Partnering with Pamala

You check your watch. You have been on admin for nearly an hour. The radio chatter had been low but in police work that never last and could change at anytime. You were pushing your luck the longer you stayed at HQ. At the present Elise and the other three officers in your patrol sector had things under control. You look over your gear still laid out on the table. It would take you a little bit to get it on and if you wanted to head back out, you should start getting it on sooner than later. Your gaze drifts over to Inspector Harrison and her vacant expression. Your cock stirs a bit despite just being serviced by Mona not too long ago. The inspector was yours. You could basically do anything you wanted to her. As much as you wanted to have some fun with Inspector Harrison, you were a little spent and you should really be getting back to work. You could have just the inspector head back to work and forget about the whole thing, but that would not be fun.

"Now, what should I do with you?" You ask yourself out loud as you start to gather your gear.

"The ball is your court officer...you could do anything you want with me..." Inspector Harrison replied, her voice and expression normal. She even leaned casually against the table edge.

Your mind goes through some options as you buckled up your gun belt and started to loop in the keepers. An idea comes to you and shoot some thoughts over to Inspector.

"You could call me Pamala," the inspector said as she hands you your plate carrier. "I have never been on patrol before outside of the academy. I was allowed to bypass it. My husband donated to the city, and I was able to test for detective coming out of the academy. The rest was history. I did five years in criminal investigation, three years as a sergeant in homicide, another five years as a lieutenant in major crimes and two years as captain of district five. I made inspector when I took command of internal affairs where I've been for the last seven years."

"That's pretty fast tracked," you say as you tighten the straps of your carrier and adjust the armor plates on your torso. You were a academy class after Inspector Harrison and you were ranked as a senior patrol officer. Said rank was simply achieved by years of service rather than merit. Ladder climbing was never your thing you could have done it too easily with your gift, so you did not feel too intimated by the inspector's accomplishments. If you wanted to, you could have been the chief of police. The rank was not worth the stuff that would come with it, especially with your gift, so you were perfectly content as a lowly beat cop.

"I have my goals," Pamala shrugged. "I'm waiting for councilmen Edwards to retire and I'll take his seat when he does. So my time with the **** is numbered...not sure why I'm telling you... this is something between me and my husband."

You give Pamala a smirk and a thought as you adjust some gear on your plate carrier that went out of place when you removed it.

"Oh... you own me that's why..." she simply nodded.

"I think your time on the **** has been very well spent though you're missing street time as a patrol officer. I think we need to address that," you say as you adjust your radio's volume switch. You can hear Mona directing Elise to a call. It was really time to get back to work and it would be nice to have an in car partner for the rest of the shift.

"We could do that," Pamala nodded. "I don't have a uniform though and well, my skills in patrol are a little non-existent."

"Get your carrier and weapon," you say. All the cops in the department had those items, at the very least. You weren't too worry about having an inexperience officer in the field you've trained people before and with your ability there was less danger for everyone. Pamala was not a rookie, though she could defend herself if needed and she knew policy. "Meet me in the women's locker room when you have them."

Pamala raised an eyebrow, "Women's locker room?"

"Well we need to get you a proper uniform," you said as you head to the door. "See you in five, okay?"

"Alright," she nodded and followed you out of the meeting room. Pamala headed upstairs to her office while you headed to the ground floor. As you got closer to the women's locker room, you erased thoughts of people seeing you walk past them. There were only a couple of people that paid you any real attention, so it was not hard.

You enter the locker room and do a quick mental scan. The place was empty, as expected. It was late in the shift. Everyone was out on patrol or at the HQ work areas. You wander a bit down the rows looking for an open locker. There were none. You are about to let your mind wonder about and grab a locker combo of one of your fellow female co-workers. The door to the locker room opens and close and disturbs your thoughts. A quick focus tells you that it's not the inspector but one of the shift sergeants. You identify who it is just as they turn the corner and come face to face with you.

