Precinct Twenty-Three /pt-16 Terminator VS Tempest-3 THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
A police squad-car showed up at officer Gardner's home, only to report the family missing. Bruce had instructed his wife and kids to pack up their immediate belongings and move to Lidia's (his wife) sister's house in Colorado.
At the Whitmen house, his wife and children reported they hadn't heard from officer Douglas Whitmen in a few days. They had no idea of his whereabouts, and could give the police no aid in finding him.
Both officer's patrol cars were found (by computer low-jack) empty, parked by the water front with the engines running.
Capt McConnell interrogated officer Justine for hours, trying to get the low down on Gardner and Whitmen and their next move. But after an exhaustible session, McConnell came to the conclusion that Justine was either very good at deception, or he didn't know much of anything! It was obvious that Justine was merely a follower in Gardner's and Whitmen's plans, and didn't have much on information.
The same was said for officer's Blake, and Cooper, whom were both under arrest at the local hospital. McConnell was going to see to it that they all be charged with conspiracy, intimidating, bribery, obstruction, disorderly conduct of an officer, extortion, tampering, attempted murder, and even murder if he could find evidence proving Whitmen and Gardner had anything to do with the deaths of Tempest's drug boys down by the water front.
"The press is going to EAT THIS UP!" worried McConnell, growing a tension headache as he hit brick wall after brick wall. He immediately thought of Malik (out on sick leave back at McConnell's apt), and wished he was there with him. "Is there anyway we can get into Tempest's stronghold, with as little blood shed as possible?" he asked his undercover unit, which Malik was a part of.
"Did you see the movie "New Jack City" sir?" asked officer Cortez. "No way we gettin in there without a body count, sir!"
"Tempest's got that street block of his fortified with dozens of trigger happy drug dealers and convicts trained to shot us on sight! Gardner and Whitmen would be complete idiots to rush that compound by themselves!" said Jackson, another officer.
"Let's not forget we're talking about 2 of the best officers on the force! With over 40 years combined training between them! They know everything WE know about undercover work and penetrating enemy forces! Let's not underestimate them until we have them safely locked away in their cells!" informed McConnell, respectfully.
"What about councilmen Howard?" asked officer Smits, getting looks from the room. "He's been spotted going in and out of Tempest's lair for months! If you want in -sir, he's the ticket!"
"Okay..." thought McConnell, looking over at officer Jake Valentine. "Let's pick the councilmen up for questioning. But make it discreet, we don't need the news media getting wind of this before we have anything concrete to report! Got it?"
The small army of undercover officers got up and disbanded to do their assigned tasks. Once the room cleared, McConnell called Valentine to lag behind.
"How are you feeling, officer?" he asked, concerned.
"I'm...okay, sir!" said Jake, self-consciously. McConnell knew a lot about Jake's private life (with Peaches), enough to make Jake extremely uncomfortable around the senior officer. Jake know how cops looked down on homosexuality in the department, after all his father and grandfather were officers, -he lived his life listening to them rag on officers they thought were "sweet" in that way. Jake knew McConnell was from old school, he was expecting him to ask Jake for his resignation.
"Look, why don't you take off...get yourself some rest, and take Peaches home? She looks like she's been through quite a bit in the last few days." said McConnell, looking at her through the blinds of his officer squad room window.
"uh...yes sir, thank you sir." said Jake, breathing easier. He left McConnell's officer feeling awkward. He walked over to Peaches (whom was slumped down in a chair with her head propped up under one arm -asleep), and woke her up. "You ready to go?" he asked quietly, trying to keep a low profile with the rest of the room.
"I thought you'd never asked!" said Peaches, jumping up. She'd had quite enough of cops and their pig smelling Precinct! She followed Jake out the back towards the employee parking lot in back of the building. McConnell watched them leave through his window, his eyes roaming over Jake's muscular body as he disappeared out of sight. Tired and frustrated over the turn of events now facing his department, he sat down at his desk and rubbed the space between his eyes where most of his headaches formed.
