Diana and the Graveyard Shift

‘Fucking Rodgers. Jealous Motherfucker.’ Diana Briggs thought to herself as she turned her police cruiser down another side street. The headlights illuminating the dark suburban yards of the college neighborhood. Rodgers was her Captain. And also the reason she was on this shitty night beat. Ostensibly he had said it was so she could continue to earn her stripes. The young rookie needed to put in the hours to earn a spot on the day shift where the real action was.

“Fucking bullshit.” She muttered to herself as she turned down another street. This one more well lit as it lead into campus. Of this assignment had nothing to do with her earning her spot. She had more than done that 10x over. This was about how at the station Christmas Party she’d told him to go fuck himself when he’d cornered her under the mistletoe.

‘Oh well’ she thought as her mind began to wander. This patrol did have its advantages. Normally the Friday night patrol of the streets around campus was full of calls for drunken disturbances or house parties that got out of hand. But campus was closed for the winter break so it was dead. And as such Diana had a lot of free time on her hands…

She would die if anyone ever found out her secret of what she did alone in her squad car these long nights. Masturbating in her cruiser may or may not get her fired but it definitely would make her the laughing stock of the ****… all the more reason to not get caught…

*****

Michelle couldn’t sleep. She’d come back to campus almost immediately after the holiday. Part of it was that she wanted to get away from her conservative family and back to the freer life she had built herself on campus with her friends… but in reality she wanted to get back out on the course. Growing up in the north most of the golf courses near here were closed with the snow and frost. It’s one of the reasons she had chosen to accept a scholarship in the south. She could golf year round.

The only problem was that she’d played a practice round today. It had just been her playing by herself and carrying her own bag. What had started out as just some light practice had turned into a disaster of a round. She blamed the lack of pressure of not having someone to play against. She always played better when there was competition. But it didn’t change the fact that the bad round weighed on her mind… thus the insomnia.

“Fuck it.” She said rolling out of bed and turning on the light. Grabbing a hair tie off her night stand she turned on the light illuminating her private dorm room.

‘If I’m not going to be able to sleep I might as well be productive about this time.’ She thought to herself as she started to get dressed in her athletic gear. She knew that campus at this time of year was dead, so she wouldn’t run into any issues. Plus the campus driving range was in a far secluded corner of campus so she knew that no one would bother her if she took a chance for some practice shots.

*****

Diana let out a soft moan as her fingers gently teased her clit. She’d pulled into the far corner of a parking lot. It was her favorite secluded spot that she had found for this particular activity. Even when campus was in session no one came to this particular athletic building after dark.

She had her uniform pants around her ankles. Her thong was there as well. She normally didn’t wear thongs to work. It wasn’t practical to chase a perp down with a strip of fabric in between her ass crack, but in the week and a half she’d had this patrol she’d barely left her patrol car. She also didn’t normally wear her clit piercing to work either… but again the most work she expected to do tonight involved her teasing her clit so…

She continued to work her womanhood all the while thinking about her favorite thing… her own body. Tonight it was about how she’d caught the poor guy stuck working the counter at a nearby convenience store staring at her tits as she got her usual nightly coffee. She’d been in uniform at the time so her large tits had been well hidden and kept in check… but it didn’t stop her from imagining the reaction of the clerk if she had visited in the off hours where she always made sure to wear as revealing clothes as possible…

Her breathing quickened as she neared her orgasm… she was getting close. She could feel it… that was until the headlights.

When she saw the car turn into the parking lot she immediately froze half naked in her seat. Instinctively her hands covered her crotch fearing the worst.

*****

Michelle eased her old beater of a car into the parking lot. It was empty as she had expected. Or at least so she thought. She wasn’t really paying that much attention. Instead she was already planning how she wanted to approach her time on the range.

She hauled the university branded golf bag out of the trunk of the car. It was an odd juxtaposition the shiny top of the line clubs and new bag coming out of a car that, to put it lightly, had seen better days. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. She had scraped up as much money as she could in high school to buy this car. And she’s promised herself that she wasn’t getting a new car til she could buy one with her first check from playing on tour.

Slinging it over her shoulder she made her way towards the range.

*****

It took Diana a few minutes for her heart rate to go down. That had been close. But it appeared that the young girl who’d gotten out of the car and grabbed her golf bag hadn’t seen the police car in the dark corner of the lot. ‘My spot works’ she thought to herself as she shrugged her pants back on and redid the buttons on her uniform.

Now she needed to decide what to do… clearly this girl had come here to use the driving range. Diana didn’t need to be studying to be a detective to know that. Though the skills of observation she was working on honing had clocked the university athletics bag she had. A war of conflicting thoughts raged in Diana’s mind.

Part of her really wanted to go and bust this girl. Campus was closed so student athlete or not she was trespassing. And Diana was a sucker for enforcement of the rules… no matter how trivial they were. But busting the girl came with problems… she was parked on university’s property and she wasn’t apart of the university police **** rather a member of the surrounding city. And while they shared jurisdiction she might have to justify why she was hanging out in the dark parking lot in the middle of her patrol.

