He shook his head, still pretending to smoke his stogie. \u201cI\u2019m undercover over at the convention center. Gem and jewelry show, lots of sticky fingers.\u201d<\/p>\n
No wonder he was nicely decked out in a suit and tie instead of a slick jacket and pork pie hat.<\/p>\n
Sid waggled the invisible cigar to her right. \u201cBut where\u2019s your partner in crime?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLizzie Thorpe is on maternity leave,\u201d she reminded. \u201cDue to drop any day now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, hey!\u201d Spalding called from the podium. \u201cCome to attention, we have a busy day ahead of us, folks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Just as he began his morning spiel, Minnie Kaplan slipped through the door a few feet away from Linda. Accustomed to seeing her in a crisp blue regulation uniform and black rimmed glasses, Linda\u2019s mouth went dry at the sight. Minnie wore a crocheted pink wool mini and thigh-high, black vinyl boots. With her hair teased out into a giant \u2018fro, no black framed glasses, and huge gold hoop earrings, she was a vision. It didn\u2019t take a rocket scientist to figure that she must be the replacement for Lizzie.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoin me in welcoming Sergeant Minnie Kaplan to Vice,\u201d Spalding announced.<\/p>\n
Male voices shouted greetings, and a few cat calls. Minnie grinned and waved. She took the chair next to Linda, acting almost nervous and shy when she settled in.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst day in plainclothes?\u201d Linda whispered. \u201cYou\u2019ll do great.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust glad to be out of records, sister.\u201d Minnie laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLinda, you and Minnie will work together,\u201d Spalding continued when the noise had died down. \u201cBecause Campos and Nevins are on the convention hall for the next three days, Starsky and Hutchinson will be your liaisons.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis could be fun at that,\u201d Minnie remarked. \u201cMaybe we could take a spin in that trashy boy\u2019s flashy car.\u201d<\/p>\n
The bright red Torino with the white stripe cruised slowly past, Hutch glancing toward the girls on the corner for a moment as if admiring the pulchritude. Linda cocked a hip, swinging her tiny drawstring purse and leaning against the brick building behind her to get the weight off her left foot. She knew well that both Starsky and Hutch could see her. She liked the guys, had worked with them before, and had no problem admiring their assets whatsoever. Men simply didn\u2019t turn her on the way women did.<\/p>\n She turned her head enough to watch Minnie saunter out of the hotel they were using to arrest the johns. With the orange glow of the smog accented sunset behind her, Minnie embodied goddess incarnate. Her chocolatey skin had a radiance all its own, imbuing that little crocheted dress with pure sex.<\/p>\n Linda sighed, allowing herself the chance to dream, just a little. She\u2019d set all those fantasies aside the day she put on the blue cadet cap at the police academy. It had been a long, long time since those halcyon days as a dancer, when she\u2019d dallied with the prima ballerina, Karen Sykes. They\u2019d perfected their pas de deux on stage and off, but Karen had her sights set on the American Ballet Theatre. That meant a move to New York\u2014and kowtowing to the attentions of the powerful men in charge. She hadn\u2019t broken Linda\u2019s heart, but had crushed it badly.<\/p>\n Always aware that her stubborn spirit would rebel in such an atmosphere, Linda had sought out a place where she could thrive. Her parents had been appalled to hear that their pretty, feminine dancer daughter was becoming a cop. The police force was even more male dominated than the ballet world, but here she could be fierce, prove that women were strong, tough and smart. And she had. She was still in the lower levels of power, but she planned to climb the brass ranks, become a captain someday.<\/p>\n Which meant she shouldn\u2019t entertain thoughts of disrobing fellow officers. Yet, she truly wanted to ask Minnie over for a drink and then slowly peel that pink dress off her shoulders.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, slut\u2014\u201c a slurred voice said to Linda\u2019s left. \u201cGot the time a\u2019day?