Lindsay strapped on her duty belt and straightened her badge. She has been a police offer in the city for ten years. At 34, she is in as good of shape as she was when she was in the academy and Lindsay took pride in that.
"Have a good shift, give'em hell."
John, Lindsay's husband always said the same thing to her before she left the house for each shift. Lindsay hopped in her patrol car and drove off to work.
"Ok everyone, listen up. The gas station on 9th and Sampson Street was robbed at gun point on day shift. Be on the lookout for a blue sedan driven by a black male in his early twenties. Suspect is believed to be 20 year old RJ McCallister. If you see this car, immediately call it in. Do not approach the suspect until back up arrives."
Lindsay took notes as her Captain briefed the squad about the robbery. After a few more minor details, the squad was dismissed and Lindsay hit the street.
The first few hours of the shift were slow. A few minor calls but nothing exciting. Lindsay made her usual building checks and made her way to the park. The park closes at 10 p.m. and Lindsay usually stops by around 10:30 and kicks out anyone still there. On average there will be a few cars, mostly teenagers at that time.
As Lindsay pulled into the parking lot, she didn't notice anything suspicious. She made her way around the horseshoe style driveway of the park when something caught her eye. Out away from the lot, on the grass was a blue sedan.
"No way, that can't be the one."
Lindsay spoke softly out loud to herself. She knew her captain said to call for backup but Lindsay didn't want to scare the perp off of he was still in the car. She drove back out of the park and parked her cruiser a hundred yards or so away on the side of the road.
Lindsay made her way on foot back to the park. It was quiet and it appeared that no one was around. She approached the vehicle from the rear and peaked inside. It was empty.
Disappointed, Lindsay sighed and grabbed her radio to call it in.
"Adam 1 to central"
"Go ahead Adam 1"
Before Lindsay could respond, she felt cold pressure on the back of her head. She didn't have to turn around to know what it was.
"Adam 1 proceed"
A quiet voice behind her spoke softly,
"Tell them nothing."
Lindsay paused for a second and raised her radio to her mouth, "Disregard that central."
"10-4"
Lindsay quickly reached for her gun. A quicker hand grabbed her wrist as she did.
"Nice try."
The mystery person grabbed Lindsay's gun and spun her around. It was him. The gas station robber. Lindsay didn't need her notes, he matched the description perfectly. It was RJ.
"Listen, you don't have to do this, just let me go, I won't say anything, I promise!"
Lindsay pleaded with the man. He didn't believe her and she knew it. He grabbed her by the arm while continuing to point his gun to her head. The perp led her to the front of the blue sedan. He took a long look at her from head to toe. Lindsay stayed quiet as he studied her and pondered his next move.
After a few seconds the young black man reached behind Lindsay and removed her handcuffs from their pouch. Lindsay pulled away at first as he attempted to grab her wrists but Lindsay thought better of it when he pointed his gun at her face.
"That's it, don't fight it. Cooperate and I just might let you live."
He cuffed Lindsay's wrists in the front. Lindsay was angry with herself for letting this happen. "Why didn't I just do what the Captain said?", Lindsay thought to herself.
Lindsay knew that she was in big trouble. The park was her sector so no one would be coming by until morning shift.
"So, Officer..." the perp looked down at Lindsay's name tag, "Davis. I gotta say, you are way to sexy to be a cop. Let me see just what you're working with."
RJ pulled apart the buttons on Lindsay's shirt one by one starting from the top. As he got down to her duty belt, he slipped his fingers inside her shirt and spread it apart. Lindsay's pink bra was the only thing seperating her DD tits from RJ. Lindsay had a bad habit of not wearing her bulletproof vest, this would have at least been another obstacle for him to get by and maybe buy her some time.
Lindsay pleaded. "Please don't do this, I promise you I'll let you go and won't say a word to anyone."
"Now we both know that's not gonna happen. If I were you I'd just sit back and relax before I go making rash decisions on what to do with you."
RJ ran his fingers down Lindsay's tone belly and to her belt. Slowly, he unclasped her duty belt and let it fall to the ground. Lindsay began to accept what was about to happen and just hoped that he would let her live.
RJ knelt down in front of Lindsay and began to untie her boots. He slipped them off one by one. As he tugged on her socks next, he stopped for a second, then stood up. Knowing he couldn't get Linday's shirt off without uncuffing her, he pulled out a switch blade and cut it off. He then layed the shirt on the ground and continued to remove Lindsay's socks. A wave of confusion went though Lindsay's mind. "Was that a sign of compassion? Was this guy really concerned about my bare feet in the dirt?" Lindsay thought to herself as RJ placed Lindsay's feet on her tattered work shirt.
RJ stood up and admired his work. Lindsay stood before him, her huge tits were squeezed together in her pink bra due to her hands being cuffed. RJ leaned in close to Lindsay. He looked her in the eyes as he reached down to her pants and slowly unbottoned them. As he gently pulled down her zipper, an unexpected rush went through Lindsay's body. Her lips began to quiver and she let out a faint moan.
"Oh my god, what is happening? Why am I enjoying this? I can't let him know that. I have to control myself."
Lindsay pleaded with herself in her head. She couldn't believe the emotion she was experiencing right now.
RJ smirked as Lindsay let out her tell. He knew what happened and wasn't going to let her hide it. He finished unzipping her pants and slid them down. Lindsay stepped out of them as they fell to her ankles. She was now in nothing but a her pink bra and matching underwear. Lindsay was pleased with herself that she was actually wearing matching underwear. She was actually enjoying the fact that this much younger man was seeing her in her sexiest underwear.
RJ looked around the park. Not a soul in sight. He pulled his white T-shirt over his head revealing his 8 pack abs and strong biceps. Lindsay couldn't help herself. She didn't want to let him know she liked what she saw but she couldn't look away. RJ continued slowly. He unfastened his belt and pulled down his jeans. Unlike what he did with Lindsay, RJ managed to slide his pants off without taking his shoes off. He was down to his tight boxer briefs. Lindsay glanced down to his groin. She couldn't believe what she saw. The outline of RJ's cock stretched all the way across his thigh. RJ watched as Lindsay's eyes were focused on his package. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist it. Not many women can.
"Do you want to see it?"
Lindsay's eyes finally broke away and she looked up at RJ as he asked his question. She used everything she had to manage to say, "fuck you." She wanted it to appear that she she was still very opposed to this situation.
"Well I have a hard time believing you judging by the wet spot in those pink panties."
Lindsay didn't have to look or even touch her panties to know they were getting wet. She could feel it. She was so turned on by RJ's cock that her pussy became soaked with juices.
"I'll tell you what, I'll make a deal with you Officer Davis. If you can resist my dick for the next half hour, I'll give you your gun back and cuff myself while you call me in and send me to jail."
Lindsay looked away while she pondered his wager.
"And if I can't?"
Lindsay didn't even want to ask the question and give him the satisfaction, but she had to make a decision if she wanted to get out of this alive.
"Well if you can't resist, then you gotta let me go."