The Police Department
Detective Rachel Taylor was thrilled that her son was officially joining the police department as a new officer.
But when she heard a bit of shocking news from the Vice Division's secretary, that excitement dimmed. What was supposed to be a casual lunch in the office soon became a source of distress.
"It's a guy thing," Penny stated. "The male cops always do this with the new male officers. I usually keep quiet about their perverted tradition, but since James is your son, I thought you should know."
"Are you referring to the initiation?"
"Yep."
Most women in the department were smart enough to stay away from the male rites of passage. Thanks to advice from her father long ago, Rachel had long steered clear of that business.
"What exactly are they planning?" Rachel inquired further.
"Promise you won't go ballistic?"
"I promise I'll try to contain myself."
Penny shrugged. "You know the male cops take the male rookies to a bar and get them shit faced on beer and whiskey, right?"
"Everyone knows that. Is there anything worse?"
"Did you know they hire a
working girl
for the rookies?"
Rachel raised an eyebrow. "A prostitute?"
"It could be a prostitute or a stripper. The point is, James is going to be tied and blindfolded in the backroom, while given an epic blowjob."
Lewd and lascivious thoughts ran through Rachel's mind. Picturing her son in the backroom of a sports bar, tied up and blindfolded, made her heart race.
James was a fine young man and Rachel only wanted the best for him. Good looking, intelligent and funny, his future was bright. The idea of some random hooker sucking him off drove Rachel crazy. What if someone took a picture of him while he was being serviced? What if he got a disease? This dumb stunt could ruin his future!
Breaking up prostitution rings was the cornerstone of her career as a Vice detective. Now she had to worry about her son being involved with this sort of thing?
"Fucking assholes," Rachel fumed with clenched fists.
"You've got to admit," Penny shrugged, "It's quite a welcome."
"It's also illegal. And it's especially outrageous since the purpose of our department is to stop these sorts of activities. You realize that, right?"
Penny smiled faintly. "Can I give you some advice?"
"I'm listening."
"You have to let James be one of the guys. These men need to bond because they watch each other's backs on the streets. I only gave you this notice as a courtesy, since I know how protective you are for your son. But it's not a good idea to make waves. I suggest you look the other way."
"I really appreciate it," Rachel said. "But I can't just let it slide."
"It's only a blowjob."
"From a hooker," Rachel pointed out. "I can't condone this. Frankly, it's disgusting. I mean... a prostitute? Do they at least use condoms?"
"You think the guys go to all this trouble to use rubber? Last year,
'the special lady'
blew three rookie officers in a row. No one complained. Men love having their dicks sucked more than they love cleanliness. Fact."
Rachel sighed. "Okay, that's absolutely vile. It makes me nauseous to think of my son's private area between the lips of a hooker. He's a good boy."
"He's
not
a boy anymore. He's a man."
Rachel sighed even deeper. "I know."
"Remember, the last thing James needs are enemies on the police force. He's a rookie. He needs to join the club like every other guy."
Rachel thought for a long moment. "Thank you for telling me. It's better that I find out this way than hearing about it afterward. I guess I have to let men be men. I certainly don't want James to be an outcast because of me."
"That's a wise decision. Hey, at the very least, you're welcome to come to the bar and join the party."
"It's open to everyone in the department?" Rachel asked, eyes wide.
"Yeah, sure. The Sergeant and the bar owner are good friends. All the bj action happens in the backroom, later at night. You can swing by and make sure everything is safe if that makes you feel better."
"By any chance, do you happen to know who the woman is? Or how I can contact her?"
Penny's mood shifted and her eyes drifted down to the detective's gun, holstered around her hip.
"You're not going to do anything drastic, are you?" Penny asked, slightly concerned.
Rachel managed to giggle. "Penny, I won't threaten to shoot anyone. Tempting as it may be, it's not worth the legal problems."
"So you're just going to talk, right?"
"A woman to woman chat, that's all. I'd like to make sure she's clean. That might make me feel a little better."
Penny slowly nodded. "That makes sense. If this were happening to my son, I'd probably wash the hooker's mouth before the blowjob."
"Oh Jesus."
"Only a joke," Penny smiled. "I don't know the woman's information, but I can probably get it for you."
Rachel's eyes narrowed. "How are you able to get that information? Are you part of this group, or sleeping with someone?"
Penny blushed. "The Sergeant."
"Figures. No offense."
"No offense taken. Do you want me to set up a meeting with the woman before the big night? Or do you just want her contact info?"
