Yes, she does

Milton's Motel was a damn shithole. A cheap, run-down ruin, which only had a right to exist due to its proximity to the airport. Three long, two-story buildings stood in a U-shape around a half-deserted parking lot, each looking dirtier than the next.

“Fucking prick bastard!” Nancy angrily cursed Beretta to herself for ruining her evening plans as she brought her car to a screeching halt, opened the glove box and pulled out her badge, handcuffs and her gun. Clipping her badge and cuffs to her belt she climbed out of the car and looked around to orient herself. Spotting the building with the rooms that were numbered in the twenties to her right, she gripped her gun firmly and approached, quickly, but carefully. “Alright, Syd, I'm at the motel!”

Her heart raced in her chest as she spotted the '23'. She wished that she had someone for support, but time was of the essence and she could not wait. It was not exactly by the book, but getting a man like Beretta was big enough to bend or forget some rules...

“AAH! AAH! AAAAH!”

Hearing the high-pitched, female screams coming through the cheap motel room door, Nancy gripped her gun a little tighter and crouched, approaching the room with a mixture of hurry and carefulness. For a split-second she had thought that the piece of shit was abusing a woman in there, but a heartbeat later realization quickly had hit home that what was transpiring on the other side of this door was another kind of action.

“Pretty sure he's still there!” she hissed into her phone, “I'm going in, Syd. Talk to you in a minute...” With that, the LAPD detective hung up and quickly slipped her phone back into her pocket. Eyes trained on the door she took her gun in both hands. She took a few deep breaths, bracing herself for mayhem.

“AAAH! AAAH! AAAAH!” Hearing the cries of pleasure rise to a crescendo, Nancy picked her moment of offense. Hoping that a strike in the middle of the woman's orgasm would add to the confusion of her surprise attack, the Latina grit her teeth and rammed her shoulder, with her complete body weight behind it, into the door.

“AAAAAAAAH!”

CRASH!

“LAPD! FREEZE!” Nancy shouted as the ramshackle wood of the lock splintered and the door slammed open, hitting the wall so hard the doorknob left a dent in the dry wall. Bringing her gun up, Nancy trained it on the couple twisted in a pleasurable pretzel on the worn down motel bed.

“AAAH!” the woman's pleasurable cry turned shrill. She had ridden the man in full gallop as it seemed, her back facing the door and Nancy blinked in slight irritation as her eyes were instinctively drawn to the Asian woman's tight ass and the thick shaft that stretched out the pussy just below that butt. Alarmed by Nancy's sudden entrance and ripped from her gleeful throes the slim woman jumped off the thick cock, gripping a discarded sheet and clutching it up to her chest for cover, staring at the gun-slinging intruder in wide-eyed shock.

His female partner's sudden dismount caused Vincent's cock to spring up and wetly smack against his own abs, thoroughly coated in female juices. Nancy, irritated by the absurdity of the situation despite having done the best to brace herself, had to fight an inner urge to watch the thick, bobbing manhood and instead keep focused on the job at hand as the young man instinctively made his move and dived towards the pile of clothes next to the bed, undoubtedly going for some kind of weapon.

“FREEZE!” Nancy shouted again, giving the threat emphasis by taking a further step towards the bed, her gun firmly aimed at the young man's chest. This got his compliance as he stopped his move almost mid jump, instead showing her the palms of his hands in an obvious gesture of defeat. His expression as he looked up at her was a mixture of a myriad of emotions, surprise, anger, fear, shock, the remnants of the pleasure he had just been robbed of...

However, he obeyed. The chaos was over. After a few moments of wild action, noise of sex and aggression and general confusion a silence took the room. Honed by years of training Nancy was the first to regain her composure.

“Vincent Beretta!” she loudly declared as she stepped further into the room, careful to keep her eyes trained on the suspect. “You are hereby under arrest for the suspected **** of James Bigby!”

Having heard that sentence, the young man slumped back into a sitting position on the bed. His hands still raised, he made no attempt to cover up his nakedness and all the emotions drained from his features, replaced by defeat.

“Shiiiit, McKenna...” he muttered soundlessly, “You couldn't have waited like half an hour?!”

Nancy smirked, the enthusiasm of victory washing over her, but she kept both her guard and her gun up as she approached. “Let's be real, Beretta. Half a minute would have been enough for you... but it was more than you deserved.”

Rolling his eyes, the criminal nonetheless kept quiet, albeit she could see a twitch of anger in the corner of his mouth.

Briefly glancing over to the third party in the room, Nancy assessed the situation. Pretty, early twenties, Asian and fit. High heels and a tasteful white sundress in a crumble at the foot of the bed. A hooker. It fit Vincent's MO. Young and brash, he'd risk getting away safely just to get his dick wet... She was not a part of this, probably just a college girl trying to get the tuition fees paid.

Usually, she'd have kept her there, for questioning just on the narrow chance that her testimony would bring something new to the table, but this situation was not usual. Knowing that she had rushed this, had come unprepared and alone into an unknown situation Nancy realized that she was lucky. She was outnumbered two to one here and it would be best to even the numbers. She could just be glad that Beretta was not a gangbang enthusiast or the situation could have turned even more messy.

“You!” Nancy addressed the girl, pointing her chin at her without taking her eyes off the suspect even for another moment, “Out!”

The girl whimpered and hesitated, causing Nancy to frown. “If you are going to ask for your money I will arrest you too, just for being dumb!”

That drove the message home. The girl scrambled to pick up her dress and heels and, still wrapped in the sheet, she hurried past Nancy, smartly making the decision to get dressed in the hallway. The detective circled clear of her to give her an escape route. Despite her assessment of the hooker being a non-threat she was not willing to take any chances. She only relaxed ever so slightly in regards to that part of the equation once the girl had left the room and pulled the half-broken door shut behind herself.

Vincent gave a defeated smile, nodding as he accepted his defeat and all it entailed. “Fine...” he muttered, “I almost had you though, McKenna... A few hours and I would have been gone with the wind, Cartel would have gotten me out of here.”

“And yet you didn't win” Nancy retorted, reaching for her belt and tossing the handcuffs onto the bed between the man's legs, “You are going away for a long time, prick. Put them on!”

Vincent looked at the cuffs, then at her with a small smirk. “You don't wanna put 'em on me? That kinda was a fantasy of mine ever since I first saw that tasty Latina ass of yours...”

Nancy winced. “Guess you’ll have that fantasy to keep you warm in all those years to come in prison!” she retorted before gesturing with the gun, “Now put them on...”

The young killer sighed, the smirk once more giving way to defeat. He picked up the steel cuffs and seemed to do as she said, slapping the first one around his left wrist when he hesitated. Looking up at her from his seated, submissive position he asked for one act of mercy. “Can I put my pants on, please? Don't really wanna swing my dick into everyone's face out there...”

The question left Nancy speechless for a second. This was a situation she had never been in. She wanted the man cuffed ASAP, sure, but his complaint was legit. Leading him out there butt naked did not really shine a good light on the LAPD, would make it look like she did not give a crap about the dignity of a suspect and dirty her name. On the other hand, she really did not want to dress him, the thought of having the man's thick, veiny cock right in her face as she pulled up his pants for him was a truly unsettling thought.