"Sir...?" called someone from the door. McConnell thought it was one of the officers forgetting something when he looked up and saw Malik.
"Mal..." he said softly, getting up from his desk. "...what are you doing here? You should be home, resting!"
"I've rested enough, sir. I want to come back on duty!" announced Malik, his right arm still in a sling.
"You know that's out of the question, Malik." said McConnell, closing the door behind Malik for privacy's sake. "You're still recovering from a bullet womb, son..."
"Then put me in a patrol car! Behind a desk! Something, other than sitting at home bored!" complained Malik.
"That's what "sick leave" is, Malik! To make sure you get plenty rest!"
"If I don't do something soon....I'll go NUTTS!" complained the 25 year old.
"Why don't you go home for a few days and visit your parents? That'll take your mind off work." suggested McConnell.
"My parents are dead, sir." said Malik, sadly.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." said McConnell, kicking himself for not knowing. Then he closed the blinds to his office, and pulled Malik into his arms. Malik didn't resist, he allowed McConnell to kiss him as he wrapped his arms about his petite little form, and draw him in.
McConnell, sat Malik down on the edge of his desk, then went back to make sure the door was locked before returning. He stood between Malik's spread legs, and started kissing him again. Malik sucked on the older man's tongue, feeling his mustache tickle his smooth upper lip. He could feel McConnell's manhood start to harden as he ground into him. Malik reached down with both hand carefully, and started to undo the capt's pants.
"Not here, Malik..." warned the captain, looking around the secured officer for any way anyone could peek in and see them. Malik ignored McConnell's order, and reached in and freed his hardon. McConnell groaned softly, knowing he should have more control but didn't want it to stop.
Malik stood up, undid his own pants, and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and his boxers, then sat back into the same position. McConnell wrapped his huge hand around Malik's stiff dick, and was prepared to go down on it real quick, but Malik stopped him. He lifted his legs up and scooted his ass to the desk's edge, then spat onto his fingers and lubed his own hole. "Malik...can't this wait...?" Malik grabbed the captain's dick, and aimed it up to his asshole. McConnell closed his eyes as he slowly sank into the younger's officer's ass. "uhhh...this is wrong, we can't do this hear..." moaned McConnell, feeling his dick surrounded by Malik's tight gripping hole. Malik wrapped his good arm around the captain's waist, and pulled his hips into him, -burying the man's dick inside.
Malik really needed this distraction, sitting at the capt's apt watching the world go by was getting stale real quick. He needed something to take his mind off of things, off of Louis' suicide. Malik removed the capt's tie, and unbuttoned his shirt then buried his face in the man's hairy chest. McConnell rested both hands on the desk on either side of Malik's hips, while slowly fucking in and out of Malik's ass while Malik sucked hard on his erect nipples. McConnell knew if they got caught, it would mean the end of his career as he knew it. But for some strange reason, he couldn't resist Malik and his sexual demands.
Malik wrapped his legs around the capt's waist, and held onto him tightly as McConnell began to move faster. Both men were stifling moans, trying to keep down on the noise from the squad-room just outside their door. McConnell felt Malik's teeth sink into his nipples, causing him to bit his lower lips in a masculine whimper. Malik felt McConnell's hips moving faster, and started to pant harder from the impacts. McConnell pulled his head from his chest, and kissed him affectionately. Malik leaned back, bracing his good arm straight back against the table while jacking off slowly with the other. McConnell ran his hands up and down Malik's spread slightly haired thighs as he looked dreamily into his eyes. "Move in with me, permanently!" requested McConnell, wanting to keep Malik safe from everyone and everything. Malik didn't answer, instead he came all over his stomach and chest, drenching his shirt in semen. McConnell saw the display, and fucked harder. His dick slammed in and out of Malik's tightly contracting hole. In a matter of minutes, he was hosing the young officer's inside with a huge amount of sperm.
