"Don't be ridiculous ..."

"Why would we have done something like that?" Replies the Captain coldly.

"Ok, fine, i'm sorry ... but that stuff is not mine, i just got here this morning ... This is just my family vacation house ... You have to belive me!" She whines looking alternatively the two officer in search of understanding.

They both remain indifferent to her plea.
Bisaglia tough, seems to have just noticed that the girls isn't wearing her towel anymore and looks at her like she has never seen a woman before.

An hot, sultry breeze seeps inside the room throught the slats of the lowered blinds.
The cicadas in the distance are the only thing interfering with the deep silence fallen inside the bedroom.

"Ok, i got it! Is this what you want? Fine, there you are ..."Suddenly snaps Vanessa standing up and removing her arms from her breasts.

The two men remain silent.

"Oh, wait! I was almost forgetting .." She adds hysterically, undoing the laces of her panties and letting them fall on the ground.

For a long moment, she remains still, offering completely her chiseled, young body to their gaze.
Their eyes eagerly proceed to probe every nook and cranny of it, shamelessly.

She feels their lust ooze on her, clinging to her naked skin like a warm syrup.
Soaking her.
Soiling her to her most inners self.

"Satisfied? Can you leave now?" She aks with a quiver in her voice, covering again her breast in attempt to hide her swollen nipples, but leaving bare her well-trimmed mound.

The two look at each other, barely for a moment.
Enough to read each other's mind.

"I'm happy to see you are so willing to collaborate ,Vanessa ..." Starts the Captain.

" ... but we have evidence here that we can't ignore even if we would ..." Continues the Marshal.

"You want to see me showering? I can do that! Please, that stuff is not mine!" She whines ****.

"That was ... part of the investigation. It would be pointless now, as we have already verified that you were lying."

The Captain's words hit her like a truck.
She put herself on a stake. Her body. This was her last resort and it was ... useless.

"I-I can't let this stain my record ... i would never get to be a lawyer! Please, just tell my how to get out of this ... i swear, i didn't do anything ..."

The two men look each other again.

Vanessa is on the verge of crying.
She is completely powerless.

Her whole body is betraying her.
She can't breathe, and can barely stand.

The moist heat of the room seems unbearable now.

"The life of a student could be full of pressures, it's only normal to look for a distraction ..." Starts Bisaglia after a while.

"I swear, that stuff is not mine ... it's not mine!" Repeats Vanessa panting, as her leg collapse and she falls back on the large bed.

The Captain gestures her to let the Marshal finish.

" ... we do understand, though. A cop's life is also full of pressures ..." Continues Bisaglia.

" To get you clean out of this? Well, we could ... say that we arrived when the house was still empty. That you got here after us and explained us that you were here for a vacation. You opened the door for us and let us in, remaining outside while we inspected the house and found the bag..."
"This would clear your name completely, and the charge for **** dealing would remain pending against unknown."

"But that would mean lying ..." Intervens Randelli before Vanessa can even understand the full meaning of his collegue's words.

A gentle waft starts blowing on her back, drying her sweat like a gentle caress.
Slightly refreshed, she feels her her senses slowly coming back to normal.

"Why would you lie for me?" Asks hesitantly the girl, suddenly wary.

"Oh, don't worry about that ... Since you're so willing, i'm sure we can easily reach an
agreement ..."

"W-What do you expect me to do?"

"Well, the Marshal told you how stressing our life could be ... and everyone needs a vent valve to keep going on ... Lately we'have been under a great deal for pressure. Maybe you could help us to relieve some stress?"

Vanessa feels her heart racing in her chest.
She knows what they want from her...

"I have a boyfriend ..."

"And where is he now?" Asks the Marshal from his corner.

"He is ... He should be here soon."

"Well, that's a shame ..."

"Actually he should be here any minute now ... I was waiting for him when you arrived ... that's why i didn't bother to dress when i first hear the door."

"He usually fucks me right away on the droorstep if we don't see each other for more than a day ..." Add Vanessa defiatnly after a brief pause.

A shade of irritation wrinkles the Randelli's confident grin for a moment.

She lied, hoping that the prospective of being caught here by Christian would be enough to drive them away.

The question is, did the Captain fall for it?