Only The Good Die Young, Book 1

Chapter 5

It was 8:45 PM. Tony Stamp had just pulled up outside The Bird and Scarecrow pub off of Canley Fields nearly an hour early. r sir since Kathryn O’Sullivan asked him to look after her while she gathered information this afternoon, Tony had been unable to concentrate on anything else. Dave’s incessant innuendoes and jokes didn’t help matters any, either. Was she flirting with him? It had been so long since anyone flirted with Tony, apart from people trying to get their way out of a traffic ticket, that he wasn’t sure. One thing he did know, was that Kathryn was a beautiful, sexy woman, and if there was any truth to the rumour about her and Sergeant Boulton, for his own well being, he didn’t want to be stepping on Robocop’s toes.

‘But if there was any truth to it, why would she be asking me and not him?’ Tony thought to himself.

Tony noticed a hot car pull up and park near the pub. It was a BMW Z8 Roadster, brand new. It looked suspicious to Tony, after all, what would the owner of an £80,000 luxury car want in that crappy pub? Tony got a pen and paper to write down the index, but then he saw Kathryn getting out of it. She was dressed in the shortest skirt he had ever seen, thigh-high boots, and a tight, low-cut top that revealed the top of her magnificent breasts. Tony understood why she wanted someone like him, large and intimidating, to keep an eye on her, dressed like that. It was a far cry from what she was dressed like at the station this afternoon.

Tony got out of the car and motioned to her. Kathryn saw him and went running over, almost tripping in her boots.

“What are you doing here? You’re early!” she said.

“I just wanted to make sure that everything was safe for you,” Tony said.

“Aww, that’s sweet of you, PC Stamp,” Katy smiled.”

“Call me Tony.” Tony smiled at her.

“Ok,” she smiled, “And you can call me Katy.”

Katy looked around and saw Reggie Patrick going into the pub. Luckily he was stoned and not looking in their direction. She grabbed Tony’s arm and pulled him down.

“Right… he’s walking in the pub right now,” she whispered, “Give me a half-hour alone with him and then you come in and sit and have a drink. Play along with me. He’ll get the hint and if he doesn’t clear off, we’ll leave together. OK?”

Tony looked at her. Her eyes were sparkling in the moonlight, and he swore that he was falling ine wie with her, “OK.”

Katy got up and headed into the pub. Tony got back in the car and waited for her.

Entering the pub, she spied Reggie at the bar, making change. She walked up to him and slid her hand in his back pocket, nicking his wallet. He spun around and saw her, holding it up, smiling at him.

“Alright, babe? Shouldn’t leave these things laying around, you know.”

“Katy…” he smiled an oily smile, “How’s my favourite pussy cat today?”

“Fine… fine… why don’t you buy me a drink, we need to talk.”

“Vodka and cranberry?” Reggie said.

“Of course.” Katy smiled seductively and made her way through the crowd to a table in the back. Reggie watched her ass wiggle as she walked away, and mumbled, “goddamn…” under his breath, ainglingly.

Reggie brought her drink to her, and sat down beside her. He put his hand on her thigh.

“Now… do you want to talk business first, or payment?” He said, leering down her top.

“Business first…” Katy grinned, “Because after your payment, you won’t be able to string two thoughts together.”

Reggie sat backwards, and smiled at her, “Righty-ho, what do you want to know?”

“Who do I need to talk to, how do I get it hooked up, and where do I go to collect the gear?”

“You talk to me, I get it hooked up, you buy yourself a £10 on-board return, Wednesday on O&P Stena Line, going out from Dover at 1:30. Your man will come on board, and sit on the right side, in the Auto Bar at Calais. He wears a baseball cap. Bring money, he wants his payment in cash. You buy your gear, you get off when the boat returns to Dover, he stays on and floats back to Calais. You don’t need to go through customs, as you didn’t get off of the boat, you just go straight back into the UK and Bob’s yer uncle.”

“Alright, Reggie. Can you get it hooked up now?” Katy rubbed his leg and looked into his eyes, “Please?” she purred.

Reggie opened his mobile and called someone. He said something in French that Katy didn’t understand and hung up. “There you are, princess. You’ve got a date with a dealer. Now, how about you get on your knees under this table and give me some payment?”

Just then, Tony walked into the pub, and saw them in the back. He was 15 minutes early but as far as Katy was concerned, it couldn’t have been better timing. She stood up and waved, and he saw her and came over.

“Darling!” Katy called out, and gave Tony the most sensual kiss he had ever received in his life. “Darling, this is an old friend of mine, Reggie.”

