WIP - Officer Spectacular

*****unedited, raw, uncut***** (please excuse typos and errors)

Now generally when someone is handcuffed and placed in the back of a police car, it’s usually bad news. There can’t possibly be any positive coming out it. Nine times out of ten, you’re going to jail for something stupid. And jail is not a place I would want to be at. Mostly because I wouldn’t fair to well due to the fact that I’m one of the baddest chicks walking around.

Still, I ended up in the back of a police car, handcuffed… but not for what you think.

I am work at the Capitol for the state. I’m surrounded by the state’s congress people, from both sides of the aisle, both the House and the Senate. Also in our building, or in one of the adjacent buildings, are the state police. There is a training post nearby and sometimes, especially when there is a controversial bill being signed into law, they are our security.

This one particular spring month, they were stationed at every major entrance, every side entrance and throughout various areas in the tunnels underneath the Capitol. Whenever anyone sees this type of activity going on you should know that the Governor is going to be there. And sure enough, the governor was there. For two weeks.

I was wearing a very spring-like dress, hoping it would make the gloomy day more vibrant and happy. It was a halter top, floor length green dress that flowed from the hips down. Of course, no matter how I tried, I couldn’t hide the shape of my thighs or my ass. They were just there.

My lunch was ending and I was heading back to my job, navigating my way through the mile long tunnel from the mall to the building. I spotted this sexy thing in a uniform. He was sitting at a table stationed between the Capitol building and my building, eating a bag of Harvest Cheddar Sun Chips. Although he was still quite a few feet in front of me, I was able to make out all of his physical details.

He was in wearing a crisp, nicely creased uniform. His hat sat next to his bag to the left on the table. He was a shade of brown reminiscent of coffee mixed with sugar and cream. He had piercing deep brown eyes and dimples. He had nice lips, not too plump but not too thin; and he was clean shaven. Or maybe he really didn’t go facial hair. From the distance I was, and now slowly walking toward, he appeared for have no skin flaws at all.

I had my work badge in plain sight in so I could just walk straight through. I picked up the pace and that’s when our eyes met.

He said, “Hello, how are you?”

I glanced at his name tag and responded, “I’m fine Officer Thomas. How are you?” Not expecting a response, I continued walking to my job.

When I was a little distance away, I heard him say, “I’m better now.”

And with those words, I knew I had to get to know him better.

Although I continued on to work, I thought about him all day. I didn’t think I would see him again. The officers do rotating shifts per entrance. He could be at any of the spots, on any day, working any hours. But I did have a name at least.

That following Saturday I made my way to Planet Fitness. I had to work out to keep up my wonderful physique. I usually went in the middle of the day, so that I could have workout partners. They didn’t know they were my workout partners, but they were. However, that day I chose to get up early and head in. It was about 7am. When I arrived, I was there by myself, saved for the people who opened the gym. The way the gym is set up, all the exercise machines are the furthest from the entrance. Between the entrance and the machines are the weight lifting stations. To the right of the lifting section is a couple of classrooms used for Step Aerobics, Yoga/Pilates and the like. Upstairs is a jogging track. My routine is simple. I take a 3 lap jog for a warm up, stretch while I’m still there, grab one of the rooms if they are empty and do a little kickboxing/step aerobics on my own and then I head to the exercise machines for my cool down.

It was about 7:45 and I was making my way to the exercise machines when I noticed a large group of men coming inside. They were all wearing matching dark gray jogging pants and t-shirts. I continued to watch the group as small sections of them broke off, heading into different parts of the gym. I then refocused my attention back to the treadmill. I finished up my cool down and gathered my things to head home when a figure stopped in front of me. I was caught off guard until our eyes met.

Those brown eyes were shining so brightly. Although I was sweating, I’m pretty sure he had my body like drip drop. I couldn’t stop the feeling. His lips curled into the perfect smile.

“We meet again.”

“Yes we do, officer. I was hoping so,” I said returning his smile.

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“Alesha,” I extended my hand. But I felt so awkward. I could feel the other officers staring me down. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few giving a nod of approval. As I was losing myself in my thoughts, I felt him grab my hand and pull me into his body for a hug. I could feel the muscles rippling through his forearms and biceps as he gave me the strongest embrace I can remember.

