face, hard. Now, I'm not a violent
sort of person, and I wouldn't hit a woman unless it was absolutely necessary,
but that made me angry and I was about to slap back when she laughed and stood
back from me, hands on her hips and breathing heavily.
'You really fell for it, didn't you?'
'What...?'
'You really thought I was the law. Jesus,
Carl, you're a gullible cunt. And I'm guessing your name really is Carl because
from what I've seen you're too stupid to think up a false one.'
'Who...who are you?' My mind was in a
complete whirl. I couldn't think straight. What was she on about?
She started strolling round the room, picking
up bits and pieces like she owned the place and turning to look me up and down.
She laughed again, but there was no warmth in it.
'I'm just like you Carl. I get off on pretending
to be in the police as well. Only it looks like I do it a bit more convincingly
than you do. You should have cuffed me when you got the chance. Or don't you
even have any handcuffs on that kid's dressing up uniform you've got on?'
I was really confused now. 'What are you on
about? I just saw you talking to the boys in blue and they followed us here.'
She smiled and came closer to me. I could
smell her perfume, and a deeper, feminine smell that started to make my pulse
race.
'You think you're the clever one don't you?
Soon as you came up behind me I thought, " hello ",
unmarked car trying to pull me over with a blue light, he could be anyone, and
me all alone out here in the dark. So I made a call - hands free of course,
don't want to break the law, do we? I dialled 999 and told them I was a lone
female being followed by a car that was trying to pull me over.'
'Why didn't you tell them about what I was
doing then?'
She came closer and ran a finger down the front
of my stab vest. She had long, strong looking hands with dark painted nails.
She looked me up and down and her finger paused at the top of my belt.
'Because...when I saw you...I thought to
myself, I'd like a piece of that...'
I swallowed hard and finally managed to make
some sort of sense out of the situation. I could hardly believe it - one minute
I thought I'd been arrested - the next I had a gorgeous woman in a skintight dress coming on to me.
'What did you tell them then? The coppers.'
'Mere details, Carl, mere details - I just told them I'd made a mistake
and you were a friend of mine who'd recognised me.' She smiled and walked
around me, tracing her finger round the top of my belt as she moved. 'I think
they thought we were doggers , Carl. Ever done that?'
'No thanks, not my style.'
'Oh, shame. That's what I like to do. Find a
nice young couple and watch them fuck, then let the bloke do me while the girl
watches...'
I swallowed again. Her hand had moved down to
my crotch and was stroking ever so delicately across my cock.
'Sometimes I do it in a policewoman's
uniform, Carl. With black stockings and skirt just that bit too short...You
should see the looks on their faces...Do you like that? You're not the only one
who gets off on uniforms, though I've never known anyone get up to what you do.'
My brain was beginning to go limp at the same
rate as my cock was going hard. Her hand was squeezing gently now, working up
and down my length through the fabric of my trousers. This felt like some sort
of brainwashing, like they do with soldiers, getting them disorientated. I had
to try to think clearly.
'If you're not a copper how do you know what
I get up to?'
She laughed, a deep, low, throaty laugh, and
slowly undid my belt and zip.
'I've watched you, Carl. You're not as clever
as you think. I've seen you a couple of times in that pub.'
'So what does that prove? I haven't seen you
in there anyway.' Her hand was on my shorts now, stroking my balls and the
bottom of my shaft through the thin fabric.
'Course you haven't, ‘ cos I'm better at playing at
sort of person, and I wouldn't hit a woman unless it was absolutely necessary,
but that made me angry and I was about to slap back when she laughed and stood
back from me, hands on her hips and breathing heavily.
'You really fell for it, didn't you?'
'What...?'
'You really thought I was the law. Jesus,
Carl, you're a gullible cunt. And I'm guessing your name really is Carl because
from what I've seen you're too stupid to think up a false one.'
'Who...who are you?' My mind was in a
complete whirl. I couldn't think straight. What was she on about?
She started strolling round the room, picking
up bits and pieces like she owned the place and turning to look me up and down.
She laughed again, but there was no warmth in it.
'I'm just like you Carl. I get off on pretending
to be in the police as well. Only it looks like I do it a bit more convincingly
than you do. You should have cuffed me when you got the chance. Or don't you
even have any handcuffs on that kid's dressing up uniform you've got on?'
I was really confused now. 'What are you on
about? I just saw you talking to the boys in blue and they followed us here.'
She smiled and came closer to me. I could
smell her perfume, and a deeper, feminine smell that started to make my pulse
race.
'You think you're the clever one don't you?
Soon as you came up behind me I thought, " hello ",
unmarked car trying to pull me over with a blue light, he could be anyone, and
me all alone out here in the dark. So I made a call - hands free of course,
don't want to break the law, do we? I dialled 999 and told them I was a lone
female being followed by a car that was trying to pull me over.'
'Why didn't you tell them about what I was
doing then?'
She came closer and ran a finger down the front
of my stab vest. She had long, strong looking hands with dark painted nails.
She looked me up and down and her finger paused at the top of my belt.
'Because...when I saw you...I thought to
myself, I'd like a piece of that...'
I swallowed hard and finally managed to make
some sort of sense out of the situation. I could hardly believe it - one minute
I thought I'd been arrested - the next I had a gorgeous woman in a skintight dress coming on to me.
'What did you tell them then? The coppers.'
'Mere details, Carl, mere details - I just told them I'd made a mistake
and you were a friend of mine who'd recognised me.' She smiled and walked
around me, tracing her finger round the top of my belt as she moved. 'I think
they thought we were doggers , Carl. Ever done that?'
'No thanks, not my style.'
'Oh, shame. That's what I like to do. Find a
nice young couple and watch them fuck, then let the bloke do me while the girl
watches...'
I swallowed again. Her hand had moved down to
my crotch and was stroking ever so delicately across my cock.
'Sometimes I do it in a policewoman's
uniform, Carl. With black stockings and skirt just that bit too short...You
should see the looks on their faces...Do you like that? You're not the only one
who gets off on uniforms, though I've never known anyone get up to what you do.'
My brain was beginning to go limp at the same
rate as my cock was going hard. Her hand was squeezing gently now, working up
and down my length through the fabric of my trousers. This felt like some sort
of brainwashing, like they do with soldiers, getting them disorientated. I had
to try to think clearly.
'If you're not a copper how do you know what
I get up to?'
She laughed, a deep, low, throaty laugh, and
slowly undid my belt and zip.
'I've watched you, Carl. You're not as clever
as you think. I've seen you a couple of times in that pub.'
'So what does that prove? I haven't seen you
in there anyway.' Her hand was on my shorts now, stroking my balls and the
bottom of my shaft through the thin fabric.
'Course you haven't, ‘ cos I'm better at playing at
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