Reggie was bright enough to figure out that Katy had no intention of sleeping with him, “What the fuck is this?” he said pointing at Tony.

“We don’t want any trouble, mate. Calm down,” Tony said, palms outstretched.

“Ah, fuck you,” Reggie said to Tony. He turned to Katy, “You’re gonna pay for this, bitch. You led me on.”

Reggie got up and walked out of the pub. Tony sat down. Katy shrugged and smiled, “So, Tony, want a pint?”

Tony nodded, and reached for his wallet. “No… it’s on me,” Katy smiled, and held up Reggie’s wallet.

Tony eyed the wallet for a moment, shrugged, and mumbled, “what the hell…” under his breath, as Katy walked off to the bar.

She brought back a pint of Kronenbourg for Tony and a bottle of water for herself. She left the vodka and cranberry juice.

“Not drinking your drink?” Tony asked.

“No… I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t slip something in it. It’s supposed to be vodka and cranberry juice but look at the foam on the top.”

“Nice friends you hang out with, Katy.”

“They’re not friends. They’re filth.”

“And what does Sergeant Boulton think about your associates?”

Katy smiled and sipped her water, “He likes it when I let him nick them.”

“So you’re a snout for him?”

“Kind of. Something like that.”

“Why didn’t you ask him to come?” Tony said.

“Because Reggie knows him. Reggie’s one of his snouts as well.”

“I see.” Tony sipped his pint. Katy ran a hand through her thick hair smi smiled at Tony.

“Tell me, Tony… are you married?”

“Ah… no.” Tony smiled, shyly.

“Why not? You’re a sweet guy. Don’t tell me you never met the right woman.”

“I haven’t. Seriously.”

“What about the blonde PC you were talking to earlier today? Her that doesn’t like me very much.”

“Polly? She’s alright I suppose. Not my kind. Besides, she’s got a crush on Dave. What about you? Why aren’t you married?”

Katy smiled, “Because, Mr. Right has never asked me.”

“For Mr. Right, I should read Sergeant Boulton?”

“Ah… now that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” Katy winked.

Tony sipped his pint and studied her. He wondered why he couldn’t ever have a girl like her. It wasn’t like Robocop had the kind of money to keep her in the sort of cars and clothes that she liked. A cops’ wage could never afford a BMW Z8, not even at the rank of Commissioner. She was either extremely wealthy, or it was all nicked. Tony reckoned it was more the latter than the former.

Katy was thinking about Tony as well. She was worried that she might have come on a bit strong to him and maybe gave him the wrong signal. She liked Tony though, and wanted to be his friend, as he seemed like a decent, kind man.

Katy smiled at Tony, “I feel like I’ve known you a long time, Tony Stamp. I would like very much to be your friend.”

Tony smiled back, “I’d like that as well, Katy.”

Katy scribbled down her mobile number and home number on a beer mat, “Call me Tony. If you want to talk, if you want to grab a coffee sometime, call me.” She slid the mat across the table to Tony, and he put it in his jacket pocket.

Katy looked at her watch. It was 9:45, “I’ve got to run.”

“Alright.” Tony nodded, finishing his pint, “I’ll call you sometime.”

“I’d like that.” Katy gave Tony a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They said goodbye and walked out to their cars.

Tony couldn’t help what he did next. Curiosity got the better of him and he had to know if he was being stupid, or what. He decided to follow Katy to see where she was going.

Katy only had 15 minutes to get home before John was going to be there at her house. On the way, she dialled Chris Deakin on her mobile, and told him what she discovered. Chris told her that the arrangements would be made for Wednesday, which was two days away. Katy hung up, and made tracks through the Blackwall Tunnel.

Katy’s driving amazed Tony. He wasn’t sure if it was skill or recklessness, but she could easily pass the Advanced Drivers’ Course. He followed her from a distance of 35 metres, far enough back so that she wouldn’t get suspicious. Tony drove past her house, and around again. He sat for a te ote or two, and another car pulled in, a For Ford Mondeo, just like the ones at Sun Hill. Sergeant Boulton got out, carrying a large bouquet of flowers, and Tony saw all he needed to see. He cursed himself for being so stupid and drove back to his lonely apartment.

John knocked on her front door. He turned around and waited for her to answer, and then he noticed her car. A BMW Z8, same description as the one stolen from Markleys’ Dealership off of Park Lane six months ago. Katy opened her front door. John turned around and presented her with a gorgeous bouquet of lilies, irises, roses, daisies, hand tied.

