Imagines Book

10.2 Arrested

VERY MATURE CONTENT. Also this is done to be kind of ironic, sarcastic, and humoristic. Don't ever take me seriously.

Narrator

The elevator stops a couple of minutes after. The doors open, revealing a really nice hallway. It looked like the hall to the suite of one of the most expensive hotels ever known.

She steps out first, leading the way.

It might be like a secret place where they interrogate suspects, like in the movies.

He thought.

But then again, his only crime was masturbate while driving, not killing anyone. And suspect of what? He was caught right in the act.

He shook his head, letting go of his fantasies of it being like a movie. He kept walking at the same pace as her.

They turn lefts and rights, finally stopping in front of a golden door. She puts the keys in the hole, unlocking and opening the door.

"Please sir, have a sit." She suggets, signaling to the red velvet couch on the big, spacious living room.

Once sat, her uniform jacket slips down her arms. He gasps, seeing her breasts popping out of her under shirt and bra.

Grayson hides his faces, covering his enthusiasm. (Like in the media)

Her hips seems wider now. She wears her work pants and the belt, carrying her weapon and walkie. Her waist is really small, and her boobs fairly big.

She undoes her belt, setting it down with her other pieces of clothing.

She had big thighs, wide hips and really smooth skin.

Her hands go to the button of her pants, also undoing it, and the zipper.

They fall to her feet. She stands showing her sexy, tan legs, big booty uncovered, with a black laced thong decorating the view.

She bends down, sexily, reaching for her uniform's belt. Her small hands grab the silvery, metallic bracelets.

"I'm glad to say, Mr Dolan, you are arrested."

He stays quiet, surprised and taken aback of what is happening.

How the fuck did she get my name?

Why is she a police officer?

Marry me?

He thought, still dazed as she walked to him.

To him she could be a top model. Maybe Latin American, just because her small, wide, and hot frame said so.

She locks the cuffs on the unnoticed rings placed on the wall, on each side of the sofa. His hand being linked with it.

His other wrist rest on the back of the couch, also locked in a pair of silvery rings.

"I will have to ask you, sir, to open your legs." She says, with her knees touching his.

He does as she says, opening his legs not too wide as he tries to hide the bulge that was forming.

She turns around, walking to the coffee table, grabbing a little remote and pressing a button.

The room now is lighten by low lights, with slow music playing on the background, through the house's speakers.

I wonder if she does this with everyone she arrests...

Ew.

He thinks.

Now, her hips sway to rhythm of the music. She walks closer to his face, almost rubbing her butt with his nose.

Her lap dancing stars. Her naked cheeks nearing the big bulge.

He wants to move and touch her, but the cuffs ban him from it.

She strokes his hair, kisses his face with her big, odd lips, and moves her hips, now facing him.

She suddenly stops, uncuffing the young man's hands. Her smily face turned to a serious frown.

He looks happy now that he's hands are free.

"You see this?" She asks, with a loud, high pitched voice. Her hands gripping his manhood not carefully at all.

He squeaks as she tightens her grip on his dick. "Fix it!" She demands, aggressively unzipping his khakis.

His long-like-the-horizon cock is released and stroked by his hand.

He masturbates, while she's watching him.

She removes her thin top and bra, sitting down on an armchair placed right in front of the red velvet couch. Her black, laced, soaked undies slid down her smooth legs.

Her legs opened wide, showing her clam.

Words: 692 ;)