Macky Dees

Macky Dees Macky Dees

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Rural gullibility spiraled out of control

Summary

Rural gullibility spiraled out of control

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Submitted: October 15, 2011

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Submitted: October 15, 2011

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Warning, this story has a very intense theme. Expect it to be disturbing. Based on where you found this story, you will probably be turned on by the beginning. However at the end, it should be clear that something wrong happened. It should illuminate how we consume news of bad things happening to people as entertainment. There is no denying that many would find the headline of what happened as titillating. Yet, the actual experience that the person lived through was very sad. Read this as an examination of the conflicting feelings.
 
The story is very loosely based on reality. Video surveillance tapes have been released on the Internet. Wikipedia has a detailed article about the incident.
 
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“Macky Dees, Farnhamville, Joe speaking. How can I help you?”
 
“I am officer Scotty. We have a report that a suspect may be working at your business. The suspect is female, white, slight build, blond hair. Does that description match any of your employees?”
 
“Sir, we have about 70 employees, many of which are female and blond. Do you have any more information?”
 
“This is privileged information, because we don’t want anyone to know how close we are. Her first name initial is ‘L’.”
 
“No, Laurie is a very hefty girl, definitely not slight.”
 
“Maybe, she goes by another name…”
 
“Officer, my manager just told me that you need to come down here, if you want any more information. He told me to hang up right now, as I am not authorized to speak on behalf of Macky Dee Corporation.”
 
Click.
 
 
“Macky Dees, Harcourt, Karl speaking. How may I help you?”
 
“I am officer Scotty. We have a report that a suspect may be working at your business. The suspect is female, white, slight build, blond hair. Does that description match any of your employees?”
 
“If you got a warrant, you come down here. Otherwise, fuck you very much!”
 
Click.
 
 
“Macky Dees, Churdan, Janet speaking. How may I help you?”
 
“I am officer Scotty. We have a report that a suspect may be working at your business. The suspect is female, white, slight build, blond hair. Does that description match any of your employees?”
 
Janet swallowed. Her body heaved with tension. Her body was the shape of a pyramid. Her head was the pointed tip. Down from there, her torso expanded into every which direction with her fat hip being the ultimate foundation. She wore a dark blue shirt-pant combo that was oversized with many ripples in the clothing. It gave her body the outline of a blob without definition. The mouth with the flaming red lip stick in the pale face dropped open.
 
“Oh gosh, oh gosh, the police,” she muttered under her breath. She waved her arms to get enough momentum to slip off the round, hard plastic disc that served as a bolted-in seat. Everything about the tiny restaurant was cheap, sturdy, and vandal-proof. The chairs and tables were bolted to the floor. The shine of the white tiles had gone. A thin permanent coating of gray grime covered it. The small fast food counter fit one registry and a big glass case with factory made apple pies, guaranteed to be 100% sugar, chemicals, and artificial flavor.
 
“I got to take this in my office.” Janet was already panting from the effort of walking and the adrenaline had her eyes starring wild ahead at the door handle of her office. It was a small 7x7 feet cube filled with boxes of personnel records, promotional items, and cleaning supply. That’s all that was needed for a place serving a rural Iowa city with a lazy main street up front.
 
“We got a new girl working the floor right now. She looks so innocent. She is barely 18. I can’t belief her having gotten into any trouble.”
 
“Is the initial of her first name ‘L’?”
 
“Oh, yes, Lisa Forrester is her name.”
 
“I think we got our suspect. There is a small reward out in her name. You may be able to collect it, if you help us in apprehending her.”
 
“Oh, no, it must be drugs. She must have gotten into drugs, poor girl.”
 
“Janet, I cannot share case confidential information with you. A police car is on the way. In the meantime, I need you to go back in the store and be my eyes and ears. Observe her from the distance and report back to me.”
 
Janet stood behind the counter holding the cordless phone in her hand. Roger, a black, tall lanky college kid, was punching orders into the register. His eyes looked bugged and glanced at the timer in the top right corner every ten seconds. The counter constantly egged him on to get his average order taking time to under 80 seconds. There was a line of five corn fed customers waiting for lunch. A bulky construction worker had a pink fedora feather in his wavy dark hair. A five year old was holding a colorful toy car high in the air pretending it to be a plane.
 
