A New Partner

midnightguy

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I had been a police officer for almost 10 years as I joined the police force right after my 28th birthday. My partner for the last 5 years had just retired and I knew that I would probably be getting a rookie partner. I had no idea that my partner would be female and not just female but a beautiful female at that. My wife and I had been married for 6 years and though we were happy like many married couples the bedroom had lost some of the excitement of the first couple of years. My wife was busy with her work and I worked 11-7 so our schedules also interfered with any romantic interludes that we tried to plan. I had always remained faithful to my wife though I had been offered everything you could imagine from various females if I would only let them go or not write them a ticket. I had always managed to decline their offers and though I often so beautiful women just thinking of my wife would keep me on the straight and narrow. That was until I met my new partner. I was so taken with her from the moment we were introduced and it frightened me in many ways how a woman could possibly have such an effect on my mind and body.

Today was the first day that we were to begin patrolling together and I was really nervous not just because I had been thrust into the senior officer position and I felt responsible for her safety until she became more experienced but because of the way she made me feel like a 16 year old school boy. I waited for her in my patrol car while waiting for her to join me.

OOC:
David Johnson
Age 38
Dark brown hair
5’10, muscular build

Looking for a female writer to join as my partner, pm msg me if interested
 
I sighed softly as I walked from the main building of the station. I had only been here for a few month's and I had already been assigned to a senior officer. I have been very enthusiastic about my job, but people around the station tell me that the man I'm going to be working with takes his job seriously. Very seriously. It scares me a bit, going into a new job like this. Not to mention I'm taking over the job that another man had with him for five years. Another thing thats a bit nerve racking is that I'm one of the only five women that are in field work. So far the men I've worked with have been a bit less then wonderful to work with. I hope this man is different. I've only worked with him a few times, and to my embarrassment, I haven't been able to keep my eyes off of him. Though apparently I'm wasting my time, he's married, happily as well.

My name is Riza Nakashime, my father had joined the police force and saddly had to resign due to an injury he had taken about seven years into his job. I want to strive at what I do, and even though the man that apparently is now my partner seems strict, I don't think I'm going to be backing away anytime soon.

I'm twenty five, single, and I live in the city that my partner and I patrol. It's not the nicest of places but at least where I have my apartment isn't part of the rat-holed secton that we're going to spend most of our time.

As I made my way to the car, I could feel my heart starting to pick up it's already rappid pace. A smile though soon found its way to my lips, my dark black hair falling from my shoulders as I leaned over the doorway, my fingers curling around the space for the open window. "Hello, sir." I say in a rather chipper tone. "Almost ready, or should I give you some time?"
 
Dave

I heard her greeting and turned to look at my new partner. She was certainly good looking and I could smell her perfume. "No Dave or David will suffice, so why don't you get in and lets go. Oh by the way its great to have you as a partner."
 
I nod a bit, opening the door and sliding in. As I get in, I shut the door softly behind me, smiling a bit still. "Where are we off to...?" I ask, trying desperatly to break the awkward silence that seems to be clinging to the air. My legs cross over one another, my hands slipping to my lap. My fingertips toy and pick gently at one another, biting my lower lip softly, both a nervous habbit I never got to breaking.
 
Dave

I looked at the woman sitting next to me and though she was wearing a uniform I just couldn't get over how beautiful she was even in the dim light. She seemed nervous and a little uneasy. "We have the redlight district from 65th street 80th street and over to 97th avenue near China Town. So we will start with a cruise down 69th street which also happens to be called hooker row." It was a short drive and I wanted to say something that would put her at ease though from all reports she was an excellent officer that just needed experience. "Riza, I'm really happy to have you as a partner and you are going to be just fine trust me. But please feel free to ask questions and don't worry to much about messing up just let the training take over and you will be just fine also I have your back and won't let anything happen to you." I smiled at her as I finished my poor attempt to ease her mind. I took a right turn onto "hookers row" and eased down the street. It was still early but numerous street girls were already gathering for business. I saw two forms near a dumpster at the opening of an alley and saw that a girl was bent over giving a guy a blow job. I started to turn on my alley lights and break it up but decided to let the guy have his fun even if my wife hated oral sex. In fact here lately she hated sex altogether.
 
I nodded a bit, smiling up to the man that sat next to me. My fingers moved to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, nodding a bit as he spoke. I really couldn't help but laugh at the name the men in the squad had given that area of town. She found it quite ironic really, considering most of the men that named it had been there themselves, weather they would say it aloud or not. I looked up to him, nodding a bit as he started the car and started driving. "I'm not really worried about you not having my back. Even if you didn't I probebly wouldn't be too scared, honestly, but the scariest thing was how you were going to take to me." I laughed softly, shaking my head gently. "They have some rumors going around, apparently that you're not all that easy going. That...and taking the place of your old partner....I didn't want to bring up anything..." I sighed softly, a bit more relaxed, figureing that he couldn't be all that bad, and crossed my legs over once more, my eyes looking out the window.

