WPC Helen Green was a police woman with the Metropolitan police, she was stationed in central London, at the Ethnal green station.
It was a warm summer evening, WPC Green sat with the other coppers in the briefing room, It was the start of another night shift. She was a big girl 5'10" black hair, green eyes, a deliciously pouty wide mouth. Fair complexion. Large 40D tits crammed into her taut white blouse. She looked about at her collegues, Dave Brooks, fat sexist oaf. John Davies, stupid bastard, Tony Smith smarmy git, and Al Hoskins her sexist Sergeant. It was just after the racist murder of Steven Lawrence. In the local area there was an increase of tension and police hate. The others watched her shift restlessly in the plastic chair, they sat behind her. Her big firm arse filled the chair, tightly constrained by her service skirt. Her white crisp pressed uniform blouse pulled tight across her wide eppeleted shoulders. Dave made a fuck motion at her the others sniggered. She sighed and turned in the seat to give them a disapproving look. Her big tits shifted under her blouse drawing their gaze.
"What you up to smart arse?" She said in a threatening manner, looking directly at Dave.
"You've been lookin' again ain't yer" he replied.
She pulled her face at him "Fuck you!" She turned back.
They all grinned at each other. The door opened and the station officer came in. They all made an attempt to come to attention. He went to the dais deep in thought.
"Tonight, men, oh and ladies, we have a tip off that a major scam is going down on the deserted quay side at the docks. I plan to have an increased presence there as a deterrent. That deterant is you. We have two problems down there. The first is a gang of muggers operating in that area. And the second being this tip off. They may be connected they may not! So we go down there, patrol, stay in profile and hopefully achieve some good. Sergeant Hoskins you will be in charge of the operation. Any questions? Right have a good..."
"Sir, I have a question sir." Helen said,
He smiled at her"Well what is it constable?" He drank in the veiw of her tightly constrained tits, as they pressed against the edge of the desk and then rode over the top as she leant forward. Behind her the others glanced wantonly at her arse as she bowed forward.
"With the situation as it is, should we be in riot gear Sir?"
'You should be in a ball gag and handcuffs' he thought.
"NO No we would send the wrong signals to the public, you're uniform as it is will be adequate." He grinned and picked his papers up and left.
"Sir Sir!" Dave mimicked.
She scowled at him her face reddening. "I notice you don't ever ask any questions dork face, stringing words into each other a bit beyond your capabilities!"
"Just fuckin' watch it fat arse!" He stood up threateningly
"Cut it out Dave!, In the van in five OK" Al growled.
She put her hat on and strode from the room smiling winningly at the Sarge.
After she left Dave rounded on him "Why do you let the bitch act so fuckin' high an mighty, what's the deal? Huh!"
"Because, that way she trusts me, yeah?"
"Meaning?" Tony asked.
"Well she doesn't trust any of you lot, an you've all done your best to get a sniff ain't yer. This way WPC Big Jug's won't suspect anything untoward when she has a fall."
"What fall?" John asked.
"Put it this way, WPC Big Jugs is a big girl yeah. She can look after herself?"
Dave snorted "She fuckin' thinks so!"
"Exactly, so when we're out she's so fucked off with all of you, she patrols on her own, and then she hides and has a fag, Yeah (They all nod agreement) So the Officer neglected to mention a little something in his brief. Something I left out when I prepared it."
"Well tell us then!" Dave burst out.
"OK keep your hair on, The gang he mentioned are a bunch of Rapist bastards who'd fuck their own mothers given the chance. An of course when WPC Big Jugs comes across them they ain't gonna take fuckin' no for an answer. An then while she does her best to get 'em to fuck her to death. We get to watch, an maybe get a piece. Do I plan a good shift or what huh?" They all grinned broadly. Al produced a map of the quay side and put it on the table
"Tony I'll put her with you all you have to do is get her to stick with you until you get here (He points to a place on the map), Then let her do her own thing OK"
"What about the radio traffic she's bound to alarm. Every copper in London will pitch up" asked Tony.
"You all put your radios in to be routine checked with me last night didn't you? Well I made myself quite busy with 'em, we can only speak to each other now but only I can speak to HQ. You get the picture?"