\u201d<\/p>\n She could smell the alcohol even with her head turned. Damn, way to ruin a fantasy. \u201cWhat\u2019s your pleasure?\u201d she began, pasting on her patented smile.<\/p>\n He grabbed her arm, forcing her back against the wall so hard she felt her top ride up and the brick scrape her skin. \u201cHey, mister\u2026\u201d she started angrily as he punched her in the gut. Breath caught in her chest, Linda couldn\u2019t fight as he dragged her around the corner, into a darkened alley. Had anyone seen them? Where was back-up?<\/p>\n Trying to pull in a decent breath, she realized that he wasn\u2019t drunk on alcohol, only power. A huge brute, probably played football in high school and then the muscle all had gone to fat. He held up a bottle of Boone\u2019s Farm Strawberry Hill, splashing the contents across her face and bosom.<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s see if you\u2019re a redhead down below, huh?\u201d he leered.<\/p>\n Conditioned to fight, Linda twisted to the left, raising her bent leg as if about to do a pli\u00e9. She slammed her knee into his genitals with all the force she could muster despite insufficient air in her lungs.<\/p>\n Asshole howled, staggering, still hanging onto her arm, which bent her sideways.<\/p>\n \u201cGet your hands off her!\u201d a voice commanded with authority.<\/p>\n \u201cNow hookers got guns?\u201d he snarled, shoving Linda to the debris covered pavement.<\/p>\n \u201cBCPD,\u201d Minnie corrected, in absolute regulation shooting stance. \u201cAnd this shoots real bullets. On the ground, hands behind your head, or I take a practice shot like my mama showed me how.\u201d<\/p>\n He laughed derisively until Minnie took two steps in, lowering the angle of her shot to the space between his legs. At that distance, there was no chance of missing.<\/p>\n With a muttered curse, Asshole got down on all fours, eventually flattening himself to the ground, hands behind his neck.<\/p>\n It was, when Linda got a good look at the weapon, the tiniest pistol she had ever seen outside of an old fashioned western. A derringer, her slightly addled brain identified as she fished the handcuffs out of her little purse.<\/p>\n \u201cSergeant Linda Baylor,\u201d she whispered in his ear, forcing the metal bracelets around his thick wrists. It was a tight fit, but she wasn\u2019t sympathetic.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, looky here, Hutch.\u201d Starsky\u2019s voice boomed around the narrow walls of the alley. \u201cThe girls got the drop on this perv.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat took you so long?\u201d Minnie groused, catching Linda\u2019s eye.<\/p>\n Linda felt a jolt of electricity down to her clit. Good God, how was she going to work next to the woman if just a glance did that?<\/p>\n \u201cStarsky\u2019s still perfecting his parallel parking,\u201d Hutch deadpanned. \u201cCare if we take this weisenheimer off your hands?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTake him away.\u201d Linda waved her hand generously, very aware of her wet top, nipples quite prominent through the clingy fabric.<\/p>\n Starsky hauled the huge man to his feet, giving him an irritated shake in the process. \u201cHutch, calling him a weisenheimer\u2019s way too good for this asshole.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust trying to increase my vocabulary.\u201d Hutch shrugged. \u201cDo you two ladies need a ride back to the station?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI drove,\u201d Minnie said with a slight smile. \u201cIf you book him in, we\u2019ll finish the paperwork when we get there.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTerrific.\u201d Starsky shoved the asshole toward Hutch, flashing a salute at Minnie and Linda.<\/p>\n \u201cSee you later,\u201d Hutch said over his shoulder, leading the attacker away.<\/p>\n \u201cI have to ask,\u201d Linda said, coming to her knees, trying not to think what covered the pavement. \u201cWhere do you hide that gun?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTrade secret, honey.\u201d Minnie took hold of her hand, pulling her gently to her feet.<\/p>\n The damned spike heels wobbled, sending her crashing into the other woman\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, hey!\u201d Minnie soothed, hugging her close.