It really didn't take much time to get there, and just as we were driving through the first block of the street, there were already at least ten women standing around, their high heels, low cut shirts, and short skirts making me even blush. And I wasn't even the one wearing them. Right as the awkward air started settling in the air around us, we came to one of the women pleasuring her newest cliant. I blinked and blushed, turning my attention elsewere. "Oh god..." I whispered under my breath, my eyes rolling slowly, the light blush still lacing my cheeks.
 
Dave

I noticed her discomfort upon seeing the hooker and her "john" engaged in oral sex but said nothing as we moved on down the street. As we neared the next intersection I saw her standing against the telephone pole in a tight leather mini, high heels and slinky little top. "Riza you are about to meet Stella and it would be in your best interest to make friends with Stella." I pulled closer to the curb and made eye contact with Stella and she began walking down the street and suddenly turned into an alley. I drove past the alleyway and pulle over motioning for Riza to get out as well. We walked to the alley and stepped inside the small opening between two buildings. Garbage was everywhere and rats could be heard scurrying for cover as we moved further into the filth. I stepped over some broken bottles and as the lights from the street behind us faded away I heard Stella's familiar voice.

"Hello darling, who is that lovely little thing you have with you?" Stella you see was a transvestite prostitute though she was damn convincing as a woman and pretty good looking. But if you paid attention she was unable to hide the manly lines that made a man a man. The only other way was to get her naked and if you didn't know then you would be in for a big surprise. "Hi Stella, this is my new partner, Riza, and you treat her nice do you hear me." Stella eyed Riza with a smile, "I wouldn't dream of treating her any other way. Now what can I do for you on this wonderful night maybe you have finally decided you want to take old Stella home and go for a walk on the wild side? No Stella not tonight but you can tell me what you know about that pawn shop hold up two nights ago over on 73rd street." Stella paused for a few seconds before answering, "Oh that, well those cats might be holding up at the Easy Rest motel. I only know that they are called Little Mike and Rollo and they are into crank really bad. In fact you could probably find them there right now blasted out of their minds." I mentally filed the information given by Stella, "What about guns Stella what are they armed with? Man, they have a couple of 9mm and a shotgun but thats all I know of. Alright Stell, thanks alot for the information and you have a safe night if you think of anything else you know how to find me." I led Riza back out of the alley and to the car.

"Riza let me explain a little about Stella.
Stella and I had an arrangement partly because I turn my eye on her little business and kerp vice off her back and partly because I saved her one night from a beating by two college guys looking for a good time that didn't take it very well when they realized that they had gotten a blow job from a transvestite. I had just happened to be in the rat motel on an eviction request by the so called manager when I heard her familiar voice scream for help. I knocked once and identified myself and the room got really quiet. My partner was still downstairs and I radioed him for back up. I heard Stella scream again and decided not to wait as I kicked the door in with gun drawn. Once inside the room the two guys had her tied to the bed and stood with a knife to her throat threatening to cut her. They were high on cocaine and I ordered them to the floor. One of them obeyed but the one with the knife pressed just hard enough to cut her. I saw a few drops of blood as my partner reached the room. We told him once more to drop the knife when suddenly he charged us with the knife. We both fired and hit him square in the chest killing him dead on the spot. His buddy said they were pissed because they didn't know that she was a he and that they were only trying to scare her and then was going to beat her a little. These people here on the streets remember how you treat them and Stella has never forgotten."

I paused to see how Riza was taking all of this and once again I found myself admiring her beauty. My eyes gazed at her a little to long as they moved over her body and her breasts though they were partially concealed due to the bullet proof vest she was wearing. "Riza you hungry because I'm starving?"
 
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After the whole episode with Stella, the two of us slipped back into the car. I had heard about the hold up that he had been talking to Stella about. There were at least two men envolved, of which had not been caught as of now. Apparently, my new partner and I were doing a bit more then patrolling tonight. If this was the case, if he really did want to get into something like that, then this would be a bit more then I would have expected for my first night on the field.

Another silence filled the air, the car was now speeding through the street, not five minutes ago had we been in the ally with Stella. "Well..." I finally spoke, trying my best to keep silence at bey. "He-...." I had to stop myself, shaking my head quickly. I had to remind myself that the person would not find it unoffending if they could hear me. "She seem's nice...Stella I mean." I smiled a bit to myself, looking to my hands that were placed on my lap, my fingers nervously picking at one another as I felt his eyes on me. "That was amazing what you did for her...I'm not sure many people would have done that...." After a short lived pause, I looked back up to him, my wide, dark eyes staring into his.

As that moment passed, I saw his eyes looking me over, his eyes moving from my eyes, down. A light blush caught my cheeks as I realized his gaze had caught and looked over my breasts. I bit my lower lip gently, squirming gently in my seat. I told myself that it was my own mind getting away with things, that it was just my own eyes tricking my mind, the man was married after all, why would he be looking me over? I couldn't help but blush a bit more though.

"So where are we going...?" I asked finally, trying to confirm my earlier suspicions. I didn't want it to be a surprize if we pulled up to the motel to go find two men blasted off their asses. Quite honestly, I wanted to be as prepared as I could be, and maybe shake the nausious feeling that was gripping and twisting my stomach.
 
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