The Straight and Narrow

Getting tangled with the law has never been this much fun...

Transcript:

“Stop right there, Officer Max Samuelson, Hillsborough Police! Chelsea Garcia, you’re under arrest for petty theft, forgery, and receipt of stolen goods. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney and you can choose to exercise these rights at anytime. Do you confirm that you have been read and understand these rights?”

Chelsea allowed Officer Samuelson to secure her hands behind her as she heaved a wistful sigh. That was the last time she was opening the door for a handsome stranger.

“You forgot to mention that if I cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to me by the state and yes, I understand.”

“Uh…right, yeah.” Samuelson entered a more relaxed stance, but still kept a hand on his hip, “Been arrested much?”

Chelsea laughed, “Me? Heavens no.”

Chelsea paused to examine her captor: over six foot, chiseled muscle beneath his well fitted uniform, dirty blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a size twelve shoe—you know what they say about men with a large shoe sizes—and no ring on his finger. The type of guy she would’ve enjoyed the company of, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was arresting her, but that could be dealt with. Damn, she was really starting to get as devious as the real Chelsea.

“You want to hear something crazy, Max? I have a confession to make.” That certainly got Officer Samuelson’s attention.

“I used to be just like you, more so than you realize. I too used to be a police officer. I was actually a Sergeant, Sergeant Chad Baker out of Precinct 14, also known as Midtown South in South Manhattan, ever heard of him? He disappeared a couple of years ago while on duty, got suckered in by a pretty face—can you guess who?—to lowering his guard and wham! The next thing I knew, I was her and she was me! Don’t ask how, cause I don’t know how she did it, all I know is that she’s somewhere out there with my body clean and free while I’ve had to deal with her mess. It didn’t take long for me to learn that Chelsea had gotten onto the wrong side of the law, which was why she’d used me as an out. I spent the last two years running and hiding, and learning a few new skills along the way. I didn’t have a choice, turning myself in and telling the truth would’ve meant a one way ticket to the loony bin.”

Chelsea turned around and allowed herself to gravitate towards Officer Samuelson, one slow step at a time until she was right in front of him, looking up innocently into his eyes. She knew he would be able to smell her faint floral perfume now, a reminder of her enticing femininity. She placed a hand softly on his chest. It looked so small there.

Chelsea continued, her voice barely trembling above a whisper, “So why am I telling you this? Well, you seem like a pretty reasonable guy and I think we could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. All I want is to live a clean, normal life and I think you’re in the perfect position to help out. I understand that as a peace officer, it would never rest easy on your conscience to receive indescribably indulgent favors from an experienced harlot in exchange for letting her go, which is why I propose a probationary period during which I live with you, posing as your girlfriend to avoid suspicion. Hell, I’ll even help you install cameras throughout the house and wear one of those tracker bracelets, so you can always keep an eye on me and know where I am. In return, I’m sure you could find some way to ‘accidentally’ lose the files on me and erase the ones on the system. Then, after my probationary period is up, we can see how we want to proceed from there. And don’t worry, as your girlfriend, I’ll make sure to make you a very, very happy man. I may be on the straight and narrow, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get a little bit naughty.”

By now, Chelsea had settled down onto the tan suede couch behind her and reclined back giving Max an unobstructed view up her skirt. Gingerly peeling down her pink Victoria’s Secret lacie, Chelsea let it slide agonizingly slowly down her long tan legs until it hung mere inches away from Max’s face around her outstretched ankle. She hoped he’d be able to smell how wet she already was. Nothing quite hooked a guy like making him believe he could physically turn a girl on.

To his credit, Samuelson looked still clearly torn between duty and desire. “I could lose my job you know,” but then reached out to accept her dangling lace contract anyways.

“Oh I think you’ll find I’m worth it,” Chelsea answered with more than just a bit of satisfaction as she dropped to her knees and pulled out Samuelson’s cock, which was every bit as magnificent as she had hoped.

Twenty minutes later, Samuelson had to agree.