Cheerleader Lindsay Ensnared By Two Cops

Cheerleader LIndsay Ensnared By 5 Cops

Lindsay began to stir on the bed, her eyes fluttering open. Through the open doorway, the Virginia University football players watched her, their grins wide with satisfaction.

After a wild night, Wilson signaled it was time for Dwight, Tyler, Rob, and Ezra to leave. Lindsay was their prize, a trophy for their victory over Baylor Tech that weekend. LIndsay was the hottest member of the cheerleading squad for Baylor Tech. Her boyfriend, Jake, had been friends with Dwight, Tyler, and Rob in high school.

Two weeks earlier, Jake and Lindsay ran into his friends at a local bar. Now playing for rival schools the conversation got competitive when discussing the upcoming big game between their respective schools. Baylor Tech was cruising through an undefeated season while Virginia University had only won half its games.

Fueled by a few drinks, Jake and Lindsay started taunting Dwight, Tyler, and Rob. Jake had primed Lindsay to flirt with them when they first entered the bar.

Lindsay sighed and took a deep breath, her thoughts drifting to the origins of her wild encounter with five strong athletes in a warehouse on the wrong side of town. She thought to herself, 'Now how did this happen?' Lindsay recalled the night at the bar. She remembered Jake saying, 'Hey, I know those three guys near the end of the bar. They are old friends. Bastards, they all play for Virginia University now.'

Her thoughts led to her first impression of Jake's three friends. 'These guys are pretty good looking. Very fit. Jake asked me to flirt with them to rile them up. I don't know his plan, but heck I'm down.' Lindsay wondered 'What provoked me? Was it the alcohol? Being annoyed at Jake? School pride? It had to be some combination of all those factors.'

"Hey, vixen," Wilson announced as he entered the room. He was beaming with a huge grin. He had just motioned for the others to leave. They had all come to the consensus earlier that Lindsay had taken a shine to Wilson the most out of the five of them.

Naturally, after such a wild night Dwight, Tyler, Rob, and Ezra were hoping for another round with Lindsay. They were wise enough to realize she might run away if overwhelmed. They put all their trust in Wilson. Giving him some time and space with the hot cheerleader from Baylor Tech was a generous gesture on their part. However, it came with the expectation that letting Wilson work his magic would in turn ensure their own future rewards.

It was now on Wilson to see to it that the bounty matched or exceeded the level of trust they had put in him.

"Have I been asleep for a while?" Lindsay asked. Her eyes were trying to focus on Wilson. His button-up long-sleeve shirt was open revealing his toned muscular skin. Lindsay marveled to herself, 'Damn, this guy is one sexy stud. He has to be the most dominant guy I have ever been with. He really had me going last night.'

"It's almost three in the afternoon," Wilson replied. "I guess we gave you a workout."

"Or the other way around," Lindsay muttered as she caught his eyes. She noticed he was staring at her hand. She blushed realizing her hand must have been slowly rubbing her shaved pussy.

"Still amped up I see, you glamour smokin' stunner," Wilson announced in a thick Australian accent.

"I love your accent," Lindsay declared. She continued asking,"Stunner. smokin' glamour? You'll have to translate for me."

"Right. Sorry, when I get excited I forget we don't have all the same words," Wilson explained. He cleared his throat and put on his best, slightly exaggerated American accent. "You are sexy as hell. You be a fucking fox."

Lindsay smiled. She couldn't help herself. Wilson's words were corny as hell but his delivery was priceless. Lindsay was lost in Wilson charisma. She was dazzled by his blue eyes.

Wilson sat down on the bed next to Lindsay. They started making out. As they unlocked lips Lindsay asked, "Are we the only ones here?"

"Yeah, the others took off," Wilson answered, pushing his breath onto her hot skin.

"Nice of you to stick around," Lindsay remarked. "You had a devilish way of ramping up the festivities last night."

"Thanks," Wilson responded. "Sounds like I made the pleasure worth the pain." His eyes looked down at Lindsay's swollen pussy.

"You sure did," Lindsay moaned. "Fuck, you had me saying and doing a lot."

"Well, you lost a bet. You saw how motivated we were," Wilson proclaimed coyly. "When you taunt heavy, the pounding is heavy. I think we went easy on you."

"You did?" Lindsay asked. She tried to feign sarcastic disappointment, but her voice sounded more truthful than she expected.