I felt like I could melt into his arms. But I had things I had to do. “Not trying to be rude Mr. Officer, but I have to go and you got exercising to do.”

Without missing a beat he said, “We haven’t reached that point yet,” low enough for only me to hear him. He reached into his gym bag and handed me one of his business cards. “Call me around 3, maybe we can catch a late lunch.”

“I’ll call you at 1 and leave a message for you to call me back that way you can come pick me up and take me out,” I said over my shoulder as I was walking away. I made it outside to my car and began to wonder if I should have given him my number. He was fine but I don’t care for cops.

A few hours later, after I had left a voicemail for him, Officer Thomas called me back.

"Hello?"

“Call me Justin,” he said once I answered the phone.

“Justin. How was your workout?”

“Just prepping for you.”

“You gon need more than one day’s worth of workouts sir.”

There was a few seconds pause, as if he were debating to have a comeback or change the subject. So I spoke up before he could.

“When you’re not working, what do you do?”

“Go to the shooting range. Go fishing. Hit the bar or catch the game.”

“Oh,” I responded. He was your typical “man’s man” I thought to myself.

“But when I’m taking a woman out, I like to go out to eat and to poetry readings, like the one that’s going on tonight at 7. Pick you up at 5 so we can grab something to eat first?”

Just what I liked, a man that took control. “That’s fine. I’ll text you my address. I’ll see you in a few hours Justin.” We said our goodbyes and I texted him my address.

He picked me up, in his police car, and we went downtown. He parked in my jobs parking structure and we headed towards a restaurant that was right off of the canal. We we’re seated within feet of the water.

It was a beautiful late spring day; the flowers were coming back to bloom and the trees began to show their colors or pastel pink and white. It was warm and the ducks and geese were enjoying a swim in the canal. All the beautiful young couples with their kids and workout partners were all around. I couldn’t help but to smile at my surroundings.

Justin must have been captured by my attentiveness. “You don’t come out often do you?”

“What for? There ain’t nothing out here for me,” I began to explain. “A single working woman who has no times for games, doesn’t tend to attract too many savory characters. Always a man out to prove he can break a woman.”

He laughed heartily, as my eyes moved to meet his. I hadn’t noticed what he was wearing until just then. I think I zoned out on the car ride, never having been a passenger in recent times I had enjoyed my chauffeur service. He had on a powder blue short-sleeved button shirt with khakis and black Aldos. I could smell the faint scent of Polo Black. Just as I began to swoon over him, the waitress arrived to take our orders. He ordered a bottle of Filadonna Pinot Grigio and 2 cups of ice water.

“Are you ready to order?” He laid his open palm on the table, invited me to place mine in his.

“Why don’t you order for me? But don’t have me out here eating like I’m a size two. I’m a full size, grown woman,” I jokingly forewarned him.

The waitress seemed amused at our playful banter as she patiently awaited his order.

“I’d like to order the 12oz Filet Mignon with a loaded baked potato, green beans and a caeser salad. For the lady, she’ll be having the Surf’N Turf (Filet Mignon and Lobster Tail) with redskin mashed potatoes, creamed spinach and a caeser salad as well.” As he finished up, he searched my face for a reaction. I smiled but nodded at the waitress, who waited for any corrections from me. She took our menus and promised to be right back with our wine.

“Now, you don’t really know me. What made you choose those items?” Before he could answer, the waitress returned with two wine glasses and the bottle of Pinot Grigio. She uncorked it and poured us each a glass, before sitting the bottle down and leaving us to our conversation.

“We’ve been here for about 20 minutes and several other customers have gotten their food. I saw you look at the lamb chops but you squinted so I assumed that was a no. But the customer in the corner behind me, I could smell his plate and you were staring at it. When I waved down the waitress previously, I snuck a peek. He wasn’t handsome like me so I figured it had to be the food.”

I nearly choked on my sip of wine and began coughing. I couldn’t help but to laugh. “Very observant, you should be a detective.”

“How long have you been working there?” He pointed to my building across the canal.

“Six long years. But I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I got a habit to support called living. How long have you been a police officer?”

“I think we must have started at the same time. I did my 6 months of training for the academy and then got on the police force immediately after. I thought I was going to fail the psychological evaluation.”

“So you’re crazy,” I laughed.

“Narcissistic.”

