Another One Bites The Dust: Celebrating in style (Angie's Adventures Book 3) Page 3
‘No, it’s Suzanne’s.’
‘Is that Suzanne pulling her knickers up?’
‘Yes.’
‘Okay. Go sit in there.’ He pointed down the dead-end track which was now blocked by a patrol car.
The cop didn’t need to tell Angie not to make a run for it. They were trapped and her legs had rubber bands in them anyway. Maybe it was the sex or maybe it was fear.
Exposed, she thought as she trudged towards the police jam sandwich. What the fuck is everybody going to say when this gets out!
There was a female officer in the front seat. Her short hair was so blonde it was almost white and her attitude issues were immediately obvious. While Angie let herself into the back she just sat and stared rigidly forward.
Worried as she was, Angie decided it wasn’t the right time to try to make friends.
Whatever will Liz think? She sighed inwardly. And Sandra’s going to hit the roof!
After two or three minutes of silence the policewoman turned in her seat, her dismissive gaze insulting in any language. ‘So what’s your excuse?’ she said. ‘Couldn’t he keep it in his pants?’
In other circumstances Angie would have laughed. The guy had mistaken her for “sonny boy” and the gal assumed she’d been getting a manly shafting.
Ironic, wasn’t it?
‘He’s a she,’ she said as innocently as she could. ‘She doesn’t have anything in her pants. Well, not the sort of anything you mean, anyway.’
Blondie tutted loudly and then reverted to silence, her glacier-like eyes strictly facing forward again.
Angie glanced back up the track to see a fully dressed Suzanne and the arresting officer approaching. Suzanne was speaking to him but he had a radio transmitter to his ear and didn’t seem to be listening.
Following the cop’s signal Suzanne got in the back. As she pulled the door shut Angie saw there were no internal handles; the door could easily be tugged closed but only reopened from outside.
How unfair, she thought. We’re being treated like we’re Bonnie and Clyde. No, make that Thelma and Louise!
‘Oops,’ said Suzanne.
‘Oops indeed,’ Angie agreed.
Chapter Five
The two police officers left their prisoners in the back of the car and had a consultation about twenty yards away, beside an oak tree, well out of range of hearing.
‘We’re doomed,’ said Angie. ‘What is the penalty for fucking in public anyway? Is it transportation or straight execution? And will we be humiliated before our peers first?’
‘Fret ye not,’ said Suzanne. ‘Those two aren’t going to arrest us. I’ve got their measure.’
‘That’s why we’re locked in the back of a police car, is it?’
‘Trust me, Angie; I’ve got a good feeling about this. Dave won’t let us down.’
‘Dave?’
‘That male cop; he’s on our side.’
‘You could have fooled me. And how do you know he’s called Dave?’
‘He asked my name so I asked his. And it’s Polish or Ukrainian or something. When I asked him to repeat it he said to just call him Dave.’
‘Hmmm, I thought you didn’t like blokes.’
‘I don’t, but needs must, eh? And shush, here he comes.’
Leaving the policewoman at the tree Dave got into the patrol car, kneeling on the passenger seat so he could see both his captives at once.
‘My partner’s not afraid of paperwork,’ he began. ‘She wants to throw the book at you. She reckons we have you for Outraging Public Decency and Exposure if nothing else. And there is the possibility of long sentences on both of those offences.’
‘Do you mean sentences as in prison?’ said Angie.
‘Yes, I do.’
‘That’s insane,’ Suzanne said hotly. ‘She’s picking on us because we’re lezzies.’
‘It’s all about decency and exposure,’ he replied calmly, ‘not sexual persuasion.’
‘My arse it is. She can’t accept that there isn’t any age restriction on lesbians in this country, so she’s relying on technicalities.’
‘Suzy,’ said Angie, concerned her friend was about to talk them ever deeper into the mire.
But Suzanne wasn’t for heeding. ‘They’re revising the male age of gay consent,’ she went on. ‘That dates back to Victorian times. But good old Queen Vic didn’t believe us girls could have sex together, so our carte blanche has gone on and on. Yet your partner . . .’
‘Enough,’ Dave snapped. ‘Listen to me or I’ll arrest you for being a pain in the arris, never mind some technicality that doesn’t exist.’
