Police escalation

Young Caitlyn was not long out of police academy and not yet very skilled in handling volatile situations, so when she saw his hands move toward his belt buckle she backed up a step and pulled her service revolver from her utility belt and pointed it at him. She wanted to say something authoritative but her heart was in her throat and she could only manage to stammer, "Wh...wh...", as she tried to steady her firearm with two hands but was still visibly shaking.

"Drawing down on a nigga?" Rodney observed gravely, anger burning in his eyes as he slowly extended his hands towards her. "Shit, you is a dumb white cop."

He was intoxicated, much larger than her, but yes she didn't trust him and intended to establish control. "T-turn around and put your hands on the railing," she instructed him, starting to feel more confident as the training came back to her and she watched him slowly comply. She took a step forward, intending to look for weapons. "What do you have hidden?"

"You wanna know, white girl?" Rodney chortled as she moved beside him, bent over and glanced down at the bulge in his pants.

"Cadet O'Neill," she corrected him as she reached out with one hand to feel the front of his crotch area. "****? Or a weapon? Alot of black guys carry them. You have something there that can hurt me?"

"I expect it would, at least at first," he replied honestly as he noticed the police cadet was now holding her gun very loosely while her attention was distracted. While her fingers gently investigated the mysterious outline of his hardeneding cock, Rodney suddenly snatched the gun from her hand, managing to pull her slightly off-balance and gripping her throat tightly with the other. Her green eyes were wide with surprise as she realized that the tables were turned, and now the black man had the gun and was in control!