Cop Tales an Anthology for a Cause

by T. R. Cupak

  “Hey, Jacobs, you heading home?” Cook, a fellow officer, asks as he heads toward his desk.

  “Yeah, finally! Why is it that right before you’re off for a couple of days, it’s always a shit sandwich?” I ask.

  “Don’t know, but man, I hear ya,” Cook answers as he sits down and logs in to his computer. “You got plans?"

  “I’m just hanging out, seeing what comes up,” I say just as my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and immediately sit taller in my chair. I know this number and who it belongs to. She’s what I would call a frequent flier. Only, I happen to know she only ever calls me. The thought gets my mind stirring with all the possibilities for the weekend.

  This lady is any man’s wet dream. She’s tall, but at six foot three, I still tower over her. She has silky straight blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen—absolutely fucking gorgeous. One look at her body and you thank the good Lord for your eyesight because she’s got curves in all the right places. She’s in great shape, with long legs, a firm, heart-shaped ass, and her tits. Oh, her tits! They are perfection. Big, but not so big that they look fake, just enough cleavage for a man to get lost in for days. On top of that, she’s smart—a doctor at one of the local hospitals. The woman is the total package.

  Another ring of my phone breaks me out of my mental inventory and I answer.

  “Jacobs.” I state simply. Then I wait to hear her sultry voice over the line. After a short pause where I hear her take in a shaky breath, she speaks.

  “Sergeant Jacobs, I’m so glad I caught you,” she purrs into the phone, and I start to feel my blood pool south of my belt. Damn, just the thought of her and hearing her voice is all it takes. I’m already a goner. This job takes a toll on a person, so it’s good to blow off steam occasionally and just have some fun. Her call today is full of promise for a fantastic weekend.

  “Yes, I was just getting ready to leave the office.”

  “Oh, lucky for me. I was wondering if you’d be able to come by my house and check to make sure it’s safe,” she almost whispers into the phone, her voice getting deeper, huskier. “I’d be so grateful. I thought I heard a sound in the garage, and I don’t want to leave my bedroom.” There’s no hiding her innuendo.

  “Did you call 9-1-1?” I ask her, my voice calmer than what I’m feeling.

  “No, sir, I thought maybe you’d come by and check as a favor.” I know what kind of favor she really wants, and damn, I want it too. I’ve done them before, and I’m always happy to protect and serve her whenever she needs it.

  “Yes, ma’am, I understand. I’ll come by. I should be there in about twenty minutes. Do you think you’ll be safe until then?” We both understand what her call and my agreement really means. This won’t be an official visit. In fact, I’ll be off the clock. The call won’t even be logged since she called my personal cell phone. This arrangement is just between the two of us.

  I arrive in my own vehicle at the address, which I know well. The street is quiet as dusk settles on the city. The garage door is closed and there are no cars outside. I park in the driveway and get out of the car. I check to make sure my service weapon is holstered and make certain the safety is on. I’m still wearing my uniform, minus the body camera, bulletproof vest, and radio. I pull out my flashlight since the house appears dark inside. I check the side door of the unattached garage, which is unlocked. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. Her car is there, and I don’t see anything suspicious.

  Leaving the garage, I head around to the front and find the front door is slightly ajar. Peeking in just a little, I call out.

  “This is Sergeant Jacobs with the Springfield Police Department. If there’s anyone in here, show yourself immediately.” I already know that the caller is hiding up in her bedroom, waiting for the all clear from me. I shine my flashlight around the entry, everything looks normal. I check the doorjamb, just in case, and see it’s still intact. It’s not unusual for the door to be unlocked and open. At least it has been that way when I’ve come by in the past. I make sure to lock the door behind me when I enter.

  I make my way through all the rooms on the lower level, clearly announcing myself as I go. I imagine my gorgeous caller, sitting in the closet or the en suite bathroom. Of course, I’m picturing her naked as I fantasize, and my pulse beats rapidly, but not from fear. No, it’s pounding with anticipation. I clear the first floor. Everything looks undisturbed, so I move on to the finished basement.

