* Second of short stories I've been writing between first drafts and editing of longer chapters and stories.
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'I hate this!' said Ursa as she slammed her badge and gun down on her desk, then slumped in her chair.
Her partner Tilly looked up from her computer screen. 'Received another reprimand?'
Ursa huffed. 'If I arrest someone and they resist because they think they're dealing with a kid playing, I should have every right to correct their mistake.'
'You kicked another one in his balls?'
Ursa huffed again and glared at her blank screen with her arms folded.
'You know, just because you can't find a good guy to get laid, doesn't mean you should take it out on every guy you meet, whether they're guilty or innocent.'
'There are no good guys! They're either ugly and or old perverts who lust after me because I look like a schoolgirl, or they're too embarrassed to be seen with me in public because they think they'll be branded a predator.'
Tilly nodded. Yeah, it doesn't help you're from a family where most never grew tall.'
'I'm so tired of coming home to a piece of silicon with batteries.'
'Cheer up, One day you can buy yourself a warm skinned and complete male to come home to.'
Ursa grumbled but a file dropped on her desk startled her. 'Captain wants you to take care of this.' the young officer said and left to distribute the rest of the files to the other detectives.
Ursa opened the file and her jaw dropped. 'A child molester!? I have to bag a paedophile!?' she said and threw down the file. 'Is the captain making fun of me!?'
Tilly chuckled. 'Think about it, you're the best choice to go undercover. And I heard about it, he's hanging around the beach so why not take advantage of the fine weather and get some sunshine?'
Ursa sighed and leaned on the desk with her fingers in her short and wild brown hair. 'I could use a break.' she said and studied the reports. 'From the vague description he doesn't seem to be bad looking. Maybe I'll just take the opportunity to relieve some of my frustration before I arrest him. It can't be more red-handed than getting caught with his pants down and his dick in what he thinks is a minor.'
Tilly snorted. 'I didn't mean stress relief in that way!'
Ursa shrugged. 'If I have to pick a pervert to get off, I might as well use one that at least has decent looks.' she said and grabbed her gun and badge. 'I need something else that's stiff now. Want to go get a drink?'
'Sure thing.' said Tilly and shut down her computer.
***
Ursa gazed across the beach the next morning. The weather was very fine indeed and she had brought a bag with towel, drinks and snacks, and a couple of kid's books she'd bought at a nearby book store. Because it was a weekday it wasn't crowded and she spotted an area where she could sit without anyone nearby. The pervert would certainly take that opportunity to make contact with her.
She walked over to the spot with several sheds and small boats at the edge of the dunes, spread out her towel and snacks and books, and undressed to the flower patterned swimsuit she had to buy at a kid's section as well. She couldn't believe young teenage girls wore such a one-piece with high cut at the front of her hips and nearly string at her rear, and low cut at the chest and back. 'I might as well have tied a few strings of real flowers on me to cover just as much.' she muttered but she figured she'd attract the attention she needed even better. She put her clothes in her bag with her gun and badge ready at hand. 'Lure complete.' she said and walked over to the water edge.
The water felt refreshing against her body as she swam a little while keeping an eye out on her surroundings, and her mood had improved when she came out. She leaned back on her towel to let the breeze dry her and from the corner of her eye she saw a young man in shorts lay down his towel and set up a parasol close to the sheds and a little to the side. She estimated he was a few years younger than her and if he had dyed his half long hair dark blonde from the black in the description he might be the one. His physique was sculpted well enough for her to be glad she could stick to her plan to have a little fun before arresting him.
When he gazed back at her she realised she'd been staring at him and for the first in a long time she blushed and looked away with a giggle. He chuckled, rummaged in his bag, and walked over to the water while winking once at her as he passed her. She giggled and thought "Bingo!".
She turned on her stomach facing the dunes and used a mirror disguised as a bookmark to keep an eye on him. He returned from the water and shook his head. 'You dog.' she said to herself and giggled again. Before he passed her she saw him checking out her nearly bare behind and the big smile on his face. "If you're not the one I'm going to arrest you just for the heck of it." she thought.
He unfolded a back rest, sat back, and took a book from his bag. He seemed to be reading for a while but she spotted him glancing at her from behind her own book. "Scouting your prey." she thought. "Subtle."
After a bit longer he pulled a roll of cookies from his bag and she giggled again when he struggled with the melted chocolate layer sticking everything together. Eventually he gave up keeping his fingers clean and ate a few cookies before licking the chocolate from his fingers. She wondered what else he could do with his tongue and squeezed her thighs together at the itch growing between them.
She watched him pull a bottle of soda from his bag, twist the top, and receive a sudden shower, and she laughed out loud at his soaked and sticky looks. She clamped her mouth but he'd already heard her and stared at her from beneath his dripping bangs. She laughed again at his resemblance to a wet dog and it was infectious enough for him to chuckle, then laugh at his own misery.