Sergeant Saundra Chang jumps back in surprise once she sees you. She is shocked to see you in the women's room during the middle the shift. Her shock is quickly replaced by anger. "What -" she starts to demand before you jump into her mind. Sergeant Chang freezes with her mouth open and hands on her hips. It was not the first time you raided her mind. You needed a good eval one year and some time off a few weeks ago that was not going to approve without a little bit of a mental shove. Saundra was a slender olive-skinned woman of fifty-eight with long graying silky black hair that she wore in a department regulated tight bun. She was fourth generation Chinese American and was more American than Chinese, as she could not even speak her native tongue. Saundra was twice divorced with two near adult aged children. She was a fair boss for the most part but was strict with schedule. There were two shift sergeants one stay back at HQ for admin work while the other patrolled. This week was Saundra's turn to work the desk. She had a headache was coming into the locker room to grab some aspirin from her locker.

Perfect timing, you thought. A quick look through her mind and another through Pamala's found that the two women were nearly the same size, with Pamala being only slightly bigger. You free up Sergeant Chang's mind with some adjustments. "Hey serg, I'm going to take out Inspector Harrison on patrol for the rest of shift... give her some patrol experience."

"What? Are you sure? The Inspector has no experience in patrol. It'll be like babysitting a rookie," Sergeant Chang said.

"She needs to get some experience," you say.

"I agree but are you sure you want to do it?"

"I think I could do it... it'll be just for this shift though."

"Alight, if you want, I'm not going to stop you. I take it the inspector is on board with this?"

"I am completely on board with it," Pamala replied, coming up to the pair of uniform officers. "I need my time in patrol and now is as good as a time as any to get some." She had her Glock on her hip and carried her plate carrier, which looked dusty. "I got my gear," she then said looking at you. She held up her carrier, "I had to pull this thing out of closet I haven't used it since my criminal investigation days."

"When was the last time you fired your weapon?" Sergeant Chang asked, gesturing at the holstered Glock on Pamala's left hip.

"I never had to fire it in anger... but I'm range certified every month per our department policy," Pamala answered. "Despite the rumors, sergeant I follow policy."

Sergeant Chang put up her hands palms out, "I was not inferring anything, Inspector."

"Now," the Inspector said and turned her attention to you. "That uniform?"

"Oh, there's where I come in," Sergeant Chang said as she started to unbutton her uniform top. "I have a headache, I think I'm going to leave early you can take mines."

"Works for me," Pamala shrugged, putting her plate carrier aside as she stepped out of her heels.

You watch both women strip down to their underwear. Chang had on a simple red bra and a pair of blue granny panties, along with compression stockings under her regulation socks. She was thinner out of her uniform, her bra was a push-up that help gave her flat chest a bit more shape. Pamala had a on lacy white bra that, unlike Chang's smaller a-cups, had a bit of trouble keeping her generous c-cups in place. Satin panties covered her sex while she had on nude thigh-high stocking sheathing her legs. Feeling curious, you had both women flash you their breasts and sexes before getting dressed. Pamala was cleanly shaven, while Chang had a dark mass of coils that covered her womanhood.

The little peep show done, you had both women dress. Chang back into her civilian clothing, which consisted of very mom-like yoga pants, a hooded sweater and some worn sneakers. Pamala peeled off her stockings and wore on Chang's socks followed by her white t-shirt. "Sergeant do you mind taking my clothes and heels back to my office before you leave?" Pamala asked as she worked on Chang's trousers.

Chang was about to answer no, but you willed her otherwise. "Yes of course Inspector... you're going to need my gun belt too let me get that for you..."

Ten minutes later, Pamala was dressed and geared up. Her dark hair pulled back in a tight bun per department policy. You had to be honest with yourself. She looked great in uniform and a different woman. Pamala adjusted her plate carrier and the borrowed gun belt as you and her walk out to your unit. Some people gave you looks, and you had to change a couple of detectives' minds when they were going to ask what was going on. "The belt and carrier are going to be the **** of me," Pamala winced as she tried to get comfortable in it.

"It's like thirty-five pounds of extra weight," you point out.

"This is why I tested out of patrol. I graduated from the academy at least ten years older than my classmates. There was no way I was going to trudge around like this," she said shaking her head.

"Well, you get used to it," you shrug as you reach your car. "I'll drive," you say, climbing into the driver's seat.

"Just the rest of this shift?" Pamala asked as she plopped herself into the passenger seat. She was already slightly out of breath.

"We'll see," you said with a smile. "I haven't decided how long yet."

Pamela groaned and buckled up as you start up the V8. "Shall I call us back on?"

"By all means," you say, putting the car in reverse and mentally giving Pamela some commands.

Pamala took the unit handset. "105 back on patrol."