AmbrosiaCaress
Phoenix Rising!!!
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a story of a female cop and the "bad boy" she encounters one evening, when all she wanted was a cup of tea to get her thru the night.. enjoy all
This story is closed for CGRaven and myself.. all comments are welcome in PMs please
This story is closed for CGRaven and myself.. all comments are welcome in PMs please
oh and in case anyone was wondering, I got the name for the story from the Bad Boys song... Bad Boys.. Bad Boys.. what ya gonna do... what ya gonna do when they come for you...
~ Amber, she truely hated that name.. it had a "goodie goodie" quality to it.. like a prom queen or a fashion model.. and this Amber was far from both of those.. very far.. she was not the blonde bombshell prom queen that perhaps people thought of when hearing the name.. Amber..
Amber Black was a cop.. She was average height at 5'6".. and average if not a little ... pudgy.. at 140 pounds.. one thing she hated about herself was her larger breasts.. at 36C they were the target of more than one comment from the male cops she worked with.. but those comments rolled off her back... She had shoulder length deep chestnut hair.. a mane of silken dark waves.. the one thing .. along with her sparkling amber eyes.. almost a golden hue.. that she indeed liked about herself... her eyes had, after all, given her the name she now had.. Amber..
Amber Black
She was 22 years old, in her 2nd year as a cop. Being a cop was all she ever wanted to be. Her father was a cop, her brother an MP in the Marine Corps. Her late mother had been a dispatcher for the State Police.. Amber was born into it.. it was all she ever wanted in her life. And now.. at 22, her dream had come true..
Oh she worked the lousy hours.. the all night shift.. but someone had to do it. Her city, well... it was more of a town.. was relatively quiet.. all that really happened was the occassional teenager who decided to paint graffitti all over the local church or school.... or knock down a few gravestones at the one cemetary... the real violent crimes were left to the bigger cities to the south and east..
Amber hoped to work on a big city police force.. or the state police.. someday... for now she was content to get her feet wet...
This night it was cold and particularly dark.. the moon having been hidden by the thick clouds... it was late.. near midnight.. and she decided to stop at her usual all night coffee shop for a cup of steaming hot tea to get her thru the night...
Pulling her cruiser into the parking lot, she saw there were no other cars there other than the night clerk.. a kid called Danny.. sweet kid.. had to be all of 17 years old.. trying to live on his own... but in the shop she saw the shadow of another patron.. perhaps someone who walked there.. or whose car had broken down and he was waiting here for a ride... either way, Amber thought nothing of it.. and stepped into the warmth of the shop... ~
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