I’m Nathaniel Jacobs, a sergeant with the Springfield Police Department. It’s Friday, and I’m almost ready to head home. I’ve got the weekend off. Today has been a royal pain in the ass between patrol, court, and finishing up paperwork. I’m looking forward to getting the hell out of here.
“Hey, Jacobs, you heading home?” Cook, a fellow officer, asks as he heads toward his desk.
“Yeah, finally! Why is it that right before you’re off for a couple of days, it’s always a shit sandwich?” I ask.
“Don’t know, but man, I hear ya,” Cook answers as he sits down and logs in to his computer. “You got plans?"
“I’m just hanging out, seeing what comes up,” I say just as my phone rings. I look at the caller ID and immediately sit taller in my chair. I know this number and who it belongs to. She’s what I would call a frequent flier. Only, I happen to know she only ever calls me. The thought gets my mind stirring with all the possibilities for the weekend.
This lady is any man’s wet dream. She’s tall, but at six foot three, I still tower over her. She has silky straight blonde hair and the deepest blue eyes I’ve ever seen—absolutely fucking gorgeous. One look at her body and you thank the good Lord for your eyesight because she’s got curves in all the right places. She’s in great shape, with long legs, a firm, heart-shaped ass, and her tits. Oh, her tits! They are perfection. Big, but not so big that they look fake, just enough cleavage for a man to get lost in for days. On top of that, she’s smart—a doctor at one of the local hospitals. The woman is the total package.
Another ring of my phone breaks me out of my mental inventory and I answer.
“Jacobs.” I state simply. Then I wait to hear her sultry voice over the line. After a short pause where I hear her take in a shaky breath, she speaks.
“Sergeant Jacobs, I’m so glad I caught you,” she purrs into the phone, and I start to feel my blood pool south of my belt. Damn, just the thought of her and hearing her voice is all it takes. I’m already a goner. This job takes a toll on a person, so it’s good to blow off steam occasionally and just have some fun. Her call today is full of promise for a fantastic weekend.
“Yes, I was just getting ready to leave the office.”
“Oh, lucky for me. I was wondering if you’d be able to come by my house and check to make sure it’s safe,” she almost whispers into the phone, her voice getting deeper, huskier. “I’d be so grateful. I thought I heard a sound in the garage, and I don’t want to leave my bedroom.” There’s no hiding her innuendo.
“Did you call 9-1-1?” I ask her, my voice calmer than what I’m feeling.
“No, sir, I thought maybe you’d come by and check as a favor.” I know what kind of favor she really wants, and damn, I want it too. I’ve done them before, and I’m always happy to protect and serve her whenever she needs it.
“Yes, ma’am, I understand. I’ll come by. I should be there in about twenty minutes. Do you think you’ll be safe until then?” We both understand what her call and my agreement really means. This won’t be an official visit. In fact, I’ll be off the clock. The call won’t even be logged since she called my personal cell phone. This arrangement is just between the two of us.
I arrive in my own vehicle at the address, which I know well. The street is quiet as dusk settles on the city. The garage door is closed and there are no cars outside. I park in the driveway and get out of the car. I check to make sure my service weapon is holstered and make certain the safety is on. I’m still wearing my uniform, minus the body camera, bulletproof vest, and radio. I pull out my flashlight since the house appears dark inside. I check the side door of the unattached garage, which is unlocked. Nothing appears out of the ordinary. Her car is there, and I don’t see anything suspicious.
Leaving the garage, I head around to the front and find the front door is slightly ajar. Peeking in just a little, I call out.
“This is Sergeant Jacobs with the Springfield Police Department. If there’s anyone in here, show yourself immediately.” I already know that the caller is hiding up in her bedroom, waiting for the all clear from me. I shine my flashlight around the entry, everything looks normal. I check the doorjamb, just in case, and see it’s still intact. It’s not unusual for the door to be unlocked and open. At least it has been that way when I’ve come by in the past. I make sure to lock the door behind me when I enter.
I make my way through all the rooms on the lower level, clearly announcing myself as I go. I imagine my gorgeous caller, sitting in the closet or the en suite bathroom. Of course, I’m picturing her naked as I fantasize, and my pulse beats rapidly, but not from fear. No, it’s pounding with anticipation. I clear the first floor. Everything looks undisturbed, so I move on to the finished basement.
No one is hiding down there. I even check inside the laundry room and quarter-bath before I go back up to the first floor. I sweep my flashlight from side to side as I go. No sense in being careless, even if a safety check isn’t my real purpose here tonight. Finally, I head up the stairs to the bedrooms. First, I check the bedrooms that have a jack-and-jill bathroom in between them. By the time I get to the door leading to the master bedroom, I call out again so the good doctor will know I’ve arrived.
Knowing what will greet me when I open the door has me salivating like Pavlov’s dog, and I’m already hard. The closer I get, the more turned on I am. I look forward to her phone calls and the way she uses me to quench the desire that burns in her. I wonder if she’s going to be submissive and need soothing, or if she’ll be so grateful that she can’t control herself with appreciation. Either way, I know she’ll have her own special way of thanking me.
“Doc,” I whisper softly as I enter the bedroom. “It’s Sergeant Nathaniel Jacobs. I’m here to protect you.” I don’t hear anything in the bedroom. Using the flashlight beam, I search the room for her form. I check corners and the large, king-size bed. But I already know where her favorite hiding spots are. I could tell by the sound in her voice earlier on the phone she was already hiding when she called me.