“You’re Tony Stark; without the money to back it,” I joked with him.

He chuckled. “You took it back to Iron Man 2. Very nice,” he took a sip of wine.

Soon thereafter our food arrived. We chatted while eating and he even cracked a few jokes; however corny they were he still attempted them. Once we were finished, and the tab was paid, we still had a few minutes before the poetry reading began. By this time, dusk was taking over and darkness was beginning to kick it. The lights illuminated the canal and a light breeze fluttered across the waters. As we walked silently along, I looked up at him and noticed he was staring off into space, although he was still consciously walking straight.

I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Just thinking.”

He wasn’t short but didn’t expound on his answer, so I didn’t push. We made our way off of the canal to the outdoor vicinity that hosted the slam. Within ten minutes of arriving, the festivities were beginning.”

(EMCEE) “Ladies and gentle cats, welcome to the fifth annual poetry slam. I’m your host, your dee-jay and your emcee, Lady Nique. Without any further hesitations, we’re going to get this thing started. Up to the mic first we have a real treat for y'all. One of our city’s finest coming to the stage. Welcome JT Smooth.”

Everyone, including myself, applauded as I looked around for the poet. Justin let go of my arm and headed to the stage. I was immediately flustered yet intrigued. I loved poetry and a man who could use his words majestically. I moved the people in front of me out of the way so that I could have a front row spot to see what Justin was really capable of.

After all the applause, and by the amount and the snaps from the audience, I could tell he’d been doing this for a while. “Thank you,” he softly responded in a smooth jazz baritone voice. “I wrote this piece a few weeks ago. It was inspired by my date tonight.” All eyes immediately turned to me as I looked onward blushing.

He began:

I entered into my favorite coffee shop and sat in my regular spot

Watching all the patrons talk or browser the internet

When this magnificent mahogany colored cutie walked in the store

Cautiously approaching the cashier, while gazing up at the order boards

I admired her shapely frame, short, thick with her hair in a French bun

Succulent lips and I made eye contact with those almond shaped eyes

She smiled at me, with a slight invitation was in her gaze

That’s when I made my approach.

I wouldn’t spit game at her, no she needed something smoother.

Introducing myself would be easy, but getting to know her is what I wanted

I told her I was Justin and that I wrote poetry

She said she heard those words before but entertain her anyway

So I began

All I want to do is write poems all over your body with my lips

Tangle your legs in word play, as your body dances from the rhythm

Watch as you respond to the highs and the lows

When the words flow slowly and suddenly pick up

Let me slowly kissed your mind and make your thoughts squirt everywhere

Then let me know, if you’ve heard it all before.

He finished to the sound of multiple finger snaps, whistles and applause. I was impressed, but I couldn’t help but feel like he was subliminally hinting at me. As he walked off the stage, he headed to the bar. I wasn’t sure if I should stay where I was or meet him over there. I just assumed that he needed a minute to himself. Within ten minutes, he was by my side with a drink for each of us.

We sipped on out drinks and enjoyed the rest of the slam. He didn’t say a word to me, so I just let the rest of the night go on without a hitch. Some people recited more poetry and there was even a woman who got up and sang. After a few more hours, the place winded down and it was time to go.

He still hadn’t said a word to me so I broke the proverbial ice.

“I didn’t know you had such a way with words. I’m very impressed.”

He looked me in the eye like he was searching for a hint of sarcasm. When he didn’t find it, he exhaled and responded, “Thank you. I thought it was too soon to say something like that.”

“No, but don’t think something like that’s going to happen… unless you really think you can make my thoughts squirt everywhere,” I teased. “You’re a very cunning linguist.”

He snickered until he realized my play on words. His eyes widened with shock and he looked at me with an inquisitive stare.

“What? You thought you were the only one who had a way with words?”

“Let’s head out,” his voice commanded pleasantly.

I toyed with the thoughts of asking him to stay for a few hours and secretly hoped he’d ask or invite me to his place. Neither of which occurred. He was a perfect gentleman, dropping me off at my house and walking me to the front door. He leaned in to give me a kiss good night, got back in his car and headed home. I watched him pull off and pondered on his motivations.

As I got undressed and relaxed on the couch, I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about him. I cut on the TV to catch up on my shows, and my shows ended up watching me.

