Dance with an Angel

I was sitting in my favorite booth at the Thirsty Camel, down on the beach. It had been a long day and my mood showed it. There are times when you just want to be left alone…and this was one of those times. Then my friend Scott walked in looking like he just lost his best friend and someone shot his dog! I didn’t even need to call to him; he seemed to be looking for me! It means trouble when you walk past the bartender, the waitress and two hot honeys’s to talk to a burley cop like me.

I got ready to offer Scott a beer but he blurted out “I am in deep shit and I don’t know who to turn too!” He plopped down in the red vinyl booth seat. I took a drink from my Coors’s and just waited for him. “If I tell you, do you promise to help me and not think I am crazy” he asked looking around. “If you didn’t break the law, we have no problem” I said. “No, I didn’t break any laws that I know of but I ain’t sure” he added. He looked like he had been either screwed or tattooed so I took another drink and asked “Why don’t you tell me what happened, from the beginning and I will figure out what to do based on that Scott!” He nodded Okay.

“Two nights ago I was invited to go to a party that some friends knew of. I did not know anyone there but I figured ‘what the heck’ why not” he said. “It was a coat and tie thing down over in Hampton. The place was an old house down in the Denbigh area. I figured it would be no problem since I live here is West Ocean View so I just jump on the Interstate and shoot through the tunnel and I am there” he said. While he got ready to continue I order two beers for us. I hate long stories anyway.

“Well I went to the party and it was nice enough. A lot of nice looking women and plenty of booze” he added. I thought ‘this is my kinda party, hot broads and free booze!’ Now Scott caught my attention, free booze and hot broads always do that to me, so I started listening again. “It was around 10:30PM when this really hot natural blond walks in. She is built like a brick shithouse! Really! She had heals on but I would say she was maybe 5’-6” tall. Her hair was cut short, just below her ears and she had on this red lipstick that just screamed ‘Let me suck your dick’! I mean she was hotter than hot. She was wearing this skin tight black dress that had bare shoulders and she had to have had 38C’s or I was blind” he said. Now he had my undivided attention!

“So far it sounds like you were doing fine Scott, so where does the problem lie or are you just bragging” I asked with a chuckle. He smiled and said “Let me finish then you’ll understand.” He turned in the booth and put his back to the wall as he continued “It seems that our eyes met and she smiled at me! So I walked over to her and introduced myself. I was really polite and I asked her to dance. At first she did not say anything she just kept looking into my eyes. She then put her hand out and her other hand around my waist! They were playing a fast song but she wanted to slow dance!

It was fuckin heaven Duke” he exclaimed. “I never felt so good, she was holding me tight, and I mean she was holding me tight! Then I noticed that she was so nice and cool to the touch. It was strange; she was not warm, just cool. Finally I asked her what her name was and she said Casey Lynn. So I thought her last name was Lynn” he added. “What does her last name matter Scott” I asked. “Nothing yet, but wait! We danced and danced but it was all slow dancing like she just wanted to be held. Then after about a hour she said ‘Take me outside and lets walk on the beach’ so I said sure, you know” he said.

“We then went outside and we walked along. I had a couple of beers with me in case we got thirsty. I did most of the talking really. She commented on the street lights being on and the lights on the signs. But really she said nothing more than that. In a few minutes we were down on the beach and she took her heals off. We just walked along and looked at the lights on the ships going up the coast. Finally, she stopped and I noticed that nothing was around us, no homes or anything. There were no people around either. I was thinking about trying for a kiss. But before I could make a move she put her arms around me and kissed me! I mean mouth open, tongue moving passionate kiss too!” He now stopped as if he was trying to figure out the best way to continue so I let him.

