"Holly, Morgan, behave."
They pull down their tops and sit with their hands in their laps, prim and proper.
A male police officer gets out of the cruiser and walks up to your car.
"Ladies, step out of the car. License and registration, sir."
You pretend to look while getting out the watch.
"Hands against the vehicle," the cop continues. Holly and Morgan comply and lean over the convertible.
"What seems to be the trouble officer?" you ask.
"Indecent exposure is a state offense," he says while frisking Holly first. His hands pat her shoulders, waist, hips, thighs, ass. "It carries a penalty of fine or imprisonment, and a conviction places the offendant on the sex offender list."
That seems to be a bit extreme. You start swinging the watch.
"Officer," you say. "Surely we could work something out."
"I," he starts and his eyes follow the hypnotic swing. "Surely we could could work something out."
"You'd be happy to hush it up if the girls would just do something for you."
"I'd be hapy to hush it up if the girls would just do something for me."
"Morgan, you just lost the flashing contest to Holly. You have to make up for it by doing anything this nice officer wants. Don't you want to flirt with the handsome policeman?"
"I just lost the flashing contest to Holly," Morgan agrees. "I'll do anything this nice officer wants."
"Officer, you are angry about compromising your principles. You will take this out on Morgan by making her do the vilest, most degrading things possible for your sexual pleasure."
"I'm angry," he confirms. "I will take this out on Morgan by making her do the vilest, most degrading this possible for my sexual pleasure."
"Morgan, flirt with the officer. You two can go now."
The blonde sorority girl, still in her white capri pants and croptop, leans into the officer and giggles. He grabs her roughly and they go back to the police cruiser. She's clearly really into him.
You sit back. Holly gets back in the car and bats her lashes at you.
"Well, Holly, looks like it's just you and me now." |