How about a counter-arrest?

She wants to take him down to the station? That triggers some horrible memories in Llyod. Back when he was in his early teens, his bully Chuck threw him over the fence of the police station in their neighbourhood. As if struck by horrible luck, his underwear caught on and instead of landing on the other side, he got hung up on the fence by his tighty whities. His bully went away laughing, while Llyod hung in a horrible atomic wedgie.

After an excrutiatingly long time, Llyods boxers finally tore open, sadly, he landed on the cop car parked directly in front of the fence. Him landing on the car didn't just hurt as hell, it also triggered the cars alarm. The cops all stormed out of the station and instead of helping the poor boy with dropping pants and an arm broken by the impact, they simply yelled at him.

"Get your hands on the hood of the car!", Llyod recited one of his traumatic experiences with the same **** that it was yelled at at him back then.

"Wohoho, yeah, now we're talkin~", the bombshell cop lady hushes at him. Turning around and putting her hands on her own cars hood, she looked back at him enticingly. "How did you know that getting the tables turned on me was a secret fetish of mine? Did you somehow hack my browser history, you nerdy white boy, or was that just a lucky guess?"

With a swift motion of her hand, she dislodged her handcuffs from her tool belt and threw them at Llyod. And equally swift, with a hand-eye-coordination he had never possessed, Llyod caught them mid-flight.

"Yeah, seems like I manage a lot of lucky coincidences recently", he said more to himself than to the woman ahead of him.

"Well? What are you waiting for then, go and cuff this hood rat and put her in chains~", she was getting more and more lost in her own fantasy. A fantasy that Llyod couldn't resist playing out for her. Or for him. Or probably for both of them.

He moved right behind her, pressing his junk right into the middle of the fat ass in front of him. Both of her arms were already helpfully angled back, so Llyod cuffed her with her own shackles and pressed her upper body down on her car.

"Any last words before I turn you in?", Llyod put in all the authority he now really felt.

"Nah, I won't tell you pigs anything!", she said that part burstingly loud, "but turn my phone off first, you don't want my man blowing it up", she said that part silently, not to disturb the roleplay.

Lloyd started "frisking" her, spending teasingly long on her juicy bits, took out her phone and threw it away.

"We don't want your gangbanger accomplices following us, do we?", she answered his inquiry with a smoldering look and a rushed nod. "I think I'll start your investigation right now."

"You'll never get me to talk!", she stomped her foot in played defiance, but with Lloyd's luck, that only resulted in her uniform riding up, further exposing her big black booty.

*Spank* He set the delicious buttflesh into motion.

"Noooo~, how did you know my only weakness?", the line between roleplay and reality bluring on this one, "I'll tell you whatever you want! Just please keep goi- I mean just stop it!"

"Go on then suspect, identify yourself!", another spank brought him a yelp from her and got her talking like a waterfall.

"My name is Officer Justine Fogmead an"- an especially firm spank interrupted her and as the hand stayed to knead her doughy mass of ass, she got deeper into her favourite fantasy.

"Sorry for lying, Sir! Mah name's Just Fuckmeat, I'm a smalltime thug that tried to sell herself here on the corner", the police ẃoman turned needy pervert almost drooled with each word.

"So you're a prostitute, huh?", Llyod pulled her up and dragged her around the car towards the passager door.

"A hooker, Sir, yes. A hoe's gotta hoe, ya know?", she strutted along being guided by the firm hand on her rear.

"Well, I better take you in then. Let's see what the boys at the station have to say about that"; Llyod threw her on to the passager seat with zero regard for her comfort, before throwing the door shut after her.

"The boys?", Justine Fogmead broke the roleplay for a second in disbelief.