Lone Female (5 page)

I managed to duck into an alley and clawed at
my gear to get it off, stuffing it into the folded up carrier bag I'd carried
in my pocket in case of just such an emergency. I could hear a siren now,
probably the van I'd seen earlier. I checked the coast was clear then walked as
calmly as I could back to my car, wearing just my black trousers and white
shirt and shivering a bit in the late night cold.

It seemed to take forever to find it and I
had to duck into the shadows when a patrol car went past. Finally I found the
car and drove out of town by the back roads. I learnt my lesson that night.
That was the last time I was going to go on 'foot patrol.' It was just too
dangerous. As I drove home I passed a couple of cars, driven by women on their
own, and noticed their eyes flicker nervously in their rear mirrors as I
overtook them. I realised that the back roads of that part of the country were
almost completely deserted at night. No coppers around, nobody around at all in
fact. A plan started to form in my mind.

4.

A couple of weeks later I pulled over my
first lone female in a car. It had taken me that long to get all the stuff
sorted out for the car
-
false plates, blue
light, siren, and a flat cap instead of a helmet. I'd brushed up on procedure
on the internet and checked a likely route with good stops for pulling a car
over. It was almost laughably easy. The first couple of times it felt like
being a kid again, playing somewhere where you knew you weren't allowed to.

Believe it or not, there wasn't any sex. I
tried it on, but the two women I stopped weren't taking the bait
-
they either didn't understand what I
was on about, or didn't want to, and I ended up just telling them to behave
themselves and go home.  Like I said, that wasn't the end of the world; if
I was honest, it was the power trip I was getting off on; the way these women
did what they were told just because I'd put a uniform on and flashed a blue
light at them.

On the third try, though, I struck lucky -
and that was the woman I first told you about. That had been fantastic and I
was hoping to pull something like that off again. Unfortunately, as he usually
did, Derek threw a spanner in the works by telling me I had to work late for
three nights that week to clear a backlog of invoices and accounts stuff,
mostly caused by his own inability to do the paperwork properly in the first
place. The funny thing was though that he did me a big favour.

Derek had just told me about having to work
late and I'd stormed off for a fag break to calm down. I knew that would piss
Derek off anyway; he didn't like staff taking smoke breaks and used to complain
about it, saying 'I don't get five minute breaks all the time; just because
you're stupid enough to smoke I don't see why you should get them'.

I pointed out that the company rulebook said
staff could take a five minute break every two hours. It didn't say what for,
it could be for a cup of tea or for taking a crap in the toilets for all that
it mattered, but Derek needed something to make himself feel morally superior.
So there I was outside the back door, drawing angrily on a cigarette and trying
to calm down, when out came Mandy off the shop floor. I instantly brightened
up.

'Got a spare fag, Carl?' she asked, like she
did every time she came out.

'You're too young to smoke.' I smiled as I
pushed a cigarette towards her from the packet. It had become a bit of a joke
with us.

I felt the cool touch of her small hand round
mine as she shielded the flame from my lighter, drawing a deep draft of smoke
in then exhaling it upwards. She leaned back against the wall, looking
breathtaking in a tight black top and little floral skirt. She held her arms
across her chest in that instinctive way that large-breasted girls seem to,
cupping a hand under her elbow and holding her cigarette away from her face as
she took a second, more delicate puff.

'Cheers Carl. Cheer up, can't be as bad as
all that.' She'd noticed my expression.

'Suppose not. Derek's put me on
lates
for the rest of this week.'

Mandy's normally sunny expression turned to
disgust.
'You too?
He's got me on that as well. It's
my last day tomorrow and I'm thinking of telling him where to stick it, but I
need a good reference.'

I realised her two-week placement had flown
by, I'd started to enjoy our little chats and I realised I was going to miss
her. I took a deep drag and pursed my lips, breathing out a cloud of smoke
downwards.
'Fucking Derek.
I've had it up to here with
him.'

Mandy laughed.
'You too
eh?'

I felt the mutual relief you get when you
realise a colleague shares your bad opinion of someone else.

'I'm guessing you don't like him much either.
You've only had to put up with him for a fortnight. I've been here years.'

Mandy shuddered. '
Urgh
,
he's horrible. He always disappears when the shop gets busy and then he's
always trying to look down my top, dirty old sod.'

I laughed and looked her in the eye, my
glance momentarily dropping to her chest then back up. 'Well, you can't blame
him for that.'

Mandy smiled and shoved me playfully. I
thrilled at the pressure of her little hand on my bare arm.
'
Oy
you!
I don't mind
some
men looking at me.
Just not him.'

There was a pause as we both smoked. I
realised it was now or never; I needed to make a move before she disappeared
out of my life. The trouble was, I'd been so caught up with the IPO game I
hadn't even noticed a fit woman right on my own doorstep. I took the plunge.

'So, got a boyfriend at that college of
yours?' I guessed she probably had. She hadn't mentioned one, but girls that
pretty usually have a bloke surgically attached to them from the age of consent
onwards, if not before.

