(Thanks to the Literotica editor who helped me with this story and to the friend who inspired me to write it. Hope you all enjoy it.)
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Eve violently thrashes about as two arresting officers, drag her into the station.
"Let me go, you fucking pigs! I didn't do anything wrong!" She screams, drawing the attention of everyone in the quiet precinct. There's a murderous look in her baby blue eyes as her gaze travels around the room. She's like a viper, ready to strike anyone who gets too close.
The burly men on either side of her tighten their grip around her thin upper arms, making it impossible for her to break free of their grasp.
"I SAID LET ME GO!"
"What's going on?" asks an officer, rising from his seat. He glances at the clock noting the time. It's past 2:00 a.m. The last thing he wants to do is deal with a rowdy girl after already working a thirteen hour shift.
"David, Sir. This girl, Eve Wentworth, was caught drinking and driving. She almost plowed into a couple of people who were walking in the crosswalk. Instead, she ended up crashing her shiny Jaguar into a telephone pole. She doesn't seem to be injured, though." One of the officers replies. His tone of voice would suggest that he's disappointed, on the fact of the matter. An annoyed expression crosses his face as she rams back her elbow, knocking a steaming cup of coffee onto the spotless tile floor.
Eve turns her attention to the police officer named, David. He must be the one in charge.
She arches her back, lifts her shoulders and turns up her nose at the sight of him. A smoldering look of defiance appears on her pretty face.
"I was-wasn't drinking and-and driving! Those stupid kids ran in-into the street!" she cries out, slightly slurring her words. Her whole body sways to the right and he isn't sure if it's due to the alcohol or her weak attempt at fighting off his men.
She begins cursing, spouting out any and every inappropriate word she can think of as the cops usher her into a nearby room.
It's sparsely furnished and brightly lit. There isn't a long rectangular mirror lining the wall so she knows she's not in some kind of a holding cell.
Closing the office door behind them, the men in blue block the exit like menacing bodyguards.
The sight would be amusing if she wasn't so pissed off. She begins pacing the room like a caged, wild animal and places her hands on her hips in frustration.
"Where were you headed?" David questions in an authoritive tone. This is nothing new to him and he runs his fingers through his short brown hair, studying her intently. He's dealt with these kinds of women before. They think that they are infallible to the law and with Daddy's money and a good lawyer, they can get out of any sticky situation.
The young woman before him looks like she's in her twenties and is a petite, little thing with long, sandy blonde hair and pale yet stunning blue eyes. She's wearing a tight, almost obscene, white dress that zips up the back. The V-neck collar is very low cut, showing off an ample amount of cleavage. The revealing outfit must be at least two sizes too small, even for her slender small frame. Her large breasts are ready to leap out of the damn thing.
David licks his lips as his gaze travels downward.
The edge of her dress barely covers her firm, round ass, and his eyes linger on it as she vibrantly moves about the small room.
Obviously, she's left her panties at home, he thinks to himself, as he sees no visible trace of a panty line. It makes his cock stir.
"I was leaving a party. I was heading home and yes... I-I've had a couple of drinks, but that's it!" She huffs, abruptly stopping to stare at him. She eyes him up and down, as if acknowledging him for the first time.
He jots down a few notes, then stands and strolls toward her.
Before he can say anything, Eve steps forward and coyly slides her right hand up and down his muscular arm, caressing it gently.
She doesn't care that the other officers are in the room.
Her bold mood surprises David and he glances over at his men.
"Gentlemen, you can go. I'll... interrogate this girl on my own."
Without turning to watch, Eve hears the men exit the room.
Her eyes drift from his broad chest, down to his muscular abs and she purses her lips. He has a very well-defined frame. He's one of the few men who doesn't look like they've raided a donut shop. Not only that, he towers over her small size. She finds it appealing yet intimidating. As their eyes meet, she notices light flecks of gold in his green eyes.
"Please, officer, let me go..." she says, quietly. Her voice is harmonizing like a siren's song and her whole demeanor has suddenly transformed.
"Really, officer, those kids ran into the street, and I swerved to miss them." she pleads, biting her bottom lip while leaning into his body. She does not want to be locked up here all night, and she'll do whatever needs to be done to leave.
Eve prides herself on being a flirt and a little temptress. He's a man and she knows just how to deal with them.
She covers her hand over his and slowly guides it to her ass, placing it on her plump flesh. She even digs her fingers into the back of his hand, making him squeeze her little rear-end. Tilting her head, she gazes up at him innocently with her big blue eyes.
David allows his hand to rest there, memorizing the smooth curve of her ass. Damn, it's so nice and firm. It perfectly molds to his large hand.
Indulging, he presses his fingertips into the indentation between her cheeks and slowly pets her there.
God, his cock is being strangled in the confines of his slacks. He looks down at her and notices a sly, triumphant smile on her face.
Suddenly, he jerks away and tightly grips her by the wrist.
"Sorry, little slut but you're flirting and teasing isn't going to get you out of this," he answers harshly, his eyes growing cold. How could he let himself become her prey?
Furious, not only because she won't be going home, but also because he rejected her ploy, she lunges at him. She claws his arms with her neatly manicured nails, before curling her hands into tiny fists and pounding relentlessly against his broad chest.
"You know, young lady, I could arrest you right now for assaulting an officer," he remarks with an amused smile playing across his lips.
She isn't hurting him in the least, but she is making his night a lot more interesting.
His casual, mocking response only enrages her more, and she retaliates by meeting his gaze and spitting in his face.
"You're a cock-sucking asshole! I demand my phone call!"
As his temper skyrockets, David roughly grabs her by the arm, throws open the door and yanks her down the hall.
"You fucking cunt! He mutters, wiping off his face with his free hand. He starts to tow her down the corridor to the holding cells, where the other inmates are but then changes his mind.
"You need a lesson in respect!" He growls and drags her towards the back of the building, towards the unoccupied cells. No one can hear them back here. No one will disturb them.
Taken off guard, Eve begins struggling against him. She's kicking and screaming, and he finally has to haul her over his shoulder.
As she squirms, his slides his hands up the back of her smooth suntan legs, holding her in place. He takes the opportunity to massage them, pushing her skirt up a little higher up her thighs, all the while keeping a steady stride.
The conniving whore doesn't seem to notice.
As he marches down the hall, he's keenly aware of her wonderful tits bouncing against his back with every step he takes.
Since no one is around, he parts her thighs and slips his hand farther up her legs and under her short skirt. His finger glides along the length of her bare slit and the pressure naturally parts her silky folds.
Without warning, he thrusts his finger into her tight pussy and begins paddling it in and out of her cunt.