“For you, my lady,” John said, smiling.

“Oh John, thank you, they’re beautiful!” Katy smiled, and held open the door for him.

She had the table laid out, and candles lit throughout the house. John could smell something gorgeous coming from the kitchen.

“Mmmm…” John said, grabbing her around her waist and pulling her towards him, “What’s cooking, beautiful?”

“Roast beef. I know, it’s a day late, but it was all I had in.”

“I love roast beef,” John said, kissing her neck.

“I know you do,” Katy giggled.

“You looked so sexy down the station today, I wanted to pull you into an interview room and give a g a good seeing to…” John murmured into her hair.

“There will be time for that later,” Katy said, brushing John aside, and getting a vase from the cabinet in the hall.

“You look hot drd thd that way. Careful you don’t get arrested walking down the street in those boots,” John said. “Where have you been that you were all dressed up like that, or is it for me?”

“I went to get some information from Reggie Patrick.”

John’s demeanour changed, “You went to Reggie Patrick dressed like that?”

“It was an exchange, John. He gives me info, I give him something in return. Only I didn’t.”

“And just how am I supposed to believe you, dressed like that?” John said, irate.

“Ask PC Stamp. I took him along for protection.”

John felt a wave of relief wash over him. Tony, while not being John’s best friend by a long shot, would never let anything happen to Katy, or anyone else he was looking out for.

“Just how did you get the information with that guy hanging around?”

“Easy. I went into the pub on my own, met Reggie, got him to talk, and after I got all the info out of him, Tony came in and pretended like he was with me.” Katy filled up the vase with water and put the flowers in it. She set it on her coffee table, in front of the fireplace.

“And did Deakin ask him to do that?”

“No. I asked him to.”

“So, Tony bloody Stamp’s going to be requesting overtime that the governor knows nothing about?”

“No. I offered to pay him out of my own pocket for this favour, but he declined. Said it was his pleasure.” Katy bent over to take the beef out of the oven and John’s heart almost stopped.

“I see, I think.” John said, his mind suddenly devoid of thought.

“Good. Now can you slice the meat?” Katy set out some carving utensils.

Katy had made mustard and cracked black pepper encrusted beef, with rosemary, basil and onion gravy, the most creamiest mashed potatoes, with cheddar melted in them, and carrots in a honey-cinnamon glaze. For pudding she had a tarte au citron. The wine she had chosen was a vintage burgundy that she had left to breathe for 8 hours. Katy had always taken great pride in her home and her cooking. She had attended classes and could be a professional chef. John had always enjoyed it when she cooked, as her meals were unbelievable gastronomic experiences. Indeed, everything he had ever known about wine he learned from her. No doubt she had a modest but wisely chosen cellar somewhere in the house.

John remembered how she taught him to carve thin slices. When he was a kid, growing up in Liverpool, his dad’s idea of carving was to hack off bits and pieces until the meat was pulverised. He sliced just as she had shown him, one rainy Sunday afternoon. She had put the roast in the oven, and they ended up making love on the kitchen table. Then she showed him how to carve.

‘She’s still showing me things that I never noticed before,’ John thought to himself.

They sat down together at the table and enjoyed the meal that she had prepared. John thought about where his life would have been if it wasn’t for Katy. Sure, he might have made CID eventually, but without her tip-offs, he would not have made it in so quickly. Five years as a PC before leaping into CID is not that long of a period. It takes some people ten years or more before they get a look-in. He was DC for six years and then made DS. Katy definitely helped his career. And she taught him what it meant to truly love someone, and what it was to be truly loved, completely, totally and unconditionally. She showed him the finer things in life and gave him an appreciation for art, music, food and wine – things that a life growing up in row houses in Liverpool didn’t provide a deep understanding or knowledge about. And with her, he learned what it meant to make love to someone, deeply, passionately and totally. It was beyond mere sex, mere lust, it was so much deeper and so much more important than that. When John was one with Katy, he felt his soul. When he was with her, he felt more himself than he ever had in his life, and for the seven years they were apart, he had to admit, he was a total, complete, miserable bastard, lost without his soul mate. He had no idea how he was going to cope with their inevitable separation, and put it out of his mind, resolving to enjoy the very short time they had together as a couple again, before the law took what it demanded.

“What are you thinking about?” Katy said, as John stared off into space.

“Nothing…” John said, smiling, and he took a bite, “Do I need to say this is good, or do you know already?”

“Don’t lie to me John, I’ve known you too long. What are you thinking about?”

“Us… you. How stupid I was to let you go.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

“How I’m never going to make that mistake again.”

