Chapter 2

            Goldman, Carter, and Nick walked into Garvey’s Bar. There was a couple in a booth having dinner. A guy was drinking a beer at a table.

            The deputies walked up to the bar and sat down on the brown bar stools. A blonde with her hair up approached them. “What can I get y’all to drink?” she asked.

            “Um, Becky, right?” Carter asked.

            “Yeah, that’s right,” she confirmed.

            “Where’s Trina?” Goldman asked.

            “It’s her night off,” Becky answered.

            “We’ll have three beers on tap,” Goldman said and reached for his wallet. “I’ll get the first round guys.”

            “Thanks,” Carter said.

            “Much oblige,” Nick said.

            Goldman gave her fifteen dollars. He reached up to scratch the side of his dark hair.

            “I’ll be back with your drinks,” Becky said.

            As soon as the bartender was out of earshot, Nick said, “You guys didn’t tell me we were coming to Garvey’s.”

“Where else would we go for a beer?” Goldman said.

“There’s a bar right in the middle of town,” Nick stated.

“That place is a hole in the wall,” Goldman stated.

“Look, the sheriff might be able to get away with coming here from time to time, but I don’t think we can. His fiancé co-owns the place. Even if we are just having drinks, it’s still in the Orgy Bar,” Nick said as he made quotation marks with his fingers.

Two and a half years ago, Garvey’s Hotel and Bar became a place where orgies were hosted – in the bar.

“They only have orgies on Friday and Saturday nights,” Goldman said.

“And how do you know that?” Carter asked with a smile.

Goldman chuckled. “Nice try, kid, but everyone in town knows that.”

Becky came back with their drinks. “Here you go.” She sat the drinks down in front of them.

“Thanks,” Carter said.

Becky smiled and went to the other end of the bar.

“So, Dalton, what were you and the general talking about?” Goldman asked and sipped his beer. General was Goldman’s nickname for the sheriff.

Nick wanted to keep the answer as vague as possible. “He said I’ve been working too many hours. He’s afraid I'll get burned out. Starting next week, I’m back to eight to ten-hour shifts.”

“Oh,” Carter said. “Might do you good.”

“Yeah,” Goldman agreed. “You could do with some rest. What else did he say?”

Nick took a deep breath. “He also said I needed to get some.” He sipped his beer.

            “Some what?” Carter asked.

            Goldman chuckled. “What the hell do you think? Pussy, kid.”

            Nick shook his head. He wasn’t in the mood to hunt for sex. He hadn’t been in the mood for over a year.

            “So, are ya?” Goldman asked. “That sounds like damn good advice to me.”

            “I like a good lay just as much as the next man, but I’m not in the mood,” Nick stated and sipped his beer.

            Goldman looked at him like he was a eunuch. “Why? Is your dick broken?”

            Carter spat his beer back in his mug as he laughed at the question.

            Goldman chuckled.

            Nick couldn’t help but smile a little. “No. I haven’t been in the mood to be on the hunt is all.”

            “We can set you up with someone. What about Paula? The waitress at the diner,” Carter suggested.

            “Are you crazy, Carter? That girl doesn’t have front teeth. And her chest is flatter than a pancake. We need to find Dalton a woman who’s nice looking,” Goldman said and sipped his beer.

            “What difference does it make? It’s not like you can see her with the lights off,” Carter stated.

            “Is there something you need to tell us, Carter?” Goldman asked with suspicion.

            Nick looked at Carter.

            “No, just saying. All right, no Paula,” Carter said quickly and sipped his beer.

            “Uh huh. After I get Dalton straight, we’ll work on your taste in women,” Goldman said.

            “I don’t need any help getting any, okay,” Nick stressed.

            “I know,” Carter began. “Since it was the sheriff’s idea, maybe he can set you up with Jackie. He is engaged to her twin.”

            Nick almost heaved at the idea.

            “Yeah, Jackie has a nice rack,” Goldman said with raised eyebrows.

Jackie and Jodi Garvey were identical twins and biracial. During the 2008 crash their business went into the toilet until they came up with a radical idea to save Garvey’s Hotel an Bar – hosting orgies on the weekends. Jodi was engaged to the local sheriff. The only way to really tell the sisters apart was by their hair. Jodi wore her dark hair straight and Jackie had natural curls.

