Unknown - The big whip-off

It took a good deal of wrestling. Most of with was forcing the men still straining to get a good look at the fabulously nude females back out of the truck, before the heavy doors clanged shut and were locked.

Kay and Leslie sat opposite each other, hands still cuffed behind their backs, and there was a police officer sitting next to each of them.

The truck was hardly in gear before Kay turned toward the officer assigned to guard her. "You know it really wasn't our fault." Her lower lip was trembling slightly. Making her look so sad and troubled, softly innocent. "And it's so cold sitting here like this."

Leslie leaned back against the wall of the truck, her eyes scrunching closed. Oh God, she thought. Here it comes.

"I'm so very, very cold." Kay's soft eyes were silently pleading with the patrol man. "Are they turning blue yet?" Her body had turned at the waist and Kay was thrusting both of her exposed breasts directly at the man.

"What? You mean your… Well they're… I mean," he stammered. Zeroing his eyes in one the lush mounds as if he hadn't noticed her state of undress before.

"I can hardly feel a thing, they're so cold. You don't think I'll get gangrene?" Kay pouted.

I'm going to be sick, Leslie thought. For as long as she had known Kay, the girl simply had no self control. She couldn't be around a cute guy for longer than five seconds before her pussy began to pucker up. It was embarrassing!

"I… I don't think so. It sure would be a waste though," the man said thoughtfully.

"Couldn't you check for me? I'm so worried." Those pleading eyes of hers could melt even Donald Trump's heart.

"Well I guess…" He wasn't sure this was part of his line of duty, but he was supposed to make sure she made it down to the station safely and in one piece. His hand came out to lightly brush over one of Kay's full chest mounds. It was far from cold.

"The other one is cold too," a breathy voice reminded him.

The officer nodded. He felt rather silly for not having thought of that himself as he reached out with his other hand so he could test both breasts at the same time.

"Oooh! That's so much better. But I'm afraid I'm cold in so many places."

Somehow without moving her chest from his hands, Kay twisted the rest of her body around on the bench seat. Her legs spreading slightly as she did so, and a tuft of her red pubic hair poked out from the tattered remains of her tights.

"Where else are you cold?" the officer asked helpfully.

"All over. Oh I wish I could show you exactly where," she said in a little girl whine.

This is too much! Doesn't she have the slightest trace of self respect? How can she act like this? Leslie asked herself. But she already knew the answer. Kay had the morals of an alley cat in heat.

"What about here?"

The officer slid one hand down along the trim edge of Kay's rib cage. The other hand of course stayed right on her breast. Couldn't run the risk of frost bite occurring while he was checking her. What would the Captain say?

"Yes. There and everywhere."

It didn't take long before the testing hand was nestled between Kay's widely spread thighs. The torn tights didn't hamper the officer's fingers a bit as he checked around for more signs of frost bite. "Ooohhh yes! Oh I'm feeling warmer already. You're so cleaver."

Kay twisted her body around so she was leaning back against the cute officer. During this transition, his hand never left the tight confines of her female junction. His two inserted fingers being held firmly in place.

"You're so very… very… cleaver," she said in a husky, sexy voice.

Her lips were on his chin, lightly kissing as they made their way up to his mouth. Her tongue softly parted his lips, then bravely invaded his waiting mouth. Her hands being cuffed didn't prevent Kay's fingers from working his zipper open, or pulling out his cock.

"If just your fingers can make me feel warm, I wonder what this could do?" she asked as she massaged his dick into a full erection. "Well… I don't…"

"Well I do!"

Kay was up, spinning her legs around and sitting back down on his lap. His cock sinking right into her wet pussy before the officer knew what was happening.

The guard next to Leslie looked like he was watching a tennis game. His head kept bouncing from side to side as he looked at what was happening across the way, then over to the dark haired nymph next to him.

Leslie noticed and couldn't help but think, "Don't even think about it scum ball. Just because Kay's always in rut doesn't mean I am. I have self control. I respect myself."

"How about you?" her leering officer asked. "Are you cold?"

Leslie didn't answer. Still leaning back against the side of the truck, she closed her eyes so she didn't have to look at him anymore. She felt insulted that the man could even compare her to Kay in such a disgusting way.

"Well maybe we better just give you a quick check over anyway," the man offered.

His style was different from that of his partner. First he didn't waste any time in getting started. Second, he believed oral temperature testing might be more accurate. Leaning over, he took one of Leslie's nipples in his mouth and sucked on it greedily.

He pulled her legs apart with one hand, shoving two fingers into her pussy with the other!

"No…don't!" she begged as she squirmed around under his pressing weight.

"What's wrong?" he growled, hoping he hadn't gotten the wrong girl.

"I… don't you…"

"Yeah, what?" Damn it! Jerry was going to get fucked, and fucked good, while I sit here having to jerk off because this cold fish doesn't want to put out.

His fingers were still pumping in and out of Leslie's pussy, which was sure wet enough.

"Don't you… Don't you think we could fuck better if you got your cock out for me?"

The guy almost hurt himself as he pulled his pants off. It took him three stabs before he had the girl speared on his rod. After that all he had to do was lay back and enjoy. She was moving and humping around enough for the both of them.

Leslie was thoroughly enjoying the therapeutic fuck. It made all the pain in her head go away. And best of all, she still had her dignity.

She wasn't some easy slut like Kay.

Hell, the man had all but raped her, right?

She'd held him off for as long as she could, now all she could do was make the best of the situation.

God, but it was nice getting out of the office for lunch.

Edwin Coddler was mad!

He was a partner for Christ sakes. Why should he be the one having to deal with this foolishness? He belonged back his office, safe within the confines of the prestigious law firm. Certainly not here, wondering the halls of a police station. Just look at all these people. Criminals! And heaven only knows what they were all here for, or what they were capable of doing.

He had looked at a few of them, guessing at why they might have been arrested. He wasn't having much luck. The only criminals he had ever known were people who had cheated on their income taxes, or who had gotten too many traffic tickets. The people he was looking at here didn't seem to fit into the same mold at all.

These people all looked desperate and scary. Not the sort of people he had gone into law to help. As he looked around shaking his head, Edwin doubted there was a single person here who had the six digit annual income needed to afford his services.

Now, more than ever, he simply wanted to get this over with. He was upset Johnson called. Suggesting firmly that Edwin handle this personally. Even though he was in the middle of a police station, Edwin wasn't feeling safe. Could you get held up in jail?

At the front desk he had been given a map to guide him to the interrogation room his clients were in, but the more he looked at it, the less sure Edwin was that he was going in the right direction. More and more he felt as if he had been tricked. It was as if they were trying to get him lost on purpose. Were they trying to scare him to the point that they could get him to bribe them into letting him out? Edwin wasn't sure if police men would do such a thing, but he was feeling positive he was lost.