The 2 men hugged, still connected by the private parts as they caught their breaths. When McConnell finally pulled out, Malik jumped down off the desk and started putting on his pants and boxers. His shirt was ruined with cum stains, so he simply zipped up his jacket to cover it. "Are you going to give me an answer?" asked McConnell, cleaning off his dick with some tissue before tucking it back in his pants and zipping up. He watched Malik's body language as the officer ignored him. "Malik..."
"Are you putting me back on duty...sir?" asked Malik, fastening his belt. McConnell gave Malik a weary eye. For a full minute there was a stale-mate.
"Yes, you're back on duty." answered McConnell, buttoning his shirt.
"Then yes, I'll move in with you." responded Malik, walking towards the door.
"But you're on desk duty..." shouted McConnell, as Malik reached for the door knob. "...until that arm get's healed." Malik didn't respond as he left he office.
ELSEWHERE...
Jake drove Peaches home to his apartment in South Philly. After a shower at the Precinct, and a change of clothes (which he had in his work locker), he felt like a new man. He was just glad his car was still parked in the lot at work when the capt decided to let him off duty for the night. Jake knew officer's Gardner and Whitmen weren't yet apprehended, so he didn't feel it was safe for Peaches to go back to her apt in North Philly.
He pulled up into his parking garage, and stopped in his designated spot. Peaches had fallen asleep during the relaxing ride, and Jake hated to have to wake her. She looked so peaceful sitting there with her head cocked to the side in his direction. Jake gently brushed the wig from her eyes, just as she woke up.
"We there, yet?" she whispered, almost dream like.
"Yes. I'm up on 12." said Jake. Peaches yawned and stretched, then reached for the door handle. They took the elevator up to the 12th floor. Peaches was still wearing her sundress, sandals, and chinese wig as the got off the elevator and walked down the hall to Jake's apt. The tenant living next door came out just as Jake was putting his door key in the lock. The older white woman stood there in shock as she looked as Jake and the 6 foot tall black amazon standing behind him. "Hello ms Magson." said Jake, nervously as he opened the lock. The women's mouth dropped when Peaches cuddled up behind Jake and laid her head on the back of his shoulder and smiled at her. Jake quickly rushed them into the apt before Peaches could say something insulting or embarrass to her.
"Nice place..." said Peaches, looking around the 2 bedroom apt. "Nice view..." she added, looking out the window of the balcony to see the city sky line in the near distance. Jake took a quick look around the apt to make sure everything was secure. Once certain, he began to relax.
"The bathroom's through there if you'd like to wash up. Towels, soaps, and wash cloths are in the inside cabinets."
"Thanx honey." smiled Peaches.
"You hungry? I think I may have some 'Hungry Man' dinners in the freezer!" called Jake, heading for the kitchen.
Peaches made her way into the bathroom, and started undressing. She turned on the shower, and adjusted the temperature before removing her wig and getting in. The hot water felt like massage therapy to her aching body! All that running around like a Charlie's Angle was for the white chicks! That's why you've never seen a black Angle yet, ain't no sisters doing all the karate shit for a man she ain't never seen or fucked!
Meanwhile, Jake was busy in the kitchen, heating up food in the over and preparing a salad. He looked in the cupboards and found a bottle of wine he'd been saving for a romantic night with his girlfriend Kelley, but it seemed those days were now over. He couldn't imagine her wanting to keep a relationship with him now that she's figured out he and Peaches had sex! He could still hear her voice screaming in his ears when she found out. "You fucked a gay transvestite WHORE! You make me SICK!"
Jake was taking the entries out of the over when Peaches walked in, dressed in the white terry-cloth robe Kelly always wore when she visited, and a white towel wrapped around her head like a turban.
"Something sure smells good." she said, standing in the doorway.
"I found a Lasagna dinner, and I made a fresh salad. I'm surprised the leaves didn't get molded in the crisper." he said, putting the hot pan on the table. Peaches came in and picked up the wine bottle and read the label.
"Wine too? You're quite the romantic." she smiled, alluringly.
"Look Peaches..." said Jake, wanting to get something off his chest. "...I'm not what you think I am."
"And what's that, sweetie?" she asked, popping the cork on the bottle to pour 2 glasses.