  No one is hiding down there. I even check inside the laundry room and quarter-bath before I go back up to the first floor. I sweep my flashlight from side to side as I go. No sense in being careless, even if a safety check isn’t my real purpose here tonight. Finally, I head up the stairs to the bedrooms. First, I check the bedrooms that have a jack-and-jill bathroom in between them. By the time I get to the door leading to the master bedroom, I call out again so the good doctor will know I’ve arrived.

  Knowing what will greet me when I open the door has me salivating like Pavlov’s dog, and I’m already hard. The closer I get, the more turned on I am. I look forward to her phone calls and the way she uses me to quench the desire that burns in her. I wonder if she’s going to be submissive and need soothing, or if she’ll be so grateful that she can’t control herself with appreciation. Either way, I know she’ll have her own special way of thanking me.

  “Doc,” I whisper softly as I enter the bedroom. “It’s Sergeant Nathaniel Jacobs. I’m here to protect you.” I don’t hear anything in the bedroom. Using the flashlight beam, I search the room for her form. I check corners and the large, king-size bed. But I already know where her favorite hiding spots are. I could tell by the sound in her voice earlier on the phone she was already hiding when she called me.

  Chapter Two

  Stephanie

  I’m Doctor Stephanie Anderson. I work as an internist at Springfield Methodist Hospital. I spend a lot of time in the emergency room assessing patients and assisting the staff. I consult with the ER doctors on more complicated cases and make sure patients who need to be admitted or require surgery are taken care of with a higher level of priority.

  That’s where I first met Sergeant Jacobs. I saw him bring people into the ER who needed medical treatment. Typically, the ER doctors can handle most cases law enforcement officers bring in, so I don’t have a lot of direct involvement with him at the hospital. However, I remember the first time I was there when he brought someone in.

  A male in handcuffs had harmed himself during transport. He was to be booked for an outstanding warrant. His face had dried blood, and there was a small gash on his forehead, right at the hairline. A cursory glance at the patient, and I knew all he needed was a couple of sutures and to be watched for symptoms of a concussion. It’s a typical ploy to try to get out of spending the night in jail—nothing the ER docs couldn’t handle.

  Then I glanced at the law enforcement officer who had brought him in. This was back before his promotions. One of the nurses called him Officer Jacobs. I heard him explain that the patient was fine when he put him into the back of his patrol car. Then he had observed the man lean forward and smash his head a couple of times on the barrier between the front and back seats. When the officer had opened the door to check on the prisoner, he saw the small cut and had brought him in.

  Although I barely remember the patient, it was the man in uniform who had all my attention. He was the reason I lingered nearby. He was tall and regularly worked out, if the bulging biceps and thick, veiny forearms were any indication. The body armor he had on added to his bulk, but it was easy to see how tapered his waist was. His fine ass made my fingers itch to grab it and his leg muscles bulged against his pants, further showing that his workouts paid off.

  When his eyes caught mine, I was mesmerized. Clear and icy blue, like the edge of a lake fed by mountain streams. His hair looked dark, but it was hard to tell exactly what color was hidden under his police cap. I stared at him for longer than was necessary, but he didn�
��t drop his gaze from mine even while scribbling something on a small piece of paper. He exuded quiet strength and demonstrated confidence in the way he held himself and his refusal to break eye contact. I was the one who blinked first, but not before I noticed a slight smirk on his lips as they slowly began to turn up at the corners.

  I turned away, my knees weak just from staring at this man. This was so unlike me. I always acted in a professional manner, which was probably why I hadn’t had sex in a while. It was certainly the reason I was having such a visceral reaction to this hot cop. My mind raced with all sorts of dirty things I’d let him do to me. Oh my god, I thought to myself, I was working. I needed to shake this off. He affected me too much. I started to walk away when a hand on my elbow stopped me from escaping. I felt the electric sizzle immediately. It shot up my arm, warmed across my chest and made me lightheaded. I wanted this man, desperately! I turned slowly, so I didn’t lose my balance completely and looked up at him.

