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Authors: Clarissa Fenton

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There was quite a lot of work going if you
were prepared to stand around in the cold doing bugger all for most of the day,
the only problem was I could only do weekends and evenings so hardly ever got
offered anything. Then a few months ago, when I'd pretty much forgotten about
it, I got a call out of the blue from the agency asking if I was free that
weekend for location filming in a place on the edge of London. They wanted me
to play a copper. The odd thing was, the agent said, laughing, that I'd been
picked because I looked like one.

 

It was for some new series that they're
bringing out quite soon; sounded a load of rubbish, the usual moody stuff about
some forensic scientist who's always getting one over the police and who also
happens to be drop dead gorgeous. Anyway, I was supposed to be one of a group
of coppers searching some waste land for a body. So I turned up at some
abandoned industrial estate with all the usual chaos of lights, catering vans,
caravans and stuff that you get on location filming, with a jumped up prick of
a director
queening
it over everybody.

 

Me
and a group of other
men were put in a draughty
portakabin
and given
police uniforms to put on, with helmet, fluorescent jacket, all the bits and
pieces. A sexy little wardrobe girl put it on and consulted some sort of file
showing where everything went. I can't quite explain it but once I had that
uniform on I felt a different person. I felt I had authority. It sounds stupid
I know, because let's face it who cares what a copper says these days, it's not
like the fifties when everybody rolled over backwards to do what the local PC
told them, but whatever it was, as I looked in the mirror, I definitely felt
different. The wardrobe
girl giggle
as she looked at
me.

 

'Ooh, I wouldn't want to meet you up a dark
alley. Oh, you look nasty. You were so sweet before!'

 

I laughed and looked at myself in the mirror.
She was right; the helmet came down a bit over my eyes and the stab vest,
jacket and equipment belt bulked me out; I'm no short arse at 6' 1" but
I've never been really big. It looked like I'd put on a few pounds though. The
wardrobe girl called over her colleague, some mincing bloke who was bent as a
nine bob note but a good sort. He looked me up and down.

 

'Well hello stranger, what happened to the
innocent civilian we had in here?'

 

I laughed. 'It's called acting, darling.'

 

Camp boy laughed again and poked me in the
ribs. 'Well you can arrest me anytime, love!'

 

When everyone was finally ready,
me
and the rest of the keystone cops went to pile into a van
that was going to drive out onto some wasteland near the studios. Only there
wasn't enough room in the van, so I volunteered to follow on in my car. The
driver told me to hurry up because the director was getting shirty and we were
over schedule already. By the time I'd
got
to my car
and got back they'd left, and so I drove off in the direction I thought they'd
gone in. After a while though I realised I was lost, driving around an
abandoned industrial wasteland on the edge of a rough London suburb.

 

To cap it all I didn't have my mobile and
even if I had I didn't know who I should have phoned or what to put in the GPS.
It was pretty late by now and eventually I arrived at the end of a closed up
shopping street, deciding I'd have to ask directions from someone, if anybody
was about at all. I got out of the car, leaving my helmet off as the bloody
thing felt like wearing a brick, and walked in the direction of the street. I
could hear thudding bass music from somewhere nearby and then saw down at the
end of the road a big group of people swarming round a nightclub.

 

There are some parts of Britain round pub
closing time on a Saturday night that
are
like a war
zone.
Pissed people staggering around and fights breaking out
while a few coppers try to contain the chaos.
This place wasn't that
bad, as far as I could see, but there was still an air of menace about it, with
sounds of shouting and laughter that could easily have turned into something
nasty.

 

I didn't want to go any further on,
especially dressed the way I was. I started to wonder anyway if I should be
wandering around dressed in a police uniform; some of that lot down the road
looked like they might be the types who would enjoy cornering a copper on his
own and kicking the shit out of him. So I turned back to the car, deciding I
would just drive back to the studios; I'd probably missed my scene by now
anyway.

 

I was about fifty metres from my car when I
spotted the two girls, striding along the road arm in arm and laughing. I
thought they'd called out to me so I walked on a bit faster, but then they
crossed over and shouted at me.

 

'
Oy
oy
, '
ello
'
ello
'
ello
!'
Then they both
started laughing again.

 

I heard one of them call out, in a cockney
accent.

 

'On your own love?
That's a shame!'

 

Before I could get to my car they'd caught up
with me and were walking beside me, giggling. I looked at them. They were both
about 25, not bad looking, but common as muck with heavy makeup; one was a bit
short and dumpy, not fat though; with dyed blonde hair and big tits almost
spilling out of a tight top; the other was slim and dark with harsh features
and a flat chest but good legs, wearing
hotpants
and
knee high boots. They were a bit merry but not blind drunk or anything. I
decided to humour them.

 

'Come on now girls. Behave
yourselves
,'
I said, and carried on walking.

 

They cracked up laughing again when they
heard my accent. The blonde said '
Oo
arrr
, country boy are you? Come down to the big city on
your tractor?'

 

I walked on faster and turned briefly to
them. 'Come on, fun's over.
Time to go home to bed.'

 

'Yes please!' said the dumpy one, 'as long as
you come with us.'
Hotpants
started laughing and
grabbed my belt.

