Vanessa calls the police

Vanessa couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph as she watched Michael's release. As he finished, Michael's body visibly relaxed, and he let out a long, shaky breath. Vanessa smiled softly, taking in the sight of him. "That felt good, didn't it?" She asked gently. Michael looked up at her, his eyes still filled with desire but also a sense of gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered. Vanessa nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. She was trying to sort out her feelings. Why did she act this way? She was starting to understand this fierce beast of a man who couldn't wait to get home to get to experience a pair of massive breasts. And Vanessa again felt unique arousal as she vividly pictured Michael and Sarah indulged in mammary intercourse in the bathroom stall of a restaurant. Then there was the weird sense of power. She felt like he had just made a humble servant who could do more than fry eggs and bacon for her.

As Vanessa continued to observe Michael, she noticed a strange sensation growing within her. It was a mix of emotions - excitement, arousal, and something else she couldn't quite place. She felt as if she was on the edge of discovering something new about herself, something deeper and more primal. But she shook that feeling away and picked up the bathrobe from the floor and covered herself up.

"Now, as part of our deal, I will call the police and cancel the charges against you. What are we going to tell Tori, by the way?", she asked, in a matter of fact tone, despite still boiling with desire inside. Michael's heart raced as he looked up at Vanessa, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. He slowly pulled on his pants, trying to regain some composure. "I don't know, maybe we can just continue this charade for a couple of days?"

Vanessa nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I'm not against it. I'll stay around for a couple of more days and let Tori believe the police is still investigating a burglary at my house. But remember, I have the power here," she warned playfully, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

Michael couldn't help but chuckle in spite of himself. "Yes, ma'am."

As Vanessa went to the kitchen to make a call, Michael lay on the bed, still catching his breath. Vanessa found her clothes, got dressed and picked up her phone to call the police. Michael waited her to finish and then joined her in the kitchen.

"There. I called them and explained to them that what happened between us was consensual. They seemed to believe me, but they're still expecting us both at the police station", Vanessa told Michael.

Michael went pale. "Both of us? Why?", he asked. "Well, in my case I need to sign a written retraction of my statement. Also, I need to pick up my bra, which they are holding as evidence. As for you, I have no idea." Michael felt a knot form in his stomach at the thought of going to the police station. "What if they do like in the police shows on TV? They put us into separate rooms and see if our stories match!"

Vanessa couldn't help but laugh at Michael's worried expression. "Don't be ridiculous! This is real life, not some TV show. They're not going to do anything like that. We'll just go in, sign some papers, and pick up my bra. It's not a big deal."

Michael tries to calm himself down, taking a deep breath. "Maybe. But in case they do that, shouldn't we at least try to agree on a story?"