  “You’re new here, aren’t you, Doctor…” He looked down at the name embroidered above the pocket on my white coat. My chest heaved with the effort to breathe. “Anderson?” His question was a low rumble that only the two of us could hear, and it did things to neglected parts of my anatomy. He glanced back to his prisoner, checking that he wasn’t causing a problem for the ER staff. Our security guard was standing at the edge of the curtained room. Officer Jacobs looked me up and down, causing goosebumps to erupt, and I was pretty sure my nipples peaked. He smiled fully, and it was dazzling, but it was the dimples that did me completely in. I was incoherent. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to think or speak because I doubted I would be able to do either.

  I blinked up at him, dumbfounded by his rugged good looks and the way my body traitorously reacted to him. I had no words. I knew he asked me a question, but I’d already forgotten it.

  “Dr. Anderson, is that right?” he asked and I nodded my head. I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, and my lips seemed to be stuck together. I licked them to moisten them, but my mouth only became drier as those glacial blue eyes tracked my tongue’s path, and I watched his mouth part ever so slightly. I desperately wanted him to lean down and kiss me. I didn’t care that we didn’t know each other, or that we were standing in the middle of a busy emergency room with my colleagues all around. He chuckled slightly at my lack of verbal communication and picked up one of my hands in his large ones. Pressing his palm into mine, he discreetly slipped me a business card.

  He leaned down and rasped close to my ear, “Call me if you find yourself in need of assistance, Dr. Anderson.” Then he stood tall again, showed me a megawatt grin and gave me a wink so quick I could almost tell myself it was just my overactive imagination. Then, he strode back to where his prisoner was being treated.

  I hurried out of the ER. As soon as I passed through the security doors and into the hallway of the main hospital, I stopped and looked at the card. His personal phone number was handwritten on the card, which also contained all his office information.

  That’s how I came to be sitting in the corner of my closet, huddled in a ball with my arms wrapped around my long legs. Because after a lot of inner debate, I called him and asked for his help, like I’d done many times since the first time. My butt cheeks are getting numb from waiting for him to find me, but my blood is hot and rolling with desire. I hear him getting closer and closer, ramping up my physical hunger. I think I can hear my heart beating right out of my chest. I love this—the buildup and suspense. God, I want him to hurry.

  Chapter Three

  Nathaniel

  I find her in the closet just like I expected. She’s in complete darkness, huddled in the corner. The flashlight beam lands on her, illuminating the silky blonde strands framing her face. Her head is tipped up with her eyes squinting to where I stand in the doorway. A small, predatory smile lifts the corners of my mouth when I see her.

  “Dr. Anderson, are you okay? I’ve searched the premises and everything appears to be in order. What exactly did you hear?” I try to school my voice to sound professional.

  “Oh, Sergeant Jacobs, I’m so relieved to see you. I can’t really describe what I heard. Since I was alone in the house, I didn’t want to take any chances.” Her voice is slightly above a whisper.

  “Let me help you up.” I say as I reach out my hand. She slowly unwraps her arms from around her legs and lifts a delicate hand my way. The minute our fingers touch, a frisson of electricity shoots between us. I know she feels it too because I hear her sharp intake of breath at the contact. I help her to her feet but as she stands her legs give out slightly, and I pull her into my arms to steady her. Her body dissolves into mine.

  “Oh,” she almost purrs as her body connects with mine. “How can I thank you for coming so quickly? Did I hear you say your first name is Nathaniel, Sergeant Jacobs?” She plays the game quite convincingly.

  “Yes ma’am, but you can call me Nate if you’d like,” I murmur in her ear. What I want to tell her is I can’t wait to hear her screaming my name, but all in good time. “Now that we’re sure you’re safe, let’s get you out of this closet and comfortable.” Continuing our ruse, I turn with my arms still encircling her. “Light switch?” I ask.