“Well, you could guess the rest man! It was like we had known each other forever! I had her naked on the beach in a few minutes! I thought I had died and gone to heaven brother! Then I sucked on her tits and she just moaned! After a few minutes she pushed my head down and I got the idea. I went down on her like it was my last meal man! I never saw a shaved pussy before but hers was! I kept eating her till she finally screamed in pleasure! I then started to move up to mount her, you know! But instead she gently pushed me over on my back and she started sucking my dick like it was a lollipop! I never, ever had a blow job that good!” Now he took another drink of beer to cool off.

“Finally she stopped sucking it and she mounted me! I mean she fucked me like I was the girl” he said with real excitement in his voice. “When I got close to cumming I was really shoving it up to her and suddenly she rolls us both over so I am on top. Man-o-man I rammed it home like it was my last great fuck! When I came it was like it came all the way down from my toes” he said trying to hide his excitement.

“What happened then” I asked now that I was completely into the situation. “We just held on to each other. Me on top with her legs around me. We fell asleep I guess because I woke up the next morning still naked on the beach and she was gone…just gone” he sadly said. “The beers I had brought along we’re still there. The empty one I had and the other was still full. She never even drank any” he finished. I could see real sadness in his eyes. “So why didn’t you go find her Scott” I asked. “I tried Duke, I really tried.

I went to the place where the party was and the people who lived there remembered seeing her but did not know who she was or anything. I checked around the neighborhood and nobody remembered her or knew her. Finally, I did not know what else to do, so I came to see you. Please help me find her, please” he begged.

I know it is hard to believe that I could have been in love once, but I was. I don’t mean the meet someone, fuck’em for a few weeks and move on type of love. I mean the type of love where it hurts inside to be away for them. The missing them even when they go into another room kind of stuff. The way Scott was feeling now kind of love.

“Look, there is not much to go on really! But I will look into it and see what I can find. Where was the last place you saw her again” I asked. “Down on the beach near Buckroe. You could see the old amusement park area from the beach” he offered. “Okay, here is what I will do. I am off tomorrow so I will go over there and look around. I know a few people in the area and who knows maybe I can jog a few memories” I offered. I could see that Scott was in no mood for company now and I did not want to babysit a love sick guy either so I left.

I headed back to my apartment down on the beach. It was quiet and it was home even if it was a dump to some! I did not even waste time making anything to eat. I just made a screwdriver and downed it while thinking about how lucky Scott was. A burning love like that is rare these days!

I must have fallen asleep in the old chair because the next thing I knew it was morning and I felt like hell. Kris was standing in the doorway as my eyes opened. “You look like crap hot shot” she said. Kris, my little red head! She had been a cheerleader in college and she looked it still. We had a good thing once and I still remember her love making.

God she was a good fuck! But like everything else in my life I fucked that up too. My job and drinking was more important to me than she was. I never blamed her for dumping me either! Smart move on her part! She was now married to a suit that made big bucks. Yet, she always seemed to come around every month or so. “Get up and go get cleaned up” she said “You look like hell and you really smell!”

She reached down and took my hand to pull me up. I am 6’-1” and I weigh 235 pounds. She is 5’-2” and maybe weighs 100 pounds of she is lucky. I used to joke with her that the biggest things on her were her tits! She still has a great rack on her! She pushed me toward the bathroom as she spoke “You are not eating again and you’re drinking too much again! You are trying to kill yourself the slow way?”

She reached over and pulled my gun from its holster. She was the only person that I would allow do that and she knew it. Finally, in the bathroom she helped me out of my tie, shirt, shoes and trousers. “You can handle the rest” she said as she turned and with a smile walked out of the bathroom.

She stood outside the door while I showered. When I was done I brushed my teeth and I started to head for the door with a towel wrapped around me. “Hit the razor a few time bucko and see if there is a real face under there” she commanded. So I turned back and shaved and then put her favorite aftershave on. I had the towel still wrapped around me as I passed her by the door.

“Now that is the smell I like” she said. “Want to get closer” I teased as I moved toward her. “You know you won’t take it from me without force and I won’t give it to you on my own so just forget it stud” she said. I laughed but I knew that she knew me well. I hated child molesters and rapist more than anything. I would cut my dick off before I raped a woman.

