Local Police Officers, "Gates" and "Dixon" hadn't said a word to Monica since her arrest for indecent exposure. Facsimile arrest that is. No Miranda Rights read at least. Still, she was locked in the back seat of their Squad Car with handcuffs binding her wrists behind her back. Naked.
She didn't know whether to laugh, smile, cry, or beg for mercy. After all they told her they would take her home. Yet, there was also a very verbal, "You owe us a favor" clause. Her mind was racing a million miles a minute.
Through the windows of the car she noted her entire town passing by. The Police Department was the other direction. That part was good.
They hadn't bothered to ask her name or address. That part was strange. The Cops seemed nice earlier in the day but since taking her in the vibe grew grim.
Was this their version of "Scared Straight"? If so, it had failed thus far. She was edgy but confident that she was safe. So far.
There went the City Limits sign. Population one less.
"Uhhh! Where are we going?" She couldn't keep quiet any longer.
Officer Gates peered back at her bound beauty.
"Somewhere nobody can hear your sexy ass scream."
Monica turns pale, "Is this the favor?"
"Might say that, Miss Gift." Dixon chuckled.
"Wait! You never asked for my name. How did you know that?"
"Our secret. We've been watching you for awhile now. Long before meeting you on the street this afternoon."
Her imagination ran away from her at Gate's confession.
"Oh boy. Who ratted me out? What do you know? Am I really in trouble?" She frets.
Gates breaks out his personal cellphone and rifles through his photo gallery. Finding what he had been searching for. He then poised the screen over his shoulder for her to see. First he played a video of her gangbang at Holly's bar. Close ups of her facial expressions as she was deeply penetrated by two big cocks at once.
She sat stunned as he pulled up another video of her coated in cum from head to toe. Another scene from Hollister's bar.
A third video caught her off guard. This one was a little closer to home. It was from the day she walked out of school in only her underwear, posing nude upon Principal Janson's car.
"Should I show you more?" Gates chimes.
"There's more?" She swallows.
"Lot's more. Amazing what gets shared over the Cloud. Like you being molested by three dogs over in Kingman. My personal favorite."
"Nothing happened though. They were pulled off before it got bad." She cringes.
"Still looked like you got nailed. Even if you didn't."
"That wasn't planned." She argues.
Gates huffs, "Appears to me like you were enjoying it. I see smiles and laughs."
"It tickled. A lot."
"I bet it did. Don't worry Kid. If we were going to arrest you for real you would be in a cell by now. We're actually big fans of your movies. You should consider being a Pornstar. For real."
"You think so?" She smirks, "I just like having fun teasing. Sometimes things get out of hand. Unpredicted things like those dogs."
"And the Gangbang?" Dixon squints into his mirror.
"No. I knew that would end up happening. I hoped it wouldn't go that way but I'll admit I'm happy it did. I loved the experience."
Gates puckered, "Your folks know what you've been doing?"
"Not so much. That could be bad." She sweats, secretly defending her Father who knew way too much. It was her Mother she was worried about.
"Let's keep it that way then. Here's the deal, "Gates adds, "We, meaning the entire local Police force will protect as you serve. You keep on continuing your public acts until the wrong people complain about it. We can only ignore it so much before it looks bad on us. Only the Mayor might get in your way. Until he does you just keep on having fun."
Monica drops her jaw, "Seriously? What's the catch?"
Dixon shrugs before they turn down a dirt road five miles out.
"Keep us smiling we look the other way."
"So you're saying if I fuck you guys I'm untouchable as far as being arrested?"
"Close enough." Dixon chuckles.
A mile off the dirt road leads to a large clearing shrouded by trees on three sides. It was there that Monica spotted two other patrol cars. Dixon pulls in line roughly beside the cars and shuts the engine off.
Observing both Officers vacate the car then stroll away to meet with three other Officers she squirms for a better view.
One was a tall Black male with a large frame. A second shorter white male with large ears. The third easily the oldest of the bunch had white hair and a moustache. He was a tall lanky White gentleman.
Her nerves were tensing up the second she heard barking in the background. Especially after seeing her video feed from her Park encounter.
After five minutes Gates steps to her car door opening it up.
"Slide on out. I'll introduce you to everyone."
Monica did as told, even with fear attacking her heart.
Still cuffed he nudged her amidst the group. The elder Cop grinned as he rubbed his chin.
"So this here is the renowned Monica Gift. I'm a huge fan. It's a distinct pleasure."
She shies a bit, "I'd shake your hand but I'm a bit chained up."
Dixon chuckles adding, "This is Captain "Kermit Boggs". He's retiring in three days."
She raises an eye brow studying the group.
"Kermit? Burt and Ernie? Does that make the other two "Grover" and "Oscar?"
The Officers jointly laugh at her comment. The Black man steps up, "Cute Kid. you're close. My name is "Jarvis Byrd". You can call me Big Bird."
The shorter Officer sighs, "The street stops here I'm afraid. I'm "Terry Voorhees". Drug Enforcement. I handle the drug sniffing dog."
"So that makes you, "Animal". She snorts.
Terry nods, "I can live with that."
Gates grips Monica's shoulders from behind, sparking her to tilt her head back to look up at him.
"Yes?" She pouts.
"Reason we brought you here. You're going to be Kermit's retirement gift."
"That's my name. I'm already unwrapped."
