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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  The Dress

  The Wedding

  The Call

  The Meeting

  The Dinner

  The Night Cap

  Coming Soon

  Thirsty for More?

  Officer Bad Boy

  Shana James

  Peephole Press

  New York

  Officer Bad Boy

  Copyright © 2015

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  Peephole Press 2015

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  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by any means without the prior written consent of the publisher or author, excepting brief quotes used in reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or person, living or deal, is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN-13: 978-1-943311-02-6

  For those suffering miserably at the hands of fate…

  The Dress

  "If I don't find the perfect dress, I'm not going."

  "What do you mean, you're not going? Stop looking for an excuse to bow out. You’ll find a dress!”

  Melissa Franks sped down the highway as she spoke to her best friend over the Bluetooth speaker in her car. She was heading to her favorite mall to find a dress for an old high school friend’s wedding. She'd been trying to decide if she would go for weeks. Now, three days before the big event, she was scrambling to pull an outfit together.

  "Well, I hope so because I'm not going to another mall if I don't find something that really catches my eye. And, I'm not going to the wedding if I don't find a dress that I love."

  "Are you at least feeling better about going, now?" her friend Felicity Peters responded.

  Melissa sighed, "I'm fine. Who knows? It could be fun. I haven't seen some of my friends who’ll be there since the day we graduated. So, it'll be good to see them."

  "That's the spirit. I think you'll have fun."

  "Unless Terrence and Christina decide to show up. Ugh. I think I'll just tuck myself into a ball and roll out of there if they do."

  Terrence and Christina had been high school sweethearts and friends of Melissa's. Until she and Terrence developed feelings for one another, making for a scandal that her gossipy, teen-aged schoolmates feasted on for months.

  "I don't think they'll be there. I think you're gonna go to that wedding and have a fantastic time. Now, go. Find your dress and call me back. Send me some pictures via text and I'll let you know what I think."

  "Thanks for the push. I'll call you later."

  "Cool. I'll be right here," Felicity responded.

  Melissa removed the key fob from her car's ignition and sat quietly. She went over a mental checklist of things she was looking for in a dress, then hopped out of the car to head inside. A hint of fall was in the air as October moved into Maryland like the slow ooze from a bottle of corn syrup.

  Melissa decided to start her search in a department store where she could normally find a large selection of dresses in one well laid out area. She dodged the attendants offering free samples of fragrances and lotions and immediately dove in to the racks once she reached the oasis of frocks. She wanted something sexy, but not slutty. To stand out, but not appear desperate. That required just the right balance of tits and ass on display. I gotta give the boys a little something to wonder about.

  "Can I help you find something?"

  The mousy-looking clerk walked up to Melissa and gave her a once over that said everything she'd never allow her lips to utter, "Tramp." Her tone was short and curt and there was nothing friendly about it at all.

  Melissa smiled politely, then declined the offer of assistance.

  "Um, no thank you. I think I can handle it. But, I'll definitely give you a shout if I need anything." Like some tweezers to remove that hair from your chin.

  Melissa turned and rolled her eyes, disgusted by the woman's obvious judgment of her before she'd even uttered a word.

  Cranky old bitch. I bet even she's getting more dick than me.

  Melissa was 30 years old and she was kicking ass and taking names as a management consultant to some of the most powerful firms on K Street. She'd been educated at the finest schools in the country and she could discuss everything from the situation in Ukraine to George Clooney's wedding guest list with ease.

  She stood 5'9" tall and while she was lean, she had curves in all the right places. Her juicy, 38c tits made men squirm in their seats when she walked into a room. Her jet black hair framed her well-featured face perfectly and her smile, protected by plump, too seldom kissed lips, could bring a man to his knees. Yet, she was perpetually single and something had to give. She hadn’t had sex in so long, she was beginning to wonder if she ever would again.

  She moved about the dress section quickly, devouring the selections with her eyes, so she could make a choice and be on her way. She gasped when she stumbled upon a sleek, red Calvin Klein number that she knew would melt into each of her curves just right. It had gold accent zippers near the breast area and a thin, gold belt to cinch her waist allowing her to cast the perfect silhouette in any light. Yes, this was the one. Now, to try it on. “If it doesn't fit, I'm gonna take it as a sign that I need to stay home,” she said out loud to no one in particular.

  She darted through the racks and headed towards the fitting rooms. No way was she taking any chance that might require her to make a trip back to the mall because the dress didn't fit. She slid into the dressing room and said a silent prayer. Half hoping that the dress did fit, so she could make her old classmates eat their hearts out, while also hoping that it didn't so she could stay home and veg out on Netflix on demand. She could count on receiving a detailed play by play from the numerous lookie lous who’d be in attendance.

  She wiggled her hips into the dress, then admired herself in the mirror. Damn, I look good. There's no way I can not go after seeing the way this dress hits my curves just right.

