Reply: In the hands of a cop he drew out the girl inside me

I was working for a large hotel chain on the interstate in Dallas and I had to work Christmas Eve.  Slow.  I got off at seven and my goal was to drive the three hours to my mother's house for Christmas Day.  I got in my car, an older version, suitable for a starving artist working nights at hotel.  I got along and then it all went to hell, the serpentine belt broke and I was stranded on the side of the highway.  A patrol car came by and offered a tow truck.  I was broke and had no money.  The patrolman told me I could not stay there and get in he car with where it was warm.  He drove me to the nearest House of Pancakes and said he was hungry and he would treat me to a short stack.  He talked about his job and told me that a patrolman was his dream job. He asked me how my art was doing and commented that's why it's called starving artist, I was starving.

He took me to his apartment, a regular complex and told me to stay there, he got off around four and depending on paperwork he would be there.  I watched TV and since I didn't have anything to do I cleaned the kitchen, then the bathroom and changed the bed and picked up and made it nice and tidy. When he got home he commented that I had fixed it all up for him and he held me against the wall and kissed me. Don't fight it, he told me with his voice of authority.  He checked the fridge and asked me if I could fix an omelet.  I did my best and after I had picked up and cleaned up the kitchen he called me over to him.  He took my waist in his hand and rubbed his face in my crotch and told me he wanted me to drop my pants to my ankles.  He went about giving me a blowjob and 'caressing' my butt cheeks. He stood to kiss me and jumping out of my pants he led me to the bedroom.  He saw that I had changed the sheets and told me lay down he was going to make love to me.  Just be a girl about it, and I let him do what he wanted.

I never made it to my mother's for Christmas Day, I slept with a patrolman.  I learned to 'love's his penis and let him 'love me' by getting on me. I woke up a boy in the hands of a man, I borrowed his toothbrush and he lathered me down in the shower.  He called a friend of his who had a pickup and we went out to the highway to tow the 'sucker' to a gas station where another friend of his changed the serpentine.  He didn't like my set up in a run down eight unit building and moved me in with him to cook and clean and show what a good girl I was for him. Out in the bars where we went, secret places with no name on them, I was his girlfriend when he danced with me.  Other cops had girlfriends, boys who lived with them. It was a secret underworld where boys like me could be the girl inside.