Frisked and more.

BANG! Max jumped slightly as the door slammed shut behind them. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. A large table stood in the middle of the small room, with 2 chairs placed across from each other. A large mirror covering the far wall, and a small security camera, which she doubted even worked, was mounted near the ceiling.

"Could this room be anymore clichéd?" she said with a smirk, trying to make light of her current situation. She looked over to the cop as he scanned over the papers on the clipboard, the side of his face was turning a dark shade of purple. "So, hey" she said, getting the cops attention, "don't i get a phone call, what about my right to a lawyer?"

"Don't worry Ms..." he paused, looked down at his papers, "Guevara... you'll be taken care of, now sit down." Max stared at him for moment not liking his choice of words, before sitting in one the chairs. ?Before we get started, this room is being monitored" motioning towards the large mirror and camera. "So if you try any rough stuff, this room will be swarmed by a dozen cops, and trust me, they'll make the rest of this night a living hell for you, understand?"

"Yeah, I understand, now wheres my damned phone call?" Max demanded.

"Your full name is Max Guevara, correct" he asked, ignoring her previous question. She stared back at him defiantly, refusing to answer. "Don't make this harder then it has to be Max" he said as his eyes shifted towards the camera, his tone slightly threatening.

"Yes" Max responded, her face rigid, hating to admit defeat.

"Says here you work at Jam Pony Messenger Service"

"Correct..."

"5feet7, 115 pounds, dark brown hair, brown eyes," he muttered to himself as he jotted down information. He stood and walked behind her. "Stand up" he commanded, he reached down and released her handcuffs, only to recuff them in front of her. He paused for a moment, standing behind her as he wrote on his clipboard. "Stand over near the wall" he motioned to the far side of the room, giving her a slight nudge as he walked towards the door, opening it slightly before handing the clipboard to someone.

"Why" she asked, failing to hide the nervousness in her voice.

"Do it" the cop demanded, his face emotionless. "Put your hands on the wall, above your head and spread your legs. Before further processing you need to be searched for any hidden weapons or illegal substances... NOW!" he yelled causing her to jump slightly before she moved to the wall.

She could feel his breathe on her neck as he stood behind her. He crouched down, frisking up both pant leg. His hands slowing near her ass, rubbing it slightly through her tight leather pants. She could feel his breathing increase as his hands moved off her ass to cup her crotch. She flinched, then tried to move away from his offending hands.

"Don't you dare move" he whispered into her ear as his hands moved up her stomach, snaking under her shirt, his fingers tracing the bottom of her bra. Gently cupping her breasts, squeezing them softly. Max let out an uncomfortable grunt as she felt his erection press against the small of his back. Her nipples hardening under his ministration

"I'm glad you attacked me tonight" he whispered huskily to her. "my partner would have had never let me have you first if you didn't fuck up my face." his hands left her chest, to move back to her hips, holding her still, he slow grinded his erection against her, humping her ass through their clothes. His hands went to her pants, snapping the button open, then slowly lowering the zipper.

"No" Max whispered "please don't do this" her body stiffened as his cold hand worked his way down her pants, under her panties.

"You shaved for me" he half laughed, "just how i like it" as his fingers rubbed her pussy lips. His other hand had moved back to her breasts, massaging them, pinching her nipples.

"Ahh" a barely noticeable moan escaped Max's lips as his fingers fount her clit. Her body betrayed her as she felt wetness between her legs as he rubbed her most sensitive spot. "Mmmmm" she couldn't keep the gasp of pleasure from escaping as he inserted two fingers into her cunt.

"Nice and wet for me baby" he said, kissing her neck,"I want you to cum for me"

"ahh.. ohhfuck... you.." Max replied, trying to stay in control, mentally scolding herself for acting like such a slut. Her back arched, pushing her ass into his erection, gasps of pleasure filled the room as he played with her body. Her face pressed against the cool cement of the wall as he fucked her with his fingers.

"Cum for me" he grunted into her ear, biting down on her neck he thrust 3 fingers into her, his other hand pinching her nipple. Her voice caught in her throat, as her body convulsed. Her pussy contracting around his fingers as she came. She stayed there for what seemed like forever, her head resting against the cement, three of his fingers still deep in her cunt, trying to catch her breath.

"That's a good girl" the cop said pulling his fingers from her pants, patting her ass before moving her so she could sit in one of the chairs.

She looked up at him, a disgusted look in her face, tears forming in her eyes."Will you let me go now?"

"Well that depends on whats in it for me..."