  “I’d rather keep the lights off for now and…would it be too presumptuous of me to ask you to stay and hold me for a little while? Just until my nerves settle.” She steps out of my arms to take me by the hand and lead me into the bedroom, heading directly for the bed. I follow one step behind, my eyes roaming up and down her incredible body. She’s wearing lingerie that has form-fitting shorts that her ass is half hanging out of and a belly-baring camisole in a light color. My pants grow measurably tighter at that sight.

  “Not at all. I’m happy to do whatever you need. Always my pleasure to protect and serve.” I lean down and inhale the tropical scent of her hair just as we reach the bed. She lets go of my hand and turns into my waiting arms, snuggling her face into my neck. My hands move up her sides, cupping her ample breasts. She sighs contentedly at the contact, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  “Nate,” she breathes, “I’ve been thinking about your touch. I need you. Make me feel good.”

  I move my hands to cover her breasts fully and find her nipples are hard. I open my hands and rub my flat palms a little roughly against those puckered centers. I’m rewarded with her groan.

  “Tell me, doc—”

  She stops me mid-sentence. “Call me Steph. And I want to…,” she says with a hint of mischief in her voice, “put you in those handcuffs of yours.” She quickly reaches down to my duty belt, popping the snap on my cuff case to extract the cuffs in one swift motion. This makes me even harder than I was before. Typically, if anyone reaches for my duty belt, my heart starts pumping for entirely different reasons. I trust Steph and the idea of her handcuffing me takes me to a whole new level of excitement.

  “Steph.” My voice rasps with need. I bring my hands up to frame her face, and my lips crush hers. She responds instantly, moving her body against mine. By the time we pull away from the kiss, I can feel the heat in her cheeks and both of us are breathing hard and fast.

  “I think if you want to use those cuffs, we’d better turn on a light. And I’ll need to be undressed. I think you should take off my clothes since this is your idea.” My voice is commanding, although I feel completely at her mercy. I take a step backward and reach toward the bedside table where I see the silhouette of a small lamp. Twisting the switch, I get my first real look at her tonight.

  I see blonde hair I plan on wrapping around my fist later, big deep blue eyes, and lips that are puffy and pink from my kiss. She is, indeed, wearing a sexy little outfit in a blush color with small hot pink bows at the waistband and the vee of the camisole that shows off her cleavage. Her face and chest are flushed. The rest of her delicate skin is creamy and smooth.

  I really want to see her ass in those shorts she’s wearing with the light on. Without saying a word, I motion with my finger for h
er to spin around. She gives me a shy grin, but immediately complies, and I want to weep at how perfectly the shorts hug those firm, round cheeks.

  Chapter Four

  Stephanie

  Giving Nate a little show, I twirl around for him, happy I chose this outfit. I wanted to do this in the dark, but now that there’s some light, I’m glad he turned it on. He’s so hot, and he already has me aroused from our little game of hide and seek. He could easily turn the tables on me and flip the power, but I can see by the smirk on his face, he likes our tug of war for control. He’ll let me win, at least for now.

  I take two steps to where he stands next to the bedside table, his eyes never leaving mine. I recognize the hunger in them. Soon, I’ll be able to touch him just like in my fantasies. I reach up and begin unbuttoning his uniform shirt, untucking it as I get down to his belt and finish with the buttons. Nate stands perfectly still as I shuck it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Next, I run my hands underneath his black undershirt feeling his muscles flex as my fingers graze up and down his tight abs. I reach for his belt, but he stops me with a hand.

  “Wait. I need to take care of this.” He says, motioning toward the belt and moves over to the tall bureau along the closest wall. I watch him with interest as he silently removes the belt that holds all the implements he needs for his job, minus a set of handcuffs. He lays it down carefully and heads back to stand in front of me. His impressive erection is making it difficult for him to walk normally. I can see the large bulge in his uniform pants. He reaches down to scoop up his shirt and pulls an instrument out of the front pocket and sets it on the table. He looks like a Greek god with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscles showing everywhere that isn’t covered with clothing. He leaves me breathless.