For an EMT, 48-hour shifts patching up victims of fender benders and bruised-up brawlers on the Vegas Strip were painfully monotonous.

Just like every other weekend, I knew this one would be busy. I was sure to be running from call to call all night. I figured I’d be lucky to get dinner in.

I was checking out my rescue when Serena, an old friend, called and said she was headed into town. We’d met at the Crazy Horse years before it had closed. She was bartending, and I had blown my last $40 for a lap dance with the twins. We had struck up an easy conversation, with her comping me a couple of drinks. Unable to tip her, I felt foolish and promised to return. Skeptical, she just shook her head and waved me off.

I returned the next day near lunchtime, leaving her $60 and a note with my number in an envelope, never expecting her to call. When she did, it was the beginning of a two-year fuck fest. You name it, we tried it. When she left, it was abrupt, and I always wondered if she had wanted more out of the relationship than deviant sexual encounters.

Now, almost eight years later, I was going to see her again. Her voice hadn’t changed — that soft, sultry, seductive tone still capable of making my heart skip a beat.

“Jason?” she asked quietly. Trying to hear over the equipment running in the background, I plugged an ear. “Jason?” she asked again.

“Serena,” I stammered.

She said she was in town for a bachelorette party and wanted to meet me for coffee. God, I wanted to. Would have died to, had I known, but I’d just started my shift. Certain she could hear the disappointment in my voice, her response came as a surprise.

“Would you like me to come by the station?” she asked.

I thought for a moment. I hadn’t had anyone at the firehouse in years. A lot of the guys’ girlfriends stopped by, along with the occasional badge bunny, but I was one of the “older” guys now. I could just imagine the questions. What the hell.

“Fuck, yes!” I heard myself say.

Remembering I was working, I started to tell her that I would be super-busy most of the night, but she stopped me and asked if the next morning would be a better time. Other than me being exhausted and wanting sleep, the morning would be the slowest part of my shift, allowing us more time to catch up. Besides, most of the guys would be asleep, and administration would be gone Saturday morning.

We agreed on 0800 and were off the phone after I reminded her which station I was at. She laughed again and said, “I remember.”

As I predicted, it was busy as hell. Dispatch kept us on the go the entire night. Our dinner consisted of cookies from one of the hospital break rooms. Throughout the night, I filled my partner Mike in on Serena.

As the sun came up, I looked at Mike. He looked like hell, his eyes bloodshot and cap pulled low. I glanced in the mirror on the visor, realizing I looked no better. We slowly made our way back to the station.

As we drove around toward the bays, I noticed a sexy little thing standing near the parking gate. Mike looked at me, wide-eyed. “Serena? You didn’t mention she was fucking gorgeous,” he stammered.

Standing barely five foot two, at 115 pounds with curves in all the right places, I remembered the pet name I had for her — “my little spinner.” Mike drove up and let me out as he pulled the rig around. As she walked up to me, my eyes met hers and we pulled each other into a hug. It seemed so natural, as if the past eight years had been eight minutes.

As we stepped back and stared at each other, she rubbed her hand on my rough face.

“You remembered I like you a little rough,” she said mischievously. I knew she did, but I wasn’t going to mention that it was because I hadn’t had two seconds to myself in the past 22 hours.

“Aren’t you going to show me around?” Serena asked.

“Of course. Where are my manners?” I said with a laugh.

I let her know that most of the guys would be sleeping, so we’d have to stay in the bays for a while. She bit her lip, then ripped open her coat. She said, “We should take some pictures.”

We quickly relocated, and as I watched Serena posing in different sexual positions on the bumper, my desire began to grow. I watched as she molested the growler on the bumper, and then mounted the bumper line. Holy fuck! Was this really happening?

“Let’s get some pictures of you in the back,” I suggested.

Helping her off the high bumper, I noticed that she was breathing about as hard as I was. “Just a couple more,” I said. Opening the back door to the cab as the hydraulic stairs dropped loudly, I helped her walk up the steep steps and climbed in behind her.

As I entered, she pulled me straight on top of her, her lips meeting mine in a lock that was amazing. I realized she hadn’t changed a bit as I felt her grinding her pelvis against me from below. God, I needed her. I grabbed a thick handful of her hair. When I pulled somewhat hard, her gasp told me she still liked it rough.

It was a momentary whirlwind as I began stripping her body. The floor of the cab was rough rubber, so I left my coat beneath her for a little padding. My hands moved up under her shirt as hers dove into my work pants. Feeling my hard cock must have driven her insane, as she began clawing frantically at my belt. I released the clasp on her bra, found her stiff nipples, and rolled them between my fingers. She cried out and arched her back from the stimulation.

What a picture: my muscular body mounting her tiny one, her hands resting on my belt, bra ripped from her body, her hair tousled. My hands found the button on her pants, and she lifted her butt so I could pull them off. I wasn’t surprised to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties — some things never change.

She finally had my belt off and pulled it free from the loops. So many memories came crashing back — her submissive traits, her love of being choked, of being spanked — and images of dirty, rough sex came flooding through my mind. So many things we had done willingly with each other. I pulled her shirt off her body, and she was completely naked. Quickly, I looped the belt around her neck as she moaned.

Pulling my shirt off, I revealed my sculpted chest and arms. She smiled approvingly. My boots came off easily, my pants right behind them, falling into a neat mess on top of the turnout bottoms. When my boxer briefs came off, my thick, hard cock bounced free.

My fingers found her wet pussy and massaged her tight hole. Simultaneously, I started to cinch my belt, watching that it didn’t pinch her skin. Her guttural moan as I slid two fingers inside her cunt was music to my ears.

I slowly released the belt as I finger-fucked her, sensing her getting closer to orgasm. I slid my fingers out, licking them clean and leaving quite a bit of spit on them. I rubbed it all over the length of my cock and then placed it at her slick opening.

She greedily grasped my cock, rolling it in a circular pattern, trying to get my thickness into her. She was soaking wet, but it had always been a challenge for her to take me initially. She worked it though, and I was reminded how hot and silky she felt when I was balls-deep inside her. I had never had anyone else since who felt as good. I pushed in slowly, slightly dragging along her tight walls. As I sunk in to the root, I gradually tightened the belt again.

Remaining on my knees, I pulled the belt tight as I started to pump inside her. My free hand found her hard clit, and began massaging it in time with our thrusts. I watched and felt as she bucked on my cock. She was always an amazing fuck. My cock began to glisten from her juices as we picked up speed, and the engine began to rock back and forth as we got into our rhythm.

“Do you want to come on my cock?” I asked, still pounding her pussy. I knew this would drive her

straight to orgasm. Her body became rigid upon hearing it, and she screamed out as loudly as she could with the belt around her neck.

“Yes!”

I felt her body tense as she reached her climax. She arched into me as I released the belt, and her pussy began to involuntarily contract, grabbing and releasing, milking my cock into orgasm.

I felt her pussy suck the heat through the base of my cock, my balls lifting as I filled her with my hot seed. I tried to remain quiet as I exploded inside her. Failing, I dropped to her chest, covered her lips with mine, and kissed her.

We lay there for a few moments, sweating and breathing heavily on top of each other. As our breathing began to slow somewhat, we looked at each other, smiling and laughing.

We quickly dressed and were out of the engine in a matter of seconds. I asked if she’d like to come inside the station now, and she grinned and said, “Next time.”

I wondered after she left when the next time would be, but I just received a text from her, and it looks like there’s another bachelorette party in August.