Thankfully, Suzanne canned it . . . for the time being.
‘Thank you,’ Dave resumed. ‘Now here’s how it is. The law makes a big deal out of “possibilities". In other words, nobody should have outdoor sex in broad daylight when there’s the possibility of being seen by two or more persons. Or in pitch black, for that matter.’
‘We’re in the middle of nowhere,’ Suzanne retorted. ‘Okay, so it is broad daylight, but who is around to see us? And what are you doing here, anyway? Shouldn’t you be setting speed traps to catch people doing forty-two in a forty mile zone?’
‘Shouldn’t you have waited until after dark?’ Dave responded.
‘It was sort of spontaneous,’ Angie offered before Suzanne could screw things even further. ‘We don’t have lots of opportunities.’
Dave nodded. ‘Me,’ he said, ‘I hate paperwork. And I’m conscious that this is an isolated spot. I’m also conscious that only one person saw what you were doing. So I’m prepared to let it go.’
‘Thank you, officer,’ Angie said quickly, her fingernails deep into Suzanne’s palm to hopefully keep her mouth shut. ‘We’ll never do it again in daylight. Or in a car anywhere, come to that.’
He nodded then opened the rear doors for them. ‘Vamoose,’ he said, ‘before I get over-ruled.’
They made it back to Mum’s car in double-quick time. Then, showing off considerable driving skills, Suzanne reversed the length of the dead-end track. The patrol car had pulled back to give her room so, showing off even more skills, she deftly turned and headed for the main road.
Neither of the police officers waved them farewell.
‘We nicked their spot,’ Suzanne said as they rounded a corner, out of line of sight.
‘What?’
‘Think about it, Ange. They weren’t patrolling this stretch, were they? They were out for a bit of extra-curricular nooky. I bet they do it out here this time every evening.’
‘I think you’re wildly jumping to conclusions.’
‘Did you see the look on Sour Puss’s face? That was a girl going without. And it was all thanks to us.’
Angie supposed her friend might have a point. ‘So we got away with it,’ she said. ‘Whew, wasn’t that a narrow escape!’
‘I want more,’ said Suzanne, eyes on the road and as sincere-sounding as heck.
‘We’re running late as it is,’ Angie protested.
‘I don’t mean more now, I mean more soon, and somewhere where we’re not likely to be disturbed.’
Angie hesitated. She was at a tipping point, she realized.
‘What about Liz,’ she asked eventually, ‘and what about Sandra?’
‘Sandra knows you have another girlfriend.’ Suzanne laughed. ‘The whole school knows; we just don’t know who she is. But Sand’s cool with it. So why should one more matter?’
Chewing that over didn’t help Angie much. Yes, Sandra did know she had another lover. And yes, that lover’s identity was secret. But Sandra was second in line, wasn’t she? She’d been aware someone else was in the equation all along. She’d been aware and happy to accept. A third lover was different, though, wasn’t it?
And never mind Sandra’s feelings, what about Liz’s?
‘Liz would go ballistic,’ Angie said flatly.
‘She would, but only if she finds out. And you’re good at secrets, aren’t you?
Why should she ever find out?’
Angie recalled the feel of Suzanne’s clit under her tongue. She tried to tell herself to reign in but her brain wasn’t listening. Tipping point? Okay, so she tipped.
‘My parents work nights,’ she said. ‘Well, Mum works most of the night. I have the house to myself on more occasions than not. You could call round, I suppose.’
‘Does Sandra call round?’ Suzanne’s eyes were suddenly off the track. ‘Is that why she’s always got a big goofy grin on her face?’
‘It has been known. And look where you’re driving, for God’s sake!’
Suzanne concentrated on her driving again . . . more or less. ‘Are we talking all night here . . . all night in a real bed?’
‘We’re talking up until say three in the morning. You can arrive at any time you like after seven. And it’s my single bed . . . because of the implications as regards sheet-washing.’
‘Fucking hell, Ange, you sound as if you’ve been doing it forever.’
‘Not forever; just often enough. And I’m not proposing forever with you. We’re both committed. A one-off night is all I’m offering. Are you interested?’
‘Angie, baby, I’m there in my dreams already!’
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Author’s Note: Thank you again for reading Angie’s continuing adventures.
More will follow very soon.
LL
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