Exoneration

You're flying around the city frustrated (well, frustrated on finding out what Photon and Strobe were up to) when you get a short pulse of vibration between your legs. A moment later it happens again.

What is it, CB?

You're receiving a call on your personal cellular phone. Caller ID says it's the Acropolis City Police Department.

How did they find you? How did they know who to call? Did they find some clue about your identity, or... or did Officer Heather sell you out? As it rings the third time you consider letting it go to voice mail, but in the end decide better of it.

Put it through, CB.

"This is Maya; what can I do to you?"

"It's Heather. Put that blanket on again and hug me like you're helpless; God that was sexy. But that's not why I called. During your interview you mentioned that you can get in contact with Nudge."

"I...?" What the fuck? Oh, right, like Peter Pecker was always pointing his camera at the guy in the spider-fetish suit. You play along. "Yeah, I can get a message to her."

"Could you tell her to come down to Central Station?"

"But she's wanted, isn't she?"

"Only to meet with Captain Johnson. He wants to talk to – her – about her exoneration. Tricky Trixie bragged about setting her up so she's been cleared and the APB cleared. It took a few days for the paperwork to trickle down to our level, but the Captain wanted to give it to you personally."

"All right; I'll come... ask her to go down right away."

"Thanks. Bye now! Keep that blanket thing in mind."

"Sure. Bye."

So they decided to let you off the hook; about time. Well, best make it formal.

Nobody tries to arrest you when you land in front of the Central District ACPD station and walk in. A bunch of cops look up from their desks when you arrive and one of them – Heather – stands up and comes to you. Partway there she gets stopped by another cop and someone behind you clears his throat.

"You."

When you turn it's one of the officers from earlier tonight. You're about to apologize when he continues.

"What were you thinking you stupid cunt? I told you to get Photon out of there. Instead you decided to pull some dumbass stunt and endanger everyone in that bar. If a real hero like Doctor Jailbait hadn't come along you'd be in the hospital right now. Of all the fucking stupid cunt-brained grandstanding–"

"Shut up." The burst of power ensures he does. "I was going to apologize and promise to work better with the police in future, but you're making me rethink that position."

Heather grabs your arm either to protect him or you, you're not sure which.

"Come this way, please; ACPD wants to thank you for helping defuse difficult situations without casualties despite some, uh, setbacks. Captain Johnson said to bring you to him as soon as you got here."

"Uh, it's okay; I guess you guys have more experience than I do..."

"Especially with Photon. We actually have a regular cell for her; she's sleeping off the booze as we speak."

"What about Strobe?"

"Who?"

"The guy that was with her. Her ex-husband."

"They didn't bring anyone else in."

"Great. I have to make a statement."

"After you meet with the Captain."

Captain Johnson comes out of his office as you approach. He's just about five-foot-three, which makes him the shortest person in the room right now. However, his voice is six-foot-six.

"Listen up, flatfoots! This lady in the bathing suit and boots is Nudge. She's working with us now; nobody slaps the cuffs on her unless she asks nicely. Any questions?" There are quite a few chuckles around the room, but nobody says anything. Even the guy who reamed you out doesn't say anything, but you don't like the wicked smile on his face. "Good. Now me and her are going into my office to discuss cooperation with the police. Muncie, Walters, you're coming too."

You, Johnson, Heather, and a Neanderthal officer go into his office. It's actually fairly spacious, with room for a meeting table and his desk. The nameplate on his desk reads "Capt. Big Dick Johnson." You're not sure whether it's a joke or not.

His voice retains its surly tone. "Okay, Babe, now that the show's over, it's time for your lesson in police cooperation. Drop 'em."

"Huh?"

"Do I have to spell it out for you? Muncie here is your friend or half-sister or fuckbuddy or whatever; I don't care, but you do. You cooperate with me or Walters here folds her in half."

Heather shouts, "What!?" Walters grabs her arms and squeezes, making her grimace in pain.

"Did I mention Walters can lift a squad car? Anyway, what you're going to do is pull down those cute little drawers of yours and let me show you why they call me Big Dick. Otherwise Muncie here gets some injury-on-duty pay."

Heather scowls. "You bastard! Don't do it, Nudge."

"Okay, I'll cooperate. Don't get your police-issue panties in a knot." You unfasten the linking loop over your tummy and slide your bottoms off.

"Despite what Ibanez thinks, you aren't a stupid cunt. Now it's my turn."

He undoes his pants and lets out a nine-inch fully erect cock. It's no record, but Big Dick is appropriate, especially when contrasted with his small frame.

"On your knees, hero."

You kneel, not sure how to find a way out of this. He doesn't give you a chance.

He looks at your bush, still well-watered after the time in that woman's shower and bed. "I see you could tell what was coming. It's good to be prepared. I guess we'll begin cooperating now."

He grabs your hips and, without preamble or foreplay, impales you. Aside from the ****, it's actually kind of comfortable. It's nowhere near as much as Spangle, or Maiden America's toy, so you decide to go with it. You time your thrusts with his so each ends with a jarring impact on your crotch.

He holds out a surprisingly long time, but not quite enough. You're almost there when you feel the persistent press and the stream of fluid gushing into you. He pulls out and puts his hands on your shoulders.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? Now all you have to do is clean the equipment."

He pushes your mouth down to his cock. It's a bit big to take fully into your mouth, so instead you lick it. One hand keeps you from tipping over while the other one gets to work on your snatch. Just as you lick the last bit of cum off his penis you finally generate some of your own.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Yeah, I am. I can see you and the ACPD are going to have a good working relationship."

Heather looks like she's biting back tears. "I'm sorry, Nudge, I didn't know he was going to..."

"No worries, Heather; it's not the first time. Though I could use some time in Interrogation Room B to get my mind off it."

Walters finally speaks up, "Sorry, Girl. Munchie and I have something to do first." You can see the bulge in his pants, like there was any choice after the show he just had.

You turn on the power. "No, Walters, you're going to go to the men's locker room and enjoy the hell out of jerking off as many times as you can."

He lets go and leaves. You turn to Heather. "Now, Interrogation Room B?" She nods dumbly. "And bring a blanket."