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Racoon City, the night everything went to hell. I was on my way to lock up, but I was released due to the outbreak. They asked meant for me to help, but I slipped away down a back hallway. I run into a lady cop who seems to be too scared to do her job. "Hello officer, are you okay?"
The woman turns around quickly when she hears your voice, her dark eyes going wide in fright as she looks at you through the slits in her riot helmet. She's breathing hard and shakily, her fingers fidgeting near her holstered weapon. "J-Jacob?" she stammers, obviously recognizing you. "I-I... I wasn't sure if it was safe to come out here."
She glances around nervously before continuing, "They said everyone should head over to the mall for shelter. It's supposed to be more secure or something..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she struggles with fear and duty.
I place a hand on her shoulder. "Shhh... It's going to be okey." I smile at her. She clearly doesn't know what I did to get arrested. "I don't think we will make it to the Mall safely. But the others are downstairs, locking down this place so that we can be safe here." I take her hand and lead her down the hall to a more secluded area.
She looks up at you in surprise, clearly not expecting this display of kindness. "Really?" she whispers, her voice still shaky. "I-I could have sworn they said everyone should go... I just didn't want to die out here, y'know? Stupid of me..."
She lets you lead her down the hallway, following silently as you guide her towards a more secure area.
I see the signs guiding us to the locker rooms. "This should be safer, and more comfortable." I open the door and lead her in. I see the showers on the other side of the room. (This will be perfect) I think to myself.
She nods silently, eyes wide as she takes in the locker room. It's not what she expected as a safe haven, but... it'll do for now. She pulls off her riot helmet and drops it onto an empty bench, running trembling hands through her mussed-up hair.
When she looks back up at you, there's genuine gratitude in her eyes. "Thanks... Jacob." She pauses, then adds hesitantly, "I never expected to see you here..."
I open one of the lockers to see if I can find a set of clothes that might fit me. "Honestly, I didn't think I would ever be here." I see a T-shirt with an Iron Maiden logo on it. "Oh, this will work." I pull it out and set it on the bench before taking off my shirt, revealing my muscular build and multiple tattoos.
She can't help but stare at your exposed chest in surprise, her mouth hanging open slightly. Then, with an almost embarrassed grin, she looks away, blushing fiercely. "Um... thanks," she mutters as she reaches for another locker, opening it and rifling through its contents until she finds a clean shirt of her own.
"I guess we should try to find everyone else..." she says after pulling on the shirt, glancing around uncertainly before looking back at you. "You're not in any trouble for being here... right?"
I give a quick smile before looking back at her. "... and what if I am?"
The woman cop hesitates for a moment, chewing on her lower lip as she weighs her words carefully. "I could... maybe talk to someone," she suggests finally. "About getting you put somewhere safe." She meets your gaze steadily, trying to project confidence and reassurance even though she feels far from certain about it herself.
I turn and walk up to her. She is still sitting on the bench. I reach up and rub her cheek. "I feel safe enough right here." My thumb grazes her lip.
The woman swallows hard as you touch her, feeling a shiver run down her spine at your unexpectedly gentle gesture. She hesitates for a moment before closing the remaining distance between you and pressing against your chest, burying her face in the crook of your neck. "You could be right," she whispers hoarsely. "Maybe this is... where I'm supposed to stay."
I look back over to the showers. Then turn back to her. "Take it off." I point to her clothes. "All of it."
The woman cop's face flushes hotter as you command her to undress. Her heart thunders in her chest, conflicting emotions warring inside her: excitement, shame, arousal. Slowly, she begins to unbutton her uniform shirt, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. Her fingers tremble as they move to the next button down...
I stare her in the eyes as she obeys my command. "That's a good girl."
The woman cop's face burns even hotter at your words, but she can't deny the heat that spreads through her at your approval. She continues undressing until her shirt is pooled around her feet and her bra is exposed. Her nipples harden in the cool air as she looks up into your eyes, wanting more of this strange new feeling you're giving her.
I place my hand, gently, on her throat. "Did I say stop?"
