It would appear that writing in the "second" person is not generally appreciated, I knew it wasn't the best way to tell a story, but tried it to be different. However, one nauseous critic, (He also skulks behind the anonymous tag,) said that no professional ever writes that way, Well if he thinks the authors who submit stories on Literotica are "professionals," he is sadly misled. Most Literotica authors are strictly amateurs, attempting to write titillating stories, and mainly succeeding. However, I accept the criticism, and in this follow up to the last story, I have attempted to change the format. I hope this is more acceptable to the majority.
A couple of weeks after her brush with the law, Emma was having lunch with Robbie, when he broached the subject of her sex with the police officer.
"Have you thought much about that incident since it happened?" he asked.
"I have a little," Emma admitted, "I still can't believe it actually happened,"
"I have nightmares about it," Robbie said.
"Do you, Why?" She asked.
"I'm still ashamed of myself for standing by and letting you do it," he said glumly.
Emma put her hand on his and smiled, "Don't beat yourself up over it Robbie, you could have done nothing to stop it, that policeman held all the aces, and he was determined not to pass the chance up, It didn't hurt me, in fact I probably enjoyed it, but I wouldn't want to go though it again."
"Would you meet them again, like he asked?" Robbie persisted.
"Would you like to meet them again?" she countered.
"I think that if we met them again it would sort of exorcise the experience for me, and maybe let me sleep easy again," he said imploringly.
Emma looked steadily at Robbie and saw the pain in his eyes, and she felt compassion for him. "Alright Robbie," she said, " We will meet them again, I will find the card that he gave me, and I will call him
Later that day, after rummaging through her bag, Emma pulled out the policeman's card and taking her phone, punched in a contact number, It rang a couple of times then a mans voice answered.
"Hi," Emma said, "is that Andy, the policeman?"
"Yes it is," the voice confirmed.
"This is Emma here, I am sure you remember me, You took me and my boyfriend to the police station the other week."
"Yes, I remember very well," Andy said, this time guardedly.
"I was wondering if my friend and I could meet you and the wpc for a drink," she continued, "you invited us to call you if you remember."
"Yes, we can get together," he said a little hesitantly, "but I will have to make some arrangements first, and I will need to explain a few things to you as well, can we meet somewhere, say about eight o'clock this evening, just to have a quick drink and a chat?"
"Yes, we can do that," Emma said, "We will see you in the lounge of the hotel on high street at eight o'clock."
At precisely eight o'clock, Emma and Robbie entered the hotel lounge, and saw Andy stand up and wave, He beamed all over his face as they approached him.
"Its good to see you again under much better conditions," he grinned as they sat down.
Robbie went off to get some drinks and when he returned, Andy said, "My working partner is Kerri, the wpc you met the other week, The delicate part is that she is married, and I join her and her husband in a threesome on a regular basis." He paused to let what he had said sink in, but neither Emma or Robbie were shocked by his revelation, then he said, "We are looking for another couple to join us, could it be you?"
Emma quickly realised that there would be three men and two women.
