The Executive Suite

      This story will probably make some people uneasy but men who have been police officers will understand and laugh. I know it’s politically incorrect to say just men. You’re supposed to say men and women. In this case however I believe this is a man thing. If any women disagree, I would like to hear from you and meet up.

     In 1984 I was working on the east side of Fort Worth on the evening shift for the police department. When the shift started, we made many calls for service. It was almost impossible to get a break. A friend of mine on a connecting beat and I made most of the two officer calls together. The dispatcher would give both units a call and when we finished, we both got another call. It went on throughout the evening. Occasionally I could run in a convenience store for a few minutes to grab a quick bite to eat and use the bathroom before I cleared and took another call. Another place I frequented to take a break for a minute with my buddy was the Executive Suite at Lancaster and Oakland streets. It was a local strip joint and had the best looking girls in the area. We walked in and they treated us like royalty. They brought us water, Coke’s, whatever we wanted. The girls would come around, and we got close to several of them, in the biblical sense. If you’re starting to cringe, you should stop reading because it only gets worse.

     My buddy and I got off work at 20:30 hours (10:30PM to civilians). We were in the Executive Suite one night and made arrangements to meet two young ladies at a motel on Lancaster St. at Loop 820. While still on duty we went to the motel and got a room for the night. It was on the second floor.

      We got off duty and went to the motel and started drinking. After about twenty minutes the two gorgeous women we made the date with arrived. I was with a fun girl who was really developed and knew how make a man feel good.

      My friend was across the room with a girl who was also able to have a good time, and we enjoyed the evening.

      It was about two in the morning and deep into the midnight shift of the Fort Worth Police Department. My girl told me she wanted to go outside for a minute. She got up and put her pink panties on. She looked around and Grabbed my Fort Worth Police uniform shirt and put it on. I wanted to say something but was too exhausted. She then walked out of the room. The shirt wasn’t even buttoned. I knew it wasn’t going to be good but as I said, she could do whatever she wanted at this point. I didn’t care.

      After several minutes of lying there I saw a bright light flash across the window. I knew that light. I knew what it was. It was the spotlight of a police car. Suddenly I heard a quick pop of the wail on a police car siren. I jumped up and ran to the window. I looked downstairs and my girl was standing there basically naked sticking her head in a Fort Worth Police car. Her ample chest was being thrust into the driver. I tried to see who it was but couldn’t tell. There were two officers in the car which meant it was a training officer and a rookie. She was wearing a Fort Worth Police uniform shirt with my nametag and badge number on it. They knew who was up in the room.

      I decided my career was over and I need to start looking for other work. After a few minutes she came back up to the room.

      She said, “You’ve got really nice friends.”

      I asked who it was, and she said, “I don’t know but they were laughing and said have a good time.”

      I grabbed her and took the shirt off and we continued to have a good time. I figured I was done anyway so what the hell. I never did find out who it was, but they never told anyone. That’s old school policing. You take care of your own. I’m sure the training officer used me as an example of, don’t let this happen to you. Which is ironic because my training officers showed me how to do it. I never heard anything about it………