The guys separated and mingled. They chatted, ate, and drank. Of course, a majority of the party was for cops and about cops, and an array of stories went around. Most of the officers there likely had ten years or less on the department, but there were a few old salts who gave an interesting tang to the gang.
Hours later, Dino sat on the patio, chatting with another officer who stood and left when a tall, tight-assed blonde in a ponytail sat next to him, smiling.
“Damn, gotta get off my feet for a while.” She slipped a shoe off and rubbed a foot.
Seeing that her wedding finger was naked, Dino offered, “Would it be easier if I did that for you?” He rotated his chair toward her.
She hoisted a foot to his lap. He set his beer down and massaged her foot.
“Oooh, that’s awesome. I thought you were just hitting on me. You know what you’re doing.”
“My mom was a waitress. I’ve massaged her feet since I was eight.”
“So you weren’t hitting on me?”
He laughed. “Yeah, I was. You just made it easy. I’m Dino.”
“I know who you are, duck-fucker.” She made quacking sounds. “I’m Kerri.”
“Ah, yeah, dispatcher. One of my training officers said never fall in love with a dispatcher’s voice cuz they’ll be fat and ugly when you meet them.” He winked. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m also intoxicated, and you have a girlfriend.”
He motioned for her other foot. She gave it. “How do you know about me?”
“Amelia’s my bud, and I know you date a nurse from the hospital.” She smirked. “Dispatchers know everything; never piss one of us off.” She cackled and drained her drink. “Awww, I’ll marry you just for the foot massage.”
Dino smirked. “I’d want to massage more than just your feet.”
They chatted, with Kerri filling him on the dispatch perspective of police work and her twelve years’ experience as she vented about asshole cops who rated her profession just above that of slave, and the horror of an officer calling for help after he’d been shot.
“I was on the channel in 1977 when rookie Sean Patton went to a domestic call alone. A few minutes later, the kid came on the radio, saying he’d been shot.” Her voice broke. “I was so afraid for him. I sent back up, and he quit talking. I needed to hear he was okay.” She shrugged and wiped tears from her eyes. “I couldn’t stand it if an officer got killed on my shift. He came out of it okay, thanks to his ballistic vest. He’s a rookie sergeant now.”
“They told us that story in the academy.” Dino stood behind her and massaged her neck and shoulders. “You’re like our guardian angels when we’re on the streets. I wonder if we called in and no one answered.”
Norris wandered to the patio. “There you are. I thought you went home with some sexy lass.”
“Naw, just massaging one here.”
Norris eyed Kerri. “Hi, Kerri.” He bent and pecked her cheek, but she grabbed his head and planted a wet one on his lips.
“I’m glad you came to the party, Dino. You’re cool.” She blushed. “You don’t mind that I’m older than you, do you?”
Norris smiled, shook his head, and faced Dino. “Everyone else has left. I’m kinda fucked up. You stayed sober, right? To drive us?”
“No. You’re supposed to stay sober.”
Norris shook his head. “Let’s stay and help Amelia clean up to kill some time.”
Dino finished his massage and kissed the top of Kerri’s head.
She held one of his hands and squeezed. “I’m sorry to have gotten emotional on you.” Her gaze obviously settled on his groin.
“It’s cool.” He and Chris never agreed to be exclusive with each other. He remembered that she wanted to bed the ER doctor.
Amelia joined them in the patio, slouching into a chair. “Well, this was a bust of a party, again, no orgy. I have to go to the library and see how the Romans did them, must be a system.” She laughed.
Norris moaned. “Amelia, Dino and I are too intox to drive. Can we stay and help clean up to kill time?”
She jumped to her feet. “Men who want to clean? Hell, yes. Are you both secretly gay?” She cackled long and hard. The guys shook their heads.
The foursome pitched in to clean the patio and apartment. Dino and Norris each had a large trash bag with party stuff and headed to the kitchen for Amelia.
Dino called, “Amelia, where’s the dumpster for the apartment—” He halted, and Norris bumped into him.
Amelia had Kerri backed into the counter with her blouse open and a hand under the bra. They were locked in an open-mouth kiss. The guys stared.
She glanced at them while keeping Kerri in a lip lock, but finally broke the embrace. “Go out the front door, right on the sidewalk, take the second left. You’ll see it.” She pushed Kerri’s bra up, exposing a taught breast.
Kerri’s hands held Amelia’s ass, still clad in tight jeans. The guys stared.
Amelia said, “If you’re not taking the garbage out, then come and give us a hug, boys.” The guys looked at each other. “I know you kids are young, but you must have seen a titty or two.”
Dino’s wise-ass bubbled up. “I’ve only been to second base. I’m still a virgin.” He smirked.
Norris moaned. “And I’m gay.”
The women cackled and opened up to invite the guys for a hug, which they accepted. They kissed the guys deep and hard, and then traded.
Amelia crowed, “Maybe we can have that orgy after all.”
When Dino’s mouth was available to speak, he said, “Legally, an orgy must have ten in attendance. Otherwise, it’s just a fuck session.”
Amelia slapped him playfully. “Don’t rain on my fucking parade. If I say it’s an orgy, then it is.” The foursome laughed.
Kerri removed her blouse and flung her bra. “Aw, I don’t know if I want to go back to guys.”
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