Really?

The second cop pushed me against the cold concrete wall. The stone was rough against my back, cool—a stark contrast to the heat that was still racing through my body.

My head was buzzing like after a bass drop. Or was it still that endless rave in my skull? For a moment, I just closed my eyes. First, take a deep breath. Water was dripping from a pipe somewhere.

His hands held me tight so I wouldn't slump down again. Not roughly – more like he was checking to see if I was still there.

I laughed. Quietly. Confused.

The night suddenly felt denser. Heavier. More charged.

My pulse was pumping like a second beat.

I felt the heat between us, that shimmering crackle that sometimes arises on nights like this, when boundaries, ****, and reality merge.

Anyway, I still notice him taking off his pants.

Really? Another one? Awesome!

My head was still in the tunnel. I just leaned there, let myself sink against the wall, felt my breath, his breath, the cold air, the warm skin—all at once, all too much.

And then...

...he rams his dick into my pussy so hard it pops. Even harder and deeper than the first one.

I go with it. I don't know which way is up or down anymore. Just wild pounding, moaning, fucking. I think I came again, but don't ask me.

Then he cums too, and the moment bursts like a soap bubble in a strobe light. He gets up, puts some distance between us, gets his uniform ready. Helps me back onto my feet.

Reality kicks back in.

Handcuffs click somewhere. The radio crackles. Someone says my name, which I must have given them at some point. The alleyway steams in the cold light.

And I stand there, still swaying, thinking:

Man... what a night.