Lacey
11.
Of course, the first person I see at the office this morning is Adrian. He texted me all weekend, asking if I was alright, being his usual nice, apologetic self before he turned vile and angry, complaining about my mistakes, listing every single shitty thing I allegedly ever did, and lastly insulting me with several different names out of the dictionary for assholes.
Briana was about to block his fucking number, but I told her I need this, need the reminder that he is the way he is, so I never fucking go back to him ever again. And I think it kind of helped, because now that I see him, I only see a beautiful shell with a sick ugly guy underneath it. I don’t even know who let him be a cop. He’s so morally corrupt, I’m sure it bleeds into all aspects of his life, including his job.
The station looks nice. At the very front, they have a reception desk where there’s an officer sitting 24/7. And in front of that desk is a little waiting area. A hallway down to the right are some cells. Behind milky glass doors is the real office. And it’s the same as any other office I’ve seen before, just a little bigger. There are desks everywhere, filled with papers over papers. On the other side of the room is another glass door, but this one is see-through, with the name Captain Daniel Campbell in bold letters. I have only ever been here once and that was a disaster itself, so I shake a little as I enter Campbell’s office. I look around the almost-empty station and sit down in one of his chairs that he offered, right next to one that Adrian occupies.
He smiles at me, with his nice, son-in-law-material smile, but I don’t respond. I look at his boss, who looks between the two of us awkwardly.
“Ms. Monroe.” He nods in my direction, and I smile, but only at him. “I wanted to get this issue out in the world immediately. I had the impression you two got along fine at my barbecue, but the minute I turned around all hell broke loose and I almost had two of my best officers in another fight.”
Another fight?
“Since I don’t tolerate my staff acting like college frat boys, I wanted to make sure that this arrangement is OK for the both of you,” he says pointing between me and Adrian. “You’re a beautiful young lady, Ms. Monroe, and I do really need some help around this place, as you can see.” He points to all of the piles of paper around every inch of his desk, and my eye almost twitches with the need to sort through them. “But if I have rowdy guys who fight over a woman, in this damn building, I will lose my shit. Do I make myself clear?” he asks, his voice turning into a more direct voice, different from the one he used at the party, but more like the Captain he is.
I feel kind of small and stupid in front of my new boss because of the events of last week. I should’ve applied for a damn waitress job, or a damn strip club. I’m sure they would’ve been thrilled about my titties dangling in front of customers.
“There won’t be an issue sir,” a dark, vibrating voice says behind me.
I almost close my eyes in pleasure from hearing it. I’ve missed it all weekend. Whereas Adrian had no issues texting me all day long, Koa lacked in his messenger skills. He didn’t text again and there were no more dick pictures, no call, and no FaceTime to tell me about all the dirty things he could do to me with that fucking voice he just used.
“Maverick,” Campbell says on a nod, looking behind me. “Hyde.”
I don’t even turn around to look at them. I had an early session with my vibrator and the dick picture this morning to get myself over seeing them at work today. But I don’t think it worked because I already feel the need to change my underwear, my mind running wild with fantasies about being cuffed and cherished.
“We will be on our best behavior, boss. I promise,” Ledger says, and I almost chuckle. He kind of has a little humor in his voice with everything he says.
Campbell lets his brows rise up on his big face, his chocolate eyes coming back to Adrian and me. And although I hate this kind of thing, with more than one pair of eyes on me and especially in front of my new boss, I tell Campbell the truth, so I’m able to work at this place in peace. Just from one look around I can see that he desperately needs someone to help him.
“Mr. Campbell.” I look at him and add, “Sir. I’m sorry for Friday, I never wanted to cause any drama. Adrian and I, we decided to end our relationship before the barbecue and there were still some things left unsaid, but we talked all through them and there won’t be any other issue. I’m fine with working here and ignoring your guys, until they need my help with anything,” I say like the good Christian schoolgirl I once was, and it seems to work because, for the first time today, the wrinkles on Campbell’s face seem to be flattened.
He claps his hands. “Fine. That’s fine with me,” he says, looking over to Adrian, who I felt tense up beside me the moment I started speaking. “And you Adrian? Can you get your shit together?” our boss asks him and the tension in the room is so heavy it could be cut.
