Yeah, ehm... no?

Both Miranda and Nicole look at each other, then your crush breaks the stall.
"I don't want to go to jail. Mom would kill me if she finds out..."
"Oh, you think she may not? Find out I mean," scoffs Matt immediately incinerated by her stare.
"Neither do I, Miranda, but... I'm not going to blow a stranger just like that."

"I know, I know, but... I mean, neither do I, but... couldn't we maybe work something out?" your crush pleads to the cop.
Mac shrugs his shoulders. "I don't care how you do it, girl, you just have to make my partner smile. You can blow him or tell him a joke, for how much I care, if that's ok with him. Give him a handjob, that seems to be your specialty," he winks.

"That was... That was for a game we were... oh fuck that! My name is Miranda anyway."
"Well, maybe Miranda could dance for him. I mean, you're pretty good at that, right, Miranda?"
Everyone looks at Sarah.
"What? Isn't that what everyone was thinking about?"

"Dance? Who do you think he is? Bah... I don't know, he's not going to like this," grumbled the man scratching the side of his head with the barrel of his gun.
"It's a sexy dance, Mr. Officer. Like in a strip club or something," explains Nicole.
"Oh, hmm, so you mean a strip dance or a lap dance?"
Nicole looks confused, she looks to Miranda who shakes her head.
"I mean... either? Or both, I don't know, really."

Mac seizes up Miranda. "Are you up for it, or are you just a freaky slut? You sure do look like you have the assets," he wheels around her and leers at her ass.
Miranda looks back bashfully at the cop as he comes back in front of her. She is really intimidated right now. Her willingness to 'work something out' has put her on the spot, but she doesn't look very confident about it anymore
You would like to intervene, come out of your hiding, but what good could it do if you let him catch you too?

"You know what? I'll call Vince in, so you can discuss this thing by yourselves... Hey Vince, do you copy? Lock the car and get your black ass in here, we may have gotten lucky tonight, hehe."
The voice on the other side of the receiver croaks, "Roger", then falls silent.
Everyone in the room waits for the man to show up with unrest, especially Miranda.
A couple of minutes later, the front door creaks, and a tall, beefy black man in blue uniform makes his way next to his colleague with his gun drawn out. He is really big.

"Mac," he nods, "What's the situation partner?"
"It seems we have a 69-69..."
"69-69? I don't recall being an entry in the manual with that I.D. code..."
"I mean it means 'bitches ready to get down on her knees', you big dumbass."
"Uh?"

"YOU GET TO WET YOUR TIP TONIGHT. CAN YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING?" gestured the older man to his dumbfounded, younger colleague.
The tall cop looks around the room, notices Nicole, Miranda, and especially Sarah covering her breasts.
"Oh, OH! "
Finally, he smiles and makes a humming sound of approval then puts his gun back in the holster.

"Ok, listen up. I'm taking the foxy, topless one with red hair, you get to chose between the other two. They are... still arguing over it. Too eager, apparently," he sniggers.
Vince hums again, then sizes up Miranda and Nicole who are staring him back visibly scared and surprised and a little offended too.

"That's a tough call," he sighs after a moment holding his chin, "I must say have a thing for blonde, baby-faced girls like her," he says nodding at Nicole, "but damn, the other one is hot."
You gulp at his remark, the fear of something happening to Miranda becoming more real.
"I actually don't care, you have can one or both or neither, " grumbled the older cop, Mac. "Now handcuff their boyfriends to something heavy, I don't want them to pull anything on us while we have some fun."

Vince nods, grabs his handcuffs from his belt, and crosses over to Matt.
Your friend protests, but he is quickly overpowered by the imposing black man.
The cop drags him on his feet then next to a massive wrought-iron sculpture that by the looks of it must weigh a ton.
It's right next to the window, so you have to pull your head down.

"Which one is yours?" He asks as he handcuffs Matt to what could be the arm of a beast-man creature. "Which one is what?" "Your girlfriend?"
Matt seems to think about his reply for a bit.
"They are not our... girlfriends. They are just girl friends, you know. This is... I mean, we are just friends having a party."

