"Good morning. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Deputy Assistant Allen, serving as Special Assistant to the Chief of Police. I want to thank each one of you for volunteering for this duty, especially the female officers. It's certainly well above and beyond the normal call of police service and I wouldn't even consider it if the situation wasn't so desperate. But you all know exactly how bad the problem is that we have here. A serial killer is operating along this coastline and his MO is always the same. He tracks down couples who come to this area, waits until they begin to engage in sexual activities and then attacks them. What happens afterwards is gruesome -- gruesome. So far we've got nine people dead. The odd number is accounted for by the fact that one of the girls had two men with her at the time, and even that didn't seem to stop our guy. He killed them all and left a trail of pieces of flesh hanging from tree branches -- until he went . . . well, wherever it was that he did go.

"The Department is in real trouble here. The media are on our backs, the politicians are demanding we do something, the public wants the Bay Butcher caught. And, God knows, we've tried every trick we can think of to apprehend him. With no luck at all. We're sure he's here, we're sure he's watching everything that's going on, but none of our decoy couples have brought him out into the open. OK, so we've had to make the decision to go with the real thing, if that's what it takes to lure this monster out. We've disguised you as civilians and you're going to come on like real lovers, with nothing faked. It's all the way, Jose.

"You've all seen the maps, you know the area where all these attacks have occurred. Last night we sent in a elite group of surveillance teams to set up covert observation posts around the Bay. Now we need to get the perp's attention. For that we need couples -- and threesomes -- who aren't faking their fuc -- their amorous activities. We need to get the Butcher's hormones working harder than his brain cells and anything less than the real thing won't cut the mustard. That's what you volunteered for and now's the time to make good on your promises. But if any of you female officers want to change your mind, this is the time to do it . . . anybody?

"Ladies, thank you for your co-operation. All the names were placed in a hat and the draw for partners was made completely at random. The one thing we have done is to make sure that no female officer is partnered with a male from the same precinct. You'll never have to work together again, or suffer any sexual harassment as a result of today's activities. Which means you can concentrate on supplying the bait for the trap that's been set. Every inch of this area is being watched and you people are going out there to make the Bay Butcher break cover. Which means putting on the hottest performances that have ever been seen along this shoreline. Captain Kelly will be in charge of the decoy teams and will keep in touch with all of you through the transmitters hidden in your watches and your jewelry. Good luck and good hunting. And thank you."

"This is our assigned area, Sergeant. Pull Over."

"Yes, Captain."

"What was your name again? Bracket?"

"No, Captain, Hackett."

"Yeah, Hackett. Which precinct?"

"I'm with Central Traffic."

"Traffic? That's not work for real cops, not handing out speeding tickets and parking violations."

"Sometimes it gets exciting. Sometimes I get to help little old ladies across the street."

"Forget the little old ladies right now, Sergeant. Grab this young lady next to you and kiss her."

"Yes, Captain. "

"Jesus, Sergeant, any little old lady you manhandle around is going to be real disappointed if that's the best way you can come on at them. When I said kiss me, I meant for you to french me, just like we're a hot couple getting ready to fuck. The way you're holding me, we could be here from a retirement home ourselves. Now put your tongue down my throat and grab hold of my butt."

"OK, Captain."

"Hey, come on, squeeze my buns like you really want them. Hell, what is it with you, Hackett? You wouldn't last long in my command in Special Investigations if this is as much energy as you can work up."

"Captain, it's a kind of a strange feeling to be making love to a Captain, especially with a surveillance team watching us."

"Sergeant, for God's sake get my top down and start in on my tits while I make some check calls. And listen, if I make a noise like a motor cycle, do you think it'll make it easier for you to get your leg over me?"

"Ur . . . "

"Look, me Jane, you Tarzan. Now grab my tit holder and pull it down as if you meant it. Get urgent -- pretend my boobs are parked in a tow away zone or something. Maybe that'll turn you on."

"Give me a break here, Captain. I'm not used to this kind of work and this wig glued on my head itches like hell."

"For God's sake shut up and get your mouth down here. See if you can remember what you used to do with things like this when you were a baby. Which probably wasn't so long ago . . . so stop complaining and start sucking while I get talking

"Skirt One, Skirt Leader: are you in position yet? Over."

"Skirt One, Skirt Leader: repeat, are you position yet? Over."

"Skirt Leader, Skirt One: sorry, I had my mouth full. Yes, in position now. Over."

"Skirt One: what about your playmates? Are they in position? Over."

"Skirt Leader: they're in position and looking good. Over."

"Skirt One: fine. Are you going to be able to handle both of them? Over."

"Skirt Leader: I'm certainly doing my best right now. Over."

"Skirt One: keep alert and call if you see anything suspicious. Out."

"Skirt Two, Skirt Leader: are you in position yet? Over."

"Skirt Leader, Skirt Two: yes, I'm absolutely in position. Completely in position. God, how I'm in position! Over."

"Skirt Two: you sound as if you're getting laid. You're too early, repeat, too early. Over."

"Skirt Leader: sorry, but there's no reverse gear on this thing. Over."

"Skirt Two: you should be down here, I can't even find a start button on the one I've been issued with. OK, keep the show going as long as you can. Out."

"Hey, Captain, you've got no call to be saying things like that about me on the radio. I came along to help you people out but if I'd known I was going to get these hassles I wouldn't have bothered."

"Sergeant, do me a favor. Put me on the hood of the car, get my panties off and see what else you can do with your tongue but bitch."

"W - e - l - l, Sergeant, maybe I've been underestimating you here. Maybe you can hack it, Hackett. Tell me the truth though, you wanted to go with one of the other girls instead of the hardnosed blonde bitch of a Captain, right?"

"Hmmm . . . "

"I guess that means yes. You think I'm not going to be much fun to fuck, Sergeant? Well, how about having a blow job from a Captain, Mr Hackett? Would that make you feel better about things?"

"Hmmm . . . mmm"

"I thought it might. OK, I have to make another call and then maybe you'll get your treat. The blonde bitch of a Captain with her mouth around Sergeant Hackett's big stiff prick. Hell, if you keep on doing this I may even get a copy of the surveillance video for you as a souvenir. Would you like that, Sergeant?"

"Hmmmmm . . . "

"OK, but first I've got to make another call."

"Skirt Three, Skirt Leader: are you in position yet? Over."

"Skirt Leader, Skirt Three: I think I've got a problem here. Over."

"Skirt Three: are you the gal that got the short straw in the ballot and drew officer Camden? Over."

"Skirt Leader: affirmative, I'm with officer Camden but this is sure no short straw I'm holding. It looks like the guy brought his night stick with him. Over"

"Skirt Three: I know what you mean -- we've used him in Special Investigations set ups before. All our female operatives call him 'Cannon Barrel' Camden. But don't worry, he's as gentle as a kitten. Over."

"Skirt Leader: there's no way this kitten is going anywhere near my pussy. I'm not range proofed for anything in this caliber. Over."

"Skirt Three: you volunteered to do the job, you had your chance to quit and you didn't take it. Now do what you promised you'd do. Over."

END OF PART ONE

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