Hunter threw open the door to the office but it was a split second before his eyes adjusted to the dim light inside. He recognised the figure behind the desk at the far end. The figure was holding an object that was pointing in his direction.
He jumped back, pushed DS Brown to one side and dived for cover. He felt the hot hiss of the shot as it whistled through the open door, immediately followed by the unmistakable sound of an exploding shotgun. He was flat on the floor when the second shot erupted. The deadly whistling sound seemed to fill the air all around.
Hunter tried to think furiously. Had he seen two barrels, side by side? A single barrel could mean more shots if it was of the repeater type of American shotgun that was becoming more popular. But an old fashioned double barrel would now need reloading. He was suddenly aware of the long iron staircase behind him. They would never escape in time.
He raced through the open door, across the office and threw himself at the man behind the desk. The shotgun fell from the man's grasp. Hunter could smell the recent discharge of gunpowder, the smell of death. The man had fallen to the floor.
Hunter scrambled for the gun and clutched it in his grasp. He stepped back as Harry Tucker managed to get his bulky frame off the office floor. He was a giant of a man, with an outsize head and no neck whatsoever.
When Hunter raised the shotgun to eye level, he saw blood trickle from his left arm. He felt the pain for the first time and knew that he had been shot. Shot by the evil looking villain he was now sighting along the twin barrels of the shotgun.
He heard a noise behind him just as he pulled the first trigger. The shotgun was wrenched from his grasp as it exploded. Something had thrown him to one side and he struggled to get back on his feet. A white-faced DS Brown was standing over him holding the shotgun, now with its barrels breeched.
Syd stammered, "Steady, Guv. That fucking slag ain't worth it."
Hunter was back on his feet, staring at the giant scrap metal dealer. He could not believe what he had just done; had Syd not wrenched the shotgun from him, he would have shot Harry Tucker at point blank range.
Tucker looked equally incredulous. He kept mumbling, "You tried to kill me, you bastard.
You tried to kill me."
He had difficulty focusing on Ruby as she suddenly got up from the settee. He watched in astonishment as she lifted the short black dress and stepped out of it. She was wearing only the briefest of white panties and a tiny white bra. And those shiny black boots.
As she slowly sat down again, she said in a slurred voice, "Your turn now. I want to see what the white policeman's got."
The sight of her leaning back on the settee while she slowly drew up the long legs encased in those shiny boots, suddenly reminded him that the serious business had been concluded and an extremely sexy woman was eying him with undisguised interest. His arousal was immediate and he stood up unsteadily and fumbled with his trouser belt. Then his underpants.
Ruby commented hoarsely from the settee. "A white man with a black man's cock." She was making smacking noises with her lips. "Come over to Mamma."
He tried and nearly fell over. Ruby was suddenly waving a green condom at him. She slurred, "Come and get your hat on."
Hunter looked down approvingly as she slid the condom over his penis in expert fashion. It took a great deal of concentration to stand in front of her as she bent forward and looked up at him briefly before taking his condom covered cock into her mouth. The sensation made him moan with pleasure.
He continued to look down at the amazing creature whose thick lips were imparting such immense pleasure and found that the steady sucking rhythm never wavered while he needed all his efforts to stay in one place. He didn't ever want it to stop, but suddenly she let go and leaned back on the settee. She slipped off her bra and panties with one quick movement. As she looked up at him, she said in that hoarse voice of hers, "Fuck me white man. Quick." Her lips were moist and glistening.
Her long legs parted as he lowered himself on to the settee. He got between them and leant on one elbow to kiss those pleasurable lips. He fondled a large breast and hardening nipple with his free hand. Her tongue was inside his mouth and his cock was bursting, but he held back. She was grasping his waist with both hands and pulling him towards her. He tried to hold back again as he entered her. She was amazingly tight. He was sucking her lips and then her nipples. Then she gripped his buttocks and he was fully inside her. She started bucking under him and he finally lost control.
He powered into the black woman with all his might. They started on a ferocious rhythm and he forced her legs on to his shoulders. He was gripping one of the black shiny boots when it came off in his hand. He threw it to one side and gripped a wielding thigh instead. The black woman started to cry out and he joined in, at the same time firing his release into her.