My name is Seth Boscorelli, my friends call me "Bosco." I'm a Deputy Sheriff, at one of the largest agencies in Florida. I would like to say, I love the job, yet I really don't. The culture of the world and hatred for the police, has made a once "Proud calling" into a job. No longer are the men and women that wear the uniform, going above and beyond. Now society dedicates they do the bare minimum, so they don't step over that blurred line and be the next cop caught on some 15 second cell phone video, which only showed the "Money Shot."
Yea, nearly sixteen years working the streets, driving the green and white to calls, day in and day out. I've always had the attitude of, if you ask me my opinion, then I'll give it to you. FYI, that's not the smartest way,when working for a government agency. That has allowed me to stay where I'm at, while other less qualified people make rank or move into better potions. I've been to Internal Affairs, so many times, I think I have a chair with my name on it.
But, you know what, I wouldn't want it any other way. With my colorful history, the past few years have me working the midnight shifts, 1800-0600 hours, or 6:00 PM-6:00 AM. This will keep me out of trouble, my Lt said when it came time to bid for the year. sixteen years on, puts me as the senior deputy on the squad, not that it gives me a lot of perks. The one thing it allows is, I can work the slowest zone in the district.
For most cops, they would spend the shift just sitting under a tree doing jack, in their slow zone. I'm the nomad of the squad and go wherever I want during the shift. This allows me to work the hot calls, ignoring the "boring" calls, and hanging out with my friends. Friends, really they're the reason I come to work, to hang out with them. Let me tell you what, at 0400 hours, you need your friends to kept you sane.
Getting older in my age and career, I've found I've gravitated to the women on the squad. It was never for anything sexual, but more of a big brother, teacher and protector. I am always making sure they aren't down any reports, had their meal break or at 0300 hours, just need a nap or someone to talk to.
My current squad, I have four women on it, Faith: who is like me, just in the female version and gay. Kim: is a few years younger in life, and on the job with me; has a wonderful marriage to a Lieutenant in the office. Sasha and Maritza: both came out of the academy at the same time and both in their early twenties. Maritza is a typical twenty something Spanish girl. five foot four inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds. Maritiza has delicate features, tan caramel macchiato complexion, dark brown almond eyes and always has a slight scent of lavender. Sasha was a five foot two inches, ninety-eight pounds fire cracker, long brown hair, little B cups, with an attitude to match. Her attitude and wiliness to learn from me, made me lean towards her, but that is a whole different story. No matter how much, I tried and other people tried, we could not talk her out of marrying Carlos.
Being a female cop, your mostly friends with only the other women on your squad, or in this case with your class mate. Over the weekend, I noticed on Sasha's Facebook, she had taken down all the pictures and posting of her and Carlos. When I asked her about it at roll call, she just said she get with me later.
Great, that explained allot, being their wedding was T-minus two weeks away. Not like anyone that knew her, would mind. He was a typical Spanish prick male, control freak, womanizer, and pretty much horrible boy friend. Hell, he hooked up with Sasha while his then current wife was pregnant.
Now, don't give me crap about the Spanish male remark. Both my parents immigrated from the Dominican Republic, and I'm a proud Spanish girl.
Gezz, the shift started out balls to the walls busy from the opening bell. It took me about three hours, to get with Sasha.
As I pulled up along side of her, she waved me off, so I didn't pull up next too her. She then got out of her car, and had me step out.
"Maritza, you won't believe what fucking happened to me this weekend," she said as I got out of my Dodge Charger.
Seems when she got home Friday morning, she found Carlos had left his computer messenger service up. No big deal, until she looked at the message he had with some guy, he had met on Craigslist. Seemed he was making plans to hook up, for a blow and go.
"Not really shocking, Sasha look what he has done in the past," I said in the most compassionate voice I had.
"Is the wedding still on?"
"I know someone on the squad, who would like to hear it's not." I tried to say that while hiding my smirk.
"Well, I'm not sure," they way she said it, the slight smirk on her face, and my keen cop sense; made me think she was holding something back.
"What could possible, keep you still waiting to marry him?"
"God, he was planning on getting a blow job from a dude." That would make it a no go for me.
Leaning against the hood of her car, Sasha took a sip from her Star Bucks and let me have one of those smiles only girls give, when they are about to tell something dark and secretive.
"Remember, when Bosco was going through his IA stuff?" putting her drink down.
"When they were looking to fire him, a few months ago?" I said.
"Yea that time," Her hands folded in front of her here.
"Well, that afternoon, I went to his house, and when I got there he was sleeping in bed." She looked at me with a spark in her eye, like she didn't have when she told me she got engaged.
"I didn't want to wake him, but then I didn't want to get in his bed with clothes on, I striped down to my bra and panties, and got into bed with him."
