The Cop wants his cut.

You can’t believe how much better you feel as you circle around to the passenger side of the Police Cruiser. Yes, your still tainted and you can still feel ‘him’ sloshing around in your belly; but the nice Police Officer that’s here doesn’t know anything about that. And you sure as Hell aren’t going to breathe a word of it to anybody. You can’t even remember where you were headed this morning when you left the house, the only important thing now is getting home and taking the longest, hottest shower ever before you sleep for a year. So what if there’s a disgusting **** out there who knows about your curse and wants you for his eternal sex ****?! You can worry about it later.

“Thank you sooooo much for helping me,” you chirp as you slide in beside the overweight officer. Looking down again at your body you realize just what a mess that other man has left you: half dressed, dirty, and dripping his cum from your mouth and now your stomach too.

“So, are you new to all this?” the Officer asks simply, “I haven’t seen you around here before.”

‘New’ to car trouble? “Uh… yeah,” you mumble as you try to cover yourself better with the clothing you still have. “It’s my first time really.”

“First time…” he echoes as he watching you tugging at your shirt and skirt.

“Yeah,” you continue, oblivious to his staring, “so if you could just get me back to my street corner, I’d really really REALLY appreciate it.”

“I’ll bet you would,” he breathes as his eyes continue to explore your curves, “a street corner huh?”

Finally finished with your primping, you turn to smile widely at this incredibly nice Policeman and immediately your smile freezes. The look in his eyes is chillingly familiar. You gulp loudly before you continue, “yes sir, please can you g-give me a ride,” you ask, the meekness in your tone surprising even yourself.

“I sure can,” he says with a leering smile as he leans in closer. He rests one of his hands against your back. “You know we have a bit of an ‘understanding’ with women of your profession,” he says as his other hand moves to his crotch.

Your profession? Office temp? You don’t understand what he’s talking about but you don’t trust where this is heading. “R-r-really? You don’t say,” you sputter nervously.

“I do,” he says as he begins to rub idly at his pants and the organ you’ve already gotten too acquainted with this morning. “Or… I can run you down to the Station and throw you in the lockup. Your call.”