C4 The Vice Cop

Miami City, 2005

Harvey Banach's Polish daddy had worked as a Poznan police officer in the years following World War II before retiring and settling in America. He narrated to Harvey his many adventures during those perilous years when Italy was emerging from its deepest abyss. His tales and recollections were packed with mystery and adventure, as well as graphic Mafia and espionage tales. Leonardo, the Italian/Sicilian brother of his mother, was still employed as a police officer in Italy, proud and dutiful Carabinieri. He would show Harvey gifts and tell him more exciting stories as he captured the villains, whose "evils" Harvey would not fully comprehend until he was an adult. At the age of 21, he was confident that his daddy had likely exaggerated his stories with some lies and imagination. However, the influence his father and Uncle Gustav had on him was powerful enough to pique his interest in becoming a police officer. In a ceremony attended by his Sicilian mother, who was beaming with pride, and his even prouder father, Harvey was sworn in as a rookie police officer and pledged to a life of service and protection of citizens.

Midway through the 2000s, Miami City was probably just as hazardous as Mafia-ruled Italy, when even ostensibly respectable and influential people were thieves. The underworld of Miami City was one of illegal prostitution, violent crime, jewelry theft, con artists, and human, human organ, and drug trafficking. All of this was readily apparent underneath the surface, and Harvey, a rookie, was eager to see some action and carry out his duties.

But it was easier said than done.

Harvey was ruggedly attractive, towering at five feet and ten inches, with short, jet-black hair, a strong jaw line, brown eyes, and a large, robust body. He used to be quite trim, and before deciding to join the police, he regularly worked out at the same gym, lifting weights and performing aerobic exercises. He soon gained muscle and gained more self-assurance. He was compared to the famous Action superstar Jason Statham by his colleagues, and even his accent was somewhat similar.

Not so much because he wasn't qualified, but more because he had a privileged upbringing as an adolescent in Miami City, which made his training as a cop particularly challenging. Being Sicilian and not in the least cheap, his mother frequently prepared fine cuisine and styled elegant feasts for family get together and celebrations. All through his childhood, teenage, and youth, she loved cooking for him. Additionally, he had developed a fascination for opera, which was his hidden passion outside of the police service. Moreover, he developed a passion for classical music, thanks to an old professor who introduced him to performances at Lincoln Center.

Although he was aware of his Polish and Italian ancestry, growing up in America left him with a bit of a privileged lifestyle. He could be with any girl he desired. No girl could ever actually resist his masculinity or even rejected him in any way. He had numerous girlfriends and lovers in Miami City, Boca Raton, Delray Beach, and Orlando, and his love affairs occasionally involved vice.

There was the occasion when he met a stunning Canadian woman at a dance club. As Bon Jovi's popular chartbusters played in the background, they indulged in excessive drinking before having a tryst in an alley outside the parking lot.

Harvey had questioned her, "What is your name?"

"Does it matter even if you're going to rock my world?" The girl had inquired back with a sinister grin. Then she had a sinister laugh, "Ever perform it in public?"

"Oh? No, not really. You?" Harvey teased.

"Many times. I ran into a lot of trouble for that in Calgary. Some individuals lack proper skills in fucking because they are too envious or square." The strange girl teased back.

She was a lovely young lady with blue eyes and blonde hair. She appeared to Harvey to be a sophisticated young lady who probably acted out and engaged in kinky behavior just for the sake of defying authority. She most likely attended a nun-run boarding school, her parents were presumably wealthy and led a lavish lifestyle, and she was probably engaged to a dull rich industrialist man. She was standing there with spun-gold-like blonde hair that fell on her back. She started to unbutton her blouse to get out of her bra. Harvey tried to read her mind because he didn't know what kind of sex she liked or wanted. She stopped him by placing her hand on his chest as he was about to take off his red dress shirt.

"No, don't budge an inch. I am competent in my work. Despite being tipsy, I know what I'm doing," The unknown woman chuckled, and the parking lot reverberated with her laugh.

Harvey got concerned that the young people in the club might see them or some folks walking on the nearby street in the distance, talking, and enjoying their Saturday night in Miami City might catch them making out in public. He wanted to remain in the shadows, unrecognized. Since he was a cop now, this was unacceptable. But as soon as the anonymous girl knelt, unfastened his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans, his worries and anxieties vanished.

"Pretty chick, huh? Do you believe we should proceed?" Harvey was still befuddled.

"Oh, stop being so lame. Be bold," She reprimanded him sarcastically.

His cock was expertly stroked by her fingers as it hardened and expanded against her palm. Now that she was silent, he could only sense her breathing. She slowly placed her lips against his cock as she continued to caress the length of his cock, inch by inch. He was shocked by the rush of pleasure he felt when he first felt her soft, seductive lips. He groaned and dived into an enraptured bliss. The girl cautiously started her fellatio as she opened her mouth. It wasn't Harvey's first time when a girl had gone down on him neither this was the first time for the strange girl as she stayed there kneeling before her man and blowing his erection. She seemed to have done this before because she was unafraid to perform it, and Harvey had previously experienced oral gratification from women. However, there was something about the deftness with which she employed her mouth, tongue, and hands that suggested a unique aptitude she possessed for this kind of activity. Her blonde tresses were being softly pulled by his hands as he flung back his head.

"You like that, baby?" She asked huskily.

"Fuck, yeah, keep going." Harvey groaned.

"Mmmm…" The girl continued to slurp on his cock.

"Umm…Feels wonderful." Harvey gasped.

She was now crouching and lathering his firm cock as her ass was raised off the pavement. His enjoyment became her own as her tongue wrapped itself around the head and she flicked it as a serpent would. She swallowed his dick slowly and with gratitude, gulping it whole and passing it down her throat like a vanilla bar. She started taking it deeper into her throat while groaning and making gagging noises. Harvey's hips started to buck automatically, and he started to grunt incoherently.

The 90s pop music from the dance club could be heard down the street, reaching their small enclosure in the alley next to the parking lot. The girl sucked his cock with ferocity as soon as the music started to beat louder and filled with explicit content.

"Oh my god, fuck that," Harvey screamed, about to burst.

The unknown girl again stopped him with her hand, this time implying that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. He was about to pull out at this point as he stood on the verge of ejaculation. She swallowed Harvey's cum as his large body shook and he groaned. After that, she was quiet but still happy, and she smiled up at him.

Harvey gathered himself and realized that he had ejaculated in the girl's mouth in public view. Perhaps a passing group of people had seen them. Maybe not. It was too late to change anything. It had been so naughty and impolite, yet incredibly enjoyable. The girl picked up her dropped handbag from the ground.

"It's getting late, so I should probably go," She remarked.

"So, it should be just like that," Harvey pondered. "But on the other hand, it was expected."

Even though he had asked the girl her name when they first met at the club for drinks, she made no effort to do so. She did not engage in much dialogue as they danced in bumping and grinding seductive rhythm. Harvey was aware of how things would turn out. Never again would he see this girl. And perhaps that was for the best.

The unknown girl might run into him while he was on duty, and she might blab to someone in her hysterical way that she had given a cop a blowjob in public—the kind of thing that might be misunderstood for getting cozy with a prostitute and that a cop's reputation might be harmed.

"So, listen," She began, turning to face him as she walked along the dark street, "I...I occasionally visit this club. Maybe we'll cross paths once more. If you would like, we can always speak."

He replied, "No thanks, it's not...something I want to do."

She gave an incurious nod as she strolled down the street with her lovely physique bathed in the light of a streetlight.