Chapter 6: Policing The Police

They stood up and Chloe sat down on the settee in front of him at Lewis’s instruction. She felt and looked at his now soft cock. Then she stood up and held him tight.

As she kissed him for a long, long, time, she enjoyed the feel of their naked bodies touching all over. When she finally stopped for air, Lewis told her to get dressed.

She felt sad as she did, yet she knew she would dream about today and her recent experience for a long, long, time to come. Once they were both dressed Lewis sat back on the settee. Chloe lay down with her head on his lap and gazed up at him adoringly.

‘What we have just done,’ Lewis told her, ‘Has not only instructed you on how you should make love, but it will also have wiped the memory of Tyrone out of your mind. So, when you leave here, concentrate on bumping into James. Don’t worry about Tyrone, even if he sees you together, he’s not going to risk saying anything to James. So, there’s no need to worry about him ever again.’

‘I will look into seeing what can be done to stop him. If I get anywhere, I’ll let you know with a text. Please let me know how things are going with James. Now do you have any questions.’

‘Just one,’ she said, ‘Why did you stop moving whilst I had my wonderful climax?’ ‘You put the brakes on me,’ he replied laughing. ‘When you go rigid, your vagina closes as tight as an engineer’s vice. Anything inside you, be it a cock or a finger gets clamped in an immovable grip.’

‘One other thing,’ Lewis told her, ‘Just before you climaxed, I had almost reached the point that I couldn’t hold back any longer. If you hadn’t climaxed when you did, I would have lost control completely, speeded up, then fired. Once I’d fired and started going soft you couldn’t have a climax. Then I would have had my pleasure, but you wouldn’t have.’

‘That is not what making love is all about. So, if it had happened like that, I would have laid down beside you and given you a climax like I did earlier, with my finger. Not every man knows about that. If James is one of them, you might have to teach him.’

They stood up and had one last hug and kiss. As Lewis showed her out, she said, ‘Next time you see Mike, tell him all my problems are floating around in the back room.’ Lewis laughed. ‘I will,’ he told her, ‘He’ll appreciate that.’ He watched her walk down the street with a spring in her step.

The next day Lewis sent a text to the DCI to ask when he could pop into see him about a matter unconnected with previous discussions. He got a reply text an hour later to invite him to call in around twelve.

Going in it was a different sergeant on the desk. ‘Hi,’ he said, ‘I’m Lewis I have an appointment with DCI Hopkins.’ The sergeant rang through and told the DCI. ‘Yes, sir.’ he said, he looked very puzzled. Hanging up he said, ‘The DCI says to let you go through, and you can find your own way.’

Just as he was buzzed through Tom appeared. They said a quick hi, then Lewis said, ‘Can’t stop the DCI is waiting for me.’ After he’d gone, the desk sergeant asked Tom, ‘Just who is that being allowed through on his own?’ ‘That was Lewis,’ Tom said, ‘Surely you must have heard of him?’ ‘No,’ he replied, ‘This is my first day here, I’m standing in for Sergeant Goodfellow who’s on leave for a couple of days.’

‘I can’t stop now,’ Tom said, ‘But I’ll pop back as soon as I can and fill you in.’ Meanwhile Lewis was sitting with the DCI in his office. ‘I have come across something during my counselling that I think I should talk to you about before I do anything else.’ he told him.

‘I have no physical evidence so far, but I totally believe the lady who I have just counselled after being raped. The hardest part,’ Lewis told him, ‘Is usually getting the victim to feel able to discuss what happened with me. Not just because of my age but because they feel terribly embarrassed about it having happened.’

‘This case was different. Although deeply embarrassed about telling me she had been raped, the lady concerned was more worried about telling me what her rapist’s job was, than telling me about the rape itself. She is now sorted and content to leave it be. She’s too embarrassed about anyone else knowing about it to report it officially.’

‘However, from how she was, shall we say picked up, I believe it’s most likely that he has done it before and is still doing it. Especially as having raped her twice on the one visit, he then left and hasn’t bothered her since.’

‘My problem is that in this case I can’t nab him without help and to get help I need to tell you who he is. That means I’m risking someone’s job based on hearsay.’

‘That you’ve come to see me,’ the Super said, ‘Tells me his job is likely to be a policeman.’ ‘Yes.’ Lewis admitted. ‘Then I won’t know for sure until you tell me what you have planned,’ the Super told him, ‘But I don’t see why we can’t get you help just using members of our special team. If it proved wrong, and based on your past record, I suspect that is doubtful, no one outside those involved would need to know about it. His career then wouldn’t be affected. But if it is true and as you suspect, then I want him off the force pronto.’

‘What can you tell me about him?’ ‘All I know,’ Lewis said is that his name is Tyrone Harrison and his police number. Also, he drives a police car that pulls up motorists.’ ‘Is he based at this station?’ the DCI asked. ‘I have no idea, I thought it best not to ask anyone.’ Lewis told him.

The DCI picked up the phone. ‘Hi Brian,’ he said, ‘I need some information that no one knows you are collecting. Constable Tyrone Harrison,’ he told him. He gave him his number and said, ‘Everything you can find please, including his station. Thanks.’ he hung up.

‘That was Brian who does all the computer stuff for the group,’ he explained. ‘Yes, I remember him.’ Lewis said. ‘The DCI looked at his watch, ‘Can you stay for lunch?’ he asked. Lewis accepted so they went up to the canteen. ‘We should have some more info by the time we’re through,’ the Super told him.

In the canteen it was the usual lady serving, she was about to say something witty to Lewis, then seeing who he was with she just smiled and winked at him. The DCI chatted generally to him over lunch, neither mentioning anything about their special group.

Towards the end of their meal, the DCI got a text from Brian. ‘Info on secure email.’ He showed it to Lewis then sent a thumbs up back. They had a coffee then returned to the Supers office.

He opened his email and read what Brian had found. Then he turned it round for Lewis to read. ‘Constable Tyrone Harrison was thirty-two. He had been in the force two years. He was stationed over the far side of town and was usually on traffic duty. A year ago, there had been a complaint about his trying to chat up someone he had pulled over.’

‘The complaint had come from the girl’s mother. But when the girl was interviewed, she was annoyed about it and refused to admit or deny it or take the matter any further. No action was taken.’

Lewis memorised her name and address.

‘That means he’s based on the same station as Brian,’ the Super told him, ‘So he can help. Are you free to go over now and tell him what you need?’ When Lewis said, ‘Yes.’ the Super rang Brian. ‘Are you ok if Lewis comes over to see you now?’ he asked. ‘Ok,’ he said when Brian agreed, ‘He’ll explain what it’s about. If you need another hand, ask John Woods I want to keep this under wraps for now.’

‘How will you get over there?’ the Super asked. ‘I’m on my bike,’ Lewis said, ‘It’s no problem.’ The Super picked up the phone and said can you bring a van around to the front of the station. Wait there for Lewis then take him and his bike over to town police station. Drop him off, then wait to bring him back here or to wherever he wants to go.’

‘Go over and tell Brian about it. Sort out what you need between you.’ he said. ‘Any problems, I’m here. Otherwise, I’ll leave it to you. Good luck.’ He shook hands and showed him out.