Amanda had only been a police officer for a couple of years, but this certainly wasn't the first time she had been required to interview a potential witness. Her department had been called to respond to a reported home invasion in which one of the residents had been shot. He hadn't been seriously injured, but the shooter and any people he may have been with had gotten away. The two people that were home at the time of the shooting, the victim and his roommate, had refused to cooperate with the police, giving them no information at all on who the shooter may be. Amanda had returned to the house a day later to speak to the roommate once again.
"Look, Colin," she said as the two sat in the living room of the house on couches opposite each other. "I know there's something you're not telling me." She had been spending the last twenty minutes trying to get the information out of him and was now growing frustrated. "Why won't you talk to me?"
"Listen Amanda," Colin said. He had insisted upon calling her by her first name, even though she had introduced herself as Constable Randall. "You're asking me to take a serious risk here. I just can't do that."
"I told you before, if you're worried someone might hurt you we can provide you with protection."
"What are you going to do, put my house under surveillance? Do you really think that will help me? If you want me to give you any information, you'll need to do something for me."
"Like what?" Amanda asked, not appreciating the sentiment.
"Tell you what," he said. "Suck my dick and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
"Excuse me?" Amanda said, shocked at the request.
"You heard me," Colin replied. "I think you're fucking hot. Ever since I saw you drive up yesterday I've had a massive hard-on just thinking about seeing you naked."
"I'm not going to give you oral sex in exchange for information!" she said.
"Suit yourself," he replied, crossing his arms.
Amanda looked at him for a moment and had to admit that he was a very attractive man. He was about thirty years old and appeared to be in very good shape. He had ice-blue eyes and a smile that he had probably used to melt many women's hearts in the past. She was surprised to find herself considering his offer. She really wanted to get his statement, and she knew that it would look great on her file. She also knew that giving him a blowjob really wasn't a big deal. How many cocks had she sucked in her life? Thirty? Forty? What was one more, especially if it meant getting some valuable information regarding a shooting?
"Just tell me what I need to know," she said. "No one will find out that you told me anything."
"Bullshit," he said. "You want the info, I want you naked and on your knees."
"You never said anything about naked," she said. Instantly, she knew that she had betrayed her thoughts. She should have argued the morals of sucking him off in the first place, not the conditions under which she would do it.
"A blowjob just isn't the same if the girl isn't naked. Besides, you're going to be sucking my dick anyway, who cares if I see you naked?"
She noticed that he had spoken as if it were a foregone conclusion, that she would, indeed, be sucking his dick.
"I have your word that you'll give me a full statement afterwards?"
"You have my word," he replied.
