A handsome policewoman who wants to help

"What the fuck do you...?" The snarled response of the blonde died in a strangled gasp of shock. Tom followed her stunned stare, and found himself gazing at another woman in a sharp uniform, a blue collared shirt with a badge pinned to the label and long black trousers. She was taller than both his tormentors, one of the tallest women he'd ever seen, with piercing hazel eyes and short brown hair cut just above her ears. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he gazed at her face, sharp and sculpted like he'd almost expect to see up on posters for the latest Hollywood blockbuster. As the big action star of course, her arm tossed around the shoulders of some pretty starlet boy ten years her junior whose only role would be to flash his butt during some sordid sex scene.

"You were saying?" The police officer sneered, gazing down at the businesswomen with contempt. Her muscled forearms bulged as she crossed them over her ample chest, veins popping out from her pale skin. She must work out a hell of a lot, Tom found himself thinking distantly, his cheeks glowing hot.

"My apologies, officer." The tanned one simpered. "Nothing's wrong here. We were just on break and getting a midday snack from this delightful boy's stall, that's all. Nothing to be worried about." Tom winced. Even when groveling, she'd somehow taken the chance to clumsily hit on him again.

"Not what it looked like to me." The police officer tossed her head, eyes flashing. Underneath her slight accent, her words rumbled with threat. "It looked to me like you were harassing the poor guy. He clearly doesn't want anything to do with you cunts, and I don't blame him. So how about you move on, before we have a real problem?" The tanned woman paused, clearly more than a little shocked to see anyone standing up to her at last, least of all in defense of a man she'd been bullying.

"Let's go, Sandra." The blonde hissed like a cat. "The little Crumble's slut isn't even worth it. Probably just got off sucking his manager's clit anyway, and he'll have another pussy planted on that pretty face before the hour is through." She nodded towards the police offer at that. The tanned one gave Tom a vicious look that made him shrink back behind his stall. How was it his fault she'd made an idiot of herself? Then she finally turned and stalked away down the food court, her friend at her side.

Tom breathed a long sigh of relief, his heart still pounding in his chest. Fuck...that had been way too close. Why did he always, always freeze up when a woman started getting rough? He should have been firmer, just said no to her straight out, or at least ducked behind his stall, done something to stop her grabbing him the way she'd clearly meant to. Thank God that handsome police officer had intervened or he'd been in a whole lot of trouble right now. At that thought his wide gaze flickered back to the tall woman, still standing near his stall. She was staring at him too, her piercing eyes seeming to look right through him. His blush deepened, and he realized distantly his cheeks must be bright scarlet right now.

"You alright, lad?" She asked, her voice smooth and honied without that rumbling anger that had sent his tormentors scrambling. Her accent made the question sound almost musical. He couldn't quite place where it was from, but that just made her seem exotic. "Hey, you alright over there?" She repeated, waving a large hand at him, so much bigger than his own dainty ones.

"Oh yes, of course!" Tom nodded frantically, realizing he'd just stood there gawping like an idiot. "Um, thank you so much, officer." He managed to gasp out, trembling with embarrassment. Oh, he was making such a fool of himself in front of the handsomest woman he'd ever seen, and right after she'd pulled his dumb ass out of the fire too. "Please...if you'd like, I can offer you any of our baked goods, free of charge." The young man continued, waving a trembling hand over the selection of cookies, cakes and brownies on display in front of him. His manager would give him Hell for it, but he wasn't about to let her good deed go unrewarded. In the Masculinist meetings he went to, the other guys were always asking for women to intervene like she had, step up and tell each other when they were going too far instead of just making things worse. This was the first time he'd ever seen it actually happen.

"Well, I'm not about to say no to an offer like that." The police officer stepped forward, her eyes flickering briefly over the display before they darted back up to meet his hesitant stare. "I'll have a couple of them sugared donuts, please. I know it's a stereotype, right? Cops and donuts, but I can't get enough off the sweet, doughy devils."

"We'll keep it as our little secret then, ma'am." Tom stammered as he made a clumsy grab for one of the donuts with his tongs. He'd never been tongue-tied like this around a woman before, but right now he could hardly even speak. Thankfully, the officer seemed to like his stupid line, because she chuckled roughly, her piercing eyes twinkling. Fuck, she was just so hot. And in that smart uniform too, the way her collared shirt clung tightly to her broad shoulders and big tits, the sparkling silver badge on her lapel drawing the eye. Tom just couldn't stop himself from staring, no matter how much he'd always complained about women leering at him. At least he was being subtle about it, and her kind loved attention from men, didn't they?

When he bagged the donuts and limply held them out to her, she took them from his hand, her fingers briefly touching his own. It felt like an electric spark jumped between them, sending heat flooding up his arm and down into his madly fluttering belly. Oh...he was so hard right now and the stupid pink trousers he had on as part of his Crumble's uniform were just way too fucking tight. If she saw his erection, he was pretty sure he'd die of embarrassment.

"I'm sure they'll be very sweet." The police officer commented, but she was looking right at his face when she said it. "You have a great day now, Thomas." He froze, wondering how she knew his name, then he remembered it was on the badge pinned to his chest of course. She turned to leave, and Tom had a panicked thought he'd probably never see her again.

"Wait..." The young man gasped out. The police officer paused, glancing back at him in confusion. "What's your name, officer?" Tom asked lamely, his hands working in front of his fluttering belly. It was the only question he could think of.

"It's Juliette, but you can call me Julie." The officer replied, with a dazzling smile that took his breath away. "I'm off duty in a couple hours. I'll drop by again then and make sure you're still alright, okay Thomas?" The young man just nodded limply. She winked at him, then turned on her heels and strode away, leaving him standing there blushing like a furnace, his legs awkwardly crossed to try and relieve the pressure in his stiff dick. Two hours, huh? He found he couldn't wait...