            “No way. That woman is tighter than a pin cushion,” Nick said. “And besides, she hates me.”

            “I didn’t know you two knew each other well enough for her to hate you,” Goldman said.

            “We don’t really. It’s just . . . I’ve been known to tease her in the past about her disposition, let’s say,” Nick admitted.

            “You mean you called her a stiff to her face,” Carter clarified.

            “In so many words, yes. We tolerate each other because of the sheriff and her sister, but that’s it. I’ve never met a woman so . . .”

            “Stuck up?” Goldman guessed.

            “No, she’s polite. I’ll give her that,” Nick said. “Rigid.”

            “Oh come on, man. She can’t be as stiff as you think. She and Jodi run this place,” Goldman said.

            “Jackie went along with turning this bar into a house of sex on the weekends because it made financial sense. I said she was rigid, not stupid,” Nick said and sipped his beer.

            She’s also gorgeous when she’s angry, but she’s not worth the trouble.

            “Excuse me,” Becky said as she approached them. “I couldn’t help but overhear you. You really think Jackie is rigid?” she asked as she looked at Nick with amazement.

            “Well, yeah. And I have told her so,” Nick replied.

            “Sounds like someone made a pass at her and she turned that someone down,” Becky stated with a smirk.

            Goldman and Carter looked at Nick.

            “No,” Nick denied.

Three pairs of eyes stared at him.

Judging from their expressions they weren’t going to let it go, so he told them. “All right, about four years ago, I was on patrol. I saw a Toyota on the side of the road with the hood up. I pulled over to see if I could be of assistance. It was Jackie. Long story short, we got into an argument with the oil stick. Somehow, oil ended up on her white outfit.”

“Uh oh,” Carter said and chuckled.

“What happened then?” Goldman asked.

Nick twisted his mouth. “She started ranting and raving about her outfit. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning and buy her dinner to make up for it. She told me that she wasn’t desperate enough to have dinner with a clumsy buffoon.”

“Oh, dear,” Becky mumbled.

“What’d you say?” Carter asked.

“I told her that I wasn’t so desperate that I would ask a rigid, anal repressive out on a date. I was just trying to make up for the outfit.”

Goldman chuckled. “If you talk to all the ladies like that no wonder your dick is dry.”

“She completely overreacted, which concludes my point,” Nick said.

“Point being, Jackie is a rigid, anal repressive,” Becky said with a smirk.

“Sweetheart, Jackie Garvey is so tight and stiff a man would have to use the Jaws of Life to open her legs,” Nick said.

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Jackie Garvey wrapped the brown feathered boa around her bare shoulders. She stood naked before the deputy in brown high heel pumps. She tickled the end of the boa on Deputy Curt Williamson’s face and glided it down his hairy, toned chest. 

            “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m going to have to frisk you,” Williamson said with a smirk.

            Jackie giggled.

            “I’ll need you to place your hands on the table, and, uh, lean over,” he instructed.

Jackie sashayed to the table in her room and got into frisk position with a big smile on her face. She let the back of the boa slip down her back; it hung on the crook of her arms.

            Williamson walked behind her. “Spread your legs please, ma’am.”

Jackie widened her stance.

He placed his large hands on her shoulders and slowly smoothed them down her light brown arms. “Are you carrying any concealed weapons?” he asked with amusement.

            “No, officer,” she answered playfully.

            “Oh yeah, then what are these,” he said next to her ear and cupped her C cup breasts.

            “Oh, officer, they’re nothing,” she said in playful shock.

            Williamson started squeezing her tits. Jackie switched her hips from side to side, her bottom grazed against his hard-on that was concealed in his pants.

            “Oh, I think they’re something,” he breathed as he kept squeezing her tits.

“But, officer,” Jackie moaned.

“No, buts.  I’m afraid I’m going to have to do a cavity search, ma’am,” Williamson breathed.

“Oh officer, please be gentle,” Jackie said as her pussy became moist with anticipation.

Williamson glided one hand down her tummy to her hairless vagina. His fingers crept into her wet folds. “Seems to be wet down here, ma’am,” he said in a deep voice.

“Officer, I’m not sure why that is,” Jackie said breathlessly.