Kris went in the kitchen and started the coffee while I got dressed. “Duke, you don’t have hardly anything in here to eat. Just some beer and orange juice” she scolded. “Yeah, I know I usually eat out or drink breakfast you know that” I offered. “Here I found some bread that isn’t moldy so I will make you some toast” she offered. I got my tie on and slid my holster back on my belt. Checked my automatic and put it in its place. How I grabbed my handcuffs and put them in the small of my back and I was ready to go. I just finished when she called out “Coffee and toast is ready!”

We sat at the small two people table in the kitchen next to the window. Here I could see up and down the beach with no problem.

Friends joked that you could never sneak up on me here and they were right. That is why I liked it here so much. “Have you ever thought about cleaning the place up Duke? The floors are horrid and that bed linen has never been washed” she fussed. “I cleaned it up once but this way no women would come around to bother me” I teased. “Why not let me go get some food and stuff and clean this place for you.

Maybe cook you a nice dinner for later” she offered. I looked at her and smiled “No, you got a place and a family now to take care of. I will get around too it sometime” I offered. I finished the toast, which was really good for toast and the coffee. “I got to run sugar. I got some business to take care of” I said as I bent down and kissed the top of her head. She stood up and hugged me but I did not hug her back. That would have been too much emotion for me to handle.

“I will check on you again later on” she said as she turned and headed for the door. I was looking at her fantastic ass when she said without missing a step “Quit looking at my ass pervert!” She laughed as she went out the door closing it behind her. I put the dishes in the sink and made sure the coffee pot was turned off then I headed out the door. I was in Hampton in just a few minutes thanks to traffic being so light.

I made my way down to the area Scott described and I parked my car. Not a very nice area really. Then this slim black guy got up off a crate he was sitting on and yelled over to me “Man, this is a bad neighborhood. Somebody will steal your tires off that cop car if you don’t pay someone to watch it!” “Who is going to watch it for me” I asked and he walked over to me.

He looked like a punk to me. Dirty shirt, dirty tan work pants, high top sneakers and a dumb looking do-rag on his head. He may have been in his mid twenties. “I will watch it for ten dollars and promise that nothing gets stolen for say…twenty dollars” he said with a grin.

I glanced around to see if anyone was watching, which unfortunately for him, they weren’t. Before he knew it I grabbed him by the back of his neck and I slammed his head into the truck of my car twice. I then straightened him up and I grabbed his nuts. “Now listen asshole” I said through my clenched teeth “Anything and I mean ANYTHING happens to this car. I don’t care if you did it or not, if anything happens to the car I am coming for you. You understand? I am going to rip your nuts off and I will shove them down your throat.

You understand?” He nodded his head so I squeezed his nuts tighter “Yeah mother fucker, yeah I understand. I understand you are a crazy mother fucker” he offered. “You say sir to me scumbag” as I squeezed his nuts again. “Yes Sir, yes sir, I understand” he finally said. And I noticed his eyes were watering now. I let him go. “I will be back here in a few minutes” I offered “You be here when I come back or I am going to be really mad.” He shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears and went back to his crate and sat down.

I walked down the street toward the beach. I searched the area where Scott and his lady had spent the night. I found the beer bottles there, one was still full, but that was all. Then I started looking around to plan my search. She had lead Scott here so she knew the area. It was secluded and at night it would have been dark except for the light from the moon. It was full that night with no clouds in the sky so there was some light anyway.

I walked back to the street and I started with the house that had the party. The young woman who answered the door had an obvious hangover but she tried to help. She remembered the woman that came in but did not know her. Then she pointed to a house down the street and on the other side. She suggested that I try there; it seems that this woman knows everyone on the street. As she put it “A real busy body to put it nicely!”

