Indecent Proposals

Two officers exited the car. One was an attractive brunette, donning a uniform that fit her body pleasingly. The other was a well-built black man, burly and stout.

"What's the issue, officers?" Eddie asked as they approached him.

"A report came in of a half-naked woman being dragged around the neighborhood on all fours," the male officer said. A name tag was clipped to his uniform. It read 'K. Bentley'.

"Performing provocative dances," the female officer, labeled 'J. Dawson'.

"And being questionably accompanied by a male no older than 20."

"What do you mean?" Eddie feigned ignorance.

He looked at where officer Dawson was pointing, eyes landing on Julia's ass shaking back at them as she kept up her routine. Only a subdued sliver of concern flashed across her eyes while Eddie smirked at her. Understanding, she faced forward and continued shaking her ass, aroused pussy liquids dripping down her thigh.

"Oh that?" Eddie turned back to the city blues with a soft laugh. "That's just her practicing for her school act. And that's the outfit she plans to wear."

"Sir, do you take us for punks?" deadpanned Bentley. "Or is that your feeble imitation of one?"

"M'am," Dawson waved a hand towards Julia, who answered with more buttocks spasms, "are you -- hey, excuse -- miss -- miss can you please stop moving, we would like to ask you some questions!"

"That won't work, officer," Eddie spoke over her. She had walked over to Julia, setting a hand on her shoulder, only to be set aback a bit to find the half-naked blonde suddenly start jumping with her arms over her head. "She wouldn't defy a direct order."

"Oh throw her some pants, for crying out-loud," projected Bentley, frugally averting his eyes.

Dawson, meanwhile, attempting to anchor Julia down, looked at Eddie with a notch of suspicion. "What do you mean, 'direct order'?"

Smiling at her question, Eddie just looked at her and said, "Before we get to that." He shrugged a shoulder, "May I first point out that, obviously, it is useless to suspect whatever interactions I have with her and nothing about her obeying what I say worries you?"

Dawson returned her gaze to Eddie and nodded collectedly after shooting a look at Bentley. "You're right, sir. That is obvious." Her guard was still up, but just as Eddie would have expected at this point, her previous accusatory glint was gone and buried.

"Get to the point, then," snarled the imposing uniform.

Eddie turned to the man. "May I point out the same thing for you?"

"Sure," he deferred, "but that doesn't mean you're off the hook. Can you explain what this lady was doing following you around half naked for?"

Unbeknownst to them, they were already his. Time to get naughty.

Eddie thought of just using the signature trick, test its functionality, but he was already armed with a momentum and rolled with it.

"Julia," he commanded, "stop jumping."

The blonde stopped, heaving as she turned to face her self-designated chief and humliator. Dawson gaped at her sweaty, palpably aroused figure. The high school girl's fingers were already gravitating to her crotch but she managed to shakily restrain herself, legs quivering below her.

Looking around, Eddie dropped to Julia's purse and sifted through her things. His fingers came across a thin, long object.

Bingo.

"Well?" Bentley prodded. Eddie stood to his feet, in his hands an electric toothbrush.

As alluded to previously. He rolled with it.

"Officer Dawson," he addressed the pretty policewoman.

"Yes?"

Leering garishly at her clothed body, the hint of a tight, sturdy form underneath titillated him.

"May I stick this into your pussy?" he asked, finally, just as she seemed to catch on to his ogling. The officer looked curiously at him, then finally adopted an almost bashfully gratified air.

"Yes, sir, you may. Thank you for asking."

The picket-fence brunette began unbuckling her pants and sliding them down, one strand of her mostly pulled back hair pleasantly hanging over the contour of her face as Bentley looked on, clearly flushed though showing no intent to stop her.

Interesting.

"Officer Bentley."

"What?" his voice was curled with impatience, even as his partner lifted one foot out of her government-issued pants and raised the hem of her top to provide access to her crotch. Eddie grinned as a stray skim over a button activated the toothbrush's brushes, causing them to spin and oscillate. An electric one, too. Almost a case for guardian angels.

