Local run down pub

The following Saturday afternoon, the knock came again.

Emma’s stomach flipped the moment she saw the officer on the doorstep. it took her a second to recognise her out of uniform, wearing a tight white t-shirt and cream legging that clung her curvy body, but it was the same cold smile that Emma recognised.

The cop carried a plain black gym bag slung over one shoulder.

“Get in the car,” she said simply.

Mark didn’t argue. Emma swallowed her nerves and followed. The bag was tossed in the boot. The officer drove.

"you got my text", they nodded, "and you are wearing the underwear I instructed" again both nodded

They ended up at a rough pub on the edge of town. the building was concreate with more that one broken window. In the beer garden, men smoked by the side door, a group of bikers clustered around their pints inside. Mark and Emma were not used to this they were too soft to even think about entering a place like this.

The officer parked at the far end of the lot and turned to Emma. “Strip to the underwear I told you to wear.”

Emma’s hands trembled as she peeled away her coat and dress. Black lace bra, stockings, suspenders — and nothing else. She sat in the passenger seat, nearly naked, flushed red with shame.

The officer opened her bag and pulled out a set of handcuffs and fastened them behind Emma's back trapping her hands behind her.

Emma's breasts jutted out provocatively and Mark felt his excitement growing

“Out of the car.”

Emma obeyed, body quivering, stepping out onto the tarmac in her stockings. The cold air hit her bare skin. She heard Mark in the back seat, already pulling out his phone to record.

The officer yanked Emma's arm, pulling her across the car park. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. A man leaning on his motorbike blinked in disbelief, cigarette dangling forgotten from his mouth.

Emma’s face burned with humiliation. Every fibre of her screamed to run but her pussy throbbed with forbidden heat.

The officer stopped in front of the pub’s side wall beside a lamppost, she pushed Emma back to that the metal of the pole was in her lower back, with a quick adjust of the handcuffs Emma was trapped unable to move from the metal pole. The officers smiled and with one hand, she dragged the hem of Emma’s bra up, exposing her breasts. Gasps and laughter rippled from the smokers nearby.

“Open your legs,” the officer ordered.

Emma did, trembling, fully exposed in the afternoon light, the cop was face to face with Emma and she felt her fingers pull her knickers to the side and something entered her.

Emma swallowed as the cop pulled her fingers back to Emmas mouth letting her suck her own liquid "you love it you slut"

The cop walked away leaving Emma attached to the pole, she could feel a strange presence deep in her pussy.

In a voice loud enough for the men to hear. “Show them all what kind of slut hides behind the respectable dresses.”

Emma felt a vibration deep in her pussy. Her cheeks flamed as she looked at the cop, she was controlling something that she put in her with her mobile phone, Emma looked wide eyed as the knowing strangers were watching. Someone laughed. Another muttered “Jesus Christ…” under his breath.

The officer leaned in with one of the bikers and showed him her phone, he laughed and pushed the screen causing a wave of pleasure deep in Emma, The cop walked over to her and leaned in close, her voice sharp in Emma’s ear. “They all see you. Every disgusting inch. And you love it.”

Emma moaned, mortified at the truth of it. Her body betrayed her, hips rocking, juices glistening on her thighs.

One of the bikers groaned, openly rubbing himself through his jeans. Another pulled out his phone, snapping photos.

Emma’s orgasm built like fire, shame and desire colliding in her chest. When it tore through her, she cried out, legs trembling, breasts bouncing as she convulsed in front of the strangers. she closed her eyes.

The officer screamed "Open them", forcing her to look at the growing circle of onlookers. “See? She came for you. Pathetic, isn’t it?”

The men laughed, some cheering, others leering. Emma wanted the ground to swallow her whole, but deep inside, she wanted more.

The officer let her legs go week and she slid down the pole, panting and broken, before hauling her upright and removing the handcuffs

“Back in the car,” she said casually, pulling her arm. “This was just your warm-up.” the device still buzzed deep inside of her.