You get booked by the police department

A couple patrons of the diner hold you down long enough for police to arrive. The police strip search you, beating you mercilessly when they discover the Chinese woman hooked up to your cock. They cuff you and haul you off to the station, tossing you in solitary confinement and slamming the door shut.

‘Shit, Davis is gonna kill me when he finds out about this,’ you think to yourself. ‘That’s if he can even get me out of here…’

Time drags to a standstill, you’re cooped up in there for what feels like hours, maybe even days… You try passing the time a few different ways, organizing the pebbles in your cell by size, doing a full workout circuit not once but twice, even masturbating to completion a few times. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a guard approaches your cell.

“You’re being transferred to another prison. Come with me,” he says sternly. He handcuffs you and slips a black bag over your head, kicking you in the back of the knee and pushing you down the hallway. More footsteps join you, they walk you up a few flights of stairs and out onto the roof

You can barely hear yourself think over the roar of a helicopter, a helicopter that four sets of hands roughly shove you into. The helicopter takes off as soon as you sit down, unfortunately you have **** but to patiently wait for what happens next.

The helicopter ride doesn’t take long, within 20 minutes they’re already pushing you out of the chopper and leading you down a flight of stairs. You wind through a few hallways before entering a room, where they rip the bag off your head.

“Davis!” You exclaim, breathing a sigh of relief when you see your boss glaring at you from behind his desk.

“Johnson, if you know what’s good for you you’ll shut your god damn mouth right now,” Davis barks. Spit flies from his jowels as he tears into you. “Do you have any idea what kind of strings I had to pull to get you out of there?!”

Davis cuts you off before you can respond. “I told you, I told you leave the sex toy at home! It’s weird, and it’s creepy, and it compromises your mission!” David continues rambling.

“It took me hours, hours to convince the police **** that you were an international human trafficker, and hours after that to convince them to let us extradite you. What do you have to say for yourself?!”

“What did they do with Bao Ling?” You ask.

“BAO CHING CHANG CHONG DOESN’T EXIST ANYMORE! YOU HAVE LOST YOUR PRIVILEGES YOU PERVERTED SEXUAL DEVIANT!” He roars. Unperturbed, you try to scratch an itch with your shoulder.

“And what about Katrina? Have your ‘interrogators’ finished working her over yet?” You say casually. Davis lets out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, they haven’t, Johnson, that’s actually the reason I bailed you out. We need you to break her down and get her to talk. If you can make this happen, we’ll let Bao Ling be water under the bridge.”

“Does this mean I can have her back?” You say excitedly. Davis turns red.

“KOWALSKI, GET THIS DEVIANT OUT OF MY SIGHT!” He roars, pointing his shaking finger at the door. The agent to your right, Pete Kowalski, grabs you by the arm and leads you out of the office.

“Boy, he sure seemed pissed,” you remark to Kowalski as you’re led down the hallway. He stops to unlock your handcuffs. “What was that all about?” You ask.

“Well, you did come close to compromising our agency,