Disclaimer: TRIGGERS - This story contains rough and coerced sex. Please do not read on if this may affect you and please accept my apologies. This story is written as pure fantasy ONLY and I do not condone the behaviour of the antagonists. If you cannot differentiate between fantasy and reality then please do not read on! Otherwise, please enjoy!
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I'm buzzing. For the first time all summer I'm finally managing to get to a party. Having spent the last 2 years away at college, coming home to a small town had been torturous. There was nothing to do here when you're 20. Even with a fake ID, all the bar owners knew who I was. Just one of the drawbacks of having a step-father who owned half the town. Yep, my mother re-married rich. Another drawback being that I had to attend functions every other night, help present that "family man" image. It really cut in to my partying time and I had missed several already. Lucky for me an old friend was throwing a pool party while his parents were out of town.
Rooting through my draws, I pull out several bikinis before settling on the one. I tie the gold strings of the top behind my neck, then position the emerald green triangular cups over my plentiful breasts before tying the upper set of gold strings behind my back. I tighten both knots, making sure the top is nice and tight to hold up my breasts. Next comes the matching briefs, emerald green with a gold trim. I slide them up my shapely legs, kept toned with years of tennis, moving them up over my pert ass. They're a tight fit, snapping in to place as I pull my thumbs away from the bands, the gold trim just concealing the dark red landing strip that leads to my snatch. With my social life being so non-existent since I got back from college, it had been 6 weeks since my last lay - not counting my vibrator. Checking myself out in the mirror, I'm fairly confident that I can change that tonight!
A quick cab ride later and I'm downing shots with my old friends from high school. We trade stories about the last year as the music pumps around us, the party in full swing. There's at least 80 people here and I can tell it's going to be a great night. I jump in the pool, dipping my head under, letting my long dark red hair get wet. I know it's going to curl and stick to my skin, but I'm not bothered, I'm finally having some fun. I mingle in the pool, catching up with people, enjoying the night.
I come across Kayden, an old class mate from high school. Back then he was a nice guy, but not exactly what you would consider sexy. Apparently the last 2 years had been good to him! Having taken up swimming in college, he looked completely at home in the water, with a finely chiseled six pack and abs I could bounce coins off. We talk, we flirt, and pretty soon I'm leaning back against the side of the pool with my legs wrapped around his waist, our tongues colliding. I don't care how many people are around, I've never been one to be shy about public displays of affection. We grind together, his cock poking against me under the surface. The pool water is not the only thing making me wet. This night is going great and I'm ready to make it greater - until suddenly the music abruptly stops.
Everyone turns to the speakers and let out a collective groan. Stood next to them is a police officer, smugly surveying us all. "For fuck sake..." I mutter under my breath. Just my luck! Randy as Hell, down to fuck, and the party ends up being busted by the cops!
"Okay boys and girls, let's see what we got here..." From his accent I can tell he's local, has a southern drawl - 'Hick Speak' as I liked to call it. As far as police officer's went, he looked harmless. Even from the pool I can tell he's not very tall, a couple of inches taller than my 5'5 at the most, with short cropped hair. He looked to be in his late forties, early fifties maybe. He was old by my standards anyway. And not handsome by any stretch. His khaki uniform looked a little baggy on him, like the police department didn't make them that small for men. 'Probably would have been better off with a women's medium...' I thought to myself. All told, he looked a little pathetic.
I watch over Kayden's shoulder as the officer walks around the edge of the pool, approaching a pretty blonde girl in a red bikini holding a can of beer. I recognise her from school, she was in the year below me I think.
He asks her how old she is in a friendly manner, smiling cheerfully, disarmingly. She stammers out that she's twenty-one, clearly nervous... clearly lying, her eyes looking at the ground. I feel bad for her, but I'm mainly just pissed off that my clit has been teased. Until I see what happens next.
The officer's demeanour changes drastically. He leans into her, his face just an inch from hers. No longer a friendly policeman, he now looks more like a wolf about to devour a lamb. The tone of his voice completely different as he tells her not to lie to him. The whole thing is thoroughly creepy, sending a rare shiver down my spine. There's no need to imagine how the girl feels, she burst out sobbing and admits she's eighteen.
The smile on the copper's face has changed now too. It's victorious, but creepy. He looks delighted at the girl's misery. Fucking ass-hole. He takes the can from her and has a victory sip. I wonder how pathetic his life must be that he has to take pride from scaring teenage girls. Maybe it's the vodka shots I've had, but my blood is boiling and I'm feeling confrontational. "Party's over kids!" He shouts loudly as he heads back towards the gate, throwing the can over his shoulder as he starts to walk away. It lands in the pool, right next to me and Kayden. I look to him, expecting him to say something, but he just looks dumbstruck. Great - I'm not the only wet pussy in the party. I push him off me, sure that I've never been this angry before.
