Chapter 2
'Are we all set?' Colby asked as he knocked on the door of the dorm room Hutch and Starsky shared. He appraised his two friends, both of whom had obviously put a lot of effort into looking good. Hutch's fair, golden skin and flaxen blond hair was set off perfectly by his dark brown shirt and cream pants while Starsky had opted for deep blue jeans and a white shirt open to mid chest to reveal a hint of his darkly furred chest beneath.
'You bet. The chicks don't stand a chance' Starsky muttered as the three set off for town. The walk from the Academy to the centre of town took them alongside a park surrounded by high walls and then through a residential area before the outskirts of the city centre. The disco they were aiming for was right on the edge of the city limits and as they rounded the corner, they could see the neon sign and also hear the steady beat of the music from the open doorway.
Once inside the dark, softly lit room, they headed for the bar, ordered three beers, and then stood with their elbows leaning on the bar top as they surveyed the scenery and the local talent. It was much the same as every other disco the three had frequented. Tables and booths were arranged around a central dance floor which was lit from above by a multi coloured disco Ball, sending sparkles of jewel light across the polished floor. Girls danced in small groups around their handbags arranged on the floor, others sat in the booths with or without their boyfriends and above all, the heady, pounding beat of the music filled the air.
'We should split up' Colby yelled above the sound of the music. 'More chance to score if we don't look like a pack of wolves.'
Hutch nodded, his eyes already on a girl at the back of the room who was looking his way and giggling behind her hand to her friend. Starsky snorted. 'I think Romeo here's found what he's lookin' for. Go for it Blondie. She's all yours.' The brunet was speaking to an empty space however, as his flaxen haired friend was already threading his way through the dancers on the floor as though drawn towards the girl by an invisible wire. Colby laughed out loud.
'Would ya look at that?'
'It's always the shy quiet types ya gotta watch' Starsky grinned.
'I can see that. An' I can also see that' Colby whistled as a tall, leggy blond shimmied past him, paused to smile at him and walked on by. 'Did ya see the assets on that one?'
'Oh yeah! Toss ya for her buddy' the brunet snickered.
Colby grinned at him 'Don't bother with the coin, I'm already gone.'
Starsky smiled at his friend and took a deep chug of beer. Left on his own for the moment, he surveyed the scenery. He could see Hutch in the background, sitting close to his chosen girl. He was deep in conversation and was obviously an interesting raconteur as the girl seemed to be hanging on his every word and laughing. Colby, on the other hand, seemed to employ the more direct approach and was dancing with the tall blond, his hand slowly moving southwards to cup one pert buttock with his hand. Starsky snorted. He had Colby nailed – he'd always be the one to get a girl into the sack before anyone else.
As the night wore on, Starsky himself danced with quite a few of the girls at the disco, although none of them really attracted him too much. He was attractive to the opposite sex with his dark, brooding good looks and his piercing blue eyes, but although he danced well and he could make the girls laugh, he wasn't really the sort of guy who wanted a quick wham bam thank you ma'am. After three weeks solid on the base he wouldn't have said no to a quick one night stand, but none of the local talent really attracted him like that but as he watched the girls, one woman watched him. She was slightly older than the rest of the crowd in the disco, but looked after herself well and looked good. She smiled to herself as she saw the curly headed man looking around and she quickly formulated her plan.
Starsky watched his two friends with their chosen women, oblivious to the woman watching him and he felt happy for them, and at the same time more alone than he'd felt for a long time. His time in the Army had left the brunet with a longing to settle down. After he'd come back from 'Nam, he'd taken a long time to recover and he'd had a relationship with one of the nurses on the base. It had lasted almost a year and it had been good. She was vivacious, caring, smart and beautiful but at the end of it, they gone their separate ways as friends. It had taken Starsky a while to get over her and when he'd finally left the Army base, he left his friends behind too. Although they came to see him and they had nights out, Starsky felt as though he'd cut himself off from everything he'd known and everything that was comfortable and with a sad smile, he replaced the sixth glass of beer down on the bar, turned a little unsteadily and headed outside.
At eleven o'clock, the street was quiet and he looked left and right for a taxi cab. He'd managed to tell both Colby and Hutch that he was going and he was pretty sure they heard him, although Colby's tongue was wedged down his girl's throat and Hutch was deep into conversation with his girl about potted plants of all things. Starsky started to walk quietly up the street, his hands wedged deep in his pockets. He hated feeling this way. He felt he should have been happy that he had a new start in life and a new direction to go in. After being almost tortured to death in 'Nam, he felt he should take every opportunity life presented him with and hold on to it. But instead, he felt almost empty. He wanted so badly to make a good job of being a cop; he felt he could be one of the best. Just as long as he didn't goof up. And yet Ball had him dangling, frightened to do or say anything for fear of being thrown out of the Academy. Starsky sighed and almost walked past the woman bent over the motor car's engine.
As he trudged past, his head down, he heard a muted cough and he stopped, looking around to see a petite dark haired woman, wearing a short, dark blue skirt and a pale blue, peasant style blouse, her head under the raised hood of the car. She looked up as Starsky stopped and smiled ruefully at him.
'Ya need a hand?' Starsky asked her.
'Do I ever' she smiled. 'I was praying for a knight in shining armour to come and give me a hand.'
