Illegal Immigrant?

"That can't be right. Every citizen has a sub-dermal identity chip," says the other police woman. "Is your scanner calibrated properly?"

"Yes. It registers just fine. It has no problem reading my-" there is a bleep as she waves the scanner close to her right hand "- SID."

"So he's not a legal citizen. An illegal immigrant. We're not obliged to protect him, then, are we," notes the other, her voice lowering conspiratorially.

There is a pause, and the officer behind you chuckles softly. "No... no, we're not. But it would be irresponsible of us to leave a male wandering about at this time after curfew, where he might run afoul of one of the street gangs."

"True. We should escort him to a safe house. Make certain he is... made aware of his duties before arranging to legalize his status as citizen."

"Oh, definitely," says the first officer. "It would be improper not to," she adds, a hand circling about your waist and dropping to your crotch which she gives a squeeze. Your cock has already been growing from the feel of her breasts pressed against you.

"It seems, he already has a good idea of his duties as a proper citizen," she says to her colleague.