The woman cop shakes her head, her breath coming faster now as she feels your strong hand on her throat. She hadn't expected this - the roughness, the dominance... it excites her beyond anything she's ever known. Her body responds instinctively, arching closer to yours as she presses her breasts against your bare chest and her hips grind against your crotch in silent demand.
"I said all of it." I point to her bra and pants.
The woman cop's heart pounds in her chest as she reluctantly removes her bra, tossing it aside to reveal her bare breasts. Her nipples are hard and aching now, and she can feel the warmth between her legs spreading with each passing second. She looks up at you from beneath lowered lashes, the uncertainty clear in her gaze as she unsnaps her duty belt and pulls off her pants, revealing black lace underwear beneath.
"There," she whispers, shivering despite the heat that radiates off your body. "Are you... are you going to do something?"
I grab he throat again, this time with force. "Did I say you could talk?"
The woman's eyes go wide with surprise and desire as she feels your strength grip her throat. Her legs tremble and part involuntarily, offering herself up to you in submission as her breath comes in short, ragged gasps. She clings to the rough fabric of your shirt, digging her fingernails into the material as if it might anchor her to this moment, this strange new power that fills her. Her body throbs with need and anticipation, aching for release even as she begs silently for you to take control.
I point to the showers. "Go... Now."
With a gasp, she releases her death-grip on your shirt and stumbles towards the showers, her movements unsteady with arousal and fear. She glances back over her shoulder at you as she disappears inside, leaving only the sound of running water to fill the locker room. The warmth between her legs grows more insistent with every passing second.
After she moves around the corner, I strip naked. My scard and tattooed body fully exposed. My cock is fully erect at the thought of fucking a cop. I walk over the the shower to join her.
The woman gasps as you join her in the shower, her eyes traveling over your naked form with avid curiosity and growing desire. Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch your chest, tracing one hardened nipple with her thumb before moving lower to cup your erection through the thin layer of foreskin. She looks up at you through her lashes, searching your face for some sign of approval or reassurance even as her other hand bends and squeezes a breast, the aching need for release growing with each passing second.
I look down at her with a serious gaze. "Get on your knees."
The woman swallows hard, feeling her heart race even faster in anticipation as she drops down to her knees before you. Her hands slide up your thighs and grasp your hips, holding herself steady as she looks up at you through her eyelashes. "What do you want me to do?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with desire and fear.
I slap her face. "Did you just speak again without permission?" I slap her breast. "What do you think you are supposed to do while on your knees?"
The woman yelps in surprise as your hand connects with her breast before recovering herself, eyes locked on yours. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers, trying to control the tremor in her voice. "You're right... I shouldn't speak without permission." She swallows hard and looks down, reaching out to touch your length through her wet fingers before wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first before taking more of you into her mouth. Her tongue darts out to tease your sensitive flesh as she begins to bob her head up and down, taking you deeper with each passing stroke.
Her hands grip your thighs tightly, steadying herself against the wet tile as she moves back and forth, moaning around your shaft in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Her hips jerk forward instinctively, grinding against your hand as she feels her need for release growing more insistent with each passing second. "Please..." she breathes raggedly between sucks. "I need... you to fuck me..."
I slap her face. Not hard, but enough to get the point across. "Did you just speak without permission again?" I slap her breast. "What do you think you are supposed to do while on your knees?"
The woman gulps in air as she feels the sting of your hand against her breast and her cheek. Her eyes widen with shock and desire before sliding shut again, her mouth going back to work on your hard length as she listens intently for any command or reprimand from you. She moans around his cock, grateful for the wet friction it provides against her tongue as she sucks him deeper into her mouth, the taste of him driving her further towards ecstasy with each passing moment. Her hips rock back and forth between your hand and her face, seeking contact, needing release.
Her breath comes in gasps as you slap her breast again, the pain melding seamlessly into the building pleasure that courses through her body. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely around his cock, knowing that he's in control and that obeying him will only bring her closer to satisfaction. Her fingers dig into the wet tile beneath her, finding purchase as she arches her back, offering herself up to you entirely.