“You heard her. We’re fine,” he puffs out angrily.
Campbell doesn’t look too pleased, but he nods curtly. “Sure, now that this is taken care of, welcome aboard, Ms. Monroe.”
He stands up, pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt back into it, looking like every cliché I’ve ever seen on TV, and points around the room.
“I have a lot of stuff that has been waiting to be archived and I need a system. Cases that are still going, closed ones, etc.”
I nod and stand up, still not turning around to look at any of the guys in the room, my gaze fixated on my new boss and my new boss only.
“There are a lot of desks behind you that have paperwork that needs to be fixed as well. The black desk in front of my office could be used for random stuff. I’m sure you will know better what to do with what, when you go around and look for yourself. I’m sure one of these gentlemen will be so kind as to show you around the office and walk you through.”
“I will!” comes from all around me, and I feel my cheeks warm with the thought of them wanting to show me around.
Campbell looks irritated and disappointed with all of them, but before he can say something his phone rings and he rolls his eyes when he sees the number.
“Damn, Belinda, always has to call me at work,” he says, his hand already reaching for the phone. “Hyde. Show her around. You other two go and get your shit together,” he says, throwing the men shady looks before picking up the phone. “Belinda,” he greets, sitting himself back down into his chair, ignoring us completely.
He starts digging into the donuts, glaze bits falling all over the files, making my eye actually twitch. I can’t wait to get all this shit organized and fucking crumb free.
“Well, Monroe, you heard him. Come on, I’ll show you around,” Ledger says from behind me and I already feel my heart flutter, but I have to turn around.
Shit. Now I’m wet. They are both in their uniforms. Ledger’s brown hair is slightly gelled back, and Koa’s looks like a hotter, fresh-out-of-bed version. Pictures from last week flood my brain, and I can’t even say a damn word because I can’t stop thinking about the way he felt pushing hard against me, his high-inducing kisses, the way he came all over his abs. I’m so screwed.
“How about I show you around, Lacey?” Adrian says, touching my arm, and I flinch—fucking flinch—away from him.
He got me out of my Koa fog, but I don’t want him touching me. His hand is so cold and feels so wrong on me, I can’t believe I was with him for so long. Ledger is there a second later, taking Adrian’s place, and I let him take me out of the office after uttering a quick no to Adrian, whose face is a mix between angry and kicked puppy.
I pass Koa who stands just outside the office and can’t help but close my eyes, taking a whiff of his scent. He smells so amazing, like pure male and mint gum and something else I can’t identify. His eyes meet mine a second after I open them, and I feel it down to my core. His brown eyes gleam under the cheap old lamps, and I quickly look away. Koa moves and goes to one of the desks in the very back as Adrian rushes out of the office, almost bumping into me in the process. Ledger chuckles, looking after him.
“I apologize for his behavior. He’s not so good with the word no,” he says with a more serious look that’s gone the second his eyes land on me.
I have so many questions about Adrian, his past, and everything Ledger and Koa know and haven’t told me yet, but I let it slide for now, concentrating on my new place of work.
Ledger shows me around the basic things first.
“You have to know exactly where to get away if anyone annoys you, or if the job does,” he says, making me giggle.
He shows me a small, old-looking kitchen with a little sink, dishwasher, and microwave next to an old fridge that makes really loud noises. He then leads me to the bathroom.
“It looks rotten, but we have a really great Russian cleaning lady who comes in every other day to clean up after all these cops.”
I just nod curtly and follow him back to the office. Most cops are on duty out and about, so there’s just a few inside the office doing paperwork. Ledger introduces me to a woman named Officer Rayna Sheen and her partner Derek Smith, who both look like they are knees deep into working on their cases. We go around and he shows me the desks of everybody, pointing to name tags, which will be a big help for me when all the other officers show up from time to time.
“We’re usually all tired and overworked. Most of us don’t like being cramped up in the office for too long, so we try and get our work in as fast as we can, and then we leave this office as fast as we can,” he says, grinning and showing me a dimple.
