Chapter 3: The City’s Finest (Piece of Ass)

The two tall and well-built officers busted in through the unlocked door, their loaded handguns leading the way. Their faces were covered by black hoods, like ski masks, and the rest of their bodies by smart uniforms with polished buttons and razor-sharp creases. SWAT-style, they clung to the walls and darted through the doorways one at a time, one thinner officer leading the other, broader one in a well- orchestrated dance. Searching the first floor, they declared it clean in less than a minute. The efficient duo headed for the stairs to the second floor. Like mountain goats they ascended the stairs quietly, and in record time. Searching the hall from the apex, their attention was drawn to a faint moan at the far end. Moving along the dark corridor in their well-rehearsed fashion, they were quickly at the door from which the sound had come. They looked at each other, the larger of the two lifting his finger to his mask as if he were touching it to his lips.

Another moan sounded, louder this time. The police officers nodded once, then kicked the door open. A wastebasket full of junk toppled over as they stepped into the room, their Berettas at the ready.

The room was obviously that of a young girl. It was decorated in pink and powder blue, there were stuffed animals all over, an old doll house in the corner and boy band posters on the walls. An old desk did its best to hold up a personal computer buried in a large pile of pictures, pads of paper, cheap jewelry and unfinished homework assignments. There was a bed on the right side covered in sheets with pictures of horses on them. On top of it sat a young girl up on her knees, her face locked in an expression of shock and surprise. Her blonde hair had been tied into pigtails, and she was still wearing her school uniform. She must have just come back home. There was a cell phone on the bed next to her.

At first glance, only two things seemed amiss. First, on the computer screen was a picture of a police officer. At least one could assume so, since he wore a police hat. However, that was all he was wearing. The handsome officer was staring right out at the viewer with a mischievous grin on his face and an erection at full mast, which he proudly displayed. Second, the young student’s legs were spread quite wide and her right hand was buried in her white, bikini-style panties. While this may not be such unusual behavior for a teenager, regardless of gender, the odd thing was that, despite the two armed officers in her room, she didn’t seem distracted enough to have pulled her hand out. In fact, one didn’t need to be too observant to notice that her fingers were still working hard at manipulating her sex behind the thin cotton.

The officers lowered their guns slowly, peering suspiciously around the room. Suddenly the girl moaned again, softly this time, as she pressed her fingers deeper in.

“Um ... miss...” The skinny officer lifted the front of his cloth mask, revealing a rascally face, a few strands of black hair escaping from under the tight fabric. “Did you dial 911?”

“Oh yes,” nearly moaned the horny blonde. As the officers examined her more closely, it seemed that her uniform was a size or two too small. Her full breasts were straining against her white shirt and the middle button was gone, leaving a sizeable hole that allowed a pretty good view of her cleavage and a lacy, white bra. Her navy skirt was tight around her legs and quite short. On the bed lay her gray uniform jacket. Her shoes were kicked off near the bed, but she was wearing white kneesocks. The schoolgirl was nicely curved, and panting like a dog in heat as her fingers were working magic between her legs.

“May ... may we ask why?” said the other officer.

“Because I’m so hot, I’m on fire! It’s an emergency!” The officers glanced at each other in disbelief.

“Take me!”

“Er ... miss, do you know it’s a federal crime to crank call 911?” The young girl rolled her eyes.

“I knew I should have asked for the fire department!” Her left hand had moved up to her chest she was squeezing her own breasts through her shirt. “You guys just going to stand there?”

“No, I guess not,” said the smaller cop. Annoyance was clearly showing on his stern face. “Guess we’re just going to have to teach you a lesson!” He stepped forward, pulled her thin arms quickly behind her back, and all of a sudden she was handcuffed. The position pushed her ample breasts out, threatening to pop the material of her too-tight shirt.

“Oh, you like it kinky, huh?” The blonde teenager grinned. “Am I your prisoner now?”

“As a matter of fact, you are. I’m taking you down to the station.”

Her eyes opened wide.

“Seriously?” For the first time, she looked nervous. “I didn’t think...”

“That’s right, you didn’t!” The officer glared at her. “Maybe next time you’re all hormonal and need some excitement, you’ll think twice about disturbing those who are trying to keep your neighborhood safe.”

The girl sniffed. “But...” She walked forward on her knees until she was at the edge of the bed. “I’m so alone all the time ... I just wanted some company...”

The larger cop, who had be standing silently for a while, finally lifted his mask. His square face was a lot softer than his slimmer partner. “Rob, you think we really need to do this?” Rob turned. “I mean, it looks like she got a good scare.”

Rob looked like he was considering it when the buttons on the high- schooler’s shirt finally gave out. There was a series of twanging sounds as they shot out onto the floor, bouncing in all directions. The shirt opened down the middle, exposing her full bosom and firm stomach. The rock hard nubs on her breasts were poking through thin, lacy material of her bra. The two officers stared with wide open eyes at the little blonde. She could clearly make out lumps in their pants, firm evidence she was getting to them more than they wanted to admit.