Clapham Ch. 01

Why do I let her drag me into things like this?
Josie mused as she and Mandy drunkenly skipped down a street in the West End at 1AM. They both had work in the morning, neither hadn't been on the team for even a year yet and yet here they both were - blonde and brunette sauntering arm-in arm and giggling down the road with not a care in the world.
"Make a good impression!" her parents had told her, though she doubted whether they had intended that to mean working with Mandy to use their looks, a few smiles and bodies clad in a couple of well-fitted strappy dresses to get drinks bought for them all night by random men. It still worked though, even given the prices in the West End. It even still worked after she told them she was engaged, flashing the ring Kevin had bought her. Or maybe it was Mandy's curves and the fact she was far more of a slut than Josie was?
The two ended up on Charing Cross Road and Mandy started to jabber about this great new bar she'd heard about, how they could go in for just one or two more, its was "only" 1AM and everyone turned up for the day shift a little hung over.
She'd started to pull Josie across the road towards whatever bar it was but that common sense and good decision-making skills that had gotten Josie so much praise during training broke through the haze of alcohol and reminded Josie that, yes they really did have work in the morning and yes they really should go home. She knew better than to listen to Mandy, who in the year and half that Josie had known her seemingly hadn't come across a problem yet that she couldn't flirt, snog or sleep her way out of.
A tug on Mandy's arm brought her back to the pavement and a hand in the air brought a passing minicab to a halt. Both girls got into the back and the driver - a fat dark African guy - was directed to take them back to Clapham. As the car sped down Whitehall, the strobe of the streetlights passing, the motion of the car and Mandy's inane chat to the driver combined to bring her drunkenness back and her eyelids became heavier and heavier, until she dropped off.
Cold. Why am I cold?
In the few seconds it took for her brain to wake up Josie realised she was in the back seat of a strange car, with her head against the window and the glass fogged from her breath.
She looked up, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and cast her eyes about the car. The car was empty, engine off and it looked like she was in some sort of dark alleyway, with her side of the car close up against a wall. She could hear the strangest sound, like someone unblocking a sink with a plunger - urk, urk, urk - in time with gentle rocking of the car.
The car itself looked like a cab, even down to the beaded seat cover on the driver's seat. The rear door on the other side was open, and she went to climb out. Half-way across and with her legs scooting out of the car she looked through the back window. Outside a heavy-looking black guy was illuminated by light coming from inside the car. His bald head was glistening in the light, he was sweating and Bakırköy travesti looking down intently at something causing several chins to appear. One meaty hand was on the car's boot lid, grasping a folded bit of black fabric.
As she was looking at through the window he looked up right back into her eyes, and sent a shiver down her spine with his look. Her first drunken thought was that trying to clamber out of the car in such an undignified fashion her dress had ridden up and that he'd had a good look at something she really shouldn't have let him see; she was wearing a thong but it didn't leave that much to the imagination and he would have been able to see a lot.
She might have grown up in Dorset but she'd been to University in a big city like York, she'd lived in South London for nearly a year now and seen Kevin's hidden stash of porn often enough to know what "they" all wanted to do to a nice young blonde girl like her. She smoothed the dress down and swung her legs out of the car, sitting on the edge of the seat so she could get out and put him back in his place.
From this position she could see a bit more - wait, was he was driving his hips into the face of a girl? His other hand had a bunch of dark hair wrapped around it and the girl was gagging wetly every time he thrust forward. The girls hands were behind her back, one strap of her black dress was pulled down to the side and she was kneeling on the wet cobbles.
Josie looked back up at him from where she was sat and he slowly moved the dark-haired girl around to his left, forcing her back against the side of the car and giving Josie a better view. She could now see he had his jeans down around his knees, and his gut was straining his white shirt. The girl's face was right against his groin, her eyes were shut but streaks of eyeliner been running down her face as if she'd been crying. He looked back at Josie and pulled the girl's head back, starting to withdraw his dick from the girl's mouth.
Josie sat enraptured as a very large, very thick black cock emerged from the girls throat, the wetness along its length reflecting the light from inside the car. As the plum-sized circumcised head emerged, a cord of slobber from the girls mouth briefly connected the dick to her lips, dazzled in the light then broke, falling backwards to join the rest of the drool running down her chin and her chest. Josie could see that one large breast had been crudely pulled out and exposed from the dress, the nipple standing wet, proud and erect in the cold night air. Now able to breath properly the girl gasped for air, and looked back up at the driver.
Josie, open mouthed and almost drooling herself, looked into the man's face too. His bright eyes were staring back at her and as they gazed at each other the man thrust right back into the girl's throat. He kept thrusting, kept using the girls mouth and throat to get himself off. The dark haired girl kept gagging, but started to making little moans ever faster until after a short while the cab driver closed his Bakırköy travestiileri eyes, put both on either side of her head and stiffened up, letting out a cry in some language or other as he came. He held the dark-haired girl's face there for a few moments, waited for her to swallow it all and then pulled his cock out, letting go her head - she felt forwards onto her hands and knees, coughing and retching.
