Cindy puts the pressure on

"Miss Danton, that's enough," Officer Cobb says, the firmness of her voice betrayed by a little quaver.

"That's what I kept saying last year," Cindy purrs, wriggling against your back. "You kept 'protecting' me, not stopping even when I said I'd had enough. But you knew what I needed...you knew I needed more..."

Officer Cobb is blushing fiercely now, carefully not meeting your eyes. She looks unsure of herself, unsettled by Cindy's behaviour. She hooks her thumbs in her belt, pressing her lips together as she tries to make a decision.

"I was so excited," Cindy breathes, "My hands cuffed behind me...drunk...my dress up around my neck...I guess I lost my panties somewhere..."

"You didn't lose them, you took them off so that guy could fuck you in the alley," the cop says.

"Yes...that's right...that's when you handcuffed me...for my 'protection'...you 'protected' me and your partner 'protected' my friend Megan....you let the guys go I guess...I remember...they talked to you...all of you laughing..."

"Someone else dealt with them," Office Cobb says quickly, her eyes suddenly very nervous and flickering at you. You frown thoughtfully as you watch the scene unfolding in front of you.

"I guess...and you and your partner dealt with Megan and I...'protected' us...'protected' us from everyone..." Cindy purrs, her voice dripping with hidden meaning. "We were happy to be 'protected'...Megan and I...so happy..." She wriggles against you, looking at Officer Cobb with smouldering eyes. "I need to be 'protected' again Officer...'protected' by you and Dean Hawkfeather...'protected' good and hard..."

You can't believe what you're hearing, or at the reaction the pretty police officer has to Cindy's urgent taunting words. Her face is flushed, glowing with embarrassment and what looks like excitement, her eyes locked on the brazen teen behind you. She looks at you, chewing on the corner of her lip, looking like she's trying to make a difficult decision.

"Please Dean..." Cindy murmurs, grinding her body against your back, "Please help 'protect' me...if I go anywhere like I am right now...I don't know what will happen to me...I need both of you to 'protect' me."

You look at the troubled police officer and shrug, raising one eyebrow. You're feeling out of your depth in this conversation, unsure of what all the hidden meanings are, but unwilling to make the first decisive step. Officer Cobb looks at you for a long moment, as if weighing the options, before she takes a deep breath and exhales slowly with a short nod.

"Get off the bike Miss Danton," she says with a voice that shakes slightly as she reaches to her belt for a pair of handcuffs.