see her finger hushing his speech. From there she points at her choker then her ears before motioning her palm through the air to let them know Gabriel was likely listening in through the choker’s cameo. Bettinger nodded his comprehension.
“So who is this Gabriel?” Bettinger makes conversation.
Mayor Foster fidgets, “Obviously a madman. Taking innocent lives just to prove he can control this poor woman.”
“I think he does control me Bernie. I have to do whatever he says until we track him down.”
“How long can we possibly let Cruz here run around the streets of Miami in her underwear?”
“Or nekkie.” She points out rolling her eyes.
“Can you imagine what kind of publicity this will bring on? Church groups will deem her the Devil’s Daughter. Call out the Government for even allowing this charade. The second she’s forced to have sex in the streets there will be riots. This poor woman will be raped day and night.”
“Awww thank you for caring about Babee, Bernie. That means a lot.”
“Of course Miss Cruz.” The Mayor adjusts his tie at her brilliant big brown eyes.
“Calliope?”
“Yes Donny?”
“It may come to that. I’m not quite sure how to protect you. I don’t believe this Gabriel will allow you to have a garrison of armed Officers surrounding you.”
“I can handle myself Donny. I worry more that I can never go Undercover again. My face will be easy to recognize. And my cute bottom, and my big boobies.”
“They are…You are correct Miss Cruz. I fear your career will need to be cut and dry law enforcement after all of this. However, this all turns out please know that we will stand behind you.”
“You’re standing behind me right now.” She wiggles her butt again winking at his eyes darting between professionalism and lust.
“Forgive Me Miss Cruz. I…will try my best to…”
She stands up straight and twists in step to face him. Her wrist held in her left hand forces muscular biceps to crush her melons together as she pouts toward him, “I like it when people look at me. Like how you’re looking at me right now Mister Mayor.”
Sweating Bernie ataşehir escort Foster removes a hanky from his coat pocket and dabs his forehead, “This is going to be a long election year.”
Bettinger offers his bottle up one last time but Bernie declines. He was having enough trouble as it was without the effects of alcohol.
“Calliope?” Bettinger lowers his gaze, “About everything that happened earlier at Roll…we should all be ashamed of ourselves. You may have went along with it because of Gabriel’s threats but I’ve known you a good long while now. You may be flirty as all get out but I know damned well you’re a good girl.”
“Not any morrrre.” She tilts her profile to the left and fidgets.
“Thirty five Cops were duped into behaving terribly toward you Calliope. The scars will never heal.”
“Not all of them were terrible.” She bats her eyelashes at Bettinger. He knew she meant him and was only trying to cheer him up. In her own thoughts she couldn’t agree more with him. She would continue this act as long as necessary but her scars would indeed mount up. Duty meant everything to Calliope Princess Cruz.
Before her thoughts could become clouded a knock on the Captain’s door found Burgundy, Luis, and Commissioner Meade asking for entry. A swift wave in the group filed in and shut the door. Burgundy immediately threw her arms around her friend.
“You okay C.C?”
“I’m fine B.J.”
Santos snickers mimicking the nickname, “B.J. why did I never think of that before now?”
Burgundy grimaces coldly, “And, they’re making you Detective?”
“Alright settle it down. Let’s do this swearing in the right way. Commissioner will you do the honors?”
“After today dare I say it you all deserve this. In the days ahead I know you will bring this Gabriel to justice. It is indeed my pleasure. If you will repeat after me?” She takes a deep breath and begins, ” On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.”
The three follow her every word until finished. In response Bettinger chimes in, “Welcome Detectives Third Grade.”
“I was really cutesy in the third grade.” Babee giggles turning to the Mayor with an added, “I had piggy tails.”
It was difficult not to laugh even under the circumstances. Calliope was doing as Gabriel insisted. Babee 24/7. Shaking her head Burgundy hugged Calliope one last time.
“I’m beside you every step of the way…Babee.”