I walked down to the house she pointed too. An old brownstone, built in the 1930’s or earlier. Needed some repair but not the worse I had ever seen. The door was one of those heavy wooden ones with glass in it that you can’t see though. I knocked hard to make sure I was heard! Then I heard a voice yell “I’m coming you don’t have to knock it down!” Then I heard all the locks being undone and the door finally opened with a night chain on it.

“What the hell do you want sonny” said the old gray haired lady peaking out the door. I identified myself as a police detective and that I was looking for a woman. “Well, I am a woman” she cackled. I then described the women to her. I could tell she was thinking about something, I figured she was deciding if she was going to lie to me or not. “No, I don’t know her! Not at all” as she slammed the door shut.

Well I had my first lead anyway. The old lady was lying and I knew it. Question was, why did she lie? I went ahead and checked the rest of the houses on that street but either nobody was home or knew anything. When I started to walk back to my car I could see the old lady peaking out of her window. I knew where I would be tonight, after dark! I got back to my car and everything was good to go. My new friend was still sitting on his crate rubbing is nuts, I guess I made an impression on him. I smiled and waved to him, I chuckled as he started to wave back then caught him as he said “Shit!” I got in and drove off.

I decided to work the day anyway so I reported in to Headquarters and worked the rest of the day on open cases. However, this is not about my day it is about Scott’s angel. I returned to the area just as the sun was setting. I parked where I could see the entire street but especially the old brownstone. About an hour into the stakeout, it was getting dusk now, a dark colored Chevy Blazer pulled up next store to the old brownstone.

A man got out and went in to a smaller two story house. Then a few minutes later the old lady came out and headed down the street to the same house. She knocked and then went inside. She was not there long when she came out and headed straight home again. Made me wonder what the old lady was up too. I needed more information before I could approach the place. I needed to find someone who would be open to talking.

I got out of my car and headed down the street toward the houses across from the old ladies place. The first building was a set of four townhouses. They were old, red brick jobs probably built in the early 60’s. Not in bad shape but sea water is rough on mortar and truth be told on people too! Nobody at home the first two I checked then I got lucky. I knocked on the door instead of ringing the bell. I just never know if the damn bells work or not and I know my fist does.

I got ready to knock again when I heard a woman’s voice call out “Coming, I am in the back.” Then I heard bare feet crossing a wood floor and the rattle of night chains on the door. The door opened to a nice tit in a light blue bikini top and cut off faded blue denim shorts. Then I look further up to see a green eye with a half of red lips smiling through the crack in the door.

“Okay, if you are selling anything I might buy it” she said with a laugh. I introduced myself with my official sounding voice and she laughed. “You are either lost big time or business is slow in Norfolk and they are farming you out” she grinned. Before I could explain she shut the door and I heard the chains coming off the door.

“Come on in” she said with a grin “I don’t bite…hard!” I stepped into a foyer with polished wood floors that looked like glass. I would see that the inside was done in expensive Queen Anne furniture. I was looking at money in this dump. I guess the look of surprise showed on my face. “I know what you are thinking! What is a nice place like this doing in a dump of an area like this” she laughed.

“Well, we bought this place when this was the up and coming place for the well off. Then it went downhill, my dearly departed husband would not sell. Now I cannot get enough for it to make it worth my while to move. So I am stuck here with these drunks, deadbeats, weirdoes, and crack heads” she said as she waived her hand toward the window.

“Really nice place you have here misses” I started to ask and she interrupted “Call me Helen and I will call you what? Don’t say ‘Detective whatever’ that is not your name! What do your girlfriends call you?” “My friends call me Duke” I said with the emphasis on ‘friends’. She had walked over and sat down in a high back chair as she was talking. I watched her ass move across the floor and I was fighting for control of my dick! Helen was maybe in her early forties. She was around 5’-8” tall and I would guess her weight at 130. She had nice tits; I would say maybe C or D size and really nice legs. Her light brown hair framed her oval face nicely and those eyes were fantastic, green like emeralds to me. “Come, sit down or sit and come either is fine with me” she said.