Sandy on patrol

Sandra Becker used to be a PE teacher, until she figured with all the policing she was doing, she might as well join the force. Now she was out on the streets, trying to educate not just the youth, but anyone who made a mess of things. Besides, she didn’t have to deal with their parents as much.
“Damn,” Arthur groaned. “I’m starving.”
“It’s 10:30, Art.”
“So?”
Sandy sighed. “Fine, I could use some coffee. Where to?”
“Bagel Baron?”
“Really? Fine.”
Of course, the place was crowded as fuck, and of course the line was long as fuck, owing to the fact there were three twenty year olds doing their best to work at a snail’s pace.
“You’d expect someone with the attention span of a teaspoon to hurry a little,” Sandy grumbled.
“You okay?” Art looked at her, half concerned, half amused.
“Yeah,” she started. “Just annoyed with the lack of action lately. Maybe patrolling isn’t my thing.”
“Maybe.” Art responded. “Or maybe it’s just what you need.”
“What I need is coffee.”
Art chuckled.
“It’s just,” she said. “I get this feeling of uselessness you know? When I got nothing to do.”
“Yeah, I know. But rest is good, save your energy for when you need it.”
Sandy sighed. “I guess. Not very good at relaxing though.”
Art grinned. “Maybe you could learn a thing or too from those teaspoons behind the counter.”
To her exasperation, to of the teaspoons had retreated into the open kitchen, where they were clearly going on break. Now there was only one teaspoon left, slowing the line down further.
“For god’s sakes.”
“We got time. There’s no action today, remember?”
“Clearly.”
“You know what you need?”
Sandy sighed. “What?”
“You need to get laid.”
“I know.” It had been over a month since she banged her brother in law at the movies. She’d hoped it to become a regular thing, but when Daph got “back in business” the fun was immediately over. She couldn’t really blame him either. Neither of them were very extroverted, so they didn’t have sex that much. Sure, she had a handful of friends she’d consider close, but she spoke to them only once in a while, and meeting up was difficult with everyone’s busy adult schedule.
Anyway, with Art touching the subject she threw a joking “you offering?” at her partner.
“If it helps with your sucky mood, yes,” he smirked.
She scowled at him, but had to admit it probably would. Come to think of it, she’d never had sex with him before. Most partners did, but Art had probably —correctly— figured she was not a very fucky person.
She stared at the two employees on break, one of them on her knees, face buried in the other’s crotch.
She could go for a good licking right now.
“Okay, show me what you got, old man.”
“Old man?” Arthur gasped in mock disbelief. “I’m only twenty years older than you.”
“Yeah, old.”
He had two fingers up inside her when they could finally order. They kept it rather tame like that until they got back in the car, where she sucked him off while he ate his bagel. Then, he ate her bagel.
“Thanks, grandpa,” she teased afterwards, hoisting her uniform back on. “That was pretty good.”
“I’m just glad you stopped complaining.”
“Fuck you, dude,” she laughed.
A call came in through the radio. Car crash.
“Finally!” Sandy called out.