<\/p>\n Linda was embarrassed to realize that she was trembling, on the verge of tears. She\u2019d been assaulted before, it had never caused this sort of reaction! Her face was buried in Minnie\u2019s shoulder and her wet chest pushed up against Minnie\u2019s breasts, their nipples hard as pebbles.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m getting you all wet!\u201d Linda protested, staring into beautiful brown eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cNo matter, sugar,\u201d Minnie said softly, angling them farther back into the dim alley. She pressed her lips ever so briefly against Linda\u2019s\u2014more of a caress than an actual kiss.<\/p>\n Linda gasped, clinging to her shoulders, unwilling to let go. She deepened the kiss, putting all her desire in. It might be the only time she ever had an opportunity to do so.<\/p>\n \u201cI wondered,\u201d Minnie murmured, adding sweet kisses all over her cheeks and eyelids.<\/p>\n \u201cYou did?\u201d Linda whispered in wonderment, stroking the skin on the back of Minnie\u2019s neck. Smooth and soft as satin.<\/p>\n \u201cI hoped,\u201d Minnie amended, almost shyly, in view of what they\u2019d just been doing. \u201cYou\u2019ve got me singing, \u2018White girls are so pretty, hair like Chinese silk\u2026’\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c’Black girls are delicious, chocolate flavored love\u2026’\u201d Linda sang the other half of the song from Hair<\/em>, elated. \u201cI did an off, off, off Broadway production of Hair right before I left New York.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBe still my heart,\u201d Minnie said, running her hands down Linda\u2019s back to cup her butt. \u201cNext I\u2019ll be craving Strawberry Hill wine.\u201d<\/p>\n Linda shivered, from the cuddle or her damp clothes in the cooling evening weather, she wasn\u2019t sure. \u201cHate that flavor.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLet\u2019s get you into some dry clothes,\u201d Minnie clucked fondly. \u201cThe guys will be wondering where we got to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWork, work, work.\u201d Linda pretended to complain, but her heart was flying. Minnie had been watching her, too!<\/p>\n Paperwork out of the way, Linda followed Minnie in her own car to a small house in the low hills only minutes outside Bay City. Amazingly, they lived four miles apart.<\/p>\n \u201cMy mama left this place to me,\u201d Minnie said, opening the front door.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you haven\u2019t changed a thing?\u201d Linda grinned, taking in the overstuffed chairs complete with antimacassars. A handmade braided rug graced the wooden floor and framed family photos were clustered across a round table.<\/p>\n \u201cBeen pursuing my career, you know,\u201d Minnie said in a snooty voice. \u201cSit down. I\u2019ve got something better than Boone\u2019s Farm in the fridge and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019d rather do this.\u201d Linda slid her arms around Minnie\u2019s slim waist, kissing the base of her neck. Without the spike heels, they were nearly the same height.<\/p>\n \u201cI do like the way you think, sugar,\u201d Minnie purred, running her fingers under the green t-shirt Linda had put on at the station. \u201cI enjoyed watching you change out of those damned hooker threads but now let\u2019s get comfortable\u2026\u201d She tugged the fabric up and over Linda\u2019s head.<\/p>\n Linda stepped back to unfasten the hook on her jeans skirt. It dropped to her feet, leaving her in bikini panties and a black lace bra.<\/p>\n \u201cBeautiful,\u201d Minnie said with a smile, working down the zipper of her slacks.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re taking your time,\u201d Linda chided, reaching out to touch the flat abdomen revealed when Minnie took off her pants.<\/p>\n Minnie sighed, holding out her hand to lead Linda down a short hallway. She dropped her periwinkle blue top along the way, the clothing strewn like a trail of breadcrumbs behind them.<\/p>\n It was bliss from the moment Linda curled up on the quilt with Minnie, peppering kisses across her breasts. Minnie managed to unsnap Linda\u2019s bra with one hand, all the while kissing her mouth, insistent tongue darting inside. Linda\u2019s nipples hardened, zingy arousal increasing in her groin.<\/p>\n \u201cWanted this so much,\u201d Linda whispered against Minnie\u2019s warm, sweet skin. \u201cWe never talked much, but I saw you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGoes both ways.