" So only we hear her radio?" Asked Dave.
They laughed and clapped him on the back " Yes Dave wins a prize!" Said Al
"I'd best get the Cam-corder then" said Tony.
They all set off to go out. When they got out to the van she was sat in the passenger seat as normal, she had her hat on her knee, night-stick in the other hand. They all got in Dave drove. The evening was well into dusk and the shadows were spreading into night by the time they reached the dock lands. They passed through the security gate and drove through the bustling London dock to the area at the far end which was inhabited by the cheaper companies that sat on the outskirts of the deserted older quay sides. As usual they drove along listening to Al laying out how he wanted the patrol to go.
"Dave you patrol along the waterside with John. Tony you patrol the loading bays with Helen. I'll stay with the van and patrol the roadways." Al paused.
"Do I have to patrol with Tony, Sarge?" Helen pleaded
"You know the rules, we patrol in twos, It's safer that way." He replied.
She scowled and accepted it without argument. Al nodded knowing she'd fuck off on her own anyway.
Al parked the van on a deserted siding and they all got out. WPC Green climbed out and pulled her skirt straight. She noticed her black lycra tights were twisted and she dragged her skirt up to mid thigh to straighten them.
Dave watched enjoying the veiw. She noticed.
"Dream on Flub!" She said pulling her skirt down. He turned away biting his tongue. She put her night-stick in its belt loop and tapped her helmet straight on her head. They stood around Al.
"Right we patrol for two sweeps, then pop for supper and back again OK" he told them.
They set off. Tony walked in silence through the first wide roadway. As usual WPC Green lagged behind him. It was dark now the street lighting casting long shadows. Deserted boarded up wherehouses lined the road. Gantries and fire escapes hanging half illuminated above them. Traffic noise was a low hum in the distance. They got to the first junction.
"Tony, you carry on I'm just going to catch a smoke OK?" She said.
"I don't think so, the Sarge will see from here anyway, You gonna do the usual again eh?" Tony turned to her.
"What do you mean?!" She said curtly.
"Oh nothing, we'll get down the next one yeah an then I'll leave you there and come back for you OK" He smiled.
"Your a honey Tony, cheers" they set off again.
"Don't mention it, C'mon lets get on, all right". They carried on.
They got to the next junction, and went a short distance down it, to the side was a deep Cul-de-sac partially lit.
"I'm going to wait here OK Tony" Tony couldn't believe it, it was the place Al had shown him on the map.
"OK I'll get you on the way back, see you later." He strode off.
WPC Green walked to the wall opposite and leant against it, She lit a cigarette 'Sucka' she thought.
Tony went around the corner and legged it around the next building. He found the stair way he'd been told of and lightly made his way to the top. At the end of a walkway a door met him he opened it and entered. The others were in the deserted load control office. Al turned from the shuttered window, in the darkness.
"WPC Green's where we arranged then." He said.
"Worked like a charm" Tony replied. Dave sniggered.
"She should have some company soon" he looked at his watch and twisted his hand mic. to his mouth.
"Mike Echo four one to Mike Echo four four, everything normal? Over"
Down below they watched WPC Green reach for her mic. Blowing smoke from her lips. "Mike Echo Four Four to Four One, Confirm patrolling, nothing to report out."
They grinned at each other. "Mike Echo Four One Copied out".
"Crafty cow" said john. Then they settled down to watch. After five minutes. She got on the radio again.
"Mike Echo Four Four, Mike Echo Four One message over" she sounded hushed.
"Mike Echo Four Four Pass message over" They could hear voices further down the road.
"Mike Echo Four One, group of approximately twelve youths, black approaching this location, over" a hint of fear sounded in her voice.
"Mike Echo Four Four, barely readable, repeat over"
Dave sniggered "Ha! you bastard"
"Mike Echo Four One, repeat, group of approximately twelve youths, black approaching this location, over" outside they watched as she crouched behind a crate. They were real close now.
"Mike Echo Four Four, You and Four Three approach and investigate, backup soonest" he replied
Tony's radio crackled as she changed channels, "Mike Echo Four Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" Al shook his head Tony made no move to reply.
"Mike Echo Four Three, Mike Echo Four Four, message over" she sounded really panicked now.
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