Wilson looked closely at Lindsay. They were deeply involved in a flirting dance. Lindsay had just slipped and Wilson had caught her. His eyes communicated she had been caught revealing she not only enjoyed last night but was up for handling something even more aggressive.

Lindsay nodded and bit her lip when Wilson's face and eyes silently questioned her. She blushed as she let him know he had indeed caught her. He slapped her pussy. He flashed Lindsay a wicked grin as he found the wand vibrator.

Lindsay wrapped her arms around Wilson's body as he pushed the vibrator against her clit. Their mouths met. Lindsay squirmed away from the vibrator as she unzipped Wilson's pants. He was at least as hard as was the night before.

In a swift motion, Wilson pinned LIndsay to the bed and thrust his rock-hard, thick cock deep inside her. Lindsay felt her pussy lips stretch as they struggled to accommodate Wilson's large member. The stinging sensation turned to waves of pleasure as Wilson was soon bouncing his skin off hers at a rapid pace.

As they fucked harder and more aggressively their slapping skin echoed through out the walls of the warehouse. Lindsay started moaning louder and louder. "Oh, yeah. Fuck me just like that. Right there. That's the spot," Lindsay wailed. She dug her nails into Wilson's back. "Oh, Fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming all over your cock," Lindsay moaned as she nibbled on his ear.

Wilson couldn't last much longer, as Lindsay started to shake from the strength of her orgasm, Wilson yelled, "Fuck. I'm cumming." He pulled out of Lindsay's throbbing pussy. She moved his hands off his cock and replaced them with her soft nimble ones. Her fingers ran up and down his shaft until his cock started to unload bolts of hot cum.

Lindsay directed Wilson's shaft, as if she was a fire chief putting out a hot blaze. Soon her pussy lips were soaked with Wilson's cum. Lindsay was tingling from head to toe. She was consumed with lust and was savoring the heightened sexual experience.

They shared an intense kiss and smiled at each other.

Wilson declared, "I'll open the gate for you so you can drive out. I put my number in your phone when you were asleep." Seeing her warm reaction to this he continued, "I put my number under 'OUTBACK'. Let me know when you are ready for another walkabout."

"Alright," Lindsay replied. Feeling a little confident and not wanting to appear vulnerable, she asked, "What about your girlfriend?"

"There's a couple of them back home. Nothing serious," Wilson answered. He realized LIndsay wasn't asking about back in Australia. "Here. I am single," Wilson elaborated. "No excuses there. I am busy as all get out but you really get my trolley going. I'm brimming to see you anytime."

"Don't get too distracted," Lindsay joked. "I am sure you get hit on constantly."

They got dressed and walked out of the warehouse into the light of a cloudy day. Wilson slapped Lindsay's ass as she got into her Dodge Challenger. He opened the gate for her.

"That was open when I drove in," Lindsay pointed out as she rolled down her window.

"The boys closed it when they arrived," Wilson explained.

"So, I was trapped," Lindsay remarked playfully.

Wilson whistled, "Trap you again. Watch out."

Lindsay made a sexy face taking that as an offer. Feeling a wave of desire, Lindsay pulled her shirt open flashing Wilson with her large tits. She stuck her tongue out at him as she pulled into the street.

Two men in a car coming the other way almost veered into LIndsay's car. The men had a great view of Lindsay's bare chest. Her nipples acted like powerful magnets. The man in the passenger seat had to lean over and help the other man rotate the steering wheel of their car out of the way. "Holy shit. What a rack," yelled the driver.

"I know. Amazing, but don't crash into her," the passenger cautioned. "Get a hold of yourself."

"What do you think a hot chick is doing driving around topless around here?" the driver asked.

"Let's find out," shouted the passenger as he pulled a round light from under the seat. He flipped a switch on the light. It started to flash as he stretched and put it on the roof.

"This is going to blow our cover," the driver pointed out.

"Something tells me it will be worth it," the passenger responded. "Too late now," he added as he flipped the switch on the console. A siren began to blare.

The driver grinned with excitement, "Oh, we'll make it worth it then. For sure." He made a quick u-turn. The pursuit after the Dodge Challenger was on.

Lindsay was buttoning up her shirt as she heard the siren. "Shit, what did I do?" Lindsay yelled. She looked around and didn't see any other cars.

The two detectives in the unmarked law enforcement vehicle followed Lindsay closely for a couple of blocks and then motioned for her to pull over into the large parking lot of an abandoned warehouse.

