KIRA’S POV
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I don’t know how it all came down to this.
I’m sitting here in my car just down the street from ‘The Pits’, wondering how my personal and professional life got so off track this last month.
I’m an undercover Vice Officer with the LAPD. Sergeant Second Class Kira Trout. I’ve only been working as a plainclothes officer for a year, and this was my first undercover assignment away from Vice. It goes to say that I didn’t handle it very well.
How did I get partnered with the two best looking men in the entire force? And, knowing my propensity for flirting, why didn’t I ask to be removed or be assigned to work with another set of detectives to work with? Because a) – I didn’t want to jeopardize my career, and b) – hell, they’re the two sexiest men I’ve seen in a long time, and I wanted to have some fun while working the case.
Almost from the beginning it was a disaster. I was undercover as a dance hall girl and Dave and Ken were undercover as patrons. We were looking for a killer who went after fair-haired dancers at Madame Bouvay’s. Anyway, that’s what we were supposed to be doing. But somewhere along the line we forgot about our responsibilities. It got to the point where they were trading me off. I’d dance with a client, then with David; then I’d take a break and go sit with Ken. We’d lose track of time, then David would show up and get pissed at Ken for monopolizing me and take me back to the floor where he’d dance a few more with me. Occasionally a client would break in, but Dave was right there to get me back once the other’s allotted dance was over.
So I’m just saying, it wasn’t all Ken’s fault as David makes it out to be. It was all of our fault.
They’re totally opposite of each other, and it was interesting to get to know the little intracasies that are Dave Starsky and Ken Hutchinson. Ken made me laugh and was exciting to be with, yet he was very patient and tender in bed. Dave, on the other hand was fun, but a more quiet fun, however he was more wild and passionate in bed. What a wealth of riches these two are!
However, I never told Dave I loved him. I don’t even know why I told Hutch I loved them both. I don’t, not really. I don’t now, never did, and doubt I ever will. I love being with them, I love doing things together, and I love making love to them.
Oh, I was upset when they came to blows over me like I was some possession that needed to be fought over. I felt like shaking Dave and telling him to get a grip. This is the 70s for crying out loud; the age of ERA, of owning and acknowledging your sexuality, of experimentation.
I don’t know what Dave had in mind, but I’m nowhere near ready to settle down. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to make love to several men, and owning up it. Men can be so sexist sometimes. It’s okay for a man to sleep around, but God forbid if a woman does. And if she enjoys it too?! I happen to be a very sexual person. And they’re both so damn good looking it’s hard to choose, so I figured why the hell not? There’s no reason I can’t enjoy myself, and them, as long as nothing more is expected of us.
Now you probably think I’m either a bitch or a whore. But I don’t care. The only opinion that matters to me is my own.
When the perp, Joey, pulled a hand grenade and threatened to blow up Madame Bouvay’s, all that went down between us was temporarily forgotten. We got the place evacuated and Hutch covered Joey, while Starsky covered me. Then I saw poor Joey, crying and hurting on the dance floor, and realized that he was as much a victim as Susan and the others. Here was a man, used and abused by our country and then sent off like a lamb to the wolves when his government was finished with him.
Afterward we got Joey settled at the Veteran’s Hospital and finished our reports, I realized the fight between Ken and Dave wasn’t about me…It was about them.
I called them both up, without the other realizing it, and invited them to The Pits for a drink to “discuss our situation”. I tried to make myself choose between the two, but I couldn’t. They both have so many great qualities in bed, and are fun out of it. Let’s face it, that’s all what I’m looking for in a relationship right at this stage in my life.
What I really should do is to let them down easy. Nothing turns me off more than messy scenes, and I just know this could end up being a huge blowout if it’s not nipped it in the butt now. Besides, I don’t want to get involved in breaking up the best team the force has ever seen.
So now I’m sitting here in my car, down the street from The Pits watching as they walk in. I’ll give them a few minutes alone and then go on in.
I’m not sure how I’ll do break it off yet, but something’ll come up.
