Squeak! Squeak!” Sounds of a Good Whore!!!”

Squeak! Squeak!” Sounds of a good Whore!!!”

It was a dark Friday evening, just a little passed 10pm. I had been sitting in my patrol car all night. I looked around outside. I could see a light out above the old gas station. It was your typical slow boring, small town night. I had moved from the big city a few weeks ago. I graduated from the Police Academy. Worked two years on the mean streets of NYC. I needed a big change in my life. I decided to move down to Maryland. Out on the Eastern Shore. As far away from civilization, I could get. I ran for Sheriff in this small town. The previous Sheriff retired. “You’ll love it here young man. There is never any action in this small town.” he said. So far he was right. I was working on my 4th straight week of doing nothing.

I looked at my watch as I sipped some coffee. I tossed my empty cup in the back seat. I picked up my new issue of Bodacious, off the passenger seat. I was just about ready to call it a night. I live alone in a big house near the beach. I had the weekend off. I wanted to wash my car and fix some stuff around the house. “Beep! Sheriff!! Sheriff Buck! Come in. Over!” said the radio. I reached down to pick up “CB”. “Sheriff Buck! Here! Over!” I said. “Hey Sheriff. This is Lucy. We got a code 69 in progress. Behind the Five n Dime. Over!” said Lucy. She was the new Dispatcher for the police and fire departments. She worked from home. We had one line installed in her dining room.

“Who called it in? Over!” I said. “Mr. Fancy, he lives across the street from the Five n Dime. He said there were two people in the back of his store. Doing something funny. Over!!” Lucy said. “OK! Lucy! I will go check out the code 69..Over!” I said. I tossed my adult magazine on the passenger seat. I then checked my rear view mirror as I started the patrol car. I shook my head when I remember what a code 69 was. It was for prostitution. I was sure the two parties involved, probably left by now. It was a good 20 minute ride to the store. I was just hoping it was going to be a good call. Maybe my night would not be so boring, after all.

I pulled the only patrol car in the town, down main street. I drove through the only traffic light. I think it was yellow. I turned on my turn signal just pass the Five n Dime store. I pulled into the dirt parking lot. A few rocks bounced off the grill of the car. I edged slowly around the green dumpster. I pulled into the back alley connecting the store with the only laundry mat in the county. I looked over the hood. My mouth dropped open. There were two people in front of my head lights. The gentleman dropped his beer on the ground next to his foot. The girl put her hand up to her eyes to see who I was. Both there mouths fell open when I turned on my red/blue flashing police lights.

A second later the gentleman fell to the ground. He looked pretty intoxicated, as he yelled something in the air. The woman tried to run from the scene. Her 6inch silver platform heels barely moved in the rocks. She was wearing a shiny silver dress. It was at least two sizes to small on her. Every curve on her body could be seen under the tight fitting dress. She had two very large breast, that were pushed together under the shiny silver dress. It look like two tiny hammocks trying to cover up, her very large breast. They swung side to side, almost popping out. The two straps around her neck, made a big hole for her cleavage to almost spill out. There was a silver ring in the middle separating her large cleavage. It held both straps up on her chest and around her neck. She had big hips, to go with a huge ass. Her two thick thighs jiggled as she took a few more steps in her heels. Her big curly red hair shook behind her as she picked up her small feet. I picked up my Sheriff hat off the passenger seat. I put the patrol car into park. I opened the door to get out.

“Stop! Sheriff! Put your hands up. Now!!” I yelled. I watched as her left earring fell out under her big hair. I watched as it hit the dirt near her left side. She then put her hands over her head. Her big purse fell on the ground. Her shiny silver dress rode up her huge ass. It stopped about half way up her curvy ass. I could see she was wearing a very tiny silver thong. It was wedged between two very large white butt cheeks. I started to walk closer to her. I could feel the rocks on the under side of my black patrol boots, being crushed. I walked passed the guy laying flat in the parking lot. He was already passed out. I walked up behind the voluptuous woman standing 10 feet behind him. She was breathing heavy.

I pulled out my long black flashlight. I then moved the light down her back, over her big exposed ass. Her big shadow, shinned in front of her. She flinched her hands. Like she wanted to put them down. ‘Did I say you can drop your hands. Keep them up.” I said. “Yes! Sir!” she said. “Why are you trying to run from the police?” I said. “No! Not me! Sir.” she said. “Right! How far did you think you might get in those big heels? There a little big for your small feet.” I said. She looked down. I could see she had painted her toe nails the same matching bright red, as her long finger nails. “Slowly put your hands down. Nice! Now put them behind you.” I said. She moved her hands down to her big hips. She had trouble putting them behind her lower back. She groaned as I watched.

I reached down with my two big hands. I felt her small hands. “I need to put you in cuffs. Just until I figure out, what’s going on. Your not in trouble.” I said. “But, I did not do anything. Cletus!! Wake up.” she yelled. I reached around my belt. I unhooked my hand cuffs. I quickly put them on her hands. I could hear the heavy metal close around her wrist. Her dress was still pulled up in back. I looked over her shoulder. She was maybe 5ft 5 in her heels. Being almost 6ft 4inches tall, helps. I had a direct view of her large breast in the light. I then turned off my flashlight. I stuck the big metal flash light under my belt.

I grabbed her hands and walked her toward the gentleman lying in the dirt near my patrol car. I had to help her stay upright. She could not walk in her heels very good. Her bodacious body shook as she barely moved. It took us a few minutes to get back to her male friend. We were both standing above him. “Sir! Can you hear me??” I said. He laughed. “Open your eyes. It’s the Sheriff Office.” I said. “Wake up Cletus. You idiot.” she said. I turned to look at her. We had stopped a few second ago, but her body was still jiggling. “Stay here. Don’t move.” I said.

I turned to walk back to get her purse and earring. They both fell when she ran away from me. I leaned down to pick up both. I smiled. Her purse was kinda of heavy. A wrinkled $20 dollar bill was on top of her purse. Some cigarettes and a huge set of keys were just inside her purse. She must have 40 keys on this big key chain. Her earrings was just a little bigger than her key set. I walked backed to her. She was still yelling at her friend on the ground. “Cletus! Wake up you fool. Wake up! Where in trouble you dumb ass.” she yelled. I put her purse on the ground next to my feet. I then leaned over to pull down her tight silver dress. She wiggled around as her dress inched back down her thick body. “Thank! You! Sheriff!” she said.

“Now! Mame! Tell me! Who is this man to you?” I said. “Ok! Sheriff! He is my dumb ass husband. Cletus. It’s his birthday today,” she said. “What were you both doing out here. Behind the Five n Dime.” I said. “We were just talking. Then you pulled up behind us.” she said. “What is your name?” I said. “Mona Biggins!” she said. “Mona! The truth now. I know what you two were doing. Is he really your husband?” I said with a smile.