Drone
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Chapter 19
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 19 - A couple of college aged guys deploy a drone to spy on local college girls, hoping to see some nude sunbathing, showering, and more sexual activity. When they accidentally recording video of a rapist and his victim, they have a moral dilemma: report what happened and face charges themselves for "peeping" or forget what they saw. More attacks take place, reluctantly forcing them into action.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Rape BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
“What did the man look like?”
“Honestly, Lt. Davis, I think it might have been the same guy I saw running away from that attack on campus. Same build, anyway, and he had a beard. It was too dark to see the color for sure, but it looked reddish.”
“Ah. Why did you think it was the man you saw before?”
“Well, ... same area, big guy, beard, and maybe red hair.”
“Ah, yes, you told the dispatcher that.”
“I heard shots. Did you get him?”
“The suspect came to the front door and fired at an officer. A sniper took the shooter out.”
“Was it the same guy?”
“We’ll have to wait for DNA matches to be sure, but he fits the general description. Can you give us positive identification if we show you the body, Mr. Long?”
“What? No. I don’t know the guy. Like I told you, I only saw him from a distance on campus. I didn’t see him well here either, but he looked similar.”
“Ah. No assumptions from you tonight. Well. I guess you should call Mr. Johnson for a ride unless you need a unit to take you somewhere. You’re free to go.” He opened the back door of the squad car for me.
When I got out, he said, “I may need to speak with you again, Mr. Long.” Then he walked away.
I called Matt. “I’m headed for the restaurant now. What do you want to eat?”
“Fuck that shit, bro! Are you okay?”
“They shot him, Matt. Big Mick is dead.”
“Oh! Good. That’s a relief.”
“But the cops are still watching me, so I’m walking to the restaurant. Do you want anything?”
“Dude, I’m not hungry.”
“Neither am I, but I said you dropped me off so I could get some food, so I’d better do it. Give me some time inside there, too. Lt. Davis probably knows your car from seeing it at the apartment. It might look funny if you show up too soon.”
Fifteen minutes later Matt pulled into the parking lot. We drove to his sister’s place, picked at the food I bought, and told her about tonight, but nothing else. Then we went home.