You come home at 2:30am.
You didn't get a good sleep last night, and you had a long day at work. You try to ease the stress by going out with a few friends in the evening. Most of them turned out to be total bitches tonight, and you hang around sipping drinks only because Jessica brought a HOT friend tonight. You can't stop staring at his body in the tight shirt he's wearing. You try to catch his eye from across the table. He nibbles but he doesn't bite.
Disappointed, and borderline drunk, you arrive home alone and unfulfilled. It's been too long since the last time you got laid. Everyone has their needs, but what does a girl have to do to get some in this town? Your apartment's void is maddening, you do a few things and start to get ready for bed. You change into sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.
A sudden, authoritative knock at the door.
"Who the hell is that at this time?" you think.
Through the door's peephole, there's a cop on the other side... uniform, duty belt, and everything. And he doesn't look like he's messing around. He knocks again.
"W-what seems to be the matter, officer?"
"Ma'am, if I could speak with you for just one minute. There's an issue that has come to my attention. Only a second."
Well, this could be legitimate... maybe the old neighbor lady finally died or something.
You open the door. Officer Johnson introduces himself. You apologize for your attire and you invite him in, asking if he wants coffee. He says he does not, and you turn towards the kitchen to fix yoursel-
A hand comes around your face and covers your mouth. Another arm wraps around you and takes you to the floor. You can't move and you can't breathe. The cop must have a hundred pounds on you, and wriggling your way out of this hold proves impossible. What's going on?? Why are you being treated like this? You've done nothing wrong!
The officer keeps holding you until you stop struggling. You stop moving.
"Don't move. Don't talk or scream. Don't think. Just keep still."
He keeps one hand on your mouth... the other he runs down your back, making it shudder.
Am I going to jail? Am... am I being raped?!
Your body freezes in place and your mind goes numb as the officers hand reaches the waistband of your sweatpants. "I need to check you for weapons, ma'am." He feels around your waist.
"I saw you from outside, through your window. I saw you take off your shirt... you had a hot little outfit tonight. I'm here to show you what kind of trouble you can get in wearing something like that."
What! I AM going to get raped! I need to get out of this!
But you can't. He's still holding you, and your body is frozen.
His hand reaches inside your sweatpants and feels your ass. He brushes his hand against each cheek. You start to consider him a most gentle sexual assaulter until he squeezes the right side of your ass... REALLY hard. You moan against his hand in more surprise than pain.
"Shut up," he says with a SLAP on your ass. It doesn't hurt through the sweatpants, but it inspires more fear into you.
He forces your sweatpants off with one hand. Your lower body is now naked, on the floor, with the cop on top of you. He's feeling you from your inner thighs down to your feet.
"You need to learn to close your shades when you change. Someone might take advantage of the situation if you don't. Maybe you'll learn your lesson."