Lena strode through the neon-lit streets of New Compliance, her leather jacket hugging her curves like a dare. At 23, she'd perfected the art of dodging the daily humiliations—until Officer Kane blocked her path with that smug grin. 'Routine strip search, miss. You know the drill.'
She arched an eyebrow, hands on hips. 'Routine? That's what you called it last week when you 'examined' my ass for a full ten minutes. Getting creative with the law, or just horny on the clock?'
Kane chuckled, stepping closer. 'Public safety requires thoroughness. Jacket off, then the rest. Or do I need to call for backup?'
'Backup for little old me? How adorable.' Lena shrugged off her jacket, then peeled away her top in one fluid motion, revealing lace that barely contained her. 'Happy? Or shall I continue the show while you sweat through that uniform?'
His eyes darkened as she unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to expose smooth skin. 'You're dripping already, aren't you? The facility reports say you're quite the responsive one.'
'Responsive, not submissive,' she shot back, stepping out of her panties. 'My pussy's wet because I choose it to be. Now, get on with your little inspection before I report you for unprofessional lingering.'
Kane's hands were on her then, professional at first—palming her breasts, then lower, fingers grazing her slick folds. But the tension crackled. 'Hard to stay detached when you're this horny,' he muttered.
Lena pushed him back against the alley wall, her strong grip unbuckling his belt. 'Detached? Your cock's rock hard already. Let's skip the pretense.' She dropped to her knees for a sharp, teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he groaned. 'That's it—pant for me.'
He came fast, cum spilling over her lips, but she wasn't done. Rising, she spun him around, pressing her ass against his still-hard length. 'Fuck me properly, officer. Make it explosive.' Sweating and panting, they collided—his cock thrusting deep into her pussy, her strong thighs locking him in as she rode him against the wall. Dripping with sweat, she climaxed first, then again as he filled her, their witty barbs turning to moans in the public shadows. 'Next time, try the facility,' she whispered, dressing with a smirk. 'I hear the orgasms are mandatory—and public.'
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