“I should hope not,” Katy said, sipping her wine, “You won’t get another chance.”

John looked at her for a long moment. He reached across the table and took her hand, “I won’t need another chance.”

Katy, overwhelmed by love and emotion, felt her eyes begin to tear up. She got up and walked over to him, wrapped her hands around his head and held him to her. John pulled her down onto his lap, and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. His thumb brushed against her lips and she kissed it. Katy grabbed his wrist, and began to kiss his fingers. They smelled faintly like tobacco, and Katy guessed he had taken up smoking again, not heavily though. John was getting turned on by watching her take each of his fingers in his mouth, gently and slowly running her tongue up and down them, and then sucking them in her beautiful mouth. She kissed his lips deeply, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth, teasing him, spurring on his desire. He slid his hand up her leg, over her boots and underneath her tiny skirt. She parted her thighs as they kissed, and he ran his hand up to her crotch, touching her through the small whisper of lace that was her panties.

Katy moaned as he ran his fingertips lightly over the lips of her vagina. With his other hand he pulled at her top, and she removed it. He kissed and teased her nipples through the black lace of her bra, making them stand out like two hard little rocks. John pushed his plate to one side and sat Katy on the side of the table. Spreading her legs, he buried his head in between her legs and kissed and licked her through her panties. Katy felt waves of ecstasy coarse through her body as the lace of her panties rubbed against her clit. John slipped a finger inside her panties and rubbed her clit, as he ran his tongue up and down her slit, loving her, making her squirm and moan.

“Oh god John, it’s so good,” Katy cried, as he licked her clit. “Please don’t stop.”
John lapped at her sweet juices as Katy rubbed herself against his face. She always smelled so musky and beautiful, John adored going down on her. He was so aroused he felt like he might explode in his trousers, and the sight of her magnificent body, writhing in sheer pleasure, from this angle, was almost enough to put him over the edge. He sat backwards and reached up to fondle her breasts.

Katy slid off of the table and got down on her knees. She unzipped his trousers and reached in, freeing his shaft from its constrains. It was rock hard, and Katy could see that he was ready. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, and could feel his body jerk and spasm. She knew he was in agony and decided to put him out of his misery. She took him all the way in her mouth, sucking him deep and bobbing her head up and down, letting him slide in and out of her mouth. The sight of her blonde head going down on him, and the feel of her warm wet mouth was too much to bear, and John came loudly, groaning as he exploded. Katy swallowed him, and smiled.

“Oh my god, that was fantastic. That was incredible… that was… where did you learn to do that?” John said, panting slightly.

“I think some old boyfriend of mine once taught me how to give him pleasure just the way he likes it,” Katy winked, “And I’m going upstairs right now. If you’d like to join me…”

John was on his feet and scooped her up in his arms. Katy laughed as he quickly took her upstairs to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She grinned at him as he placed her on the bed, and laid down next to her.

“I’ll just be a minute…” she said, seductively, as she disappeared into the en-suite. John took the liberty of getting undressed and slipping under the duvet as he waited. He could hear the water running and assumed she was brushing her teeth.

Katy emerged from the bathroom wearing a silken black gown that cut low in a dramatic v, with nothing but the tiniest bit of fabric to cover her rock-hard nipples. Her hair was loose, and falling around her shoulders. John felt a lump rising in his throat, his breath taken away by her resplendent beauty.

“You look beautiful, my darling.” John said, “Please, may I make love to you?”

Katy walked across the room and laid down next to him. She kissed his lips, tasting herself on him, which she always thought was a turn on.

“Yes my love. Take me, take me now and take me always.”

John rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs, inviting him inside of her. Slowly, he guided himself into her, as they kissed deeply. John reached underneath her and lifted her up, sliding her completely down on the length of him. He groaned as he felt her all around him, and her nipples rubbing against his bare chest through the silky material of her gown.

Her body instinctively reacted to his like it always did, and he felt her squeezing him inside of her, and knew that he was close. In a more lucid period he admitted to himself that he was out of practice and she was most definitely as masterful and as wonderful of a lover as she always was. John felt himself being overwhelmed and again was swept along by his orgasm.

He clutched her to him as he spasmed inside of her, filling her, completing her. Collapsing on top of her, he rested his head on her stomach, and she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Have you ever been so happy?” she said as John caught his breath.

“No… not since I was last in this position with you,” he said, smiling a satiated smile.

Katy smiled to herself and closed her eyes. This was the life she had always wanted to live and now she finally had it, for good.