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For many men, at some point in their lives, there is a nearly impossible goal toward which they strive, doing anything to reach it. Athletes train for years, oblivious to their surroundings, in an effort to win an Olympic medal. A young lawyer will spend countless hours and money on a political campaign. And a mountain climber will take risks of life and limb to scale heights never before reached.
Others will go to immeasurable lengths to find success in their chosen endeavors. Witness Melanie Cooper, a 25-year-old college graduate who, frustrated by every-day secretarial jobs, seeks adventure and challenge through a career in law enforcement. She is obsessed with a goal of becoming successful in a field long dominated by men. But her obsession leads her not only to violate society’s codes, but also her own principles.
R#PED POLICEWOMAN shows the reality of obsession, how destructive it can be to the individual and those around him. It is admirable to set a goal and make sacrifices to obtain it, but is it admirable to go to any lengths for it?
The story of a modern woman, programmed to win, to take what she wants–a novel exploring part of life as it is today.
The sun was going down as I yawned and forced myself out of bed. Most people get up when the sun comes up, but here I was making my way into the kitchen for my first cup of coffee at sundown. I had been doing it for almost two months now and my body still hadn’t adjusted. By the time I finally did get used to it the bastards would change my schedule and I’d be right back where I started, futilely trying to catch up on the hours I had lost.
As I sat in the kitchen nursing a cup of discount instant coffee that tasted like boiled eucalyptus leaves, I asked myself for the thousandth time why I was putting myself through this shit. Here I was, a 25-year-old woman with a degree in sociology and an IQ of 134, keeping the hours of a night watchman.
You probably think I’m a dog, a regular bow-wow. Well, forget it. Everybody who’s seen me says I’m attractive and I have to admit it’s true myself: the bulges I see in men’s trousers when I walk by don’t lie. I have long lustrous raven hair, high pointed tits as firm as marble, long sinewy legs that love to wrap themselves around things, what everybody says is a terrific looking ass, and a cunt framed by a luxuriant growth of silky black pussy hair that can fuck all night. Right now, if I had a normal job, I’d be getting off work and undoubtedly some great looking stud would be taking me out for drinks and dinner and later we’d hit the sack at my place or his and his hot steaming prick would be pumping up my throbbing pussy.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number HP-6021 in the original publications (a duplicate).