Gathers her contraband

Nicole grinds on the shoe as she hears the Detective digging through her belongings upstairs. Having a man in her bedroom actively looking through her things is such a humiliating violation. He'd see exactly the sort of pervert she was. There was no hiding. Complete exposure. "Oh God," she grunts as her body shakes. She needs to slow down her rhythm or she'll orgasm without permission. Not that he said she needed permission. Nicole just assumed in a free-use world her orgasms wouldn't belong to her.

Nicole tries to think of something else to beat back her arousal, but all she can do is think about the last couple of weeks. Mostly Huck. This was his fault. If he hadn't brought her to the mall and made her act like a prostitute, she never would have been in this position. She was strangely grateful. He was helping her cross boundaries she would never have crossed alone - even with her Discord group. "Huccckkk," she moans as a wave of arousal tries to knock her over the edge. He was an awful man.

-THUMP- Nicole opens her eyes to find the detective standing in front of her with a very full trash bag. "Nearly filled this fucking thing," he said. And then he proceeded to dump the contents out on the floor. All of Nicole's dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and other toys cover the floor at her feet.

"That's gotta be about $2000 worth," Detective Swanson said.

Nicole blushes and replies "yeah, roughly." It was actually closer to $5000. Her Discord group had her do a cost analysis once. It was, surprisingly, one of her most humiliating tasks. She felt genuine shame. Not sexy "this makes me want to get off" shame, but deep down guilty shame. After that, she made finances a hard limit.

"You know, in this world, this stuff is illegal. If you're truly following our free use laws, you wouldn't need so many fake cocks," Detective Swanson said as he picked up one of the dragon-themed cocks. He stared at it with a confused expression. "You're not offering yourself up enough. Are you unhappy with our laws?"

Nicole was no longer grinding on his shoe. She knelt with her cunt pressed down at it staring up at this man. This detective. Feeding her fantasies. "N-no, Sir. I was thrilled when the laws were put in place and I was selected to be one of the...the special citizens. I know I can do better." She slides off his shoe and crawls toward the Detective. She'll show him how much better she can be. Nicole leans forward and presses her lips against the fly of his pants. She can feel his cock stiff underneath. Nicole nuzzles her face against it.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He steps backward. She freezes with her face level with his crotch. That wasn't the response she expected.

"I thought..."

"You don't think. You hump my shoe and answer my questions."

She swallowed. The dismissiveness made her want him more. She slinked back to the shoe and lowered herself back on it. And she started to grind again. There was no way she was going to be able to hold back an orgasm much longer.

"Since our laws went in place," he paused. "Um, how long have you been doing this thing with your friends?"

"Mmphh...it's been...um...she tries to think. She clenches her eyes tight as her pussy clenches. "If-if it's after midnight, um, d-day, fuck..." she pauses for a moment on the shoe. Nicole's eyes flutter open. "S-six days."

Detective Swanson nods his head. "Our laws have been in place for six days. How many different men have used you?"

Huck. Vincent. Alfie. "Th-three..."

His eyebrow goes up, expressing that he's genuinely surprised, but he frowns. "That won't do," he said. "You clearly aren't making more people know you're one of the 'special citizens.'"

"I-i can make it more," she says breathlessly. "Y-you can be, mmphhh, number four. I-I'd love to...oh god...Sir...please may I cum?"

He held up his hand and pointed to the ring. "I'm a married man, slut. All I can do is watch and tell you what to do."

Normally, Nicole would be against having sex with a married man without his wife's permission, but she's so deep into the roleplay that her brain is fogged by lust, she hears herself say. "It-it d-doesn't matter. I'm free use so it wouldn't count as, mmphhh, fuck, ch-cheating. She-she can use me too."

Detective Swanson smiles and looks at his watch. "Even if that were true it wouldn't matter. You have another commitment in 15 minutes. We'll need to continue this in the future."

Nicole was ashamed that she had even asked but also confused that she had another commitment so late at night. She crushes her pussy down on his shoe again. He leans down. His face so close to her. He looks in her eyes as his hand slips between her pussy lips and the leather of his shoe. Detective Swanson easily slides to fingers in Nicole and pulls upward. She releases a deep moan. Her head was spinning. "I thought...touch..."

"I'm just moving you off my shoe," he said. And he held his fingers inside. The detective's mouth is so close to her mouth. Nicole wanted to kiss him. She wanted to jump on him and make him fuck her. "Please..." she whispers.

"Next time, you'll get what's coming to you," he says, pulling his fingers out and the shoe from under her. He slips it on his foot. Nicole watches. She's lost in subspace. He motions toward the kitchen door. "You better check your phone and get moving. Don't be late for your next engagement. After you're gone, I'll bag all of this contraband up and take it to evidence."

Nicole stood and walked across the room to find her phone. What he said about confiscating all of her sex toys barely registered. She was already on edge and needed to know what was next. She looked at the text message alert, which notified her that time had been reserved at 1 a.m.