I melt a little. He looks so good with his brown hair, beard, and dark-blue eyes that seem to have a hard time staying on my face and not wandering down to my legs or tits, even though everything is covered in a white blouse and a pencil skirt that almost reaches my knees. His shoulders are wide and he’s tall. As in over a head taller than me, even though I’m wearing kitten heels, so I have to look up to him. Tattoos peek out from his shirt sleeves, and I start to sweat. Does Koa have tattoos too? I didn’t see any when we did the FaceTime thing, but I was too preoccupied with his dick and abs to even notice anything else. My heart beats faster just thinking about it, and my dirty mind runs even further, looking at Ledger now and thinking about Friday when he watched my tits with a hungry look on his face.
“Stop it, Lacey,” he says, and I abruptly look from his sexy, balled fists, where I see more tattoos, to his face.
The humor has left his features and he looks like a completely different guy, hard and dangerous, his eyes glinting with something even more dangerous, and I shiver.
“What?” I answer shyly. I look up at him, not really knowing what I did to make him act this cold when he was so funny a second before.
“Your fucking thoughts, I can see them all over your face,” he says, and I feel myself flush.
Can he read my damn dirty mind? But instead of denying him, I feel a big need to please him, so I only nod and whisper a small, “I’m sorry.”
He groans, pushing me in Koa’s direction, who’s typing away on his keyboard furiously. His desk is full of piles of paperwork, markers, and little, tiny yellow sticky notes. He needs a lot of work on his desk too.
“This will be a lot of fun, man,” Ledger says as he falls into his desk chair.
Koa’s eyes come up to me, and I feel all blood leave my head, pumping into my girlie parts. Images of him on the phone, in front of me at the party, over me, feeling his mouth on mine, his eyes when I came…
“I told you to stop it,” Ledger orders, and I have to hold back a noise when I see him looking down my body again with the same intensity in his eyes he had a minute ago.
I see Koa sit up straighter in his chair out of the corner of my eye and my gaze wanders back to him.
“I’m sorry,” I say for a second time.
“Lacey,” Koa says in a warning tone, and I see his eyes turn into an amber color looking hard into mine.
He looks so good in his uniform, his chest so wide, big arms that I know are able to carry me like a lightweight. And is that the outline of his dick? Fuck. Is he even hard? Or is this a joke? I mean I saw the picture and I saw over the camera. But I can clearly see the outline of his dick right now and my mind screams the lyrics to Nicki Minaj’s “Super Freaky Girl” in a fast beat. Ledger stands and looks around the office for a quick second before he comes up behind me. He pushes me into Koa until I’m so close to him, my hips align with his face. My mind runs even wilder, even dirtier. Ledger pushes into me from behind, holding a piece of paper in front of me, his arm brushing over the side of my boob.
“Just look at this file, Lacey,” he whispers in my ear, his dick growing hard against my ass.
I have to close my eyes. I can’t look at a fucking file. Instead, I push my ass back a little to feel more of him. And when I do, his dick gets fully hard. I make an embarrassing sound in the back of my throat, and Ledger crunches the paper in his fist to cover the noise. I don’t know if this is an important document, and under normal circumstances the freak in me would immediately try to smooth out the wrinkles, but I couldn’t fucking care about this fucking sheet of paper even if I wanted to.
“Knock it off,” Ledger orders, pushing into my ass.
Fingers touch my thighs, and I look down to Koa who looks up at me hungrily. I almost make another stupid sound, but he wraps his hand warningly around my thigh. His grip is harsh, and after my experience with Adrian I should hate that a man is gripping me this hard but I like it way too fucking much.
“Be quiet,” he orders, loosening his grip.
His hand wanders further up my skirt, and he brushes my damp thong. I make another vibrating sound in my throat and Ledger lets out a little groan, his hips pushing me deeper into Koa’s hand.
“Shut up and look at the document, Lacey,” Koa orders in a scary deep voice I didn’t even know he had.
He pushes the sticky fabric to the side, freeing my pussy in an office full of people. I don’t even know what finger he is using, just that the friction of it running through my folds is making my knees buckle. Before I know it, he is pushing a finger inside me and I immediately clench around it. A strong feeling swirling through my most sensitive parts.
