Our job tonight is considered community outreach. Our Public Relations department came up with the idea, and it seems like a good plan. We are supposed to mingle and be accessible to the public while keeping our eyes and ears alert to anyone who wants to take from the rich and give to themselves.

Walking among the people at the high-end retail stores, females of all ages stop and fawn over Batman. I catch a few eyes too. I see them eyeing my guns. Not my pistol. My bulging biceps, so I flex 'em for them. I enjoy making women cream in their jeans. I workout in the weight room regularly and never eat doughnuts. My partner and I run too. We are in perfect form and make a striking pair.

When the latest drooling pair of women with too much time and money on their hands walks away out of earshot, I tell him. "Did I mention I got an email earlier this month that we’ve been chosen to be the Face of the Force and that we’ll be on the cover of this year's calendar? Yeah," I grin at him. "We’re going to do a photo shoot next month."

I smirk when he looks up at me and I reach down to pat his side. "It’s hell being this good-looking, isn’t it? You’re a stud; get used to it."

A soft, sultry voice that catches my attention and sends my cock a message to pay attention to this one says behind me, "Oh, he is definitely a stud."

When I turn to see who the woman is that has such a sexy voice, my heart almost stops beating. She is as beautiful as her voice is. A gorgeous brunette with thick, long curls, a body that makes a man have wet dreams and eyes only for the dog. "What’s his name?"

"Bruce Wayne."

"Ah, he’s a superhero in hiding." She turns her soft, sweet face to mine and in that moment when our eyes connect, my dick hardens immediately. They are a soft caramel color. I’ve had a thing for light brown eyes for as long as I can remember. "He’s a handsome specimen." She smiles and her red lips spread across perfect straight teeth, bleached bright white.

My imagination pictures them closing around my tight meat and I feel my balls begin to draw up and fill up. "When he’s on duty, he’s Batman." I offer up, knowing he will show out and she will appreciate it.

He stands with his ears up and eyes glancing around, alert and aware of what his job is.

"Ah, that is fitting." She leans over to speak to him and the view is too amazing not to enjoy. "Thank you for protecting us from the villains, Batman."

He flattens his ears and wags his tail a couple of times.

Ah, he likes her. I smirk. Good taste, buddy. There’s a lot to like.

"I love GSDs." She tells me and reaches out to pat him on the head and rub his ears.

Her braless tits look as if they are about to fall out of the loose tank top she is wearing. My hand flexes, ready to catch them if they do and the thought that I can’t catch loose tits in uniform, especially in a casino full of people, makes me swallow hard. But fuck, they are tempting, and I shift Bruce Wayne’s leash to hold with both hands to hide their twitch. My eyes travel to her ass poked out in that perfect rear pounding position, and I shift my weight because this spectacular view has made my cock rise to the occasion. My eyes travel down from her ass to her stiletto’s and I admire her firm, shapely legs. She gently shakes her head as she speaks to him and her thick curls dance on her back, making me want to wrap my hand around them and pull that head back in submission.

Fuck! Angry that she’s having this effect on me, I pull Batman’s leash twice, signaling to him to start patrolling again.

He looks at me with a 'what the hell' look, then completely out of character for him, he disobeys and sits down.

She kneels in front of him, puts both hands on the sides of his face and speaks goo-goo girl talk to him.

I don’t hear a word she says. All I see is the deep crevice her cleavage is creating and think how my cock would love to slide all oiled up in-between them, then feel the pre-cum that seeps out the tip.

I realize she’s stopped talking, so I drag my eyes off her generous display and look her in the eye. She tilts her head, then says with a tone that’s off-putting, "Excuse me?"

Fuck. I thought she was perfect, but here’s her bitch mode. I was staring too hard at her assets while I’m on duty. The uniform doesn’t turn off the male that lives inside. If anything, it accentuates the alpha male aspect. But I clear my throat, look away and focus on the hoard of people passing by. I’m a professional, but I watch her out of the corner of my eye as she stands up.

"Excuse me." She says again as a statement and lays her hand on my forearm. Her touch creates a spark inside me. and that spot becomes the focus of the sexual tension for me. I tell myself firmly again, I’m a professional, and take a deep breath. Then I turn and face her composed and in control. But looking into those soft yellowish brown eyes keeps my dick hard and I have a hell of a time keeping my hunger out of my eyes.

When she starts looking me up and down, admiring my bulked up physique, I have to bite my tongue. She’s making it hard as hell to stay focused on the job.

"Well, I’ll be damned, Zane. You’re looking fine."

What the hell? She knows me? Do I know her? I frown and look at her with new eyes. I don’t have a fucking clue who this chick is. Maybe I hooked up with her in college. I did attend more than a few drunken parties. But this chick is seriously beautiful and I can’t believe I would forget tapping that. Ever. Drunk or not.

She smirks. "You don’t remember me?"

I answer honestly. "I could never forget a beauty like you."

She smiles, knowing that was just a pickup line. "So, you became a cop, huh?"

"Yes," I play along hoping I can figure out how I know her or at least bluff my way back to her place after work tonight and hookup. I need to get laid. "And you? What are you doing now?"

"I’m a dancer at Been Jammin’. You should stop by and see me sometime."

"I will." I grin, and she smirks, knowing I will. "Are you dancing tonight?"

Now she laughs. "No, not tonight. Seary puts on a big Christmas Eve show so I’m off tonight."

"Oh really?" I grin bigger. "I’m getting off at midnight tonight. Maybe we can grab a bite and catch up?"

She grins too, takes her phone out, then hands it to me. "That would be amazing." Then she kneels down to goo-goo talk to Batman again and tells him something incomprehensible.

He wags his tail and enjoys her attention while I enter my digits and my name. I quickly scan to see who she is, but no luck before she stands and reaches for it.

"Where shall we go?" I ask her.

"You still love pizza?"

"It’s my favorite food. Shall we meet up at Blake’s?"

"Perfect. See you then." She tells us, then disappears into the crowd.

Batman looks at me and I explain it to him. "I have no idea who she is, but a chick that hot deserves my attention."

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