He walked up to the steady-faced Dawson and under part of her manually raised top, swooped his hand down and rubbed the toothbrush against her snatch through the blue cotton panties she had on. Then, while she bit a lip, he looked to the broad-shouldered partner of hers and nodded to the leaking blonde standing uneventfully on the lawn. "May I point out, Officer Bentley, the importance in kissing the asses of all the blonde women you meet and wish to engage in conversation with? You couldn't have forgotten that?"

Bentley's expression softened, turning to Julia with a different connotation in his face. Other than a sideways glare, he said nothing to Eddie. He simply unfolded his arms and walked over to the kid's declared ****, then crouched down until his chin was grazing her left ass cheek. Then he ducked his lips and brought them forward until they made contact with her curvy skin.

A laugh from Eddie trickled out before he could stop himself. It was too funny a sight. He began pulling out his phone.

"Ohh," purred a voice beside him. "That feels good, sir."

Rubbing the vibrating toothbrush through Dawson's panties was certainly not going unnoticed either. Her eyelids were now halfway over her eyes as a paltry smile touched down on the corner of her own lips.

"Here," Eddie placed one of her hands over the toothbrush, stepping away. "May I entrust your complete masturbation with this toothbrush, until you have an orgasm, to you?"

"Sir, it's our duty to uphold the peace and the law." A smile between serious and capricious topped her chin as her fingers wrapped around the brush and slid up and down through the crease of her panties, which were visibly darkening. "I can assure you something like this is a cake walk."

Eddie apologized for doubting her.

"Julia, how you doing?" Her sore butt was still getting made out with. She remained stationary, but instantly replied upon Eddie's acknowledging of her.

"Fine, Master."

"How's that ass?"

"Hurts a little, Master. But him kissing it feels kinda nice."

"Got it, thanks. Now play with your tits."

"Yes, Master." Bringing her hands up to her still clothed chest, Julia began mauling her breasts with her hands.

Below, Bentley planted one last smooch on her ass before standing up. Once he was upright, he turned his hawkish eyes to Eddie, but not as a predator to his prey. More like an abrasive dog to a smaller one.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

Eddie perked up at the question, failing to notice his change in tone. "Eddie," he told him.

"Well, Eddie," Bentley started deliberately, rubbing the back of his neck, then muttering, "How should I put this..."

The lucky nerd watched as the officer eyed Julia with a new presumption. Even checking her ass out, while flitting an eye to her sopping wet pussy.

Then he grumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Eddie tipped an earlobe.

The officer sighed, then solemnly spoke up. "I'm sorry for arraigning you. I didn't realize she was yours."

Yours?

A glib smile stretched through Eddie's face as he realized what happened.

"I saw your universal mark," he explained as if to confirm Eddie's thoughts, turning Julia around -- and with some roughness that he previously would not have acquitted, probably, Eddie noted. He then proceeded to stretch her left butt cheek outward, revealing Eddie's signature scrawled up near the inner cheek. "Now I see why you two are so tight knit, and what you were taking her around bottomless for. And, well..."

Throughout all this, Dawson was still enjoying her self-stimulation. Her body moved towards the gate which she leaned against for counterweight as she jutted her lower body outward and swayed her hips against the toothbrush while her other hand dabbed at her pussy lips for extra support.

But as she overheard the conversation going on between Eddie and her partner, she grew increasingly concerned. Universal mark? Now he sees? Sees what?!

Then finally, Bentley came out asking what he can do to make up for it, and if there was anything Eddie wanted in particular. Alert signals flashed in her brain.

"Wait -- Keith!" Dawson shouted, opening her eyes past the halfway point as best she could. Her breaths were harried as she pushed her hips against the toothbrush. "What -- ohmmm -- what are you s-saying?! You can't just -- uugh, yes! -- participate in their indecent acts!"

"It's not really indecent if it's just how their dynamic is." His response was amazingly straight-faced. "You can't expect them to just do things alone; sometimes, especially if Eddie is feeling bold, they're going to have to take it outside, have an audience. Look, Dawson."

"What? What are you talking -- oohh shoot that's good -- w-what are you talking about, Bentley?!" Her back continued to press against the leaning gate. "That's totally completely wrong!"

"Dawson, look!"

Finally, Dawson shifted her attention to where Bentley was pointing. He had brought the girl, Julia, over to her, one hand stretching out her ass cheek. Jaw dropping, Dawson nearly stopped masturbating to come up and slap him, but she was so close to climax, and that would ruin the flow she had going.