'That lot?' she sniffed. 'They're all geeks.
Or boys.' She paused then looked at me. 'I prefer men.' She ground her
cigarette under her heel.

I stubbed my cigarette into the aluminium
ashtray on the wall and was about to ask her out for a drink but the door
crashed open. It was Derek.

'I think you've had long enough for your
break, you two. The shop floor's getting busy. Mandy, can you come and help,
now please.'

Mandy smiled meekly and turned to go. 'Yes,
Derek.'

Derek looked down at the ground. 'And we
don't leave cigarette ends on the floor, do we. Pick it up please, Mandy.'

She started to bend down and I noticed
Derek's eyes flick downward to the short skirt stretched across her arse. I
stepped in.

'I'll pick it up, Derek, that one was mine.'
I bent and scooped up the fag end, sticking it in the ashtray with a violent
stab, looking at him with an expression of disgust.

He bridled, and then collected himself.
'Thank you Carl. You're needed now as well.' He turned to go in and Mandy
looked back at me, mouthing 'thanks' as I followed on.

Come closing time Derek had sent off the
other two staff and there was just me, him and Mandy in the back office. I had
a sneaking suspicion that Derek would have liked it to be just him and Mandy,
but he knew he couldn't do without me on the VAT backlog stuff because as with
most things he didn't have a bloody clue. Then there was a stroke of luck; I
heard his mobile go and he came out of his office looking pissed off. It turned
out his kid, Damien, had got sick or something and his wife was worried so he
had to go home. So with more annoyance than usual he told me to make sure I
locked up properly and made sure Mandy got home alright, and left.

It wasn't much of a job to get all the forms
filled in; Derek just panics about that kind of thing as he's the sort of slow,
pedantic type who wants all the
t's
crossed. By seven
o' clock it was all done. I decided to definitely take the plunge this time and
ask Mandy out for a drink, but it turned out I didn't have to.

'All done then are we Carl?' she said,
leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs slowly, in her short skirt.

'Yep, that's the lot. Listen, I was wondering
if you fancied going for a drink?'

There was a pause and I thought she was going
to start making excuses but instead she smiled and reached into her bag. 'No
need' she said, taking out a bottle of vodka. 'I was going to offer this around
tonight as it's my last night and I can't afford to take everyone out to the
pub. But now everyone else has buggered off it's just me and you.'

I smiled.
'Shame to waste
it.
Pity I'm driving though.'

She laughed. 'I'm not. You're going to have
to give me a lift home so just a small one for you.'

We poured out the vodka into cups from the
water cooler and I noticed she'd poured herself a big measure.

'That's a stiff one.' I said with a grin. She
touched me on the arm.

'That's how I like them,' she said, slyly.

It was funny because I couldn't work her out.
Sometimes she seemed like a totally innocent girl and sometimes like a real
little slut. I guessed she'd been around a bit but she didn't give an
impression of being
tarty
. I once read about
something called a
madonna
-whore complex, some
poncey
name for blokes who think all women are either total
slags
or pure and holy like their mums. The thing was
that Mandy had this weird mix of both about her, and it was starting to drive
me wild.

She knocked back the rest of her vodka and
started twirling her hair in her finger,
then
she
leant forward and touched me on the knee. 'I'm going to miss working with you,
Carl.'

I paused and held her gaze. 'Yeah, it's been
good.'

Then I knew the moment was right and leant
in, catching the smell of her perfume as I pushed her hair back and kissed her,
my heart suddenly pounding at the feel of those soft, full lips on mine. Her
mouth opened slightly and her little tongue flicked against mine, timidly at
first then her mouth opened wider and she pushed herself against me. We kissed
harder, and she made a little mewing sound in her throat then pulled back,
looking at me and breathing hard. I wondered if she was going to cry off then
she jumped up on the desk and pulled me towards her. She looked up at me with a
kind of helpless look which just melted me.

'I want you, Carl.'

She didn't say anything like 'fuck me', or
'what are you waiting for?' Just 'I want you' and somehow it sounded
heartbreakingly genuine, something I don't think I'd ever really heard from a
woman before.

I smiled and pulled off my tie and shirt,
letting her run her hands across my chest then down to my crotch, squeezing and
caressing there with a touch that was like an electric current running through
me. I pulled off her little top and, like I'd suspected, she was wearing some
sort of sports bra thing that kept her tits under firm control. She smiled
shyly and reached behind, shrugging the bra off her shoulders. I swear I'd
never seen anything like it; her tits were like a wet dream and bigger than I'd
ever have guessed from her slim figure. They were a perfect shape, full and
round with large, dark nipples and I wondered for a minute if they were fakes;
but as I squeezed and stroked them I realised they were totally real. A frown
crossed her face and she looked down at her chest.

'Do you like them then?'

'They're amazing.' I leant down to kiss and
lick her nipples, feeling them form into bullet like points under my tongue as
she inhaled sharply.

'I don't. They're too big.'

That was what I meant about her little
innocent girl streak. She hadn't even worked out that she had breasts that some
men would kill to look at, let alone touch. I just laughed and said 'they're
beautiful. You're beautiful.'