Concurring Luis adds, “And, I’m on your other side. The good one.”
“Thank you guys. I wuv you.”
Bettinger pauses to huff then clears his throat. While they were reciting the Oath of Honor he had written down a message for them to read. With his own finger to his lips to quiet them he shows them the note.
“Check out her Apartment for any missed clues. Forensics has that torched drone.”
Babee poises a finger to stop them. Wagging her finger she lets them know not to get nosey. Another point to her choker then to open air and finally to her eyes. He’s watching and listening. The group changed the subject immediately.
“Jones? You and Cruz have to meet with the State’s Attorney over Cartucci. They need to go over your statements.” Bettinger prompts.
“That should go over well with Babee in her hot pink doilies.” Burgundy looked worried.
“I need a shower first. Babee smell like sex.”
Bettinger nods, “Hit the showers. I’ll stall the State’s Attorney. Do not go into detail of Cartucci’s rape. If they get any thoughts that you instigated his seduction that can weigh in his favor.”
“How can he get off after holding sixteen young girls prisoner and selling them. Money trails easy to follow.” Burgundy adds.
“He won’t get off. What we need is for him to tell us who the Buyer’s were. My worry is the Buyer’s will be out for blood.”
Luis raises his hand as if he needed to. Something had bothered him from earlier at Roll Call. Bettinger pointing at him as the others gaze his direction. He smirks a bit and darts his glances around the room, “Anyone curious if this Gabriel is acting alone?” He poises a finger at the Commissioner, “He was talking to all of us. Texting others. Then, shooting flower pots in the Commissioner’s garden. Make’s one wonder if he’s chewing gum too.”
Bettinger and Meade pucker as one noting Luis had a point. That might be their first clue. Burgundy reacts to his idea and grabs him by the shirt dragging him out of the office. Once away from Babee’s choker she grins at him, “Off to a good start Detective Santos. Let’s you and I drive over to Meade’s garden and check for ballistics.” Without admitting where they were going the fledgling Detectives raced out of the Precinct.
Bettinger had a good idea where they were headed. As did Commissioner Meade who began to text her mate until Babee stops her with ataşehir escort a hand over the cell. Shaking her head with a leery expression Meade reconsidered.
Feeling her cameo vibrate Calliope points at it. It was barely audible but noticed. She had a feeling Gabriel wanted to talk.
“Babee needs to get all wet and soapy. Can Babee go now Daddy Donny?”
Wincing he growls, “GO! BYDWEIDER?????? Get Gary Conway in here. We still need to discuss his taking bribes.”
Meade winces, “I thought his name was Gordan Conway.”
“Gordan Garrison Conway.” Bettinger scowls, “Half the force calls him Gary. His name even sounds like a career criminal. Good Lord.”
Babee slips away after caressing the Mayor on the cheek and tugging at his tie. The looks he received by Meade and Bettinger made him grab the Jim Beam bottle for another swig. Bernie had changed his mind.
Calliope walked amongst friends. In the Precinct her fellow Officers admired her decision just as much as they admired her flesh. Some praised her quietly for her bravery. Others apologizing yet again for their actions. In her slow journey toward the locker room she feels her choker vibrate.
Her cell phone vibrates next and she answers immediately, “What now Gabey?”
“AN OFFICER WILL BRING YOU A BLUETOOTH SHORTLY. WEAR IT WHEREVER YOU GO SO I MAY BE WITH YOU.”
“Can I shower my stank off in peace?”
“OF COURSE. FRESHEN UP. BE THE ALLURING GODDESS I EXPECT YOU TO REPRESENT.”
“You know I have a busy day ahead of me right? I have to meet with Cartucci’s Lawyers. Answer questions concerning his arrest. How can I do my job if I’m at your beckon call?”
“YOU WILL BE GIVEN ROOM. REGARDLESS I DEMAND YOU PERFORM AS I INSTRUCTED.”
“Right! I might need fresh undies. Showering is pointless if my undies wrinkle up noses Gabey.”