"Here, right here, Jill."

By the porch, Eddie watched as Dawson's eyes touched the bottom of her forehead as she looked at the mark, then to Bentley, then to Eddie, then back at the mark. Or just Julia's ass in general, who knew. Eddie also watched as Julia continued twisting her nipples and tits with her hands, pussy soaked in her juices. She was in a somewhat awkward position, as Bentley had one arm wrapped around her front side, but she made the most out of it, as he expected her to.

Then Dawson, or Jill, as her partner just disclosed, finally came. Whether from the hotness of realizing he owned Julia or whatever else. It was still a welcome scene for Eddie.

"Alright guys," Eddie snapped their attention back to them. "Now do you understand?"

"Yes, sir, we do," Dawson said through her panting breaths. "We apologize for not coming to the conclusion sooner."

Eddie grinned as she furrowed a brow, then looked expectantly at him.

"Is there anything, anything at all that we can do to make up for it?" she asked.

Yes, yes there was. In fact that was exactly what he wanted to hear.

"First off, Bentley."

"Yes?"

"I want to film you fucking her in all her holes. Is that alright?"

Bentley chuckled, hands on his hips. Relief, at this ending amicably and without a real fuss, it seemed, colored his face as he pointed fake finger guns at Eddie. "You bet, kiddo." His hand hovered over his belt. "Want me to get started?"

"No," Eddie said, opening the door to his house, "let's do it inside."

"Gotchya."

The two officers gathered themselves, and Dawson picked her pants up in her arms as she followed suit. Eddie stopped her once she made it to the porch, while Bentley headed through the doorway.

"Also, Jill," he began, only to be cut short.

"Either officer or m'am will do, sir," Dawson corrected him, albeit with some reticence. They did give him some trouble, after all. And directing them in helping him manage Julia was fine. But he was still a citizen.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "May I call you whatever I want, hot stuff?"

For a second, the brown-haired officer just stared at him, until finally, her lips gave way and her face contorted in laughter.

"Oh Eddie, I tried," she flicked an imaginary tear from her eye, "but I can't keep a straight face when you ask it like that." She smiled warmly, though with that professional composition intact. "You can call me whatever you wish. Sir."

"Good." Eddie continued, "So Jill, Jill the dick lover, Jill the ass eater, Jill the cop slut -- " She just looked his way calmly as he went on, "-- I'm planning to toss Julia around and whatnot, and probably also get some of her peers in on the fun too. May I have your help in making sure nothing goes awry upstairs, or around the city and stuff? You know, keep the locals calm, use your connections to ensure my using Julia will not get a wrench in the plans. That kind of thing." Even with them being onboard with using her, he used the word 'may' just in case, since he didn't want to risk it.

"You got it, Eddie," Dawson smiled. She looked as if she just accepted an offer for community service. "I'll do my best to keep the situation clean."

"Great."

Eddie gestured her to go in and she did.

"Alright, Bentley, get your cock out and start fucking her," he called as he closed the door and took out his phone. "Your hole of choice!"

Several minutes later, a car pulled in by the front driveway as a casually dressed girl around the age of Julia stepped out. She was wearing a rosy summer dress with glasses over her eyes, and petite sandals. Placing her glasses atop her forehead, she looked at the police car as a question mark formed in her expression, her sleek, chestnut brown hair falling just past her shoulders. "A police car? What's that doing here?"

She just shook her head and proceeded up the steps of the house. What Julia was doing in Eddie's home, of all people, she had no flabbergasted way of knowing. But her text was so urgent that she had to stop her shopping just to get here. Ringing the doorbell, she prepared for Eddie's ugly mug. If he was up to anything, she would strangle the creep. And then get Julia out of here.

Her smooth legs glistened in the sunlight, and she tapped her foot impatiently. As she waited, she swore she heard a moan or two coming from inside. She scoffed, unable to fathom it. Unless it was his sister getting some, maybe -- but her car wasn't parked anywhere nearby. And besides, she wasn't that noisy... or slutty, for that matter.

Robin exhaled, standing there with a growing restlessness. "Hello?" she finally called, her limit reached. "Hello, Julia? It's me, Robin! Come on, girl, open up!"

She just hoped nothing happened to her.