I couldn't believe one of my BFF had kept this from me for so long.
"And!" was the only thing I seemed to muster to say.
"Well, one thing lead to another, and we fucked for a bit, and then he made love to me."
"Get this, after are shower together, he made me food," she said this so easily and her face only turned a shade or two of red.
"Wait one second, in the shower Carlos dad remolded for Bosco?"
My radio tones up and the dispatcher calls 3B56, 3B26 are dispatched to a battery in progress. Fuck, right when she started to get into the juicy details.
I had spent the past two months, trying to get Sasha to call off the wedding to Carlos; even after she found him trying to cheat on her, she still was on board. Granted the cheating thing, was null and void, after our little afternoon bliss.
An outdoor wedding in February, what could be wrong with that in Florida, other than it was in the low forties. No date for it either, I thought to myself as I got dressed. Most of the people I all ready knew, so slim pickings when it came to picking someone up. Granted, Jessica one of the bridesmaids, was a tad on the "Ho" side, I wouldn't mind being one of her numbers.
A simple black linen pants, shirt, tie, and jacket. My trusty Glock in the back, and flask of Captain in my pocket, what more could a man ask for.
Here I was going solo to one of my BFF weddings, after breaking up with my boyfriend of four years, a few weeks earlier. Why did I break up with him again, I thought as I went through my closet. Ohh that's right, he has a dead-end job, and doesn't support me in mine. Or, was it because for the past two freaking weeks, all I've thought of, was the conversation I had with Sasha about Bosco.
For over an hour, she told me all the intimate details about her three-hour pleasure cruise she took with him. Details, details like how big his cock is, how he great of a lover he is. How they started out fucking, until she had an orgasm, and then he would make sweet love to her, holding her until she was calm again. The many positions they tried out. How at the end, he held her and they talked until they drifted off to sleep.
Fuck, my panties were wet the last two hours of my shift that night.
And now, here I was getting dressed for a wedding, praying he would be there alone.
As a cop, you find you only talk with your click. Even if there are other cops in the room, you pretty much don't talk with them. That's how it happened on that cold wedding day, I was standing by the front area o the reception hall. Sipping on a just as cold Captain and Coke.
At first, I didn't realize who it was when she walked in, being she looked so different out of uniform and with her hair down. But walking into the wedding reception area, was Maritza, and man did she look good. As she took off her knee-length coat, she exposed her black and white sleeveless dress, which stopped about 4" above her knees. The cut was low enough, to show off her perky C cups. She was tight and tone in all the right places.
Now being a sucker for women in high heels, I worked my way to her feet, and saw she was wearing black 4" heels, and her slender legs were in black stockings.
Our eyes caught, as I gave her a smile and approving nod. She smiled back, and gave me one of those innocent smiles girls of her age give, with a slight blush to go with it.
God, he looked so irresistible standing there with all are friends. Seeing him out of uniform was change of pace. Only in my vivid imagination, had he been anything other than in uniform. Black linen pants, dress shirt/tie, and jacket, I wonder if he was packing anything other than his enormous cock (per Sasha). I couldn't help but blush, when he smiled at me.
What was happening to me, I had never looked at him in that light. He was more the "Old salty cop", who took care of "his kids" as he put it. I'm thinking of him all the time, and it's not thinking about pina coladas and long walks in the rain. It's more like having him fuck me like an animal until I cum, and then making love to me until I fall asleep in his arms. Then for the first time in my young life, having him get up and making me a sandwich.
As the couples first dance, the group started to break up, and those with dates started to hit the dance floor. Then I noticed her at the bar, drifting over I said Hi, and complemented her on her looks. A slight head nod to the dance floor, got her to extend her hand towards me, and off we went.
Any cop worth his salt, will tell you, rumors spread like wild-fire in the rank and file of a precinct of cops. If you talk to a woman cop, it's assumed your fucking her. It doesn't matter if either one is married, it's assumed you two are fucking. Based on that, I made sure to keep my hands above her hips, while we danced, and didn't linger after the dance.
But God, she felt great in my arms, and her perfume was tantalizing. I could justified holding her near, being it was so cold out, and she was shivering.
I was enamored with him, when he pointed to the dance floor and more so when he put his arms around me. I'm not sure why, but as soon as his arms wrapped around me, pulling me in, I felt an over whelming wave of relieve. Even though it was forty degrees out, suddenly I was flush with warmth.
Being he is about a foot taller than I'm, it was easy for me to put my head on his chest and snuggle into him. God, why won't he put his hands on my ass. Go ahead and feel it, I've done a ton of buns of steel work out, and it's showing.
I was melting into him, when the song ended. He pointed me to the bar, ignoring my hand I put out for him to hold. What the fuck was that about!
A few drinks at the bar and soon I had her sipping out of my flask.