Why not?

I didn't bother to clean up, as I walked by Mother Rebecca, down the stairs and out the door. The Sheriff's Department HQ was down the street less than a block, moved after the incident twenty years ago.

The cops looked at me oddly, but allowed me passage into the station, buzzing my mother and I in. I soon found myself at a desk, staring at pictures on the wall. "It's fucking freezing in here," I said to the old black man, Sheriff Kris Mohr, as he entered. He looked like a younger Samuel L. Jackson.

"We can get you a coat. Both of you." Rebecca, who was visibly shivering in her topless state, politely shrugged off the suggestion. I grabbed her cold tit and gently kneaded it to pass the time.

"Sorry about the air conditioning. Mr. Doe-Hostetler, I called you in here to discuss the current disease you clearly suffer from. Twenty years ago, we had an incident from a disgruntled, troubled individual murdering your father. That will not happen under my watch. We have round-the-clock surveillance, are in the process of vetting all Doestown and nearby Oak Valley residents, and are instituting a no visitors process. Governor Doe's administration gave us reserve funds for EDP protection to rival even the President of the United States.

"Unlike your father, you won't have one bodyguard, who could be sent to fucked on a whim, you will have an entire, independent protection detail, the EDPPS, featuring both uniformed and non-uniformed, undercover, and out-in-the-open officers. Highly trained, authorized to use lethal ****."

"Can I fuck them?"

"Uh, of course. Anyway, the old 3H Compact has been dissolved, and the M.O., if it still exists, classified as a terrorist organization. There are some civil penalties, mainly on the West Coast, but as a Wisconsite, you are constitutionally exempt from civil or criminal penalties.

"To protect you, fully, however, I still need you to follow some simple guidelines. Mainly with regards to stealing people's property and any murders you wish to commit..."

I grew bored with his prattling on, and left mid-sentence. "Let my mother know the rest. I'll sign the paperwork."

I grabbed his dress uniform coat and pushed open his office door. I looked at the receptionist. She looked to be pushing 80. I looked at the desk sergeant. She was some unappealing muscular butch dyke. Wearing just my new coat, I asked some patrolman where the nearest hot fuck would be.

So that's how I found myself in a holding cell with a teenage girl arrested for vandalism or something. I was vandalizing her previously untouched ass when her father stepped in.

"Carlie!" he yelled, having been filled in, luckily, by your patrolman friend. "I hope this ass-**** teaches you a lesson."

"Yes, dad," she said, crying between grunts. I had been annoyed to find out she wasn't a virgin, but she was certainly an anal virgin before my arrival. I slipped my filth covered dick back into this girl's twat and gave her something to remember me buy, pulsating within her as her father watched with disappointment. "Now, thank the young man."

As I plopped out, she looked downcast with a simple "Thank you, mister."

"You can thank me by cleaning me off." I didn't have to spell it out, as she got on her knees, looked at my unerect penis in disgust, and began licking off the remains of my defilement in earnest. I smiled at her uneasy father as he watched the event.

I wiped the rest of my cock on her dirty, now dirtier, blonde hair, and walked to her father. "Go ahead and take sloppy seconds, my man. I'd love that."

You watched with a smirk as this stranger began fucking his daughter at your behest. He was slow and giving her a good time, you observed, taking mental notes before your mother interrupted. "Johnny, the Mayor is here. She wants to fuck you."

"What an honor," you thought, your cock twitching at the idea of fucking America's sexiest mayor, Julia Doe.