Lisa was bent over a table corralling the yellow burger wrappers, red food baskets, and paper cups into a pile. A dirty, used, originally white cleaning rag lay twisted on the table. Her arms moved lanky and awkward like teenager ripped out of her world of playing all day in her room to doing something productive in an adult world. Her face looked contemplative at the pile of refuse. She tried to balance the cups on the garbage pile. Then, she put some garbage in the cup to lower the pile. That worked better. She smiled. Her hair was dirty blond and hung down limp from the low end shampoos.
 
“Janet, describe her clothing.”
 
Lisa wore Old Navy sneakers with neckless socks, so that it seems like the foot is barefoot in the shoe. Yet close observation usually finds a sliver of white sock near the opening of the shoe. Her jeans had a stiff and tube shaped cut to it that little conformed to her body. The white t-shirt was size S and fit her snuggly. The fabric was fluffy from the many washes. The bra strap clearly showed on her back, when she was leaning forward.
 
“None of the witnesses were able to give us a precise description. We need us to give clothes sizes.”
 
“Oh, that’s maybe a 26 inch jeans. Shoe size is 6. That’s definitely an S-size t-shirt.”
 
“What’s her bra size.”
 
“Gosh, you need to know that as well. I have to wait until she turns around.”
 
Lisa turned around to go for the garbage can. She began sprinting with a slightly desperate face. She seemed worried about her job performance, not cleaning fast enough. Her feet flung sideways in a funny way, as she was running. She bumped into a customer’s stuck out elbow. “So, sorry,” she said while brushing the man’s arm. The man looked surprised and thrown out of contemplation.
 
“Such a goose! She is a B or C cup. She is so young. They look like they will still be growing.”
 
“Janet, I got bad news. The car en route was diverted for a code 604. You have to apprehend her for us and hold her until we can send another car. Ask her to go to your office without causing a scene.”
 
“Okay.”
 
Janet swung around the corner and walked straight up to Lisa sorting the refuse into recycling and trash. Being empowered by acting on behalf of the police, she stood a little too close. Lisa was taken aback by the sensation of the large rolling body right next to her. Lisa had to be careful getting up to avoid touching Janet. “Yes, Janet!” Lisa had the worried look of a dear on her face. There was a little quiver in her voice.
 
“Come with me to my office.”
 
Janet turned around without question. Lisa tried to get around the large body ahead of her. “Janet, I’ll try working harder. I swear I’ll bring out the trash more often. That dumpster smells so awful. Yet, I’ll do it. I really want to learn this job!”
 
Without turning, Janet hissed, “You are in deep trouble, Missy.”
 
“Janet, try to keep it low key or she may try to escape.”
 
“What did I do?”
 
“Keep quiet and get her into your office.”
 
“What did I do? I deserve to know what I did wrong.” Lisa’s voice was thin and her eyes were teary. Her heart was thumping. “I’ll work for free for a week to learn the ropes. My aunt told me nobody hires inexperienced help. I need to get started somewhere. I’ll clean the bathroom, too.”
 
The door shut closed. The room penned them close together. There was only one place to stand for Lisa between the boxes and guest chair piled on with aprons. Janet had only one place for her large body behind the desk. Lisa’s body was shivering with stifled sobs. Her arm hung down lifeless on the lanky girl with slight build. The emotion got Janet riled up to proof that she had taken the right role. Until now she had been cautiously listening to the officer. Now, her face was heaving with anger to proof that she was right to detain Lisa.
 
“That’s the police on the phone. They finally caught you. You little filthy thief were trying to take advantage of my gullible nature. You better confess now.”
 
“I didn’t do anything,” cried out Lisa. Her eyes were pulled open white. Her lips moved wide, when she talked. Saliva showed and the red flesh of her mouth was evident in the moment.
 
“Janet, you need to remain calm. She may try to send a message to her accomplices. You need to search her for cellphones and pagers.”
 
“Come here, you,” hissed Janet. Janet reached for Lisa’s arm. A box of papers was knocked of the desk. Lisa instinctively pulled her arm away and pushed against Janet with the other arm. Janet got her rump around the desk and hit the sharp desk corner with a yelp. Then, Janet pushed Lisa’s arms above Lisa’s head against the wall and pinned them there with one hand. The other hand frisked Lisa’s back. The space in the little jeans pockets was narrow. There was a bundle of two twenty dollar bills and a rimstone decorated cell phone. Janet knew that a bra made for a good hiding space. She felt up the stiff, smooth bra cup.
 
