Every off-duty cop in the precinct seemed to be crowded into Gray's Bar for Mike Connelly's retirement party. In his 35 years on the force, he'd taken half of them under his wing as raw rookies and turned them into seasoned police officers. Now, he was going off to sail his boat with his sexy new wife.
It was 8:30 PM. Case and Avery had gotten there early and snagged seats at the bar. They had the day off, so they were dressed in blue jeans and T-shirts.
"Mike looks great." Avery was only two feet away, but Case still had to shout to make himself heard over the din.
"He's been really happy since he married Susan," Avery answered. "He was so depressed after Helen died."
Jackie bent forward and set mugs of beer and double shots of George Dickel on the bar in front of them. Her low-cut blouse showed a lot of cleavage. "My turn." Case handed her three tens and said, "Keep the change."
"Thanks, Rick. You're sexy and generous. Too bad you're married." She looked him over for a few seconds. "Speaking of which . . . Where's Liz?"
"Visiting her sister in Colorado."
"Clean fresh Rocky Mountain air. Must be nice."
"Denver's smog is even worse than ours."
Jackie sighed. "There you go. Shattering a girl's illusions again."
She turned to Avery. "How's your love life? Last time, you and Paula were going at it so hot and heavy in the back booth I'd of had to bust you for public lewdness. If I was on the force."
"Didn't work out. She's dating a guitar player now."
"Surprised she hasn't brought him here. She used to like hanging out."
"I think he gets nervous in cop bars."
"That kind, huh?" She gave Avery a hard look. "Going through a few girls is normal. A new one every other month . . ."
Avery downed his whiskey in a single gulp and banged the tumbler down on the bar. "Bring me another one. A triple this time." He set a twenty down beside the glass. "This'll cover it."
Jackie looked hurt. "Sorry, Sam. Didn't mean to get personal." She left the bill on the bar, picked up the glass, and started to walk away.
"Sorry. Just bugs me. Don't know why I can't keep a girlfriend . . ."
She turned back. "It's okay. You'll find someone."
Jackie looked at Case's glass. It was already half empty. "You guys ain't drivin'." It wasn't a question. "You're already way over the limit."
"Hell no," Avery answered. "Car's at my apartment."
"Must be nice. Livin' so close." She turned back to Case. "How 'bout you?"
He shrugged. "Guess I'll catch a ride. Couple of the guys here live in my neighborhood." He downed the rest of his drink. "My car will be fine in the department lot."
"You don't have to bum a ride," Avery said. "You can crash on my couch."
Case hesitated, then nodded. "That'll work."
"Long as that's settled . . ." Jackie took the bottle of George Dickel from the shelf behind the bar, filled their glasses to the brim, and pushed Avery's $20 bill back toward him. "This is on the house."
"Jackie, you're a sweetheart."
"I know." She looked up and down the bar. "I got other customers." She hustled away.
Case saw Avery staring at her retreating ass. "Thinking of tapping her keg?"
"I like this place too much. Seems like I never get along with my exes." Avery sipped his whiskey. "Guess that's why Paula doesn't come in any more. Doesn't want to run into me."
"She really dating a guitar player?"
"Shit, I dunno." He lifted his glass. "Here's to women. Can't understand 'em. Can't live with 'em. Can't live without 'em."
"Find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em?" Case asked.
"Damn straight!"
They downed the whiskey and chased it with the rest of their beers. "Let's blow this joint," Avery said. They waved at Jackie and got up to leave. As they went out, Avery dropped the $20 into the tip jar.
* * * *
Avery's apartment was only three blocks from Gray's Bar. Case settled on the living room sofa. Avery switched the flatscreen on and started for the kitchen. "Want a beer?"
They had three days off, nothing special to do, and nowhere to go. "Sure."
ESPN had a bunch of aging jocks discussing last week's NFL draft picks. The news was all about grass fires and the latest terrorist attack. Comedy Central was showing "Joe Dirt" again. The other channels had game shows, cliché cop dramas, sitcom reruns, lame action movies, or chick flicks.
"Fuck all this shit!" Avery switched to an Internet connection and brought up a login screen with photos of three scantily-dressed women.
"Porn?" Case looked at Avery. He already had a bulge in his pants.
"Why the hell not?" Avery clicked on the "Login" button. "We're not getting any pussy tonight."
"You've got a point." Case watched the screen fill with pictures of women: alone, with men, and with other women.
"You choose." Avery handed the controller to Case.
He scrolled down the screen and stopped at a photo of a woman on her back with a man's dick up her ass while a second man fucked her pussy. "How about this one?" When he held the cursor over the image, the scene's title and performer's name appeared: "Sharing Sabrina, starring Sabrina Miller."
"Great." Avery finished his beer with one long gulp and stood up. "Want another?"
"Hell yeah." Case's bottle was almost empty. He drank the rest and handed the bottle to Avery. "I'm fuckin' drunk already. Might as well do it up right."
"That's the spirit." Avery took the empties into the kitchen and came back with fresh beers. He settled on the couch and handed one to Case. "Come on. Let's watch that babe get reamed."
"Okay." Case clicked on the image.
It was hard for Case to concentrate on the video with Avery sitting two feet away from him on the sofa.
After their encounter with Bobby two weeks ago, Case had been fantasizing about Avery's thick hard cock and hot tight asshole. They hadn't talked about it, but Case had caught Avery stealing lustful glances at him.
Sabrina was sucking one man's dick while another fucked her pussy. Avery was rubbing the immense bulge in his crotch while he stared at the screen. Case was just as hard, staring at Avery's long thick cock under his tightly-stretched jeans.
Avery unfastened his belt, unzipped his fly, and pushed his blue jeans down around his ankles, freeing his stiff prick.
Case turned to the screen when Avery glanced in his direction. Had Avery noticed? After a minute, he cautiously looked back.
Avery was gazing at the screen, stroking his stiff shaft and running his thumb and index finger over his cock-head. It was already gleaming with his pre-cum. He didn't seem to have seen Case watching him.
Case's cock was so hard it hurt. He yanked his jeans down around his ankles and started beating off.
Case stared at Avery's flying fist, roughly jerking his swollen tool, and hardly noticed the men fucking Sabrina's pussy and ass on the screen.