"I'm not gay! I have a girlfri...I HAD a girlfriend..." he corrected.
"And THAT makes you straight?" chuckled Peaches. "Over half the men I fuck have wives and girlfriends. Hell, I even had one at one point in time!" she laughed.
"YOU?" asked Jake, looking astonished. Peaches put her hand on her hip.
"Like it couldn't happen! I have you to know ALL the girls wanted me back in high school! I was a cute boy!"
"I bet!" laughed Jake, receiving a slap on the shoulder.
"I'm serious!" she insisted. "I was going through my confused stage back then!"
"Back then?" joked Jake.
"Yes, back THEN! I know for damn sure who I am now! I'm Queen Peaches! Diva Extraordinaire! And honey you best believe I am FIERCE!" she proclaimed with a snap of her fingers. Jake had to admit, she was pretty extraordinary alright! If it weren't for her, he'd be dead now!
"So how did you come to met Tempest?" asked Jake, spooning 2 heaping servings of lasagna on 2 plates along with salad. Peaches smiled as she sat down and started to recall.
"I was 18, he spotted me turning tricks in front of one of the clubs down town. He was a drug dealer, but he wasn't as big as he is now, but I could still see even way back then that he had potential. He was mean looking, angry, and felt the world owed him something for just being here. He took me home that night to his crappy apt, and fucked the shit out of me. Then he "stiffed me" on the bill. After that, he became my pimp/lover. I was his first girl! After me came all the others. Then his Empire. Now, he doesn't even remember my name!"
"Did you love him?" asked Jake, totally engulfed in the story.
"I did...or as close to love 2 people like him and me could experience on the streets." devised Peaches. "We were young..., what did we know about love? We both came from some pretty fucked up back grounds! Neither one of us ever knew what real love was. For me, it was a hard dick and a stack of money! For him, it was power and control! We were a train wreck waiting to happen!"
"That's a shame. Everyone should know what love is." said Jake, taking a bite of pasta.
"Do you know what real love is, Jake?" asked Peaches. "I'm sure you thought you did with your girlfriend -whatshername! But did she show you love when she called the cops on your ass?" Jake didn't say anything, noting the sarcasm in Peaches tone. He knew of Peaches' family history. He knew her mother was a hooker, and her brothers all died in gang violence. He knew Peaches had a rough time in life. She deserved some happiness. He hoped she found some soon.
After dinner, Jake put the dirty dishes in the washer, then showed miss Peaches to her room (the Guest Room across the hall). Peaches looked in, then looked at Jake puzzled.
"And where'r YOU sleeping?" she asked with an inquiring mind.
"In my room." pointed Jake, innocently.
"Why can't we sleep together?" asked Peaches.
"Because I told you..., I'm not like that!" reminded Jake.
"You've BEEN like that ever since I met you! Why change now?" argued Peaches.
"Look..." said Jake, trying to keep the tension calm between them. "...I told you, the circumstances were different then. I was high on drugs! We were fighting for our lives..."
"And that makes a difference? Now that you don't have to sneak around in back allies, you don't want to fuck me no more?"
"Peaches, don't make this any more weirder than it is..." pleaded Jake.
"Weird?" said Peaches, insulted. "Oh, don't worry hon! I won't! In fact, you can kiss my naturally born black ass good bye in the morning!" she said, as she slammed the bedroom door in his face.
"Peaches...." called Jake, hearing the door lock. He stood there for a moment, accessing the damages to their fragile relationship, then he hunched his shoulders and went into his own room and closed the door.
Jake went to sleep almost immediately, dreaming of the past couple of days and what he'd been through. His last dream was of the truck drivers that raped him the the motel! He moaned in his sleep as he recalled them fucking his beaten ass over and over, each trucker blowing his load up Jake's ravaged ass. He was in the mist of a possible wet dream, when he felt Peaches sneak into bed behind him. "Peach..what...?" he gasped as he came awake.