“Take your shoes off.” Lisa kicked of her shoes. She stood on the balls of her tiny white low-cut socks trying to avoid the cold floor. Lisa’s face had a newfound composure assuming that the worst was over. Janet backed away from her body and emptied the guest chair for her to sit. Janet heaved herself behind the desk. She looked wedged into place in between the desk and the wall. Her fatty arms rested on her belly holding the phone and money.
 
“Pass the phone to Lisa,” said officer Scotty with a stern voice. Janet went passive with the phone out of her hand starring at her desk. The adrenaline was slowly calming down in her.
 
“Officer Scotty here. Lisa, what is your full name and address?”
 
“I didn’t do anything!” Lisa cried out and jumped on her seat.
 
“You got to shut up and follow instructions.”
 
“Lisa Simone Forrester, 304 13th street. I live with my ma.”
 
“You have a choice here. I want you to carefully consider. It’s the same to me. You can admit to your crime. And, we will work something out. Or, you get the full treatment of a criminal.”
 
“But, I didn’t do anything!”
 
“Okay, pass me back.”
 
“Here Janet.”
 
“Janet, she is not cooperating. I take it that you are a manager. I have your company’s headquarter on the other line. The HR person tells me that your employment agreement requires your full corporation with the authorities. This is a serious case. However, all the police cars were diverted to a major code. It may take a long time to get out to your rural location. So, we need you to collect evidence. For that evidence to be admissible in court, we need to swear you in as a citizen deputy.”
 
“Of course, I will fully cooperate with the law, sir.”
 
“Take any communication devices out of your office, lock the door, and find a trustworthy person as a witness.”
 
Janet stepped out of the office with the office phone, cordless, and cellphone pressed against her chest with one arm. The key clicked the door shut. The hallway was narrow, dark, and filthy. She stepped up to Roger, the college boy with the paper hat on. She pulled him into the kitchen with the small stainless steel prep table and deep fryers bubbling oozing oil. Shelves at head level had openings of plastic bags intruding into the room. Janet swatted one out of her hair.
 
“Roger, the police is on the line. Lisa has done something very bad. You have to swear me in as a deputy citizen.”
 
“A’ you k’ddin me, ma’am? Have you been watching too many Westerns?”
 
“It’s not uncommon here in rural Iowa. The police is stretched thin, you Chicago muffin head.”
 
Janet raised her right arm and placed her left arm on her chest. Roger held the phone, “a’ righty, ma’am. Cop’s a gonna tell me what I tell you to tell me.” Roger had black stubble on his face. His hair was cut stylishly like a hip club dancer. He wore a big white shining apron. Janet looked on earnest with big bags under her eyes.
 
“My name is Janet Sybille Hansen. I swear to uphold the law. I swear to obey the chain of command without question. I give up my constitutional rights to expression of freedom, while in the duty of the country. I clearly understand that I am only allowed to apprehend. I am not allowed to prosecute or act as a judge in my role as citizen deputy.”
 
“Cop says you are an official citizen deputy now. He says you need to wait for the system to generate your deputy number. And, I need to get back to my customers.”
 
Janet found a pen behind a bug of fluffy buns. She wrote the number on her palm “42378.”
 
“Janet, you are now a citizen deputy. You need to arrest Lisa. Then, you need to remove all her clothes and put them into a bag. She may be hiding evidence.”
 
“Yes, sir.”
 
Janet jiggled her big key chain to open the office again. Lisa was sitting on the guest chair with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around the shins. She was really quiet. Her eyes followed Janet low and guarded.
 
“I’m sworn in as a citizen deputy. You are herewith arrested. You have the right to remain silent. Anything that you say may be used against you in court. Stand up.”
 
Lisa stood up. Her arms were hanging. Her face was hanging down sad. Her hair seemed even limper.
 
“Pick up your shoes and put them into this plastic bag on the desk.” The plastic bag had the sides rolled down so that it stood open. Lisa stood up, bent over, and deposited the shoes.
 