\u201d Minnie stroked the flat of her palm down to the cleft between Linda\u2019s legs and under the elastic of the panties she still wore. \u201cAll those men, nothing wrong with them, but they all think your eyes are bugging out \u2018cause of their pecs and cocks.\u201d<\/p>\n She lazily stretched the nylon panties down Linda\u2019s thighs. Holding still, Linda could barely breathe. She wanted Minnie\u2019s long, slender fingers twiddling her clit in the worst way. \u201cTrashy girl,\u201d she admonished lightly, using Minnie\u2019s favorite phrase.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd then there\u2019s the black and white thing,\u201d Minnie said, sounding sad. \u201cTimes are changing but we still haven\u2019t quite reached Dr. King\u2019s dream of being judged by the content of my character and not by the color of my skin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAmen, sister,\u201d Linda said, grasping her hand to give it a squeeze. \u201cSome day, we\u2019re going to step into power. Can you imagine a woman in the White House?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan you imagine a black man in that White House?\u201d Minnie shrugged. \u201cAbout as fanciful.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRight now, the only thing I can imagine is seeing you spread naked on the bed, just for me,\u201d Linda prompted gently.<\/p>\n \u201cThat one becomes reality so easily.\u201d Minnie\u2019s pensive mood lightened and she grinned. \u201cThese ol\u2019 panties need to go into the wash anyway.\u201d She lifted her bottom slightly as Linda slid off the lacy underwear.<\/p>\n The rush of touching Minnie, of brushing her fingers across the area she knew to be so sensitive, was intoxicating. Linda licked her lips, stimulating Minnie\u2019s clit with little strokes and tickles. Minnie arched back, moaning passionately.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s been a long time since\u2026\u201d Linda started, remembering those long past days when she\u2019d tongued Karen an hour before the Poughkeepsie premiere of La Sylphide.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re doing fine in my book,\u201d Minnie encouraged.<\/p>\n Linda used her tongue to torment and rouse her lover\u2019s libido. It worked. Minnie clutched the quilt with both hands, stiffening as she climaxed.<\/p>\n \u201cWas it me, or the thought of a black man in the oval office, that did it?\u201d Linda lay down beside her, breathing in the scent of her arousal.<\/p>\n \u201cCombination of both, sugar.\u201d Minnie laughed, latching onto Linda\u2019s nipples. She sucked and licked Linda\u2019s breasts, dipping her left hand into the space between Linda\u2019s legs.<\/p>\n So turned on, that was all it took. Linda cried out as that wonderful orgasm ripped through her body. For a few moments, all she wanted to do was swim in the lazy stream of what Minnie had created.<\/p>\n \u201cYour fantasy?\u201d Minnie whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe.<\/p>\n \u201cMe, captain of Vice, you captain of\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHomicide,\u201d Minnie said with a decisive nod. \u201cI can boss those two scoundrels, Starsky and Hutch, around.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you do that already?\u201d Linda laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cAh, but then I\u2019d get paid better for it,\u201d Minnie added. \u201cAll this exercise makes me hungry. I can whip up some red beans and rice, maybe some sausage, to go with the wine?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI knew we were made for each other,\u201d Linda bounced slightly on the bed. \u201cA woman who will cook for me? I\u2019m in heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201c’White girls give me chills\u2026’\u201d Minnie sang, sashaying her round butt in time to the music, \u201c’And when she touches my shoulder, that\u2019s the touch that thrills.’\u201d<\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n Linda Baylor perched on a folding chair in the back of the Vice squad room as Captain Spalding strode through the cluster of cops waiting for their daily briefing. The metal chair, uncomfortable at the best of times, was made … Continue reading ![\"\"](\"http:\/\/advent.starskyhutchcalendar.net\/2017\/calendar\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/divider05.jpg\")
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