The Captain's, for a fee of course

"Aren't you going to throw this pervert out?" Nora said, "I mean, who in this day and age says something like that out loud? Philli-"

"Aw shut up, Nora," Captain Howe said, "You probably should suck my dick!"

If Nora was shocked and disgusted before, the depths of her disgust were now rivaling the Marianas Trench. Her husband _never _would have talked back to her like that. She sputtered out some refusal.

Officer Kent, remembering the squad dinners and parties that she had ruined with one outrage or another, decided to get physical. With a firm hand on her shoulder, and his foot pressing out her knee, he **** her to get on the ground. A quick wish kept the captain from protesting.

"God, bitch, you're dumb," Darren Kent said, "I wish the two of you would remember the deal we had. Nora here is just a whore from my stable that the captain leases out." The exact details of the deal leaked from Darren's brain directly to their memories. Nora got a roof over her head and her living expenses paid, but any time she helped the captain achieve orgasm, he owed money to Darren.

"God, how much do I owe you?" The captain said, dumbly. He stroked his greying beard as he tried to remember every time he and his wife had ever made love.

"Oh, we're caught up to today, Captain," Kent did mental math. The captain had a good salary, and on top of that, Darren knew for a fact that he was on the take from some shady businessmen and landlords on 37th street. "Just remember going forward, its 600 bucks a cum." A silent wish made it so that the captain could only come with the help of his whorin' wife, and that he couldn't go more than a week without an orgasm. The price should be just enough to make sure the captain would agonize over fucking his wife or not.

Nora was the captain second's wife, and was actually quite pretty. It was hardly worth the effort to wish her back to her late twenties (But he did anyways). She had pale skin, jet black hair, and a general pixie-esque look to her. Officer Kent wouldn't mind fucking her regularly either, "And remember, she's the one who has to deliver the money to me. I gotta make sure you're treating her right."

"And of course, it just wouldn't make sense for you to have a beat cop who was also a pimp, so I'm going to quit. You'll make sure that no cop ever looks too deeply into me, because obviously, that would lead back to you," Darren said. "You don't mind if I stick around the station the rest of the day to say goodbye, though, right?"

"You, missy, should start doing what your john says and starting some cock," Officer Kent said, still holding Nora on the ground. "Obviously, you don't love your john, but he treats you nice, and you've been with way worse johns, so it could worse, so you'll shut the fuck up about him and his late hours." She nodded, undid her former husband's pants, and unfurled his dick. "Wow, a lot worse. That's... actually... impressive, Captain." Magical bone that made him nearly omnipotent or not, Darren was not expecting his captain to be packing that particular caliber of pistol.

"Feel free to stick around, Darren. I'm sorry to see you go, actually," The captain said, "But I'm gonna be busy here getting my dick sucked. I'll have Nora bring the check--"

"Cash, actually," Darren interjected with a throb of his wishbone.

"I'll have Nora bring the cash over tomorrow," The captain repeated himself.

Darren wished his whore luck, and walked back into the station proper. He knew he had an appointment the captain's secretary, but who knew who else he could rope into this? There was the newly made detective Castellano, the one with lovely lips and hair and who also just happened to be the Deputy Chief's daughter. Or the sociology professor that was researching in their archives for the past few weeks. She had red hair, and had once given Kent a withering look when she caught him staring at her ass. Or shit, this _was _a police station. There had to be a few working girls here somewhere.