“Socks next.” Lisa pulled the socks off her feet. She had pink polish on her toes. The feet were small and skinny.
 
“Your t-shirt.” Lisa grabbed the bottom sides of her t-shirt with crossed arms and pulled the t-shirt over her head in a twist. She wore a white bra with stiff shape that held her boobs like a glass holds water – pooling at the bottom. Her belly was silky smooth and skinny. Without her top, she seemed even smaller of a girl. Her right foot twisted sideways to express her unease. And, she dropped off the t-shirt into the bag like a hot potato.”
 
“Your jeans.” Lisa unbuttoned the jeans. Her small size had only two jeans buttons. Then, she stripped them down her thigh and pulled her feet out of them. Her panties were pale yellow. They had a snug simple fit with a tiny bow at the front. Lisa looked very docile at the wall. Her arms hung slightly from her body leaving a little gap, missing a little of the touch that would have soothed herself.
 
“All of it? Okay, sir. Your bra as well.”
 
“No,” whined Lisa. Her face was torn with pain. Her arms clutched around her chest. Janet got quickly around the table, started pulling on the bra, before she realized that she needed to be careful about unhooking at the back. Lisa’s arms pushed against Janet’s big body. The hands landed on Janet’s large saggy boob and wobbly belly. They sunk inches deep without having any impact on the much larger woman.
 
Next, Janet grabbed her fatty hand around the front of the panties and pulled them down. In resignation, Lisa helped pulling her feet up to step out of it. The slightly build blond girl was standing naked in the ramshackle office. A solitary tear ran down her cheek. Janet felt ever more empowered in her role after she had to put down the struggle.
 
“Search the clothing. We are looking for a tiny piece that she may be hiding on her body. In particularly, run your fingers along every seam. That’s where criminals tend to sew in contraband.”
 
Janet put her large, big rimmed glasses on. She diligently folded over the jeans. She held the panties in her hand. They were so tiny compared to her own tent sized panties. She carefully felt along the seam of the panties. The material was so soft and sensual. She kind of enjoyed it and was jealous of the life the a young sexually active girl would have.
 
“It’s all clear.”
 
“You have to secure the evidence in a lockable place. Is your car nearby?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Lock the clothes there. Before you go, you need to find a responsible person to hold Lisa in custody. Now that she is in custody, you are responsible. You can never leave her alone, because she may harm herself.”
 
“I’m calling Roger in here. Can I cover her up with an apron at least? The poor girl is all naked.”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Roger, come in here!”
 
While Janet was gone, Roget sat in Janet’s chair. The lanky black man caressed his stubble and opened his mouth to show his red mouth and shining white teeth. It was a gesture to defuse the nervosity inside of him. To Lisa, it seemed like a deliberate, appraising gesture. She looked abashed to the floor. She tucked the white apron in place. The clothes of the apron were hard to fix in place on her body and kept sliding. She was careful to have her legs crossed and the apron high enough to cover her décolleté. Yet, the sides of her hips were still exposed.
 
Roger’s gaze crawled slowly over her body. He took in the skin of her knees that were trying to twine themselves around each other thrice. The fair skin of her whole side was exposed. With the adult Janet gone, Lisa’s face had turned to a renegade expression. The knowledge that Lisa was naked underneath was potent in the room.
 
“Don’t worry girl, you are covered well.” Leaning forward with a conspiratorial face, he inquired, “Just between you and me, what did you do?”
 
“Maybe, I made a mistake on last night’s cash drop. I was short two cents. So, I just put two of my own cents in. I didn’t think much about it. Maybe, the two cents were the sign of a bigger irregularity.”
 
“Oh, that bastard Sam is probably ripping off the store big time. He was closing last night. You gotta be careful in what you get wrapped up.”
 
“Can you tell that to Janet?” pleaded Lisa.
 
“No, girl. Hell no! I ain’t getting wrapped up in your trouble. Can you imagine my black ass butt naked in jail like you are? They ain’t playing nice with our kind. You just go along and everything will be a’right.”
 
Janet opened the door. Roger jumped out of the chair, mumbled ‘customers’, and stormed out. Janet seized up Lisa standing in the door and nodded knowingly.
 