"Hmm, so that means isn't there one of them you like?"
"I like the one that's going to give a bj to your friend, actually."
"Well, too bad. I'm sure you'll have your chance..."
"And my buddy likes that other one, Miranda... and Nicole, the baby-faced one, I grew up with her. I mean, they are all good, well-bred girls..."
"Look, it's going to be alright. I'm not going to **** anyone to do anything, ok? I'm a cop, after all," he beams as he stands up.

"And you know, to be truthful, both Miranda and Nicole are also virgins. They are not... any good in bed if you know what I mean," Says Matt before the man can walk away.
You wonder if that' an attempt to sway him from his purposes or to lower his expectations.
If it is, it is kind of pathetic.
"Don't you say, uh? Well, geez, thanks for sharing. I'll keep that in mind and be as gentle as possible," he replies with a smile that looks to you way more creepy than it should have.

Vince then moves to Tom who apparently still hadn't recovered from Mac's earlier threat. The cop has to literally lift him from the ground and carry him over his shoulder to the statue next to Matt to accomplish his task. Something he does with no sweat. Meanwhile the assholes whimpers and weeps like he's about to die. You can't help but chuckle at the sight.

"So, hmm, Mac, what's the deal you struck with these guys, exactly?"
Mac sighs affectedly, "The girl over there offered to blow me if I didn't call her parents and took them all in for the night. I said that if she could put something in for my partner too it was a deal, and those girls over there agreed."
"So I've got to choose which one is gonna blow me?"

"W-Wait!" Stammers Matt "We didn't agree to that, we said we would only dance!"
"Dance?" sniffs Vince, "Who do you think I am?"
"A sexy dance, she gonna do a sexy dance, a lap dance," precise Nicole.
The man hums, not exactly pleased.
"It's also a striptease. A strip-dance, actually," pushes Miranda.
"So... you're both gonna strip and dance together for me or what?" Asked the man making a difficult face.

"Both? Together?" The girls gasp looking at each other.
"Of course. But, hum, just to be clear are, we talking about a sexy show, with some smooching and touching, right? Not some dance-in-the middle-of-the-room-while-I-jack-off thing, right? Oh wait... are you two going kiss each other?"
Nicole blushes, so does Miranda.

But then your friend suddenly speaks.
"You've got a deal, we'll do this together, right Miranda? We'll put on a show for you," She replies, a tad too hastily for your opinion.
"Great!" booms Mac with his coarse voice, "Now that it's all set, I beg your pardon."
He crosses to Sarah who has been watching the whole scene in silence.

"Lead the way, honey." He smirks while putting the secure to his gun, then he tucks it back into his holster.
Sarah turns to him, smiles.
"Can we just get over with it? I mean, here?"
"Whoa, Miss, you want to suck my cock in front of your boyfriends? Just like that?"

"I don't see any problem with that. They're just my friends, besides."
Mac grins, seized Sarah up with renewed interest, then takes a handful of her breasts, squeeze it till a gasp left the girl's mouth, and then slaps it.
"Very well then, but you'll be losing your pants nonetheless."

"It's your funeral, grampa," shrugs Sarah.
"If you want to keep it in the family, I'd like you to call me 'daddy', "he grins.
"So where are we going?" Asks Vince with a peculiarly stolid expression.
"I don't care, just get the fuck out of here. I don't want to see you jacking off, Vince. That thing you've got between your legs puts me off every goddamn time I see it, damn you freak."

Miranda and Nicole exchange an alarmed look at the cop's remark.
"Well girls, I bet we can find ourselves a cozy place, come on."
"The bedrooms are upstairs. Pick one, just not the last one on the left hallway. It's my parents, they would really get mad if they found something out of place," chimed in Sarah.

"Sounds like a plan," nods Vince.
He gestures Miranda and Nicole up the stairs. The girls throw each other one last terrified look before complying. "Ok, honey, let's get down to business..." grins Mac to Sarah as Vince starts climbing the stairs.
You look away, left and right in the garden. The only thought on your mind now was the safety of Miranda and Nicole. There must be a way to reach the second floor without being noticed.

Maybe, with a little luck, you could put Vince out of play, knock him out and free them.
Well, that is actually a long shot, but who knows, maybe something will come up and you'll get your chance to help them.
Or maybe not, and you'll just end up having to helplessly watch your crush and your childhood friend humiliating themselves in front of that cop.