Williamson’s finger massaged her clit. “Maybe it is this,” he breathed and pushed his pelvis against her buttocks.

“Yes,” she said and closed her eyes.

“I’m going to have to give you a more thorough examination,” he breathed and pulled his hand away.

Jackie heard his zipper come down. She opened her brown eyes. “Officer, what are you doing?”

“To give you a thorough examination I’ll have to use my wand,” he explained. “It is perfectly safe and made for examinations like this.”

Jackie felt his wet fingers ease into her back door.

“This is just lubrication, ma’am,” he said in a deep voice.

“Okay, officer.”

“Now, you going . . . to feel the tip,” he said as he started shoving his dick into her.

“Uh, yes, I feel it,” she said and closed her eyes once more.

 “I’m going deeper,” he said. “Hold on tight, ma’am.”

Jackie gripped the edge of the table as Williamson shoved all the way into her. He was still for a moment, and then started to go in and out of her.

Williamson grunted and said, “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask . . . oh shit . . . to move your hips from side to side.”

“Oh?” Jackie breathed.

“Oh yes, ma’am. I’m very thorough,” he moaned as he went in and out of her. He moved her naturally curly hair to the side to hang on her left shoulder.

“Whatever you say, officer,” Jackie moaned and started switching her hips from side to side.

Williamson switched from side to side to Jackie’s rhythm. He gathered her in his arms as they moved together. “That’s it. The examination, uh . . . will be . . . more thorough if I…” He trailed off as he reached down to her pussy and played with her clit again. His other hand groped her tits.

“Oh, officer,” Jackie moaned. “This is a very pleasurable examination.”

“We’re almost done, ah fuck, ma’am. Now, I’m going to start, oh, going in and out again with my wand. I need your full cooperation,” Williamson groaned.

“Oh. Ah. Oh, yes, sir.”

Jackie rocked back and forth as Williamson plowed into her backside. He continued to rub her clit and grope her breasts.

“Give it all got, now,” he groaned as he plowed harder.

“Oh yes,” Jackie moaned as her long legs quivered and her pussy got wetter.

Williamson shouted her name as his dick became slippery in her ass.

Jackie opened her eyes as she caught her breath.

He was still holding her as he caught his breath. He pulled his finger from her clit and placed it on her lips. Jackie opened her mouth and sucked her juices off his finger.

He chuckled and pulled his finger out of her mouth. He turned her head to the side and placed his lips on hers.

Twenty minutes later, they lay naked in Jackie’s bed. Jackie lived at Garvey’s with her twin. This was the fourth time they’ve messed around. The first time was a little over six months ago with the bar manager, Trina, and an old friend from out of town. The second time was Williamson, Becky, and Jackie. The last time and this time when he had called, he wanted Jackie to himself. She took the opportunity to try out role-playing. Williamson was game.

She tickled the boa on his chest.

He chuckled and caressed her face. “This is nice. I hope you don’t mind me - I just feel comfortable with you,” he admitted.

“I don’t mind at all. I like it when you call me. You’re so much fun,” Jackie purred. “Since George and I broke up, I haven’t wanted to get serious with anyone.”  

George had been a bouncer at Garvey’s on orgy nights. He and Jackie had gotten together and dated for a while.

“I never thought I say this about George, but he was a fool.”

“No. I just kept stalling when it came to making a commitment. For some reason, I couldn’t accept his proposal. It wasn’t him. He was a sweet guy.”

Williamson propped his head on his hand. “Your gut was telling you he wasn’t the right man to settle down with.”

Jackie nodded her head in agreement. “You may be right. It’s been nine months, and I haven’t missed him at all. The first two months I did, but then everything -”

“Went to shit,” he said for her.

Jackie’s twin, Jodi, had suffered the lost of her baby. It was hard on the family and their friends.

“Yeah, for a while, but once things calmed down again I hardly thought of him.”

He smiled. “That’s because you have creative ways to keep yourself busy.”

They both chuckled.

“You’re welcome to spend the night if you want,” Jackie said sweetly.

“Ah, I would love it, but I have to be at the station in two hours,” Williamson said and placed his finger on her chin.

“Well, in that case, I better get you in the tub and get you ready for work,” she said with a mischievous smile.