“Scotty told me everything. The headquarters had contacted them. They were planning to close down my store, because the losses were too high. They ran one more check on the numbers and found a theft. The store would do fine without the theft. The police think that you are keeping the money in a safe deposit box. They think that you might have the key hidden on your body. It sure wasn’t in your clothes.”
 
“Put your feet on the desk. Between toes is where inmates tend to hide contraband. You have no chance. The police know everything about how you crooked people operate.”
 
Lisa put a foot on the desk. With the knee raised, her pussy was exposed. The lips folded open, letting the pink insides dangle free in the air. After carefully moving all the tootsie toes around, Janet kept staring at Lisa’s mound. She hesitated to take in the wrinkled folds and the hood of the clitoris. Janet opened her mouth and licked her lips with apprehension.
 
“That’s the next place, we gotta look for that key.”
 
Janet got a big jar of white hand crème out of a desk drawer. Lisa’s eyes opened wide. She put both of her hands around her vagina and clutched her hands around them. She held the soft wet flesh in her palms. Janet cleared a box of the table and laid Lisa on the desk over stacks of paper and other desk knick knack.
 
“Now, if I gotta force my way, it’ll hurt. You better cooperate.”
 
Lisa placed her hands on the inside of her thighs, close to her vagina, holding onto her bent knees. Janet reached with the hand into the white hand lotion jar to swirl a good load on her hand. Janet smeared the ounces of cream onto Lisa’s pussy. The white lotion and pink tissue created a pattern. Lisa inhaled deeply at the sensitive and moist touch. All her nerve endings were stimulated. Janet kept smearing the cream around out of worry to be careful. Lisa kept getting stimulated. She could feel the happiness beating in her heart mixed into the bitterness of the situation.
 
Janet slid one finger into the opening. She tried to slide the second finger in to get deeper. Two normal fingers would have fit. However, Janet’s fingers were so fatty that she felt the tight unmovable boundary of how far the opening stretched. “Girl, I need you to relax. I can’t properly get in.” Janet gently massaged her finger in and out, twisting it, and stretching to the sides of the opening. “Just a little warming up.” Lisa faced the wall away. She was struggling to compartmentalize her sensual feelings with the cold situation.
 
“Got it!” smiled Janet. “Well, I got in. I didn’t find anything.” Janet smiled nervously like a teenager guilty after masturbating in mom’s bed. She tried to get the hand lotion of her hands. There was no hand towel around. She got some old accounting rims and a brochure for the nearby vacation resort to smear the excessive hand lotion off.
 
“What now, Scotty?”
 
“Make her do jumping Jacks. If she is hiding the safe deposit key anally, it’ll fall out.”
 
“It’s too cluttered in this room.”
 
“Can you take her elsewhere?”
 
Janet grabbed the naked Lisa by the neck and guided her into the kitchen.  Lisa ducked her neck low. Her bare feet made flopping sounds on the floor.
 
“I have put all my savings and energy into this franchise. I sure am not going to lose it to a thief. You are going to do some jumping jacks now.”
 
Lisa made a gingerly jump. Her feet were jumped hip wide. She held her arms in front of her chest in a prayer pose. Janet stomped onto the ground and yanked Lisa’s hands high. “Do it right.” Lisa started jumping with abandon. Her feet flung wide apart. Her arms made full circles. Her boobs bounced like a Kentucky rodeo. Her hair flung in wild abandon in all directions. Her lungs panted. Janet looked on self-righteously like a cat waiting in front of a mouse hole. She was ready to lunge for anything that might shake off.
 
“Make her do pushups!”
 
Lisa’s body was in a plank. Her shoulder plates pointed to the ceiling. Her gentle back muscles bulged with definition. The dirt blond hair was hanging over her head. Her butt had firmed into a tight ball with sweat glistening on it. She was fighting against gravity and the grimy, greasy floor that both pushed her, where she only touched with her toes and hands in deep disgust.
 
Roger entered the entrance of the kitchen and starred from the sinews showing on the bare soles up the youthful legs to take it all in. Like caught in a dream, Janet waved Roger to get out.
 
“Ma’am, a big crowd showed up. I’m a busting, but there ain’t no way, I can stock and serve at the same time. I need you out there, sweet heart. I don’t know what kind of shenanigans you are doing in the back here. I need either you or her out there.”
 