"Shhh..." shushed Peaches, rubbing lube between Jake's butt cheeks. Before he could protest, she slipped the head of her dick up to his hole, and pushed in. Jake felt her big dick pushing up into his body and arched his ass back towards her, allowing her to sink it all in slowly.
"UHHH..." he groaned, his asshole gripping her tightly as she moved into him. He felt Peaches' breasts on his back as she wrapped her arms around his torso and pulled him into spoon position. "We shouldn't be doing this..." he said, his dick already hard and leaking from the dream.
"Shut up and enjoy it!" instructed Peaches, rolling him over on his stomach.
Jake felt her on top of him, and spread his legs to give her slim slender body room to maneuver. Peaches pressed down on his back, kissing the back of his neck and shoulders as she slid in and out of him smoothly. Jake groaned softly, loving the way her dick felt inside him. He rested his chin on the pillow beneath him as she put her head beside his and whispered gently in his ear. "I wanna be your girl, Jake." she said softly and erotically, licking his ear and sucking the lobe. "I wanna be with you like this for the rest of my life! Let me be your woman! I'll make you happy! I swear!"
Jake moaned, listening to Peaches' proposition while she fucked him. It was hard to resist her while she was rocking his world like she was. Jake like women, but he had to admit that a woman couldn't fuck him like a man could. Peaches seemed to be the bridge between the 2 worlds. She looked, acted, and walked like a woman, but she fucked like a man. She was hard and aggressive as a top in bed, and soft and feminine as a bottom. Kelley (his last girlfriend) had nothing on Peaches as far as Jake was concerned. His only problem was, how would the world look at them as a couple? Sure Peaches could pass a woman to most of america (if she really tried, and toned down on the clothes and fem act), but they would still cause looks as an interracial couple. The world wasn't as tolerant and open as they were. A mixed couple could run into a lot of trouble on the streets after dark. Jake wasn't sure he was willing to put himself in any unnecessary danger.
Peaches sensed his reluctance, and picked up the pace of her stroke as she started to slap her trimmed pelvis into his ass cheeks repeatedly. She drove her big dick through his tight rectum steadily, ramming him hard and deep. Jake raised his ass higher, giving her a better target inwhich to hit. Peaches continued to plead her case in his ear, hitting all of Jake's tender spots as she rode his ass like a champion cowgirl! After nearly 20 minutes of intense pounding, she had him practically begging to be her man! She turned his head sideways, then stole a deep soul kiss from his panting lips as she drilled him hard for another 10 minutes.
Jake knew she was about to cum when he felt her nipples stiffen against his back. Her cock swelled in his rectum as she lost control of her pumps. Peaches screamed out loud like a lady as the cum shot from her dick and filled his bowels with a steaming hot load of her creamy juices. Jake felt his colon fill with the heat of her orgasm, as she quickly pulled out and flipped him over onto his back. She stood his dick upwards, then slid her pre-greased anal pussy down on it, her male cunt engulfing his dick down to the bone!
Jake could barely catch his breath as Peaches started riding him, humping her own ass up and down the length of his dick as she forced and drove it up into herself. "Oh Jake...!" she cried, holding onto his ribs for support. Jake grabbed her hips, watching her B-cup breasts bounce before his eyes. He could feel her load starting to leak from his stretched anus as his balls contracted, and his cock started to pulsed out his thick sperm into her tightening anal-womb! Jake panted and thrashed as his load pumped out. After a heavy climax, Peaches leaned forward and kissed him passionately. Jake returned the kiss, wrapping his arms about her and squeezing her tightly as he sucked her tongue. "So..." she said, breaking the kiss after several minutes. "...does this mean we're officially a couple?"
"On ONE condition!" Jake said, looking up into her eyes.
"What?" asked Peaches, nervously.
"You have to stop turning tricks!"
"But..."
"No butts!" insisted Jake, seriously. "I'm a COP! I can't have a woman prostitute as a girlfriend!"
Peaches thought for a minute. Turning tricks was the only job she ever knew. She never worked an honest day in her life! Did Jake actually think she was capable of working as a waitress, or better yet, -be a house wife? She was STREET, through and through. To love her, was to except who she was. And what she was, was a 6 foot tall black male-female impersonating prostitute!