“I WILL SEE TO IT A CARE PACKAGE IS DELIVERED WITH A SUPPLY OF VARIOUS COLORS. STILETTO HEELS AS WELL.”
“Those are going to give me blisters.”
“DO NOT ARGUE WITH ME.”
“Babee not argue. Just saying. May I go shower now?”
“YES. SHOWER IN THE MEN’S LOCKER ROOM .”
“Somehow I knew you would do that to me.”
“OF COURSE…DETECTIVE PORNSTAR.”
“If I catch an STD I swear the day I find you I’m going to…”
“WORRY SHOULD THAT DAY ARRIVE. KNOW THIS…I AM WATCHING OUT FOR YOU.”
“That’s comforting. Mind making guys use condoms then? I likey them lamb skin ones. With ribs.”
“WE SHALL SEE.”
Her call ends abruptly as the silence makes her growl under her breath, finally she puffs her cheeks and chalks it up as not much choice here. Off to the Men’s Room she went. Entering unknown territory she held her latest inhale and just barged right on in. Beyond the door were stand up urinals where two off duty cops were relieving their bladders. Having heard the situation the two men looked at each other before deciding on how best to welcome her.
“Hey there Cruz.”
“Hi Rudy. I’d ask what’s shakin’ but I already know.” Wiggling behind them on her search for the shower room the second Officer Darius Glover a 30 something African American washed his hands and looked back at Rudy Biggs with bulging eyes. He couldn’t believe how cool and collected Calliope Cruz was being under the stress of a serial bomber forcing her actions.
“You alright Cruz?” Biggs a 34 year old Caucasian zipped up.
“Been better Biggsy. I’ll live. Either of you have any body wash and a towel I can borrow?”
“Bar soap. Not into that body wash stuff. Doesn’t feel manly.”
“I’ve got a spare towel.” Glover offers moving into the locker area. The two men return with gifts to the Goddess.
“So why are you showering in the Guys locker room?” Biggs winces as she accepts her useful hygiene product.
“Hazards of the job. I’m following orders to the T. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because no one stood up to Gabriel.”
“I don’t call what you’re doing as standing up to him Calliope. You’re…being used. I’m afraid to admit it but I know darn well a few guys from Roll Call jumped at the chance to…you know.”
“Fuck me? Babee not naïve. I know guys want me.” She steps into the large shower room with four showerheads and sets her towel away from the water on a hook.
Removing her hot pink panties with her badge still pinned to them she delicately sits them aside on the hook next to her towel. The guys could only sigh. Starting the shower she squeals at the abrupt cold. Her eyes bright and dancing as she expresses her shock.
Glover fidgets, “I think we all wanted cold showers after earlier. Sorry to say we were looking through the windows.”
“Hey Glover? Let’s give Cruz here some privacy. We owe her that much seeing as what she’s sacrificing to keep that bomber in check.”
“I’m fine.” Babee pouts slightly, “Is it strange that I don’t want to be alone?”
“Not really.” Glover puckers, “You’re probably scared shitless.”
“No. I’m not scared. I was raised to anadolu yakası escort be tough. Babee can handle anything.”
Biggs shakes his head, “Careful what you brag about Cruz. It might bite you on the ass.”
“I hope not. I think this Gabriel wants me to be his trophy slut. Teeth marks on my tushy might look unattractive.”
“Not to me.” Glover grins then clears his throat at Rudy’s glare, “Just sayin’.”
Soaping her body she cleans away the stickiness of long dried cum. Glover watches her every glossy move while Biggs shy’s away a bit out of respect. Calliope merely performed her task. It was good to feel normal again. Soaping her tits and inner thighs she feels her choker vibrate. Rolling her eyes she knew Gabriel must be listening in and was encouraging her to tease. Turning her back to the Officers she made a valiant attempt to wash her back. Contorting her upper body to reach her butt cheeks. While prying her ass apart in her stance both men noted her tiny anal cavity. It was a thing of beauty.