  She was ecstatic, almost giddy, with excitement. What luck to find the perfect dress so quickly? She sent Felicity a quick, celebratory text, then grabbed her things so she could pay and head home. One of her absolute favorite places to be in the world. And, probably the reason I can't seem to find a damn date.

  When she got back into her car, she quickly yanked down her rear view mirror to get a good look at herself. You sexy bitch, go to that wedding and remind them who you are. It's time to end this drought for once and for all.

  The Wedding

  The day of the wedding, Melissa awoke in her childhood bed at her parents' house. She reached for her work cell phone to make sure she hadn't missed any important calls, then checked text messages on her personal cell.

  Can't wait to see you, today. I know you’re going to be working the hell out of some dress...

  She rolled her eyes at the text she'd received from an old high school friend. A friend who was now married and a father to three kids. When will some men ever learn? And, when will I ever sleep in this bed with a man of my own? A little morning sex would be great right now. She thought back to the days when she first began exploring her sexuality as a girl. To those days when she struggled to maintain her virginity as her hormones raged. All of her friends were fucking like rabbits, but she was determined to wait until she was married to have sex. Something she should have known would never happen as much as she enjoyed masturbating. She didn’t make it to the end of her freshman year of college before she gave it up on a twin bed in her dorm room to a boy one year older than her. He had a huge cock and she savored the sweet pain it brought to her ti
ght opening, training her to take a big pole with ease. Her first sexual intercourse experience set a ridiculously high bar for all men who would come after him.

  The thought of those early days got her juices flowing and before long, her fingers began inching down the front of her satin nightgown. Over her full breasts and flat stomach. Heading towards the warm, moist center of her being. She became so overwhelmed at the thought of being ravaged in her old bedroom, she snatched the nightie up and pushed her fingers into her soaking wet pussy. First two, then three, as she lunged against her hand, beckoning an orgasm forth. What are you doing? What if someone hears you?! She used one hand to pleasure her now rock hard nipples while the other explored every curve and every fold of her wetness.

  Oh my gosh, I need a man so badly. How much longer must I suffer?

  She plunged and lunged, gyrated and humped, using her hand to pleasure herself, until she released a deep, muffled moan. Her breaths were ragged as her lustful thirst was quenched. Her fingers were soaked with her lady cum.

  That would have been so much better with a big, strapping man with a fat cock between my thighs.

  Melissa composed herself, then went to have a chat with her mother. She was glad to be home for a visit after she'd been away so many months. She didn't get to visit her parents as often as she'd like because her work was so demanding. But, she tried to make the most of her trips there when she could. This one would be quick. She was taking the first flight out the next morning so she could get back to her own place in the city that she loved, Washington, D.C.

  "Well, look who decided to join us. Good morning!" her mother joked as soon as she walked into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

  "Mom, I can't eat some big breakfast and have my stomach looking as if I'm three months pregnant at the wedding!"

  "I am most certainly not suggesting that you eat a "big breakfast". But, if you go to that ceremony with an empty stomach, should you find yourself being picked up from the floor after being accosted with smelling salts, don't say I didn't warn you."

  Her mother's thick southern accent made her chuckle, and convinced her to eat at least a little something before she got dressed for the ceremony.

  "Where's dad?" she asked as she realized she hadn't seen or heard him since she woke up.

  "Where else? In that damned garage working on that pickup. I dunno why he doesn't have that old jalopy dragged on away from here."

  Melissa laughed, "Leave the old man alone. I'm going to get dressed."

  She went back into her bedroom and began unpacking the items she'd need for the wedding. She sent a group text to some friends who'd be there: See you bitches, soon!

  Then, she got started. She primped and coiffed, smoothed and cinched until she was thoroughly satisfied with herself. She felt like a million bucks and she knew she'd turn more than a few heads at the ceremony. I may not have a man, but at least I look like I should have one.

  She told her parents goodbye, then headed towards her destination. When she arrived, she felt like a fool for going there with her single self. What the hell was I thinking?

  Couples were filing into the church arm in arm, smiling, as they headed inside to witness two people declare their undying love for one another for all of eternity. The ceremony was brief and touching. She sat with some old high school pals, but they weren't able to speak until after the ceremony.

  "If it isn't Melissa Franks. All grown up and all grown out. You are, indeed, wearing that dress just as well as I thought you would," declared Clinton Darlings, former captain of the men’s basketball team and the object of every girl’s desire when they were in school.

  "Hi, Clinton," she responded dryly. His wife walked up dragging two little ones behind her as she held an even smaller one in her arms. Her facial expression read: PISSED.

  "Clinton!? Did you seriously just leave me to get these children into the car all by myself? These are your friends! The least you could do was be helpful since you insisted we come here, today. Ugh!"

  Clinton winced at Melissa, “Nice seeing you again, M!” and chased after his wife as she blew right past them without missing a beat. Melissa laughed as she watched Clinton shouting after his enraged bride. She spent a few minutes catching up with old friends, then got into her rental car to head to the reception.

  When she arrived, she was informed that she'd be sitting at a special table with old friends. Great. They'll be digging into my personal business the entire time. Shit.