In the end though she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to exert her authority. She’d hassle this girl back into her car and off of campus property and then get back to her patrol herself. After all this girl wouldn’t be questioning why she was there. She was the cop.

*****

Nothing relaxed Michelle quite the way a perfectly driven ball did. That’s a lie. Winning relaxed her most of all. But with no competition to be had in the middle of the night in the darkness that surrounded the driving range she found relaxation in the whoosh of her club as she swung it through the air. The loud dink as club head perfectly struck the white sphere. In the darkness she couldn’t see where the ball was going, but she’d been playing long enough to know when she hit it true.

Normally on the range Michelle had a very specific routine. She always started with her pitching wedge after stretching and warming up. Then she’d slowly work her way up from her smaller irons all they way up to her driver. But tonight she’s gone straight for the biggest club in the bag.

She hadn’t even taken more than 10 swings and she was already starting to feel better. ‘This afternoon was just a fluke’ she thought to herself as she hit another perfect bomb into the cool southern night. Already she could feel her body relaxing. She knew it wouldn’t take long to get her mind off of things. But as long as she was out here she might as well get a good session of work in. She did have an almost full basket of balls left. Turning back to her bag to grab her pitching wedge thinking she might start her full routine was when the blue and red lights clicked on.

*****

“What are you doing out here tonight?” Diana said putting on her cop voice that she always reserved for suspects as she approached the girl. She was tall. The girls pale skin illuminated by the lights of the cruiser. She had on a university sweatshirt and a pair of athletic leggings. Diana clocked the glint of the girls nose ring as she retired to lock eyes with her. Intentionally Diana was standing behind the flashlight to obscure herself from the suspect.

“I’m just hitting a few balls. I’m on the golf team. Al said I could.” The blonde gestured to her bag. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail which helped to exaggerate her dark roots that were slowly coming in.

“Campus is closed. Even to student athletes. If in fact you are one.”

“Do you want to see my ID” the girl laughed making a move towards her bag.

“Stop right there! Don’t move hands where I can see them!” Diana yelled startling the girl. Taking a tentative step back she complied.

“I was just gonna grab my wallet so you could see I am who I say I am. It’s in that front pocket there.” With a small nod towards the bag.

Cautiously not removing her eyes from the golfer Diana moved out from behind the light and towards the bag. She knew that this thin athlete posed no real threat to her. After all golfers weren’t real athletes. And she herself worked out twice a day everyday of the week to stay in shape for the ****. She could easily take her if she needed too, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to make her sweat a little bit either.

*****

With her hands raised just above her head Michelle watched as the cop walked into the light to check her wallet in her bag. She was surprised to see that she was young. Probably not much older than she was if not maybe even younger.

“Michelle Harris?” The cop asked looking at the ID card in the wallet she had just found and then glancing at Michelle. Her short black hair glinting in the lights from the cruiser.

“That’s me.” She gave a faint almost sarcastic smile. This whole situation was ridiculous. This was hardly the first time Michelle had been caught using the athletic facilities after hours. Normally campus police would check her ID and at worst make her head back to her dorm. Half the time seeing she was a student athlete they would just move on and leave her be.

But judging by the blue uniform and the black and white cruiser this was a city cop. Didn’t explain why they were doing rounds on campus but Michelle didn’t feel like she was in a position at the moment to ask a lot of questions.

“You know campus is closed for the winter holidays right?” The cop asked carelessly discarding Michelle’s wallet back into her bag.

“Yes. But like I said I’m a student athlete. We have special access privileges to use athletic facilities.” She was starting to get annoyed now.

“Even at 2 in the morning with no lights on?”

Michelle decided to push her luck. She knew that even her special privileges as a student athlete didn’t allow her to be out her this late… but did this city cop know that?

“Yeah. 24/7. I just don’t turn the lights on so that the people in the neighborhood over there don’t complain.” It sounded like a reasonable enough excuse. And it was hard to read the cops face but it looked like she might be buying it.

“And how do you see where the ball goes?” The dark haired woman asked with an air of smugness. Clearly she thought she had walked Michelle into a corner.

“I don’t need light to know I hit the ball where I needed too.”

“Bullshit.” Laughed the cop.

Immediately potential gravity of the situation dissolved away for Michelle as she lowered her arms. Here was the competition she’d been craving.

“It’s not bullshit I can prove it to you.”

“Oh yeah?” The cop smugly folded her arms across her admittedly very impressive chest. “How do you plan to do that?”

“I’ll make a bet with you.” Michelle said walking forward and pulling her pitching wedge out of the bag. “If you shine your flashlight out there you’ll see three baskets for folks to practice chipping into. I bet you I can put two balls in each basket. 6 balls total. I won’t miss once.”

*****

“You bet me? You do understand I’m a police officer right? I could arrest you for trespassing and now for illegal gambling.” Diana was starting to get riled up by this girls cocky confidence. But even so she shone her flashlight out over the driving range. Sure enough 3 baskets each at various distances. There was no way she made those shots.

“It’s only illegal gambling if there’s money involved.” The blonde said grabbing 6 balls out of the basket and dropping them in turn on the grass.

Despite herself Diana found herself being drawn in. “If you don’t bet money what do you bet?