Yes, the cop shows

You are just putting on a fresh coat of lipgloss in your bathroom mirror when the doorbell rings. You go bounding down the stairs to answer the door with your heart pounding in your throat. It's always exciting when you know you're probably about to get screwed by a new man.

The muscular cop is wearing the same mirrored aviator glasses and he's chewing gum.

"Hi!" You exclaim as you stand framed in the doorway.

"Hello, young lady," the cop's smile spreads beneath his mustache. "I wasn't sure you'd live up to your end of the agreement."

"I keep my word," you pout, but quickly recover. "Come on in."

You grab his beefy bicep and tug on him. He follows you into the house and looks around. He takes off his sunglasses and hangs them from his uniform pocket.

"Nice place," he comments.

"My parents do pretty well," you reply and keep pulling him towards the staircase.

"They're not around, are they?" He asks with a hint of apprehension.

"Of course not, silly," you smile.

He stops at the foot of the stairs and seems to notice you again. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on the swell of your firm ass in the mini-shorts. You shift your hips to give him a little tease.

"My room is upstairs," you say.

He follows you up the stairs, his face at ass-level. You put an extra wiggle in your walk since he seems to enjoy the view.

Your bedroom is a pink paradise. Very girly.

"I haven't had a chance to make the bed," you comment, looking at the twisted sheets and comforter.

"That's alright," the cop shrugs. "By the way, my name is Dick."

You giggle. You take his hand lightly and shake it, then you give him a sultry look and a practiced bat of your eyelashes.

"So officer," you read the name plate on his uniform, "Dick Plower...I don't think you came all this way to talk about my housekeeping."

"No, I suppose I didn't, young lady," Dick's smile returns.

You wonder if he's going to take charge or if you're going to have to lead the way.