  She followed the usher to her table and she could feel the eyes crawling all over her. Eyes filled with lust, envy and hate. She smiled inside. She might not have been there with a date, but she was every man's desire and every woman’s disdain in the massive reception hall. She added an extra twist to her hips to stir up some trouble as she sashayed to her seat. She moved like a gazelle, lean, confident and certain.

  "Here you are, ma'am," the young man stated as they arrived to Melissa's table.

  "Hey girl!" two of her old high school friends shouted. She was happy to see them.

  "Hi!" she responded as they hugged and greeted one another, then immediately started getting caught up. Each accepted a glass of champagne offered by one of the servers.

  "How ARE you!?" her friend Lucy asked. Let the interrogation commence.

  "I'm great! Just busy, busy, busy with work. Barely any time for a personal life." Like, I haven't had sex in so long, I may as well hang a Closed for Business sign on my vagina, but who's asking? “But, good otherwise."

  They all looked at her questioningly. Their judgment hovering over the table like a storm cloud.

  "What!? You look great! You should have them beating down your door!"

  Melissa laughed, "I wish. I usually meet guys I wouldn't go out with for all of the Manolo Blahniks in Italy or who have two kids and a wife back at home thinking they're out being dutiful husbands. I am in the drought of all droughts."

  "Drought?" Her friend Becky chimed in. "As in, a sexual drought?" She whispered the question as if she was asking for confirmation that Melissa had a raging syphilis infection.

  She hated how casually people asked her the most personal questions. Did she really just ask me if I was having sex in this crowded room?

  "The worst." Melissa responded. The glass of bubbly she'd chugged, on a nearly empty stomach, made her lips looser than the coochie of a 45-year-old career streetwalker.

  "Wow! I don't know how you do it. You just be some kind of saint or…something supernatural," Becky responded. What a cunt. "I'd be ready to jump the bones of almost any man here if I went too long without sex."

  Lucy shuffled in her seat, uncomfortable with Becky's insensitive comments. She was recently divorced so she knew how hard the dating scene was. Then, it hit her.

  "Hey! I have somebody you should meet! He's a co-worker and I think you guys would make a GREAT couple!"

  She seemed so excited about the prospect of the two meeting, she was giddy. But, there was one problem. Melissa hated being setup. She'd had her fair share of bad setup experiences and she vowed to never do it again.

  She waved her hands in the air to stop Lucy from going any further.

  "Stop! Wait. Hold up. I do not do setups, anymore. I have had the worst experiences and I just can't do it to myself, again!”

  "Oh, come on! Just one more! I really think this could work! What do you have to lose?!"

  Melissa knew Lucy was right. How was she going to meet the right guy if she turned down an offer like this? Sure, it might turn out badly, but at least she'd given it a try. She asked Lucy a few more questions about the guy.

  "What's he like? Tell me something about this 'great catch'?"

  Lucy giggled she was so excited.

  "Okay, so he's in the Marines and he's a pilot..."

  Did she just say pilot?

  "...and, he's very handsome and very tall. He’s a real sweetheart and I KNOW he would love you. He's divorced, but…"

  Oh, there it is. He's divorced. Proba
bly also a real asshole.

  "…he doesn't have any kids and I think he wants to get married again, BUT just have a conversation with him and see where things go! I really think you guys would hit it off."

  Melissa listened intently as Lucy did her best to sell her on meeting her friend. The fact that he was divorced bothered her, but curiosity was slowly snuffing those concerns out. A pilot. I can't not meet a tall, handsome, childless pilot.

  She decided it was time to leave the safety of home base.

  "What's his name?"

  "Colby. Can I tell him it's okay to call you? Please, say yes!"

  Melissa laughed, "Yes, you can tell him to call me. If he turns out to be a jerk, I'm never speaking to you again," she joked.

  "Hurray! You're going to love him!"

  "Hey! Even if you don't love him, maybe you can at least end the drought!" Becky added.

  They all chuckled uneasily at Becky's inappropriate joke as the reception kicked off in earnest. It was a beautiful event and she was glad she had come. She saw scores of people she hadn't seen in over a decade and she had much more fun than she ever imagined.

  But, while everybody else was focused solely on the reception and the bride and groom, her mind was abuzz. Becky was right, however crass. Maybe Colby was just the man to get her juices going again. Juices that hadn't flowed freely in far too long.

  Your move, Colby.

  The Call

  Melissa traveled back to D.C. and resumed her normal routine. Work, gym, home…wake up the next day and repeat. Until the weekend when she vegged out all day, exhausted after sacrificing herself at her job all week. It was a horrible pattern. One that she knew was keeping her out of contention for a suitable mate. She had initially told her friend Lucy she wasn’t interested in being setup, but nearly a week since the wedding, she was a little pissed that she hadn’t heard from Colby. She hadn’t even mentioned the prospect to her best friend, sparing her the disappointment if things didn’t pan out. But, she was so pissed, she needed to vent.