The detectives fresh start

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Detective Sergeant Lisa Smith stepped out of the dirty Vauxhall Astra and surveyed the scene in front of her. A grassy field surrounded by not a lot. Off in the distance the edges of the town could be seen but not much else, except for the buzz of activity in front of her. She stepped under the police tape and walked towards the hastily erected white tent in the middle of the field, flicking her long blonde hair back over her shoulder as it blustered in the wind.

Lisa caught site of the body as she approached. It’s face was battered.

‘This could be an interesting first day on the job,’ she thought, ‘so much for an easy fresh start.’

She had arrived that morning at her new station and sent out immediately by her new DI to investigate a potential . Better than sitting at home unpacking boxes in a dark flat. She’d fucked it all up at her old job, well, actually she’d fucked up her old life. Lisa’s promiscuity and sexual deviance had cost her everything. She was to transfer by her old boss after she found out Lisa was having an affair with her husband. Then Lisa had ruined her own marriage. It must be hard for a guy finding out your wife is cheating on you but Lisa’s husband had found out by walking in on her riding a convicted felon with a cock at least double the length of his. A convicted felon Lisa had put away 5 years before. He’d kicked her out the next day.

Lisa couldn’t exactly run to either of her lovers, so she agreed to the transfer and moved away.

She stood, watching the forensic teams do their work. A car door slammed behind her. DI Simpson. The fat fucker who’d stared at her breasts the whole time in their first meeting and who then definitely stared at her ass when she had left the room. He was doing it again now, staring at her shapely, petite bum as he approached before looking away when he realized she was looking over her shoulder at him.

“Need you to go question a suspect,” Simpson said without any greeting.

“But I just got here,” Lisa retorted, “and how do we have a suspect already. We haven’t even identified the victim yet.”

“Anonymous tip off,” the large man replied, “apparently one Carl Malone was seen leaving the scene about half an hour before the body was found carrying a baseball bat. Constable Evans will drive you, go question him and keep him talking till I’m done here.”

20 minutes later and the old Astra rattled through the streets of the city. Lisa stared at her new surroundings, a typical sprawl of new build house covered city suburbs. It was quiet in the car apart from the occasional outburst of the radio. DC Evans wasn’t much of a talker and Lisa wasn’t in the mood to a conversation.

Lisa stared and watched a group of kids throwing glass bottles at a wall. Classy part of town. She was pulled out of her thoughts by Evans responding to the radio. She turned to listen as a crackling DI Simpson rattled off some orders.

“…need you to drop DS Dawson at the address and then head straight back to HQ, understood?”

“All clear,” Evans responded, putting the radio head back.

“What do you mean back to HQ?” Lisa asked, “your going to leave me at the house of a potential murderer on my own, with no back up?”

DC Evans shrugged, “just following orders.”

‘Fuck sake,’ thought Lisa, just what she needed.

They arrived at the address. Lisa didn’t bother thanking Evans. Just jumped out and walked down the path towards the surprisingly big semi detached house. She rang the door bell.

The door swung open surprisingly quick. Lisa went to show her badge but she froze. In front of her stood Carl Monroe. 6’3 of dark skinned, ripped muscle. He was naked from the waist up and Lisa could make out the shape of a long, thick cock, concealed in his jogging bottoms.

“Can I help you?” he asked, his eyes roaming over the 30 year old, petite police woman in front of him. A smile broke out from his lips as he saw Lisa’s eyes drinking in his body.

Lisa stood mouth open, eyes fixed on the shape of his large cock. It was growing before her eyes. She looked at him and saw him smile. Almost against her wishes her own mouth upturned into a shy smile.

“Detective sergeant Lisa Smith ….can I come in?” Lisa asked, her smile increasing.