Lois Is Frisked

Officer Stanley studied the ID. "Margot Hatcher. 27. Bit of a stretch, isn't it?"

Lois Lane felt a pit open up in her stomach. Very subtly she could feel J-dawg and his boys try to distance themselves away from her, without looking like they were doing it.

"I run this, am I going to find any priors?" The cop asked.

"No ma'am," Lois said in her best good-girl voice.

"You ah...carrying anything illegal?" The cop was staring at her. The reporter realized she had cum stains on her shirt. But a part of her half-worried that the cop knew about the baggie of **** shoved up her ass.

"No ma'am!" She said, in what she hoped was an honest and believable tone.

The door of the squad car opened a crack. Lois staggered backwards.

"We'll just see about that. Up against the wall, spread 'em!"

Lois backed away toward the brick wall. The boys made room as Officer Stanley exited the vehicle, nightstick on her hip. The reporter turned and faced the wall, put her palms against it. Spread her legs.

I'll be fine, there's nothing in my pockets, Lois told herself. She's not going to strip me and do a cavity search in plain view, I just need to be cool.

There was the snap of a latex glove going on. The pit in the reporter's stomach seemed to deepen.

Hands ran up and down the reporter's legs, very business-like. The intrusion in her personal space was somehow more appalling than taking a dick in the ass in the alley. At least there, Lois felt she had some say in what was going on. Here...one wrong move and the cop would arrest her. Then they would book her...and there would be a cavity search. Then she would be fucked.

The hands moved down her arms, felt in her jacket. Smartphone, wallet. A pen Lois had forgotten about. Nothing to attract attention. Nothing...

Officer Stanley's gloved hands groped the reporter's breasts from behind. Lois huffed in surprise, but said nothing as they lingered there.

"You know, there's nothing I'd like more," Stanley whispered in her ear. "Than to get you in an interrogation room. Just the three of us. You, me...and my nightstick. How would you like that, hmm?"

Lois didn't answer. Stanley didn't expect her too. The cop's hands roamed over her body. Nervous energy built up inside of the reporter as they got closer and closer to her crotch. She knew it was coming but still hoped, maybe—

The reporter jumped as the hand came smack dab between the reporter's legs. Gripping the tight material. Lois could have shit herself, if she didn't know what that meant.

"Sensitive, aren't ya? Maybe you had a little fun tonight?" Stanley whispered. Lois heard the long rattle as the cop brought her nightstick out. "Or maybe you're hiding something..."