Mr. Officer

***FANTASY***

Yes GAWD!!!

He goes by the name of Officer Tony. I generally don't like COPS, but this particular officer could get THA BIZZNESS plus more! I guess I should start from the beginning...

I decided to go out on a Wednesday with two of my coworkers (Niecy and Ashley). We went to a popular sports bar UPTOWN...it's a hot 25+ crowd. I'm only 22, so I don't know how I got in. It was my first time at this place, so I decided to check out the atmosphere. It's a straight scene, but there was PLENTY of eye-candy.

This spot gets poppin at about 9, so you have to get there early otherwise you will be STANDING. Niecy and I agreed to meet there at 8:30 and Ashley would join us later. I got there at 9, but Niecy was LATE

She sent me a text: "Be there in 15".

Divas are always LATE...I thought to myself. She finally got there and I checked the mirror to make sure I was looking 110%. Can't go anywhere looking less than stellar, ya dig? So we walk up to the entrance. I'm nervous because, like I said this place is 25 and up and I'm a young & tender 22.

ENTER OFFICER TONY

He is a Harris County Sheriffs Deputy checking IDs at the door. He looks at mine first, then Niecy's. I was WET. This brutha is FINE!!!!! He was about 5'10, yella, with a short taper fade. He had a nice little swagg about him (I hate that damn word, but it's the only one that fits this situation). He kinda looked at me, but I didn't really pay him any attention.

FAST FORWARD

Ashley got there about 30 minutes later. She doesn't drink, but Niecy and I had already started ROUND 1. Their signature drink is called the Jamaican...which tastes like Pink Lemonade and Patron. It was definitely the business! We spent the night cutting up and talking about people in the bar. I had to pee, so I excused myself from the ladies and went to the restroom. I peed, washed my hands, then went outside to the patio for some air. Officer Tony was standing alone by the door. We made some sort of eye contact, but I tried to act like I didn't notice him.

I found a convenient spot that was inconspicuous enough for me to admire his sexiness, yet close enough for him to admire mine. Does that make sense? Fuck you if it doesn't...this is my story. Anyway, I pulled out my phone and started texting...or twittering, hell I don't remember. I got so deep into my phone that I didn't notice him standing behind me.

"Sup lite bright" he said.

"Hi" I said. How fucking corny...hi? I was speechless and that's all that came to my mind at the time.

"So what's good?" He asked.

I gave him one of my famous 'You can get the business' smiles and said "You tell me"

He took my phone, stored his number under MR OFFICER, and walked away.

FAST FORWARD

The spot closes at 11 (it's Wednesday and folks gotta go to work the next day). Niecy, Ashley, and I went our separate ways and I decided to text Mr. Officer out of curiosity.

"Sup...dis 'light bright'" I said

About 10 minutes later I got a text back

"Wuz good lil sexi"

We sent a few texts back and forth before he said "Come Over"

Now I'm not a HOE, but this man was HOT and I was HORNY (blame it on the alcohol). Should I do it? Should I see what this is about? Hmmm...decisions decisions.

"Be there in an hour" I said

*TO BE CONTINUED