 

'Can I have a look at your truncheon?' They
both started giggling again and we
tussled
a bit as I
stepped back to avoid them, about to tell them to stop messing about and that I
was just an actor who'd got lost. Then I suddenly thought: how far can I push
this?

 

To be honest, I was starting to enjoy it and
thought it might be worth a try. I'd never had two women at the same time
before. I'd come close, but in my experience girls like this like to talk the
talk and act the
ladette
, but when it comes down to
it they chicken out. I didn't have to think for long though, because
blondie
stepped in front of me, blocking my way, with her
hands on her hips, and thrust her chest forward.

 

'Aren't you going to fuck me, then?'

 

I stopped and looked her up and down. 'What, just
you or both of you?'

 

'Well I'm not just
gonna
stand and watch, am I?' said
Hotpants
, aggressively.

 

I looked around quickly. The street was
deserted and my car was only a few metres away, tucked out of sight with no
streetlights. Nobody was about and with my pulse racing, I took the plunge. I
nodded my head in the direction of my car and said quickly, 'Come on then.'

 

Giggling, the girls piled into the back seat
of the car. Blondie looked around and frowned. 'This
ain't
a police car. Where's your big blue light?'

 

I slid in next to them and closed the door.

 

'No it's not a police car, it's mine. I'm off
duty and I'm going home.'

 

Hotpants
looked annoyed.
'Well come on then, get in the front and drive us there.'

 

I suddenly realised it was nearly 100 miles
back home and anyway, I was supposed to be working.

 

'Look, I haven't got time to mess about,' I
said. 'Here's good enough.'

 

Hotpants
still wasn't happy
but Blondie wasn't going to wait.

 

'Fuck's sake, Karen, stop moaning' she said.

 

At the same time she reached up and pulled
her little top off and wriggled out of her leggings. She had some kind of push
up bra on and skimpy knickers; I felt my cock immediately go hard as she
smiled, reached behind her back and started to unclip her bra.

 

She had massive tits, a bit low slung though
from the weight and with a bit of a flabby waist, and an arse just short of
being fat. She closed her eyes and breathed heavily as I groped her chest,
making the nipples stand up, while she fumbled to unzip my trousers. I took my
stab vest off but kept my shirt on and leaned back as she got my cock out and
began squeezing and working it up and down. I looked over to
Hotpants
who was staring at the proceedings and starting to
look bored. I sensed she was going to be the one that chickened out.

 

'Aren't you going to put on a bit of a show
then, girls, or do I have to do all the work?' I looked meaningfully at
Hotpants
.

 

'Alright, alright, hang on a bit, Jade,' said
Hotpants
, taking her top off.

 

She wasn't wearing a bra and had almost
non-existent breasts with dark nipples, but they looked good on her slim frame.
They kissed and fondled each other a bit in front of me, more for effect than
anything I thought, but I wasn't complaining. I got Blondie
-
Jade's
-
knickers down and slid a finger in to her moist pussy,
using my other hand to open up Karen's
hotpants
,
hooking my finger through her skimpy thong.

 

I smiled as I saw she was totally shaved. I
started fingering both of them and they groaned, kissing each other harder.
Then Jade broke off and knelt down in the
seatwell
,
taking my cock in her mouth and sucking hard while I continued to finger Karen.
I thought she was the reluctant one but she seemed to warm up; after a few
seconds she got down on her knees as well, jostling with Jade to take turns
sucking my cock. I was hard as steel now and not sure how much more of this I
could take, so I hooked my hands under Karen's armpits and lifted her up,
moving my knees aside. Jade took the hint and leaned back, wiping her mouth and
watching while I lifted Karen bodily onto my lap, turning her to face away from
me towards Jade. I heard her gasp and
Jade
whispering.

 

'Oh yeah, fuck that looks good...'

 

Karen smelt of booze and fags and a bodily
scent that was driving me wild; she wriggled about a bit but then Jade leant
forward and took my cock again, slurping at it greedily and
wanking
it hard over Karen's clit. Then I was inside her, savouring the tight grip of
her pussy around my shaft and loving the feel of her slim, taut body in front
of me.

 

I gripped her round the waist and worked her
body up and down my cock, looking at her tight, boyish arse flexing as it
bounced. She rubbed her clit furiously and gasped while Jade stroked my balls,
occasionally leaning forward in the cramped
seatwell
to lick my balls and the root of my cock as it pounded in and out of Karen,
touching herself at the same time. I was concentrating hard now and adjusted
Karen's body on my lap so that I wouldn't get too much sensation on my cock; it
was a relief when I felt her body stiffen and her back arch into me. She gasped
out, exhaling heavily as she came.

 

'
Ohh
FUCK.' Then
she fell back towards me, breathing hard.

 

There was a brief respite as she clambered
off me.

 

'Fucking hell, that was good,' she said,
taking my face in her hands and kissing me hard. She broke away and pushed me
back into the seat cushions as Jade got up, with a greedy expression on her
face, her big tits dangling in front of her.

 

'I hope you've got some left for me,' she
said, smiling and reaching down to pump my cock.

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