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Working The Beat (closed for Lavatrain)
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Sgt. Rick Palmer wondered what in the fuck was taking so damn long. He hadn't been to the 'kennel' since 'recruiting' his last K9 partner. They'd had a successful coupla years grafting, shafting, pimping and policing (if you could call it that) the harsh streets of the city. If not for her career-ending tragedy, they'd be out there at this moment, a trace of her red lipstick still gracing his dick, looking for street thugs to intimidate into a mutually beneficiall relationship.
He chose not to dwell on that. He looked around the room. Davenport was there in his expensive suit, from the uptown sector, no doubt looking for a titsy K9 to impress the division up there. Next to Palmer sat Gorsky, a well-respected streetwise detective with a penchant for betting on the ponies and shafting the bookies.
There must have been a good twenty of the city's finest milling about, cursing, joking, trading favors and wads of cash, rudely gesturing, when the Kennelkeeper strode into the room in her patent leather get-up, complete with jodhpurs. Rick's cruel lips curled into a one-sided sneer at the sight of her. Ignoring Gorsky's recitation of having to buttfuck one of the ponies after the lanky blonde failed to come through on a significant wager, Rick stood, all six foot two inches of him, and he approached the keeper menacingly.
She was sidling up to Davenport even then, insinuating herself into his personal space, her chest brushing promisingly against Davenport's midsection, when Palmer grabbed her by the elbow, said "Excuse us, Davenport" and spun her tightly into his grill. He stared directlly into her eyes with cold promising malevolence, hand on her leather-jodhpurred ass,. pulling her warm groin right up his forward-thrust thigh, and warned her "You found me another redhead bitch just like last time, right, you sadistic cunt?"
The cunt was a bit taken aback, and her pupils shrank into tiny pinpricks as the door at the side of the room clanged open and in walked the retinue. Rick shifted his focus to the Police K9 cadets entering, noting blonde after blonde, with a few brunettes intermixed. He never lessened his grip on the Kennel cunt's ass as he intently studied the litter of 'recruits.'
"You malignant and incompetent bitch! Not one single redhead among the lot?" His hand released her ass, his arm wound up and he swatted her ass with his full and considerable power before she could move to avoid it--hell she knew how important red hair was to this vile, masochistic prick. The driving blow sent a paroxysm of pleasure through her shaven cunt under the leather as she was thrown bodily against his jutting powerful thigh.
Fearfully, yet panting with the cruel stimuilus, "Ricky, I did what I could....I had a real titsy redhead picked out for you, but Captain Naismith yanked her outta the kennel three days ago. A real cocksucker too" (not a bad cunnilinguist either, but she wasn't about to volunteer that info) "She's the only redhead we've had in training for the past three months. You know me, Ricky, you know how I like to make you happy?"
Palmer muttered "We haven't finished with this, you incompetent slut!" and threw her off back at Davenport. He stepped forward to look over the bland brunette and blonde offerings, discouraged but resolved to make the best of it. Hell, there was always hair coloring, or even head shaving, after all....
He approached a likely blonde. Observed the name plate "Cowens" and abruptly ripped her uniform shirt open. Chesty enough. Nipple ring. Not overly tattooed. He drove his middle finger into her mouth. Found the back of her throat. The bitch struggled then retched. "Fuck, that's a no-go" Palmer dismissed her. The next blond that caught his eye, nameplate of "Hicks" passed the chest test, did not retch, and so he turned her, bent her, ripped her uniforrm shorts down, and plunged a thumb in her ass. "Too fucking loose, even for my cock."
He stepped before the next leggy blonde candidate, nameplate "Wells."
"whatya got, bitch? Impress me."
He chose not to dwell on that. He looked around the room. Davenport was there in his expensive suit, from the uptown sector, no doubt looking for a titsy K9 to impress the division up there. Next to Palmer sat Gorsky, a well-respected streetwise detective with a penchant for betting on the ponies and shafting the bookies.
There must have been a good twenty of the city's finest milling about, cursing, joking, trading favors and wads of cash, rudely gesturing, when the Kennelkeeper strode into the room in her patent leather get-up, complete with jodhpurs. Rick's cruel lips curled into a one-sided sneer at the sight of her. Ignoring Gorsky's recitation of having to buttfuck one of the ponies after the lanky blonde failed to come through on a significant wager, Rick stood, all six foot two inches of him, and he approached the keeper menacingly.
She was sidling up to Davenport even then, insinuating herself into his personal space, her chest brushing promisingly against Davenport's midsection, when Palmer grabbed her by the elbow, said "Excuse us, Davenport" and spun her tightly into his grill. He stared directlly into her eyes with cold promising malevolence, hand on her leather-jodhpurred ass,. pulling her warm groin right up his forward-thrust thigh, and warned her "You found me another redhead bitch just like last time, right, you sadistic cunt?"
The cunt was a bit taken aback, and her pupils shrank into tiny pinpricks as the door at the side of the room clanged open and in walked the retinue. Rick shifted his focus to the Police K9 cadets entering, noting blonde after blonde, with a few brunettes intermixed. He never lessened his grip on the Kennel cunt's ass as he intently studied the litter of 'recruits.'
"You malignant and incompetent bitch! Not one single redhead among the lot?" His hand released her ass, his arm wound up and he swatted her ass with his full and considerable power before she could move to avoid it--hell she knew how important red hair was to this vile, masochistic prick. The driving blow sent a paroxysm of pleasure through her shaven cunt under the leather as she was thrown bodily against his jutting powerful thigh.
Fearfully, yet panting with the cruel stimuilus, "Ricky, I did what I could....I had a real titsy redhead picked out for you, but Captain Naismith yanked her outta the kennel three days ago. A real cocksucker too" (not a bad cunnilinguist either, but she wasn't about to volunteer that info) "She's the only redhead we've had in training for the past three months. You know me, Ricky, you know how I like to make you happy?"
Palmer muttered "We haven't finished with this, you incompetent slut!" and threw her off back at Davenport. He stepped forward to look over the bland brunette and blonde offerings, discouraged but resolved to make the best of it. Hell, there was always hair coloring, or even head shaving, after all....
He approached a likely blonde. Observed the name plate "Cowens" and abruptly ripped her uniform shirt open. Chesty enough. Nipple ring. Not overly tattooed. He drove his middle finger into her mouth. Found the back of her throat. The bitch struggled then retched. "Fuck, that's a no-go" Palmer dismissed her. The next blond that caught his eye, nameplate of "Hicks" passed the chest test, did not retch, and so he turned her, bent her, ripped her uniforrm shorts down, and plunged a thumb in her ass. "Too fucking loose, even for my cock."
He stepped before the next leggy blonde candidate, nameplate "Wells."
"whatya got, bitch? Impress me."
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