Rob Has A Run In With The Police (Poll Winner)

Well, in a stunning turn of events "The Police" beat out "Meets With The Teachers" at the last second by a single vote! Definitely did not see this coming.

Thank you everyone who voted this go around. Like I said, if you were hoping for "Meets With The Teachers" or "Goes To Area 51" to win, those two storylines will still be appearing at some point, either normally or through another vote.

Regardless of his wealth, power, and the many, many beautiful woman at his beck and call, Rob was still the same old person with the same old habits. Things like, going out to the grocery store; ordinary, mundane things. Sure, he could (and had) ordered his slaves to do his chores for him (Brigitte being very, very eager to apply herself anything remotely domestic in nature), but every now and again, Rob would forget he had such an option and fell back into his old routine.

Sometimes, however, Rob purposefully did something like that as a sort of mental pallete cleanser. To turn off for a few hours and separate himself from his life of luxury, relaxation, corruption, enslavement, and sex. Most men would probably find him crazy for stepping away from such a life, even briefly, but Rob felt it helped him regain perspective on everything. Let him recharge his batteries. And made his harem of superheroes, queens, amazons, and magicians feel all the more special.

And so, that's where he found himself now, not on any specific errand, but simply cruising along an empty stretch of highway outside of Port Reyes, enjoying the scenic central Californian vistas around him. The blue sky, the bright sun, the warm wind all around him. It was a lovely day for a drive, to take to the open road and just enjoy the simplicity of the world.

So, when Rob heard the angry whine of the siren, accompanied by the flashing red and blue police lights, he blanched, dismayed and frustrated.

“Oh, great...” He grumbled, slowly down and pulling over to the shoulder. This wasn't suppose to happen! Life was suppose to be easy from here on out. He had all the power he needed, and the love of dozens of enamoured slavegirls! He didn't even do anything wrong! Yet, here he was, getting pulled over by some bully in a badge...

Not to get overly political, but Rob was not a fan of the police. He could go on and on about abuses of power and misappropriation of tax-payers money and so on and so forth, but he knew at the heart of it, it's because one of his school-age bullies came from a family of cops. And went on to join the police, as well. And the badge and the blues did nothing to change that attitude, Rob knew. He was the same jerk as he was in high school, but now with actual authority to back up his dimwitted cruelty.

So, yes, Rob had a dim view on cops. So dim in fact, that it clouded his new reality. That an encounter like this might lead to a new acquisition...

The sound of booted feet crunching gravel grew closer, signaling the approach. Rob took a breath to calm himself, push away his anxiety and his ill-attitude, as he blindly greeted the cop. “Afternoon, officer. What seems to be the problem?”

“License and registration, please.” The officer spouted off their cliché, voice flat and sounding quite annoyed, though Rob knew he had his biases. He could have just been projecting things.

Then, he finally caught sight of the cop for the first time, quickly changing his tune. A tall, busty black woman, whose curves stood out even in her uniform. A secret agent in another world, a cop in this, she was kind of a bitch, but also smoking hot, Rob grew a dopey grin as he found himself in the presence of Miss Lana Kane.

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Towering above him in his seat, Lana glared at Rob. He could see his dumb smile reflected in her mirrored sunglasses. “Is there something amusing about this, sir?” She asked, glowering fiercely, affecting an aggressive tone and stance. Dominant and abrasive. Typical cop bullshit.

“Um... no, no... sorry officer.” Rob coughed, trying to suppress his smile. “You, uh... just look like someone I know, is all.” Then, he tried to turn on the charm. It had worked for the most part so far. “So, what seems to be the problem?”

“I'll decide that in a moment.” Lana barked, causing Rob to flinch. “License and registration... please!” She added the last word with a tense hiss.

By this point, all of Rob's gained confidence had begun to vanish. Shrink away. It was like he was himself before the lamp. Even worse, it was like he was back in high school.

“Um, right... I'm sorry, I just-”

“Are you deaf or just stupid!” Lana roared, again. “Get me your license and registration, you fat fuck, or I'm having you arrested.”

“What? For what?”

“Um... I don't know.” With a cocky, cruel smirk, Lana's eyes flashed over Rob's shiny new BMW convertible. “Maybe because your schlubby white-ass could never own a car this nice. Had to have done something sketchy to get it.” Crossing her arms over her chest – which had the effect of pushing up her huge tits – Lana gave one last glare to Rob. “So... are we doing this the easy way, or the hard way?”

Swallowing the indignity of the situation, the humiliation and all of his anger, Rob slowly reached for the glove compartment on the other side of the dash, making sure his other hand was always in Lana's line of sight, and making eye contact with her, too. One could never be too careful with a cop on a power trip.

Blindly groping for the demanded documents, Rob felt them within their plastic sheathe. But, he also felt another object, hard plastic moulded into shape. His fingers felt around, defining what it felt like and it felt like... a gun!

Rob definitely was not the person to own a firearm and, while yes, some of his girls had a penchant for weaponry, he didn't think one of them had snuck it in at any point in time. No, instead, his mind went to the hypnotic video file first appearing on his first day at class. Or the pendant he found in his pant's pocket when he travelled to D.C. to capture Cersei and the others. He was sure that this encounter and this object were the universe conspiring in his favour once more.

Betting on his wishes, Rob seized the mystery object and whipped it out.

“Actually, Miss Kane, I think I choose a third option.” It certainly was a handgun, but nothing like you would see in real life outside of a toy store. Matte black plastic with a bulbous glassy protrusion erupting from the barrel. “I choose my way. The fun way!” Quickly, despite his nerves and the intimidating aura Lana projected, Rob took aim at her head, finger on the trigger.

Lana shouted in surprise, immediately going for her own firearm, but she couldn't even get the holster unclasped. A green beam of energy fired from the bulb of the raygun, streaking through the air and striking Lana square in the forehead. Rob only fired the beam for a second, but one moment of contact was it all it took. Her shout turned into a scream, and then a long moan, as her entire body trembled.

“Gwuuuuuuuuhgh...” Undignified sounds rolled from Lana's mouth, arms going slack at her side, eyes crossing suddenly, making the hot cop look quite stupid in the moment. Then, the shaking and moaning stopped, as Lana's eyes – as in, her whole eye; iris, pupil, and sclera – turned bright green. The same shade as the raygun's beam.

And Rob knew exactly what he had. “Lana, step away from the car.” He ordered in a measured tone.

“Okay...” Lana moaned in a soft voice, her confidence and power all drained from her, as she loosely shuffled away from Rob's car.

Stepping out, Rob was quick to inspect the body of his newest ****. He circled her, drinking in every inch of her luscious form, all the while Lana just stared into space, emotionless and standing at loose attention.

One of Rob's hand took a hold of her big, juicy dump truck of an ass, groping it firmly. “Hmm... love it when a mouthy pig like you gets what's coming...” He whispered into her ear, drawing no response. “Though, unlike most cops I've ran in to, you have a killer body, Lana. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun, with you...”