"As an officer of the law, you should do something about very bad women."
"My civic duty, clearly. Come here."
I approach, a little nervous but mostly excited. I want you already. I can see how broad your shoulders are even in the dim light. I like the eyebrow and the irony. I'm hoping you'll want to take advantage of me. I can feel myself beginning to get that lovely liquid feeling.
You remove the joint from my fingers and relight it, finishing it off in a few puffs, confirming me in my hope that you intend to stick around. "You should be searched for further contraband," you inform me, "stretch your arms out." You hands are on my breasts through the thin muslin of my shirt. I'm not wearing underwear. I gasp and wiggle a little, willing you to go on. You make me lean on the truck and spread my legs, slipping your hand up the insides of my thighs, pausing briefly when you realize that no underpants are on offer. I may hear you catch your breath. Or maybe not. "We have to check everywhere" you lean over and murmur in my ear as I feel two fingers penetrate me. I can't help uttering a low moan. You know how wet I am now. I'm ashamed and thrilled. Oh god. What will you do?
"You wouldn't believe where people put contraband," you continue, and I feel a finger slide up my ass. I jump, but you've got me, leaning up against the truck. And it feels way better than at the gynecologist, my skirt up around my waist, me speadeagled against some sexy cop's truck, his finger up my ass.
You step back and I'm one part relieved, two parts disappointed. Then I see you getting out the handcuffs. Now I'm pretty nervous. Do you really want to arrest me? It's too dark for your eyes to give anything away. "Over here." You point to a spot under the fairy sturdy bough of a nearby tree. "Raise your hands." They come up on either side of the tree limb, and you pass the handcuffs over it, locking me in place with my arms above my head. I turn my wrists inward so that I feel the bark against my palms. I shiver. I am completely at your mercy. And you're really beginning to enjoy yourself. First, you yank my blouse up over my breasts and wander away (almost sending me into a panic), returning with a flashlight. You take a good, long look, running your palm across my nipples. Watching them get hard. The skirt goes up next. I can feel the breeze between my legs. You drop the flashlight. I hear your zipper go. You face me and ask "What do you want?" Oh dear. I don't know what to say. This is excruciating. I writhe around testing the cuffs. They're real all right. "What do you want?"