'I aint no knight, but I know sumthin about cars. Want me to take a look?' he said.
'Would you? You know women – we can drive them, but we haven't a clue when they break down' she dimpled at him coyly looking up from beneath her eyelashes.
'What happened?' Starsky asked as he joined her under the hood. He started checking the points, the fan belt and the carburettor.
'I don't now. I got in and it just wouldn't start' she said lamely.
The brunet grunted. 'Can't find anythin' wrong here. Get in an' try startin' it up huh?'
She slunk away on her stiletto heels and got into the car, her skirt riding up as she did so to give him a quick view of her white panties. A moment later, he heard the keys in the ignition and the engine roared to life. He listened for a moment, and then put the hood down, leaning gently on it till the catch clicked. 'Seems ok now' he smiled at her.
She nodded and poked her head out of the window. 'I'm so sorry to have bothered you. I feel like a complete idiot, it seems fine now.'
Starsky walked round to her side of the car and bent down, his hands resting on the roof as he looked in through the window. 'It's no problem. I was passin' anyway.'
'But you've got your hands all oily! And it's on your shirt too. Damn, that'll be hard to get out. Um…. Tell you what, can I at least give you a lift home. Where were you going?'
The curly haired man shook his head. 'It's no big deal. I'm headin' back to the police Academy.'
'Oooh, are you a cop?' she asked. 'I love a man in uniform, almost as much as I love a man out of one' she said huskily. 'I'm going that way too. Wanna hop in?'
'Ok, so long as I'm not taking you out of your way.'
'Not at all. I um… I live on the campus' she said as she turned the car round and headed back out of town. As she drove, they talked quietly about the city, the disco and how long Starsky had been a cadet. By the time she turned into the Academy compound, the brunet felt like he'd known her for ever and as she pulled up outside one of the visitor's cabins opposite his dorm, he leaned over and kissed her gently.
'Thanks for the lift' he said. 'I don't think we introduced ourselves. I'm Starsky, Dave Starsky.'
'Well hi Dave. My name's Carly. Would you um….. Well, I have the keys to the cabin, and it looks like there aren't any lights on in the dorms. Would you um…. Well, we could have a night cap maybe?'
Starsky appraised the woman. She was obviously a little older than the girls at the disco and he put her age at maybe 30 or so. But she kept herself in great shape and with her long legs, slim waist and firm breasts, she looked good enough to eat. His body responded and he felt a jolt of electricity through the centre of his body as Little Davy stood to attention.
'Sure,' he said quietly. 'It's still early. Ya sure you won't get into any trouble?'
'No, we'll be fine' Carly muttered as she looked cautiously round before she inserted the key into the lock and opened the door.
Once inside, the woman put the keys and her purse down on the table by the door and put her arms round Starsky's neck, kissing him deeply so that her tongue explored his mouth gently. The brunet broke away from her breathlessly.
'I though you wanted somethin' to eat' he asked as he looked down into her hungry eyes.
'I do, he's right here' Carly smiled seductively at him as she pulled him into the bedroom. The room was dark and she didn't put on the light as she sat the cadet down on the bed. She stood in front of him and started to pull her blouse off over her head. Starsky watched, his eyes glowing in the dark and never leaving her as she undressed slowly and seductively for him, his private dancer performing a private striptease. As she stepped out of her panties and stood naked and pale in the moonlight before him, he reached for her and pulled her to him, burying his face into the soft flesh of her belly. Slowly Starsky started to kiss his way round her navel and then down, following the pale line of hairs down to the more wiry forest above her secret places.
Carly stood still, her breath catching in her throat as she wove her fingers into Starsky's hair, pulling his face lower and shuddering as she parted her legs and felt his tongue begin to explore. There was something erotic about her being butt naked while the brunet was still fully clothed, his arms around her. She pushed the centre of her body at him and with a growl, Starsky pulled her down until she was lying on the bed, her legs still dangling over the side. The young cop stood and unzipped his jeans, the urgency of the pull in his loins stopping him from pulling them off completely.
As Carly looked up at him with hunger in her eyes, Starsky positioned himself between her legs, bent his knees and knelt over her, pushing himself into her warm tunnel in one smooth motion. Beneath him, Carly moaned and brought her knees up, pulling him in deeper as she kissed and sucked at his neck and shoulders.
Starsky started to push in and out of her as Carly thrashed beneath him, moaning and crying his name aloud. It was as though she hadn't had sex for months or years and now she was going to milk the lithe brunet of everything he could offer. As he picked up his pace, she clawed at his back and chest, urging him on and exhorting him to go deeper and deeper. Starsky didn't need to be told twice and within minutes had set a furious pace, his hips working as the sweat beaded on his brow. With a final shudder he felt his balls tighten and draw upwards and he groaned as he shot his load deep inside her. Carly moaned and her own body shuddered in response as she shouted out incoherently before sagging limply back against the covers on the bed.
At that moment, the door to the bedroom burst open and Starsky felt rough hands on his shoulders, dragging him off the woman and slamming him against the bedroom wall. As his teeth rattled in his head and the stars in front of his eyes settled, he looked up into angry eyes above him.
'Thought you could fuck my wife did ya, you cocky little bastard?'
