Part Ten

The next day Cecile Noble reported for her regular shift at the station and walked into the female personnel locker room. Clint followed her into the room as he always did and laid down next to her locker as she prepared to get change her clothes for duty.

No one else was in the room when she walked in, so Cecile began by unbuttoning her shirt and pulling it free from the waistband of her tight jeans. Her well-endowed breast pushed suggestively in the tight confines of her black bra. She then unfastened her belt and her jeans, kicking off her shoes in the process.

In her semi-dressed state, she fiddled with her combination lock to get to her uniform and gun belt. Upon opening the metal door a folded piece of paper slipped out and dropped to the floor. She could see that it was folded twice over, leaving a crease through it.

"What's this?" She wondered as she bent down to pick it up.

She correctly deduced that one of her co-workers must have slipped it through a vent slot of her locker. She gingerly unfolded the parchment and dropped it almost immediately in shock.

"Oh shit!" She swore, staring back and forth to make sure nobody was around.

She bent to retrieve it again and look at it more closely. It was a picture printed from the Internet with an added message written across it, and it was obviously addressed to her by her initials, and it read:

I know what you did last night!! We'll talk about this later!!

There was no doubt as to the meaning of this message. The fact that this bestial picture displayed a female Police officer with a dog made it all too clear to her.

The shadow she thought she had seen the evening before when she was fooling around with Britney Spears and her canine partner was not her imagination. It was now obvious to her that someone from the station had dropped by and spied on her and saw what she had gotten involved with.

'Damn, who could it be?' She thought to herself. 'Am I through with the force? Is this blackmail?'

She quickly folded the offensive piece of paper and stuffed it into her shirt pocket. This revelation really shook Cecile up. Twice she had to re-button her shirt for missing a buttonhole.

She was sure that Internal Affairs would hear of this and be waiting for her in the briefing room in front of all her comrades. She almost decided right then and there to run, but then thought better of it.

'No, it's best to face the music, ' she told herself. 'Well, lets get this over with then.'

Checking herself one last time in the locker room mirror, she slapped her hand on her thigh for Clint to heel and they both walked out and headed for the pre-shift briefing.

During the whole morning briefing she couldn't help but dart her eyes around the room for any sign of who might have slipped her the obscene note. But none gave any indication that seemed out of the ordinary.

She begrudgingly smiled as the officers got to their vehicles to assume their patrols for the day. Again, there seemed to be no indication from any of them that told her who might have spied of her and Clint the night before.

For the rest of the morning her mind wandered back to that anonymous note and what kind of threat it holds for her, both personally and professionally. So perturbed was she that twice she missed a radio call for the canine unit, Clint had to alert her with a loud bark.

She decided then to call for a coffee break at a nearby drive-in so she could get her head back to the job at hand.

"K9-13 to base," she called on the radio.

"Base go K9-13," the operator replied.

"Requesting code 7 at Park and Fenway," she requested.

"10-4 K9-13, code 7 at Park and Fenway," the base operator approved.

She drove the Police cruiser into the drive-in and stopped in a vacant slot. A minute passed and one of the waitresses came by and took her coffee order. A short time after that she returned and handed the black Policewoman her coffee just as another cruiser parked next to her.

Cecile smiled as she saw that it was her good friend Samantha Hanson. Officer Hanson was a short brunette that kept her hair very short, almost butch. Standing at only 5'3", she barely passed minimum height requirement when she joined the Police Academy, but her martial arts skills more than made up for her diminutive size.

Cecile lifted her cup in greeting and nudged her to join her in her cruiser while they both took a break.

"How's it going Sam?" She asked.

"Not too bad, and you?" The newcomer asked.

"Can't complain either," Cecile quipped.

"I bet," Sam grinned. "I heard you had a weird bust the other day."

"Yeah, but it turned out to be a gross misunderstanding," Cecile told her. "I got the DA to drop the charges."

"Really? That's not like you," Sam retorted. "What made you change your mind?"

"Did some research on the net," Cecile told her. "Found out that her claims might have been valid."

"What claims?" Sam wanted to know.

"Can't get into that," the black woman said. "Privacy issue."

"You mean about the dog," Sam said bluntly with a smile.

Cecile was shocked. What ever made Sam say such a thing. Then it dawned on her. Sam was supposed to come by last night, she must have been the shadow she spotted, and the one that slipped her that note.

"YOU!" Cecile hushed herself.

All Samantha could do was grin sheepishly at her close friend. Then she did the most unexpected thing. The petite policewoman slipped her slender hand between Cecile's les and rubbed them tenderly from her knees up to her crotch.

