Helper

One thing Kelli knew was that stopping the thief, bringing order to a chaotic situation, had spoken to him in a surprisingly profound way. Never before had he considered a career in law enforcement, but after he'd wrestled the man into submission, after he'd **** him to discharge his weapon inside Kelli, the young man knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to experience it again.

The store clerk had indeed returned with an actual police officer, a tall, burly man wearing shorts and a tight blue shirt, a badge emblazoned on his left pectoral. The tall man thanked Kelli for his service, pulling him in for a long kiss, something that must have been a custom between police officers, a boy's club kind of thing. Knowing that he'd never get a chance like that again, an opportunity to experience the comradery that comes from being part of a brotherhood like that of the police, Kelli wrapped his fingers around the officer's head and held him close, extending the kiss. The officer's hands found their own perch on Kelli's ass, squeezing, rubbing. It was all so... macho!

But greetings don’t last forever, and so the two separated, both panting and grinning. The police officer steadied himself on the counter, his weapon awkwardly making a large bulge in the front of his shorts.

"Holy," he breathed, "You sluts sure do give as good as they said you would."

Kelli's grin turned into a full-toothed-smile. Slut? Something about that term was familiar, something he was sure he'd heard back at home. He couldn't quite remember, but with the context of his situation, he figured it was probably a term for a rookie.

"Sluts like me always get their man," Kelli said standing at attention, thrusting his breasts out toward the officer, then giggled. He couldn't help it. It was all just so exciting!

In short order the thief, restrained by Kelli’s newfound friend, was taken away from Pink and Purple, leaving Kelli and the clerk alone in the store. Watching the door slowly close, Kelli could still feel the officer's lips, his roaming hands, even the feeling of the thief’s weapon filling his rear end. All of it had been so fulfilling, a sense of purpose that he’d not felt in his young life.

“You were incredible,” the clerk said, pulling Kelli back to the present, “thank-you so much for saving my purse.”

“It was nothing,” Kelli said, blushing, “just trying to help.”

“Well you were good at it,” the clerk continued, “maybe that’s something you should do with your life.”

“Be a police officer?”

“No, silly,” the clerk giggled, “help people! Anyway, you can take whatever you want from the store. Premium content or whatever. I’ll take care of it. It’s the least I can do.”

Kelli turned back into the store to explore the clothes further. Help people? He liked the sound of that. There were always people who needed helping, and Kelli was good at that! He just needed a purpose, someone to tell him where to aim his efforts.

Maybe he’d run into Jon again soon. He was so clever. He’d know what to do.