They were in the most rundown section of the city where block after block contained mostly empty commercial buildings and warehouses. There were plenty of chop shops and other shady enterprises in some of the buildings. The area saw a fair amount of gang activity. The two detectives were on a long assignment to try and catch one or more of the drug kingpins that worked in the area.

"Good spot, Griffin," the passenger said as he motioned for Lindsay to pull all the way into the parking lot and to turn her car down and around the side of the warehouse.

"She looks pretty flustered," the driver uttered. Seeing Lindsay comply by driving her car away from the view of the street, Griffin added, "There's a good girl."

The two detectives pulled up behind Lindsay's Dodge Challenger.

"Well, will you look at that, Irvine," Griffin commented. "Her registration is 8 months out of date."

"Excellent,' Irvine growled as he put on his badge necklace.

Griffin put on his badge necklace with glee. "I'll lay it on thick," he detailed. "Then you'll come along and be the nice guy."

"Gotcha," Irvine howled with anticipation. "Let's get her upstairs on her knees in this place."

Griffin was out the door of his car in a flash. "My partner and I are undercover law enforcement. Do you know why we pulled you over?"

Lindsay looked up and the tall detective flashing a badge. "No sir," she answered. "I wasn't speeding. Didn't you guys almost run into me?"

"You had your top off. That's exposure. You don't want to be doing that anywhere. Doing it in this part of town is particularly unwise. Do you know where you are?" Griffin asked.

"Not really. It doesn't look very safe. I don't normally drive around without my top off. I was pranking a friend," Lindsay tried explaining.

"Your registration is out of date. I need your license, insurance, and registration," Griffin barked. He could see Lindsay was starting to sweat a little. "Now," he added sternly.

Lindsay fumbled through her glove box. She found her paperwork, but to her embarrassment a dildo her friend left, after a recent trip to the sex store, was amongst the papers. Lindsay handed her paperwork over to Griffin as she began blushing with embarrassment.

"You realize once a vehicle is more than 6 months out of registration it can be towed. I need to run a check," Griffin said in a harsh serious tone.

Griffin got back to his vehicle. "Your turn Irvine. She's hot as fuck up close. She's got cheerleader gear in the back seat and a nice big dildo fell out of the glove box when she got these."

Irvine jumped out of the car and skipped up to the passenger's side window of Lindsay's Dodge Challenger. As she rolled down the window, Irvine greeted her, "Hi dear, looks like there is a flag on your registration."

"What does that mean?" Lindsay asked. She knew she was a bit behind on her registration. She had a lot of bills and was swamped in student debt. As senior as she was eager to graduate, find a full-time job, and start taking care of expenses.

"Well not only are you 8 months behind. Your old tags are coming up counterfeit," Irvine answered. He was lying but knew she had bought the car with those tags on it about a year ago. Irvine had a plan.

"I bought the car last year," Lindsay explained. "When I transferred the title everything checked out okay."

"That may have been the case," Irvine conveyed. "There was a pretty sophisticated scam our department uncovered last month. You may have heard about it in the news."

Irvine was referring to a real story.

"Yes, I heard about it," Lindsay responded. "I didn't realize it involved a scam at the DMV."

"Sure did. A few employees on the inside were caught working with one of the gangs," Irvine detailed. "There is a lot of crime in this area. My partner and I are working on a big case down here. He is pretty upset we had to compromise our cover to deal with you." Irvine studied Lindsay closely.

"I didn't really do anything," Lindsay replied. "Please, I am just a college student at Baylor Tech. I am one of the cheerleaders. This sucks. We just lost to Virginia University."

"Don't get too flustered. Baylor Tech that's a nice school. Look you need to get out of the car we have to search your vehicle," Irvine explained. He was trying to sound sympathetic.

"You can't do that. You don't have probable cause. I know my rights," Lindsay snapped at thim.

Griffin started to approach Lindsay's side of the Dodge Challenger.

"Here is your license, Lindsay," Griffin uttered as he handed her the id.

"Thank you," Lindsay replied.

"Your insurance is a month behind payments," Griffin pointed out as he handed her the rest of her paperwork.

"She is refusing consent on the search of her vehicle," Irvine quickly pointed out. "She says she knows her rights."

"Well, isn't that fucking special. The governor signed a law designating areas like this as automatic vehicle search zones. So you can't refuse consent," Griffin sternly detailed. "Your car will be searched when impounded so it's a mute point really."

"Fuck," Lindsay cursed as she felt herself shrinking into her seat.

"I will radio in for a tow truck," Griffin said as he walked back to his vehicle.

