Cheese it, it's the cops!

It wasn't but a few minutes before you heard a car pull onto the asphalt. You crane your head around and glimpse a pickup truck pull next to the picnic table followed by two cop cars. Your shoulder is partly in the way so it's hard to see a lot but you see enough to worry. The Latino fellow hops out and walks up to Jules. They speak for a few moments but are too far away to hear. Then he hops in the truck and drives away, leaving three cops walking up to Jules and one still waiting in the car. Beckett hops out to see what is going on but two meet him halfway, cuff him, and put him in the back of their car. One cop takes him away, the car disappears down the entry road and the other three walk over towards you with Jules in tow, her hands cuffed behind her back. You can hear them talking as they walk up.

Cop #1 "So who's the little lady back here? Is this some sort of sex slavery ring?"

You hear Jules object, "No. Tiff and I had a bet on Thanksgiving. She was silly enough to bet Dallas would win. Washington curb stopped them.

Cop #2 "Is that true Tiffany?"

It takes a second for the name Tiffany to register before you speak up.

"Yes, officer," you say looking forward since your neck was starting to cramp a bit. "It was a stupid bet but I refuse to welch!"

Cop #2 laughs, "You know there were two cars of illegals waiting to come in? They hightailed it when we pulled up."

"That probably would have been bad?," you say in as earnest a sounding voice as you can.

Then you hear Jules.

"Officer? Can you look up at the light pole on the north side?"

Cop #1 "Yeah?"

"See the camera up there? If you are going to arrest us go ahead. I bet there'll be a couple of lawyers waiting at the station when we arrive. I can almost guarantee we'll be walking within ten minutes of booking," the blonde says matter of factly.

The cop behind you grabs your shoulders and stands you up. He then leans you against the car. Finally, you can see your 'rescuers'. All three are in police uniform of course. One is an older black man, maybe 35. He stands about 6'2" and appears to spend a good deal of time at the gym. Since he's next to Jules and looking up at the pole, you guess he's Cop #1. The man standing beside you is obviously Cop #2. He's a short, squat white guy in his older 20s. He's still taller than you are but only by a few inches. He still has a hold on your right shoulder. The last guy is also white but he's standing off a ways. Providing cover maybe? He's about average height, maybe in his early 30s with long dirty blonde hair.

Cop #1 "Is that a threat, miss?"

"No, it's just a friendly reminder. So how about you let us go, we'll leave and everyone is happy?"

Cop #1 "A few arrests still look good on our record even if you skate later. Perhaps we can come to a deal?"

"Better make it fast. When the lawyers get to the station I suspect a judge will order you to produce us."

Cop #1 "True. Or you can call them off."

"Why would I do that? They are my trump card."

Cop #1 "Tell you what. You call them off, we'll party a bit and I'll make sure this place is permanently taken off the patrol list."

"The three of you or is your friend coming back?"

Cop #1 "Just the three of us and you two. Our last partner volunteered to sit on your buddy in case things got bad. He's insurance."

"If you follow the rules, you can party with Tiff."

Cop #1 "What rules?"

"No anal, no girls. . . sadly she just likes what you boys are packing and I get to watch."

Cop #1 "And if we like what you're packing, blondie?"

"I'll make you a deal. Pick a day next week and I'll come back and give you boys the party of your lives. Tonight though, I want you all to wear her out."

Cop #1 "Deal," he reaches behind Jules back and uncuffs her.

"You agree, Tiff?"

You nod, "I don't skip out on a bet. Three cops will work too I guess."

It actually seems a better deal to you since at least cops have physicals done on occasion so there's probably a better chance they're clean. Cop #2 walks you over to their car and bends you over the hood. Then he lifts your denim skirt and slips a finger deep inside your sopping wet pussy.

Cop #2 "Yeah, she wants it bad, Brian."

Cop #1 (Brian) "Sounds good to me," He looks at Jules. "Call the lawyers off."

"OK but you guys wait until I'm done. The deal is I get to watch."

Jules walks off to the side and makes a call on her phone. You can't hear what she's saying because she too far away. Cop #2 calls over to the third cop.

"You ready for some of this, Phillip?"

"Maybe, Jeff. It depends on how messed up her cunt is when you're done. I'm not sure I want to be in there after the two of you finish up."

"Beggars can't be choosers."

Jeff uncuffs you and has you take the tube top off freeing your creamy, white tits. They may only be B-cups but on your short five-foot frame they've always looked proportionally bigger. The cops seem to agree.

"Nice pair, baby. I wonder how well they bounce," Jeff asks as he lifts you onto the hood. "Tell the blonde to hurry. I'm ready to wreck ginger here."

She hangs up and walks over.

"Go for it boys."

Brian asks, "So the lawyers are called off?"

"For now. If I'm not heard from in about two hours, they'll be heading to the station."

Jules puts her phone in her purse then Brian walks over and cuffs her hands behind her back.