Job involving an old "friend"

"Shaw, Unger, got something for you, not a big one, but needs done," Chief Benson said, coming back into the room.

"What is it, Chief?" Bridgette asked.

"Ruby and a couple of her friends are hanging out outside Ted Bannon's autoparts store. He's complaining that they're soliciting customers," Benson explained. "I need you to talk to them and make sure they're not."

You tried not to get aroused at the sound of the familiar name. Ruby was an escort, or "former escort", as she liked to say. In truth she was the madame of a small, but classy and wealthy escort service that was low-key, and rarely ruffled any feathers. Practically every "lady of the night" in town worked for her in some fashion. Given the more serious crimes in town, the **** tended to give her some leeway, especially since Ruby and girls had often used their contacts to catch more than one robber or local gang member. She was a woman of means, but she was down to earth, and something she enjoyed doing was talking to her friends out on the corner like she used to. Unfortunately this tended to ruffle the feathers of local shop owners. So every once in awhile the station had to make it a point of talking to Ruby and whomever she was hanging out with that day.

"Sure, Chief, we got this," Bridgette assured, pointedly looking over at you.

"Yeah, we'll get right on it," you chime in quickly.

"Good. It's probably nothing, Ruby's smarter than that, but best to be sure," Benson explained.

You nod, and both you and Bridgette quickly head out, get in your patrol car, and head to the address.

"Man, James, you still carrying a torch for Ruby, eh? Thought you were going to get hard right there," Bridgette teased.

"I am not. Just brought up some old memories, that's all," you protest.

It had been your rookie year. There was a disturbance at the local dance club, Ruby's front for her real business. A client of one of Ruby's girls felt like he had some kind of right to her, drunkenly came in saying no other man could have her, and threatened her with a gun. Ruby had come to the defense of her employee, trying to talk the man down, though the man's sexist attitude annoyed the proud woman to the point where Ruby finally got fed up and insulted the man's ideas regarding "possessing" women. That triggered the man's anger and he turned his gun at her. You had arrived just in time to leap in front of Ruby, your bulletproof vest protecting you while Bridgette took the man down. You both had made a friend of every employee at the club that night, and you personally had gained an admirer in Ruby.

Ruby's exotic beauty, a lovely mix of Black and Asian features combining both ample curves and delicate grace., combined with her quick wit and sultry charm made you crush on her instantly. You knew who she was, and she never insulted your intelligence by pretending otherwise, though she never admitted her true profession out loud. She'd invited you to her place to cook you dinner as a thank you. You accepted. When she answered the door, she was naked. Needless to say you were no longer interested in dinner. It was by no means a relationship. You had to think of your career, and Ruby had no interest in being tied down by a "societal constraint". That being said, the times you hooked up were out of this world. You love Katherine deeply, and would never tell her, but Ruby was by far the best fuck of your life. This "arrangement" went on for a time before you met Katherine and started your relationship. Far from being upset, Ruby was happy for you, as the two of you had become close friends and she had no desire for any kind of permanent thing. You do remember that after she gave you a parting hug how she had slipped a hand down to squeeze your ass and whispered: "If you ever come to your senses and realize monogamy's bullshit, look me up." After that you were fully committed to Katherine, though your memories with Ruby remain fond ones. You still talked to her from time to time, but not once had you strayed, and Ruby never pushed it, respecting your choice. Bridgette was the only other person who knew about it, and she had kept it a secret because it didn't impact your job performance.

"This is the first time you've seen her since getting married, isn't it?" Bridgette realized.

"Yeah, but it doesn't change anything," you assure her.

You see a couple of girls hanging out on the corner from the incoming Auto store. A pink-haired, slim white girl in a white tank top and skirt, a pretty Hispanic girl wearing a jean jacket and shorts, and standing next to them was Ruby, wearing a red t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans, hugging every curve.