“Scotty, a situation has come up. I need to work.”
 
“Do you know any trustworthy person to hold Lisa in custody?”
 
“Well, my husband works next door. He could come over.”
 
The husband showed up in a minute with his flimsy, balding hair raggedy from the wind and air. He wore a big blue t-shirt with pen stains. The tie was knotted too short and hung sideways on the big belly anyway.
 
“What? What do you need me to do for our business? Our savings are in here.”
 
“Officer Scotty on the phone will tell you about it. I have to help Roger. The business is getting slammed.”
 
The husband was left alone in the kitchen with the naked waitress and the ancient bulky off-white cordless in his hand. He seized up the naked girl. “Don’t you have any clothes to put on?” Lisa only hid her face embarrassed in front of the middle aged man with the shifty face. The husband full on stared at Lisa’s titties. They were just like the porn that he wanked off to.
 
“Archer here. Who is this?”
 
“Officer Scotty here. You are holding Lisa Forrester in custody. She is a suspect. Our officers are clearing up a big code. They will be there in a few minutes to pick her up.”
 
“She’s naked.”
 
“That’s standard procedure to secure evidence hidden in her clothes until an officer can properly search her.”
 
“That’s fine with me. She’s pretty.”
 
“While we are waiting, maybe you can get her to confess. Sometimes a male is more authoritative. Your wife did very well. However, if you asked her, she may be compelled to start talking.”
 
“What did you do? And, where is the key?”
 
“I did not do anything. I don’t have a key. I am completely stripped naked. What else are you going to strip off?”
 
“She’s denying all.”
 
“Tell her to sit on your lap.”
 
“That’s funny but all right with me. Lisa, come to the office and sit on my lap.”
 
“She is standing in front of me and shaking her head.”
 
“You are going to sit down on my lap. Listen to the police!”
 
“She ain’t doing it.”
 
“You gotta make her listen to you or she may realize that you are made of sugar. Then, she might try to make a break for it.”
 
Archer closed the door knowing that it would get loud. He slid his body past Lisa’s again to sit down on the desk chair. Then, his brawny, hairy hand slapped her loud on the butt. The shockwave rippled through her butt tissue. She yelped briefly. Her hands instinctively let go of the shield over her pussy to cover her buttock. Thus, sexually exposed, she looked at the man unbelieving. “Sit down,” and Archer’s other hand reached around her and slept the unprotected buttock with weight. Another slap. Another gasp.
 
Each hand covering a buttock, he took a slap for her face. The hair flew wild. Her mouth opened wide. Her cheek reddened. Her senses are thrown into turmoil. She quickly sat down on the lap with worn office pants. The small naked teenager was on the lap of the obese, sloppy office worker. He had wrapped his arms around her. She had to accept his clothes fabric all over her skin. The fabric had his essence in it, the careless lack of cleaning, the stains, the smell, the bad fashion taste.
 
He felt himself getting turned on holding the little, hot body on his lap. He indulged in her useful feminine smell. He looked deeply into her blue haunted eyes that were so close to his face. His hands had wrapped around her thigh and side torso. The skin felt so smooth and warm. He could get a real sense of her frame. His heart felt connected to her chest rising against his chest with every breath. He laughed the little quivers that ran through her body.
 
“Scotty, I could be a cop all day. This is fun.”
 
“We are going to do a technique, where you request her compliance repeatedly and raise the level each time. When it works, in the end you can ask her to confess and she will do it. Are you ready?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“Ask her to kiss you.”
 
“What?”
 
“It’s not orthodox. As a cop, I can’t do that legally. However, you are a citizen. There is a gray area that we can use to bring her to justice.”
 
“Lisa, the cop wants you to kiss me.”
 
Lisa raised her lips into a scrunched up pose to deny the aged, fat cheeked, smoke-smelling, acne-scared face to get close to her innocent lips. Archer’s face remained calm, which relaxed Lisa. He started caressing her hair back. She instinctively relaxed into the caring touch. Once, he had collected all the hair in a ponytail, his fist wrapped around it, and forced her head forward onto his lips. His wet tongue darted through her pressed together lips that were blowing pressed air out in protest. His tongue meandered around her shut teeth licking the inside pocket between her lips and her teeth.
 
