Chapter Six
Just then a police car pulled up, and a couple of cops got out and walked into the crowd asking who was responsible for all the commotion?
Spotting Amy-Sue he said “Are you responsible for this scene? Do you always dress like this? Don’t you care what people think?”
Amy-Sue just looked at him with her hands over her nipples and said as innocently as possible…Who Me???
Author’s note: Someone asked me sweetly, to please not end it here, so one thing led to another …read on please
Epilogue
After the police broke up the ogling pedestrians they went over to Amy and tried to be, well, Police! You know, mirrored sun glasses (which allowed them to stare with impunity), and chatter to the precinct desk about questioning the perpetrator and securing crowd control and all that efficient garbage the police are famous for, making a non-event into a cataclysm of national security proportions.
Fortunately they were human after all and were putting on a display in case some do-gooder offended idiot wanted to make trouble. As Amy was getting back in the truck, the only other woman around was an officer (a sergeant, no less) who did not get out of the police car. She tossed Amy-Sue a tee shirt from some PBA golf tournament. “Here, I suggest you put this on,” she said quietly, “And the rest of you get back to work.”
All of the cops turned away and got back to their respective cars and the Sergeant was the last one left. Just before she walked away she told Amy, “I am going to follow you for a little while to make sure that this doesn’t lead to something more dangerous.”
“I’m sure everything will be fine, officer, but thanks just the same.”
As she was driving away Amy realized that she was very hot in more ways then one. The idea of being so exposed made her very wet. As a matter of fact that was why she was driving with one hand. Then realizing how sweaty she was she pulled into a Mexican take out joint, to get something cold to drink and cool down.
Looking in her rear-view mirror she saw ‘The Guardian’ pull in behind her. However the sergeant did not get out right away.
After a few minutes Amy-Sue got back in the truck with a big ice-cold mountain dew and kicked back to enjoy it. The Sergeant came over to introduce herself, “Hi, my name is Mary Johnson; please excuse me, but I am not talking to you on official business.”
“What can I do for you?” inquired Amy.
“Well, I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out with it,” she seemed really embarrassed as she shuffled her feet.
“Please, just say it.”
“Well, ok, it’s just that I have never seen anyone in my life that made me as hot as you did back there.” “I mean that’s why I didn’t get out of the car.” I didn’t want the guys to see how flustered I was.” “Hell, I know I’m taking a chance telling you this, but I just had to try.”
Amy-Sue had a big smile on her face; “God what a wonderful thing to say.” “Would you like to go somewhere and talk about this further?”
They exchanged phone numbers and Mary said that her shift was going to end at 8pm and that she would call the minute she got home.
Can you just see the shit-eating grins they both wore?
Chapter A
Amy-Sue was in the shower when she heard the phone. The cell was ringing so she reached over to the vanity and answered “Hello!”
“Amy. This is Mary, you know, we met today?”
“Hi Mary, glad you called, can you hold on a second while I get out of the shower?”
“Of course I can and that sounds really delicious,” said Mary, a husky kind of comment as if she was treading lightly.
As Amy began to dry herself she picked up the phone. “I’m back, so what’s up?” There was a long pause then the two of them began to laugh.
“What a question” Mary said, “Look Amy are you able to go out tonight?” “I mean can you meet me somewhere where we can talk?”
“Sure where do you want to meet?” “My time is my own.”
“Great do you know where “The Biz” is? “It used to be called ‘Ain’t Nobody’s Bizness’ or something like that.” “Say in an hour?”
“I’ll be there Mary, looking forward to it.”
“Me too Ames, me too!”
Chapter B
Amy-Sue had passed this place a few times and thought it might be a masculine challenged place. Well it was, and that didn’t bother her one bit.
She decided to wear a ‘just above the knee” leather skirt, a black Danskin top with a dungaree vest and a pair of black espadrilles.
There were only about three people in the bar (all women) and they took no notice of her. Amy walked up to the bar and perched upon a stool at the bend of the bar.
The bartender was a non-descript older woman who walked over and said, “Hi, what can I get you?”
Amy ordered a margarita.
The drink was made to perfection and served promptly. “Are you Amy?” said the barmaid.
Amy stared at her and put two and two together. No wide-eyed bumpkin she. “Yes I am. Is Mary here yet?”
“No but she’s on her way. She phoned and described you perfectly and told me that your money was no good.” And if I may say so, her description was perfect, enjoy, make yourself comfortable…”
Amy, lit up a smoke, and took a few sips.
Before long, she felt a tap on her shoulder and there stood a stranger, oh wait! It was Mary looking completely different then she did when she was in uniform.
It was black and sheer and did not expose anything but you could “see” everything.
“Hi!” Amy said, smiling.
“Amy I’m so glad you showed up. Especially here where we can be ourselves and I don’t have my officers standing around drooling,” Mary said giggling.
They almost bumped heads giving each other a ‘hello smooch.’
The bartender, who was introduced as Rita, poured a “Jack” on the rocks without being asked. Mary took a belt and suggested that they grab a booth where they could be more comfortable. They settled in and before long a young looking waitress brought them another round.
“Damn, these are going down really good,” Amy, mentioned as she was looking at the departing ass of the waitress. Mary’s eyes were locked on Amy’s, watching her ass-watch. At the same time there was very quick, but very noticeable pause in their thought processes. Kind of like a decision being made that there was no turning away from.
Chapter C
At first, Mary was not really sure where Amy-Sue’s tastes ran. I mean she was obviously cosmopolitan, but was it mere friendliness or was there more involved. At that moment Mary knew the answer. Amy’s eyes were all over the waitress’ ass.
“Pardon me Mary, I was just perving, I have never been to this place before, nice help and the bartender was really nice to me,” Amy explained.
“You haven’t seen a thing yet sweetheart, wait until the rest of the ‘bims’ get here.”
“Bims,” Amy questioned.
“Yeah Bims as in bimbos, we say it with love of course, they just love to strut their stuff and most of them have a lot of stuff to strut.”
“Man I can’t wait, when does the show start?” Amy asked.
“How about a preview Amy,” Mary smiled as she was calling the waitress back.
“Kelly, come back here please,” she called out. Kelly sauntered over looking dreamy eyed and totally responsive and pliable all at the same time.