“Can I trouble one of you Biggs strong men to help me wash my back?”
Glover chuckled at her use of Rudy’s name in her request. With a motion of hands to “Go for it.” Biggs scowled. Uncertain whether he should she merely remained in her contortion and bats her eyes at Rudy. With a respected, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
He steps toward her but maintained enough distance to not get wet. She scoots back and begins to hand him the soap. Well orchestrated she drops the bar of soap on the tile floor and offers a giddy “Whoopsie!”
Bending over she presses her wet ass directly over his crotch. A dampness through his slacks immediately felt. Glover busted up laughing. Biggs tilted an eye brow as he looked down at her cheeks directly pressing into his timid erection. He was truly trying not to think about the situation. Impossible now.
“Hey!” Babee pouts looking back at him, “Did they issue new nightsticks and not tell Babee?”
Biggs couldn’t help but smirk, “Yeah they did.”
“YAY! Babee like twirling nightsticks. I hope they aren’t too thick.”
“Manageable.” He shakes his head, “I’m gonna back away now Cruz. Not that, that wasn’t damned sexy but I respect you way too much. Besides this is your first day as Detective, it’s an insult against you in my book.”
“That’s really Biggs of you Rudy. It’s not how I imagined it though. I really don’t have any idea how I’m going to pull this off out in public.” Babee pouts with an overly puffed lower lip, “I don’t want people to hate me.”
“Hate might be a strong word. I understand though. Mothers with young kids. Jealous responses toward their men for lusting over you. TV Evangelists once they catch wind this is happening. It’s gonna get fugly.”
“Worse yet, how will her cases react to her wearing only underwear?” Grover nodded, “Or less.” His pulse quickens.
“Do you really think the higher ups are going to allow that? I mean above Meade and the Mayor? Like the Governor or dare we speculate higher still?” Biggs questions.
“I have to meet with Cartucci’s Lawyers later. I worry my actions will only add to his defense.” Babee shivers and finishes her shower, “I know there’s no way he will get off…we have solid proof of him abducting sixteen teenaged girls and a money trail as payment for them.”
“My question is, who was the Buyer?” Glover takes a cell photo of Babee against Biggs wishes. Her beauty and seductiveness made his inner demons prevail. Babee merely posed with a full frontal, hoisting her enormous tits with her tongue sticking out as if going for an areola. Glover whistled at her photogenic behavior.
“You’re a moron Glover.”
“Hey! It’s only for my screensaver.” Biggs knew better. Glover would brag like a bitch about seeing Calliope Cruz nude.
“I don’t object Biggsy. We all know my career can’t get much worse. Once this Gabriel gets caught I’ll be thrown off the force and be lucky to be a toll booth attendant for the rest of my life.”
“Don’t think like that Calliope. Way I see it…you’re a hero.”
“I know she’s mine.” Glover dances in step as he sets his screensaver, “Dayum! That pic is melting my cell.”
“Glad Babee could help.” She sighs and turns the water valve back over to really, really, really cold, “Maybe you should give your phone a cold shower.” The chill rose her nipples to their highest peak. She quickly pinches them looking over at Biggs. Growling at her Biggs grabbed his own cell and took a close up of her from the top of her head to her enormous hooters. She knew he wanted his own picture. Men were easy to read.
“Sorry CC.” Biggs snapped at second pic as Calliope turns her back to them shutting the water off and reaching for her towel. Holding the towel to her chin she peers over her right shoulder offering a beautiful flare of eyelashes. They both snapped pictures of her full back side. Her shape was Goddess like. Her ass was just too perfect.
“Stop being sorry Biggsy. Days ago I might have beat you both senseless for intruding on me. Now I know I have to allow it.”
Biggs swallows and fears his actions, “W-what about after we get this Gabriel guy?”
“By then I might like being a slut.” She bubbles up knowing that her collar allowed Gabriel access to her every word.