"Tough breaks," Irvine mentioned. He paused and looked at Lindsay. "Look, the impoundment is at our discretion. Will you consent to the search?" he asked.

"Alright, I am not really hiding anything." Lindsay answered. She was now desperately trying to be cooperative. "It's just a little embarrassing," Lindsay added, glancing down at the dildo.

"Calm down. Remember we are the good guys. We see all kinds of things," Irvine urged.

Lindsay got out of her car. She thought, 'At least this guy is nicer than his partner,"

"Good. Working with us makes things much easier," Irvine proclaimed.

Griffin returned from his car. "The line to the tow yard is busy," he announced.

"Griff, Lindsay here is consenting to the search," Irvine said, praising Lindsay's decision.

"Very well, let's give him some space," Griffin explained as he directed Lindsay to walk away from the vehicle.

Lindsay followed Griffin as he walked towards a spiral staircase leading the second of two floors. "This is an old toy car factory. It was famous back in the day. The history is fascinating. It was slated to be torn down, but now it is supposed to be a historic landmark.

"Really, this is that factory," Lindsay remarked. "We just learned about this in my Urban Revival studies course."

"Let me show you," Griffin offered as he waited for Lindsay to catch up to him.

Irvine flashed Griffin an okay sign as he began to search Lindsay's Dodge Challenger. He kept an eye focused on Lindsay's nice ass as she and Griffin made their way up the stairs. Irvine snapped his fingers as he saw the pair disappear inside the building.

Irvine found another dildo under Lindsay's seat. The search continued as he found some weed and a pipe under the passenger floorboards. Irvine was very good at locating what many other cops would easily miss. His experience paid off when he ran his hand inside the spare tire.

Irvine felt the bulge in his pants grow. He quickly grabbed a bag and began tossing items inside it. He was whistling by the time he got upstairs.

"You're back," Griffin announced as Irvine opened the door. "Lindsay here was just showing her appreciation."

"I see," Irvine replied as he took in the a wild scene. Lindsay was already on her knees and was running her hand along the outline of Griffin's cock. His stiffening erection was pushing up against his pants.

"Good girl," Griffin uttered as he pulled Lindsay's head closer to his belt buckle.

"I brought some things up from the car," Irvine declared. "We are going to let a hell of a lot slide if you put on a show for us."

Lindsay nodded her head forward briskly.

"Excellent," Griffin shouted boldly as Irvine tossed Lindsay her cheerleading outfit.

"Put that on," Irvine commanded placing the weed, pipe, and bag of white power he found taped in the spare tire in her hand. "Indulge yourself and then please us. If you're good we never saw anything." Irvine motioned for Lindsay to go around the corner to change if she liked.

Lindsay knew she was really in a bind now. She forgot about the nose candy that she stashed in the tire right after buying the car. She put on her cheerleading outfit. Short shorts and a low cut top didn't leave too much to the imagination. LIndsay wasn't sure what would happen next. At least the detectives were fairly attractive. Irvine was in his thirties and Griffin was in his forties. They were in good shape. She was surprised at how good of a job they had done disguising themselves as a pair of gangsters.

As she thought about the two detectives. She found herself oddly drawn towards Griffin. He had been much harsher with her, but as he was nicer to her she liked the control he maintained.

They were gangster cops in her mind. She knew they were about to cross well over the line of duty. Yet, she also realized they had plenty on her to get her in serious trouble.

Lindsay emerged donning the cheerleader outfit and started to dance for the detectives.

"Good girl," Irvine hooted at her as she began to lower her top.

"Very nice," Griffin echoed. "You know I just got an idea."

"What idea is that?" Lindsay asked. She wanted to slap herself as the words came out a lot sexier than intended.

Griffin pulled a box out of his pocket.

"We need help learning more about this," Griffin announced as he opened the box and removed the lid.

Lindsay got closer. "Drugs?" she asked.

"We started seeing this recently in urban areas," Irvine explained. "The lab has already tested it for safety."

"That's right," Griffin continued. "It has been tested on a few male subjects, who reported increased awareness and heightened sensitivity. Some things remain a mystery. It is rumored to have additional effects on females."

"Effects of a sexual nature," Irvine declared.

"You want me to take some?" Lindsay asked. The irony of being offered what was likely an illegal substance by the police was not lost on her.

"You compromised our work to disrupt the flow of this stuff. Taking some is the least you could do to repay the community," Griffin commanded in a serious tone.