"Mandy?"
was the only thing Josie could think of saying at that point. On hearing her name the girl turned to look at Josie and weakly smiled. "I thought I'd get us out of the cab fare" she said, to which the African laughed as Mandy wiped her chin and rearranged her dress to put her tit away. Josie stepped out of the car to help her friend, whilst the African put himself away (with difficulty - the fit blonde was leaning forward, he had a fantastic view of her cleavage and the way she'd been looking at him he thought with a bit more free time than he had she'd have let him fuck her). He bowed slightly to Mandy, wiped his face with that bit of black fabric he was still clutching and got back into the car. Josie thought she could hear him still chuckling to himself as he drove off down the alley.
Josie helped Mandy walk in the opposite direction and was somewhat relieved to find that they were actually quite close to home. Kevin tried his best to be angry when they got back to their shared flat, but (as he usually did) quietened down when he was told to. A few more minutes saw Mandy put to bed, Kevin on the sofa and Josie closing her eyes for a much needed rest.
Three hours later, PC Josephine Dawson snuck into the parade room at her station. She found a seat at the back where she hoped her hangover wouldn't be so obvious and would be confused with general tiredness that every shift worker displayed at such a god-forsaken hour. Colleagues began arriving in ones and twos, and after what seemed like ages of the same chat there was every morning the roll-call was taken and patrol assignments issued for the day.
Mandy had, as expected, called in sick so Josie ended up being posted with Mandy's partner for the day, George Garfield. Garfield was coasting towards retirement, the regulation helmet seemed to have worn most of his hair away and his paunchy body was showing the impact of shift work mixed with a full english breakfast every day for the past 25 years. Despite this, he appeared to spend much of his time regaling all his female colleagues about his numerous bits on the side and there hadn't yet been a team do when he hadn't tried it on with her. Mandy, of course, had him wrapped around her little finger but Josie doubted she had actually done anything; Garfield would have been less boastful if she had.
The two officers set out to walk around the high street, the freezing cold air of the morning and having to think and act like a cop slowly driving the hangover out of Josie. Time passed quite quickly, the control room sending them to a couple of easy calls that didn't require any paperwork travesti Bakırköy (not that Garfield would have had to do any) and after a couple of hours Garfield took her to a greasy spoon cafe for a takeaway breakfast.
They joined the queue to be served whilst a gaggle of workmen sat at the tables, eying up the blonde cop in between taking mouthfuls of beans, bacon and eggs and talked in hushed tones about things that none of them had any chance at all of pulling off. An oblivious Josie ordered her bacon bap and coffee and after picking it up went to wait outside whilst Garfield's rather larger order was filled.
She wolfed down the bap, downed the coffee as quickly as she dared and passed time waiting for her partner doing she'd been trained to do at Hendon, people-watching to see if she could recognize someone who was wanted or acting suspiciously.
With her collar turned up against the cold, hat firmly on her head and black scarf wrapped around her face she felt the required amount of intimidating in case something actually happened. Not that it did, mind - the street seemed to be filled with old dears doing chores and schoolchildren running to try and not be late; all the proper criminals were probably still asleep back home in Brixton, Croydon or wherever it was they lived.
She was about to go on her radio and ask if there was any more work in the area (both to advertise how keen she was to the rest of the team and because she'd know Garfield would hate her for making him rush his food) when she saw a black Prius park up on outside of the road the cafe. The driver got out and Josie started to assess him as she had the rest - black male, bald head, heavy build... when he turned and looked up at the female cop hiding from the cold next to the cafe.
She recognized the eyes right away, and in a bit of a panic she looked down at the only other bit of him she remembered to confirm that this was their cab driver from last night. When she couldn't see that she started to look in any other direction than his in the hope he'd have disappeared when she looked back.
When she did pluck up the courage to do so Josie was relieved to see him half way across the road and heading for a newsagents opposite where she was. Just as the cabbie walked into the paper shop, Garfield emerged from the cafe clutching his foil tray and with indecent haste Josie agreed that it would be a good idea to pop back to the station to eat breakfast.
The next few hours were a bit of a blur, she felt - gone were the attempts to act up to the image she had set herself when joining, for the next hours she was jumpier than she'd ever been at work before. The conscious part of her brain was trying to remind her that it wasn't her who'd sucked him off, she'd just watched Mandy do it and the chances of him recognizing her anyway were remote at best. Her subconscious kept disagreeing, alternating between telling her to panic, replaying memories of his eyes and that cock thrusting into Mandy's mouth, wondering of what might have happened if he'd taken it off Mandy and walked over to her with it. Would she have said no? It was easy enough to say that to Kevin, but despite effort she couldn't make herself believe that she would have then.
Still, she thought, she'd never do it now.
(this is my first story, so any feedback would be appreciated)