"It got me so worked up watching you and Clint go at it like that," Sam whispered. "Who was the blonde bimbo with you last night? I didn't know you liked the female persuasion CC."

The glint in the petite woman's eyes told Cecile that her good friend played it that way too, maybe even exclusively.

"You... you're a lesbian?" She finally uttered between breaths.

"Sure, aren't you?" Sam inquired.

"No... I mean, I don't know," Cecile said, flustered. "Last night was the first time."

"No shit," Sam smiled. "Well, you sure know how to pick them. So, you gonna tell me who the bimbo was or not?"

"Britney... Britney Spears," Cecile whispered without thinking of the consequences of such a revelation.

"No way!" Sam gushed. "How the fuck did you ever manage that?"

There was a long pause of silence as they both nervously stared at each other.

"Holy shit! She was your bust, wasn't she?" Sam suddenly said. "You busted her for fucking a dog!"

"Sam! Keep it down!" Cecile squeezed Sam's thigh to emphasize the point. "it... it wasn't like that... well, it was, but it wasn't."

"Details girl," Sam insisted. "Gimme details."

Cecile went on to explain why the charges were brought forward, and why she reconsidered after what happened to her later that night with Clint. Then she explained how the young diva came to be at her place when Sam had dropped by and nobody answered.

Obviously, Sam, being a Police officer, got concerned when her friend didn't answer the doorbell checked through the windows until she came to Cecile's bedroom where she found the bestial threesome going at it in various positions.

"Wow! That's some day you had," Samantha Hanson said with a grin.

"You're not going to report this, are you Sam?" Cecile said tone dripping with concern.

"No way," Sam assured her. "But I have to tell you... I never got so turned on than when I saw you sucking that blonde bitch's pussy."

Cecile grinned bashfully at being described in that way, especially by a fellow officer and friend. But she also had to admit to herself that this conversation was getting to her as well.

"Uh, Cecile, you think I can come over to your place tonight?" Officer Hanson asked, keeping her voice down.

"What for?" Cecile said.

"You know... to try stuff," Sam scowled at her friend.

"You mean with Clint," Cecile teased openly.

"You bitch," Sam laughed back. "Yes with Clint. And with you too if you're nice."

Both female officers laughed out loud, not caring who heard them. And even if someone did, they would just think that the two officers were joking about some dumb crook or something.

"How about 8:00?" Cecile suggested.

"Sounds great," Sam replied. "Do... do you think she'll be there?"

"Who? You mean Britney?" Cecile was a bit confused at first. "I doubt it. I think it was only a one-time thing with her. But that don't mean we have to stop on her account."

"Too bad," Sam giggled. "She looked delicious."

Both women laughed as they paid their checks and prepared to return to their assigned patrol areas.

At the end of their watch, both women met up in the lockers to change and get ready for their night of rapture. Cecile could see Sam's skin turning shades of pink in her excitement for what she was about to do this evening.

At 7:30 Cecile's doorbell rang and she smiled as she opened the door to let Samantha into her home. Clint immediately jumped up of the new woman in the room, someone he was well acquainted with from the job.

"Hi there Clint, old boy," Sam petted him energetically. "I miss you too boy."

"You're early," Cecile smiled. "What's the matter, couldn't wait anymore. HA-HA-HA-HA!"

"You got that right," Samantha grinned back sheepishly. "I kept rubbing myself all day after our chat."

"Too bad you didn't have anyone around to help you with that."

They both broke out laughing as Samantha removed her leather jacket. While Cecile threw it on a nearby chair, the petite Policewoman began stripping off her top, and followed that by undoing the snaps of her jeans. She couldn't wait to get naked for the taller black woman and her canine partner.

"Geesh Sam," Cecile gasped as she turned back to face her. "Can't you wait till we get in the bedroom?

"Fuck, no," Sam giggled, as she tugged her tight jeans down her knees, dragging her panties with her.

At the sight of her bare crotch, Clint buried his snout on her cuntlips and sniffed energetically. As soon as he picked up the whiff of her sexual arousal, his tongue slithered out and began lapping her for all he was worth.

"Holy shit! Look at him go!" Samantha squealed.

"What can I say... he's a natural," Cecile said.

Both of them laughed as they watched the large Police dog licking the petite woman's leaking pussy.

Cecile noticed Sam's nipples stiffening as her friend's arousal grew exponentially to her first bestial contact. Throwing caution to the wind, she leaned down and suckled on Sam's left nipple, and then moved to the right.

Sam's knees were shacking, as a monster orgasm was about to hit her. She still couldn't quite decide if it was Clint's tonguing her Cecile's tit sucking that was going to do it for her. She settled on the fact that it was the whole picture, the dual action that her body was responding to, and that was okay also.