A couple of days had passed and it was now Wednesday. I hadn’t seen him at work and he hadn’t bothered to call or text. I sent him one the Monday after our date, but no response was received. I brushed it off. No foul no harm. We went on a date and maybe he wasn’t feeling me. It happens… not usually to me, but there’s always a first right? No biggie, I just continued my work day and made some plans for myself that Friday.

Friday night rolled around and I was getting dressed up to hit the town. I went straight to the salon and got a cute pin curl done, got a French manicure and pedicure to match, I got my white 2009 Chevy Malibu washed and I already had my outfit picked out at home. I rushed home and put on that scandalous short black dress, it showed off my thick thighs, ass and enough of my legs to keep them wondering. I had a little black clutch, because I still had to be classy and matching 6-inch stilettos.

Me and my girls, Trina and Deanna, were about to hit the casino hard for another friend’s birthday party and stay the night at the attached hotel. When they arrived around 9, I looked at what they were wearing and I knew we were looking for trouble. Trina had dark purple highlights at the ends of her layered bob, and matched it with shoes and a strapless sequin dress she was virtually busting out of. She was easily a DD, hips, slim waist and chocolate-colored. She was always a head turner when we went out.

Deanna wore a hair long, with a new 24 inch Brazilian sew-in; she was rocking this fire engine red spaghetti strap dress with white pumps. What set it off were her floral fishnet stockings. She was the lightest of us. Her eyes were a greenish-hazel tint. She too stole hearts whenever we went out. I was just the chaperone making sure all parties that ended up with their feelings hurt, left without any incident.

We each took our own car, for several reasons, but the main one being that whenever one of us was ready to go, whoever it was could leave without dragging the other two away from her fun. We pulled into the parking lot and hopped at. Our girl’s party was already waiting by the door for our arrival. We headed to one of the indoor clubs and ordered a round of drinks for everyone. There was dancing, talking, eating and drinking for three to four hours. I chose not to overdo it and had the first shot and a drink that I nursed the entire time.

After a while, I broke off from the group and tried my hand at one of the empty blackjack tables. As I’m sitting down and talking to the dealer, I spied a gentlemen who was tall, light-skinned and looked very familiar.

“Alesha, how are you,” he leaned in to give me a hug.

I pulled away so I could get a good look at him. “Oh, you’re still alive,” I said with a thick layer of sarcasm and disgust.

“Don’t be like that baby, I’ve been busy.”

“I know, of the 24 hours in a day, you couldn’t take 2.5 seconds out to text that you were doing good? Yeah right,” I rolled my eyes.

He smiled, thinking I was playfully bantering with him. But when I continued to focus on the dealer, he recoiled.

I bet $15 initially. He dealt me the first card, an 8. Then dealt himself a 5. “Shit!” I thought to myself but continued to be patient. He dealt me a Jack and his card facedown. I stood. I had 18 and at the highest, he had 15 or 16. He turned over his card, it was a 9. Now he’s 14. I silently pray for a 3 or anything over 8. His next card is a 4. We “pushed,” or for those who lack gambling knowledge… we tied. It wasn’t a loss, but it wasn’t a win.

“You’re bringing me bad luck,” I muttered.

He sat in the spot next to me and tossed a couple of hundreds on the table. I looked over at him, still irritated, and gave him a sarcastic smile.

Though I tried to resist, I couldn’t help but get turned on by him in regular clothes. He was a looker when he was in uniform, he was handsome in his going out clothes, but his chill mode outfit was nice. He wasn’t too flashy, but he managed to show off every muscle that existed on his frame without the clothing being too tight. He had on crisp black jeans and a Bulls jersey with a black t-shirt underneath. Of course he was wearing the newest Jays.

I shook myself free of my thoughts and started gathering my things so I could leave. I wasn’t even trying to get caught up in my feelings around Justin. The more I tried to leave, the more his energy kept me gravitating towards him.

“Play one more hand before you go,” he asked knowingly.

“You paying?”

He responded confidently, all the seats at the table have already been bought.

I looked around and lo and behold, he was playing every seat, except for the two he was going to allow me to play. “Don’t you think that I’m not still unhappy with you.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he eye-oggled me. “Promise.”

“I’m not that easy,” I heard the dealer chuckle.

He leaned over and whispered, “Good. I love giving chase.”