Then she looked down into Jake's eyes. He was looking back up at her, his face unsure as she pondered over his demand. He looked so scared, and sexy all at once. She figured if he was willing to take a chance, so was she!
"Okay." she said, simply.
"Okay?" asked Jake, unsure.
"Yes, dammit! I said OKAY! I'll stop hooking! For YOU!" she clarified.
"For US!" corrected Jake, pulling her down into his arms to kiss once more.
OGONTZ and DRUMMING
Rashad Davis had never been more scared in his life, as he drove his 2005 Rover down what is commonly know as "Tempest Boulevard" (the street where his drug fortress is housed). He pulled up to the corner of the block, where he was met by 2 black corner boiz. They were neighborhood drug dealers, as well as look out men whom were to report any unauthorized cars of suspicious looking people looming around. People in the general area knew not to turn down Tempest Boulevard, unless they were looking for drugs or trouble. People who accidentally wandered down the road, quickly learned not to do it twice.
"Sup, Shad?" said one of the dealers, walking up to Rashad's truck.
"Yo..." said Rashad, nervously. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Is...is...Tempest in?" he asked, trying badly to sound normal.
"Yeah. Wussup?" asked the guy, getting suspicious as he looked into the car to see if Rashad was alone. After all, Tempest had given the order to "cover the entrances" and to "look out for cops...".
"Nuthin man! I...I just wanna talk to him about...uh...I just wannit to tell him about my...uh..." Suddenly a blanket in the back seat was flipped over, and up came officer Gardner (The Terminator!) dressed in night gear and branding a weapon.
He pointed the hand gun at the questioning drug dealer through the back window, and shot. The dealer never saw the bullet coming as he was struck in the face. He fell to the ground already dead, as Gardner spun around and aimed at the other guy. The second drug dealer saw Gardner, and went to run. Gardner caught him in the back with 2 shots! He fell to the ground face down.
"Y,y,y,y,y,yo..yo...YO man!" screamed Rashad, covering his head as the bullets rang. Gardner grabbed him by the back of his neck, and squeezed.
"All you had to do was drive us up to the back door! But you couldn't even do THAT, you dumb nigger!" he spat, firing another shot in the back of Rashad's head. His brains splattered all over the shattered windshield.
Gardner knew the other dealers had to have heard the shots, and would come running. He pushed Rashad out of the driver's side door, and took his place behind the wheel. He put the car in drive, then aimed it to run right into the side of Tempest's stronghold as he jumped free. Snipers from the roofs fired down on Rashad's Rover as it barreled down the street, and smashed into one of the building fronts with a loud crash of metal. A few of the ground troops walked carefully up to the car to see if the driver had been hit (unaware that Gardner had already bailed), then the car suddenly blew up (by detonator) in a fiery explosion. 4 dealers were instantly killed from flying debris as several of the buildings caught fire.
Tempest heard the explosion, and jumped up from his bed (with Jasmine and Sapphire close behind). They 3 ran to the window, only to notice the building was engulfed in flame! The 2 girls started to scream and panic as they ran around in a daze. Tempest calmly put on his clothing, and dialed his newest right hand guy (Demetrius' replacement) for answers. "What the fuck's goin on?" he asked, putting on his shoes.
"We under attack!" screamed a panicked voice over the cell phone.
"By who?" asked Tempest, going for his gun.
"I dunno! I ain't seen nobody ye...uuhhgggg!!" yelled the dealer before the line went dead.
Tempest shoved the "girls" out the way, and ran for his pre-planned escape route. Outside, bullets were flying like a war zone. Window's shattered, cement was pierced, bodies were imploded..., as the fire quickly spread from one house to another.
Back at the Precinct, McConnell was notified that gunfire had erupted on Ogontz and Drumming. The fire department was also notified, and soon a calvary of police and fire aid was on it's way, headed by McConnell and his drug enforcement team.