FFF #8

Patrol Afternoon

Impudent would have been my description. She stood there daring me, hands on her hips, ash blond hair in a pony tail, the rose-colored skirt flouncing around her as she twisted her hips back and forth. She looked up at me, eyes sparkling, lips forming a pouty smile. Most girls found me imposing. She acted like I was her plaything.

“What’s the matter, officer. Cat got your tongue?”

She smirked – I swear she smirked.

“You cant make us leave”

There was no us – the other girls had run behind the barricades squealing as soon as I stepped over to them. Sergeant NumbNuts told me to keep the area clear, and it would stay clear.

“Miss, sorry but you’ll have to get behind the fences like everyone else”

You cant make me”

The thought of smacking her with my baton was appealing, but I thought better of it. Sure as hell I’d be on the six o’clock news – “Police brutally beat spectators at concert today”

“For the last time, Miss – move”

“No”

I heard the sirens of the escort. Oh hell – I reached over, picked her up and threw her over my shoulder. I stood holding her while the bikes and limousines passed, then carried her over to the cruiser. The wind kept blowing her skirt in my face. DAMN she smelled nice. I reached up and swatted her butt, then dumped my wife in the back seat and slammed the door. I decided to take the long way to headquarters.