The Blue Vixen, Part 4b

Part of the fourth chapter of the continuing "Blue Vixen" series.

The Blue Vixen" is an illustrated novella about the super heroine Blue Vixen. It will be uploaded here as each part is completed

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 “Detective DeGeise?”

Val looked up from her computer screen and immediately bit the inside of her mouth, hard, in order to keep her emotions under control and her face impassive.

“Yes.  What is it… er…”

“Cindy.”

“Yes.  Thank you.  Cindy.  What can I do for you?”

Val’s voice was even and unemotional.  She bit her mouth a little harder to make sure her face did not break into the smile that was pushing hard to spread all over her face.  Under her desk she pressed her thighs tight together as despite her iron control, her eyes did a quick glance and absorbed the details of the treat standing in front of her cubicle.

From the rounded toes of her snake leather knee high boots to the cute blonde bangs that she was always brushing from her eyes, Cindy Spenser was a walking college dream.  Today, Val noted, she had matched the boots to a cute distressed jean mini skirt and a see through white button-down blouse.  Val wondered exactly who Cindy’s black lacy bra, plainly visible at the vee of her open buttons as well as through the thin material of the blouse, was being worn for.  Was she trying to impress the thirty something male cops who were on shift at any given time in and around the precinct?  If so, she was definitely getting their attention.  Or, was the lucky intended a boyfriend who was waiting to meet her at some village café in Manhattan after her four hours as office assistant to the precinct desk sergeant was over?   Cindy worked as a general gofer around the building as part of a job experience course she was taking for the fall semester of her junior year at NYU.  She was a prelaw major, but she had to take some of out of field courses and the criminal law work experience program with the NYPD met the requirement and also got her into a different part of the city three mornings a week.

Val was on her undercover assignment with the FBI when Cindy arrived in the precinct several months earlier, but from what she had heard, the naturally flirty gorgeous student had made quite an initial impression.  She had to be specifically told that bare midriffs were not acceptable in the work place and bras were required of all female employees.  By comparison, at least her current outfit covered most of her.  Not covered were her bare tanned knees and soft toned thighs, or the round curves of her young athletic body.  And there was no way to not notice the long blonde hair, lush lips almost always smiling, and big blue twinkling eyes.  Even the older cops, ones with granddaughters Cindy’s age, were attracted to her infectious bubbly personality.  The younger cops skipped her eyes and immediately focused on what Val thought were at least C cup breasts which the young coed’s style, like today, seemed to always draw attention to.

Val hated her.  Not because Cindy did anything wrong or dressed a little provocatively.  Val hated her because from the first time she met her, Cindy caused Val’s knees to go weak and her breath to catch in her throat.  Val’s calm rational policewoman’s mind understood that though Cindy was over twenty-one, just barely, it was completely inappropriate and unprofessional to react in any way to her.  Plus, Val knew she was just not into women. It wasn’t her thing.  Val’s body, on the other hand, ignored professionalism whenever Cindy was in the room.  As Val sat looking calmly at Cindy and waiting for her to explain what she needed, Val’s heart raced, her body was tense, and worst of all, she could feel the warm fire in her belly being stoked as she became conscious of a needy ache between her thighs.  It was all Val could do to keep her hands on the desktop, remain relatively still, and hopefully not let the lust she was feeling reach her eyes.  It’s the damn drug Val thought.

One of the apparently lingering effects of the drug Val was exposed to during the Marcardi case, in addition to her suddenly very submissive behavior with her boyfriend Rich,  was an uncontrollable physical attraction to women.  Not all women.  Not even all beautiful women.  But certain women, always attractive women, pushed some physiological button that Val was unaware of but which she felt immediately in the form of a deep undeniable physical turn-on. 

Cindy pushed that button, and that’s why Val hated being around the girl.  None of the other women workers or police in the precinct did.  Just Cindy.  So Val avoided her as much as she could.  When she couldn’t avoid her, she mustered all her will power to keep her physical reactions hidden and her racing emotions under control.  She was always cool and brief with the girl.

Cindy wasn’t sure why Detective DeGeise apparently didn’t like her.  All the other cops did, even the women who treated her like a little sister.  She had been asked out by several of the younger patrolmen but had declined mostly because she didn’t want the complication of a relationship in the work place.  Cindy was disappointed that the detective was always so cool towards her.  DeGeise was one of the toughest and smartest cops in the precinct and maybe in the force.  No one messed with her.  On top of that she was beautiful.  Cindy had seen her leave the precinct in street clothes on her way to a date and was envious of the heads that turned and followed her sensuous stride as she breezed out of the building in a cocktail dress and high heels.  Cindy thought, when she achieved her dream of being a lawyer, she wanted that kind of reputation:  smart and tough on the outside, all woman when she wanted to be.  Maybe, she thought, if I’m just a little nicer, Detective DeGeise will notice me.

“Uh… the Desk Sergeant asked me to bring you these files that came in this morning for you,” the blonde coed replied a little nervously as she handed over a thick bundle of documents and folders.

Val took the documents and dumped them unceremoniously in the corner of her cluttered desk.  “Thanks kid,” Val muttered as she turned her attention back to her computer screen, dismissing the pretty coed.

“No problem detective.  See you later,” the pretty blonde gave Val a dazzling smile. 

Cindy had hoped to exchange a few words with the detective.  Maybe break through her cool professional demeanor and exchange some friendly girl talk.  She stood flustered and a little disappointed for a second and then turned to leave the office.  She’d have to come up with an excuse to come back up here to the detectives office later and try again.  DeGeise was the most interesting woman in the precinct.  One of the most interesting, and beautiful, that Cindy had met since beginning college.  She was not going to give up trying to get to know her better.

As the young girl spun toward the door, blonde hair swing across her back, Val couldn’t help but lift her eyes from her computer to watch the girl depart.  She sighed as she indulged her dark feelings and let her eyes linger on Cindy’s tight rounded behind stretching the thin denim of her skirt as she sashayed out the door.  As the door closed behind the pretty coed the policewoman stopped biting her mouth, relaxed in her chair and sighed.