Her hands were wandering all over his body pressing away. She pressed against the fat chest. The hands sunk deep into the belly. Her whole body being forced to lean forward made her reach down. She touched his crotch and find the erection.
 
“Let me tell you, you are a good kiss,” and archer wiped her spit from his lips.
 
“What next?”
 
“Kiss her breast.”
 
“Are you sure that this is all legal? I feel a bit like raping her. However, if this is all within the law, I am the last to complain.”
 
“Definitely! You are all alone, right? It’ll be her word against yours. We do this frequently. Getting criminals to talk isn’t all pretty like on TV.”
 
His thin lips eagerly dove onto her hardened nipples from the cold air on her sweaty skin. Her boobs were so soft that he massaged them with one hand, while holding on to her pony tail with the other. There, Lisa felt again that odd mixture of sensual arousal in a dim environment. She tried to wreathe herself free. She ended up sliding down over his body to end up at his knees. She felt the hard erection in his pants on the way down.
 
Archer unbutton the pants on his own accord to free the hard erection under his belly. The office with the old stuff piled in it felt as campy as possible. The exposed penis on the fully dressed man with the bare naked, crying teenager at his knees created the feeling of a porn movie. He placed her hand on his shaft and cooed her on “just kiss it.”
 
Roger stormed into the office. The white of his eyes standing out stark in his black face, he screamed, “He’s forcing her to give him a blow job.” He whipped out his cellphone and called 911.
 
Archer yelled, “talk to Scotty. This is all legit.”
 
“That mother fucker is a dirty cop.”
 
They stood in silence, while the 911 line kept ringing and ringing. Janet joined them with a speechless face. Lisa was still naked on her knees with archers penis inches from her face.
 
“911 operator. What is the situation?”
 
“I need a full force police response at the Mackey Dees in Churdan. We’ve got a way fucked up situation here. And, there is a dirty cop involved.”
 
“Sir, keep down the language. Tell me step by step, what happened.”
 
Within 60 seconds, the whine of police sirens filled the parking lot. The tires bounced hard over the curbs, as they did not pay attention to the proper parking lot entrance or pavement lines. A trooper with stiff, black leather uniform and white helmet crashed through the doors. “Everyone stay down.” He stormed into the back facing the three employees and the husband. The husband was still so shocked that he held Lisa’s face inches from his hard cock.
 
The cop took one look, ripped Archer out of his seat, and smashed him head first onto the grimy, greasy kitchen floor. The head made a loud bang upon contact with the concrete. Archer’s eyes looked dazed and unfocused. His hands tried to steady himself. A second cop stepped onto Archer’s legs with his heavy boots and steadied himself against the wall with both hands. Archer moved his head around drowsy. The first cop yelled into Archer’s face with spit flying, “Are you going to resist? Are you?” He already held the maze spray pointed into Archer’s eyes waiting for the tiniest movement.
 
Archer stopped breathing to be as still as possible. The cop’s nostrils were moving with anger. The cop really wanted to unload a whole can of law enforcement grade maze into the scum bags face. However, Archer held his breath long enough.
 
 
 
Meanwhile in Tampa, Florida, a white police car lazily rolled up in front of one of the last left over public phone booths in a big box supermarket parking lot. A cop with perfectly, crisp uniform stepped out of the car. The golden stitches of his rank were glowing in the tropical sun. He wore big black glasses that covered most of his face. A neatly, full, and carefully trimmed mustache adorned his face. He had a mouth piece with a little cotton ball in front of his lips.
 
He suavely meandered up to the phone booth. The second cop was watching with his chin arms resting on the police car and an entertained look on his face. The first cop smiled warmly at the man in the phone booth, “I believe we have a date.” The man in the phone booth wore a Hawaiian shirt with many colors and parrots with big beaks painted on. The shirt was tugged out and hung over his shorts. He stood there with his blond hair as a floppy as his flip flops.
 
The cop powerfully grabbed the dazed man by the neck to guide him to the police car. On the way out of the phone booth, the cop slammed the man’s face hard and fast against the metal enclosure of the phone booth. Deep red blood ran down his face instantly. “Oops, my bad. I’ll get you the police violence form, right when we get to the station.”
 


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