The cop got to his feet, still looking at Camilla and Emily with a semi-professional expression. "Yup, that's right," he said, as if informing them that they had just won the lottery. "Not a single charge will be filed against your daughter, and that's a promise."
"B-b-but," Camilla stammered, screwing up her forehead. Was she going crazy? Maybe she hadn't heard him right. It hadn't been so long that Mr. Shah had had sex with her that she was hearing things, like some sort of auditory sex mirage. But none of this made any sense to her ears. What was it that this officer had said?
"You fucking prick," Emily swore, straining against her handcuffs. "That wasn't the deal! Don't bring my mom into this, you asshole!" Camilla wasn't even listening to her. She was just upset that Emily was being so rude to a member of the police.
"Emily!" she said.
"Are you kidding me, Mom?" she spat. "Are you listening to this guy?"
The police officer was undoing his belt, and unzipping his pristine navy blue police khakis. "Alright Mrs. Shah," he said, dropping his pants so that they were around his ankles and he was left in only a pair of loose-fitting boxers. "You're up first. Get between Emily's legs and start eating her out, why don't you?"
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