Cuff Me and Stuff Me
By Nicole Draylock
Copyright 2012 Nicole Draylock
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Kimberly watched him from across the room. He was all muscle and hot masculinity and he was flirting with every woman at the party. His costume, a police uniform, was what had initially caught her eye. She was a sucker for a hot cop, and she felt his uniform was a perfect match for her own costume, a street walking trollops dream ensemble.
Sauntering over to him as he moved to the bar to get a drink, she made up her mind to go all out and see where it might lead. If she played this right perhaps she would get to live out one of her favorite fantasies tonight. Leaning on the bar right beside him, her skimpy vinyl outfit displaying more of her body than it hid, she asked the bartender for a highball and turned to scan the room, hiking one leg up over a bar stool possessively.
She had put the bait out there and she waited to see if he would nibble. From the corner of her eye she could see him turn toward her and the slow movement of his head as he looked her up and down. Giving him a moment to take in her long trim body, the vinyl corset top and matching short shorts, and the six inch stilettos that just screamed “fuck me now”, she licked her lips slowly without appearing to notice him at all.
“Excuse me miss, we’ve had reports of illicit behavior in this area tonight, can you tell me what you are doing here dressed like that?”
She was ecstatic; he was going to stay in character. “I’m just out for a stroll tonight officer, I’m a good girl, a very good girl” she said looking directly at him for the first time and giving him a wink. “Wanna find out how good I am?” she asked, thinking as she did that it would have been an even better stereotype if she were smacking a large gob of gum.
“Miss, you fit the description of our perp; I think you need to come with me downtown for questioning” he replied.
Kimberly couldn’t help but think this could move faster than even she had predicted, but he was hot and this was her fantasy. “I’m just a girl trying to make a living, why do you have to harass an innocent working girl like me for?”
“Ma’am, if you’ll accompany me, we’ll establish your innocence or guilt downtown.”
As he stood up she realized he was not only built he was tall, easily six inches or so taller than her, and as he grabbed her upper arm, she could feel his strength. For just a moment she considered backing out of this. She had no idea about this guy, for all she knew he was a serial killer, but her panties were soaking from their byplay and she really wanted to experience her fantasy. She allowed him to lead her from the bar and out into the street. He walked her to around the side of the building to his car which was parked along the dark street.
“Place your hands on the trunk Miss” he said as he led her to the back of the car.
Obedient, she bent forward slightly and placed her palms on the cool steel of his trunk. As she did so and looked back over her shoulder he slid his foot between hers and with a series of gentle bumps made her spread her legs out.
“I’m going to frisk you for weapons now” he told her. “Do not move or I’ll have to get rough with you” he said his heavy night stick in pressed against her lower back. Kimberly was impressed with the authenticity of his costume.
“How about a freebee and we forget about this?” she ventured, thinking that would be the reasonable offer in a situation like this.
“Ma’am, attempting to bribe an officer of the law is a serious offense” he replied as his hands worked down her body “checking” for weapons.
This guy was good, and she might have wondered if she hadn’t accidentally propositioned a real officer if his hand hadn’t found its way to her crotch stroking across taught material over her sex several times.
“I believe we’re going to need to search you thoroughly back at the station” he said, straightening and slapping a heavy cuff on one of her wrists. Walking behind her he pulled the arm to her back and grabbed her other wrist pulling it behind her as well. She was standing beside a sexy man in a police uniform, dressed like a streetwalker in handcuffs. It was sexy as hell, but she hoped none of her coworkers happened to drive by at that moment.
He led her by the arm to the side of his car and opened the rear door, pushing her into the seat. Closing the door he got in the car and pulled out into traffic. With more time to think now, she became apprehensive. What if this guy was a rapist or serial killer? “Well” she thought, “if he’s a rapist how will I know since I fully intend to get some?” The thought made her chuckle.
The ride was over quickly and to her surprise they pulled into an actual station house. She couldn’t believe it, he was a real cop!
“Oh god, I thought we were just playing out a fantasy, I’m an accountant really, I was just at the party hoping to get laid, I’m not really a working girl” she said, abandoning her character and hoping he would understand.
“That’s what they all say, now shut up while I take you in for questioning” he said, pulling her from the car. As he walked her through the doors into the police station lobby he was greeted with a nod by the clerk at the front desk.
“Buzz me through to the interrogation rooms; I got another one to question” he told the desk clerk.
With a buzz and a clanging of metal the door leading into the parts of a station that Kimberly had only seen on television opened and he guided her through into a warren of small rooms. He led her to the second door on the right and opening it, he took her into an unadorned room featuring two metal chairs and a low metal table. She could not believe how closely it resembled the interrogation rooms she had seen in all those cop shows she watched.
He removed one cuff, only to slide it through a ring on the table and cuff it again in front of her. She was now bound to the table, and if this were still her fantasy playing out, no doubt she would be having the time of her life. As it was, she was terrified and imagined that her professional life might well be over.
She was trembling, and nothing he was doing was comforting her. He stepped out for a moment, and returned carrying a clipboard. He began asking her questions. When he began asking her how long she had been working the streets she protested but he began to mark things down anyway. When he started asking her about specific sex acts she thought surely the blush on her face would tell him she wasn’t really a professional, but instead he just switched to asking her if she was involved with narcotics trafficking and who her pimp was.