A Short Tale of Erotic Fantasy By Lucy Lu Dial A Whore Series The Moral Right Of The Author Is Asserted Stop I loathed even more the idea of my sister bitches rubbing my absence in at a later date. Who needs enemies when one has family like mine? Amidst flashing blue lights and the crush of rain I pulled myself out of the car. “Madam are you aware you were driving over 90 miles an hour?” The police officers, their faces both set in disapproving frowns awaited my response. “But isn’t that why god made cars; so we can zoom down motor ways really fast!” All right, I confess, before I had left my last engagement of the day; sucking the cocks of two CEOs as they ate their lunch, I had become a little worse for wear. The Jamaican rum on said CEOs drinks cabinet had been begging me to inhale, and sucking a little and cock flavoured rum is actually quite a treat when washed down with a full load of spunk. The bulk of the police officer’s van shielded otele gelen escort us from the gaze of passing cars, the rain remained unceasing as it flowed down from the heavens and I made a piss poor job of pretending to be sober when I was, I am deeply ashamed to admit, roaring drunk. “Madame if you wouldn’t mind stepping away from the car.” Said the taller of the two officers, his deep brown eyes seeming to bore into me in a way that made my nipples harden. “And what if I do mind?” The rain stopped, the air around us became humid and tight. The other officer sniffed. “Madam have you been smoking?” Questions! Questions! I shook my head planting a semi serious frown on my face as vehemently I shook my head, looked the officers in the eyes and told the truth. “No officers, I cannot abide nicotine, I adhere only to the strict smoking of pot and the sucking of lots of throbbing balgat escort hard cocks.” “I can see you are failing to take this seriously. Place your hands either side of your person and walk in a straight line.” There was no more ‘please’ to this request, they watched me, their faces handsome in a hard officious way. “Madam?” The officers were waiting for something but for the life of me I had forgotten what that something was. Even in my insobriety I was aware that one of the officers; the shorter of the two had turned his attention to my car and begun searching around in the glove compartment and along the seats. A mental note of what he might find rolled through my mind; anal beads; vibrating nipple clamps; funky pink love balls; finger tingler; a pack of lacy pink thongs purchased that morning; cock rings in various shapes and sizes; handcuffs with fluffy lace finishing; a few vibrators elvankent escort and a mobile phone. “I said hands to your side and walk in a straight line.” The constant hiss and chatter from their radios came to an abrupt halt; silence filled the air as the rain stopped and the late afternoon sun came out to play. The officers became silhouettes against a crimson sky, as the dawning realisation came to me that I was soaked to the skin; my large breasts nipple thick having crowned against the flimsy fabric of my blouse while my cunt had become unaccountably wet. “Alright, lets see if we can call this one off as a special.” Said the taller officer to his colleague. There was a pregnant pause as the other officer, let’s call him Shorty came out of the shadows and stood by my side, his large blue eyes searched my face a slow smile playing against his lips. Finally he nodded his gaze settling on the rise and fall of my chest. “That sounds good.” “Madame we have reason to believe you are carrying upon your person illegal substances, as such we have no other recourse but to complete a full internal body search.” “Exactly where do you think I could conceal illegal substances?” Shorty unsmiling, eyes blue bright dropped his hand to my behind lifting the wet fabric of my short skirt.