“I don’t know what you want, Lacey. I gave you some freedom over the weekend, thinking you needed time. But apparently you have some other needs that have to be taken care of.”
He’s pushing in and out slowly and I let out a desperate noise, wishing we were alone in my apartment.
“Be quiet or I won’t make you come,” he says, pushing his finger in and out, getting my juices everywhere.
I’m so wet it’s fucking embarrassing. He pushes another finger inside and rubs my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Koa,” I let out, and he pulls out his fingers, slowly swirling my sensitive nub and I’m already about to explode.
“I said be quiet,” he repeats, pushing his fingers back inside roughly.
He curls them, hitting a sweet angle I didn’t even know existed, and I swallow down a loud moan. Ledger pushes himself against me again and with that Koa’s fingers move into me even deeper. My mind is spinning and I’m seconds away from coming.
“How does she feel?” Ledger asks.
A sheen of sweat covers my chest and neck.
“Fucking amazing. She’s so tight, she’s clenching my damn fingers like a glove and so wet, I have her juices all over my hand.”
Ledgers groans, gripping my breast, the paper crinkling against my blouse, and I want my clothes off, my boobs feeling so heavy now. I want him to fuck me. I want Koa to fuck me. I want them both to fuck me.
“Yeah,” Ledger says, pushing into my ass again and sliding the paper over the cups of my bra, the friction catching my nipple with every pass. “Tell me, is your pussy shaved, sweet girl?”
I almost grunt like a pig when Koa pulls his fingers back out letting them glide around my pussy lips.
“She’s smooth as silk, I think this needy cunt is waxed.”
I feel as if I’m vibrating and it’s too much. I lean back and grip Ledger’s thighs behind me, holding on tight to his muscled legs so I don’t cave in like a house of cards.
I feel the tip of his nose at my earlobe as he starts to dirty talk into my ear while Koa pushes two fingers back inside me with a fast pace.
“I love bare cunts, Lacey. You don’t know how much I want those juices dripping down my chin as I lick your sweet pussy,” he whispers in my ear, and I see stars.
I come and can’t hold back a moan that escapes my mouth, my pussy clenches hard around Koa’s finger and goose bumps cover my entire skin. Holy Fuck! I would fall back if Ledger wasn’t holding me up with his free hand around my waist. Koa slows his movements but lets me ride out the tide of my orgasm as it crashes through my body like nothing I’ve felt before. He pulls out his fingers from under my skirt, takes a quick look behind me at the office, and then puts them in his mouth. Oh my god…
“How does she taste?” Ledger asks excitedly, and I don’t know what it is, even though I just came, all I can think of is chasing another orgasm.
“Like honey, man. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had,” Koa says, turning his chair around and starting back up with his typing, as if nothing just happened. As if he didn’t just have his fingers up my pussy. As if he didn’t just make me come on my first day of work. And I know he does this to hide what we all just did, but I still feel a little tear at my heart. At my fucking heart. It’s all the confirmation I needed. I have to stay away from him, from both of them, to keep my heart safe.
I take the crinkled document from Ledger, taking a step away from him. It feels like a loss not having his warm body pressed against my back, but I need to get some space between me and these two fuckboys with sinful bodies, enormous dicks, and magical fingers.
“Thank you, Officer Hyde, for giving me a tour and this… uhm this paper. I will see what I can do about it,” I stutter, my eyes landing on Koa who is still furiously typing away on his computer as if he’s writing a damn essay, not looking at me.
“Officer Koa,” I say, and see his shoulders stiffen for just a short moment. “See you guys around.”
I make my way back to the captain’s office, my thong still pushed to the side. I have a feeling everybody’s eyes are on me, but when I look around, everyone is still knee deep in their work and the Captain is still on the phone when I step into his office, munching on another donut.
“Belinda, I told you, you can’t make tofu, I’m not a fucking vegan, I want meat.”
I feel guilty for having acted like a very naughty employee, with slutty thoughts, so all day long I work like a maniac, being the employee of the month, organizing his workspace like a maniac, until every last donut crumb is wiped away from his empty table by the time I leave.