Scarcely barely legal bi-otches
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VIGNETTE opens inwards a van late one night. A gang of nubiles are headed home from a soiree. Amy, a timid college-aged-yr-senior female, sits in the backseat beside her finest pal Heather. Heather is also eighteen-years-elderly but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a fellow beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the soiree when abruptly, a cop camper pulls up behind them and commences showing its lights. The guy driving tells everyone to be super-sexy and attempts to sleek converse the cop when he shifts down the window. But, after reviewing his id and registration, the cop asks the 2 femmes to step out of the camper. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they've been, and whether thereare any drugs in the truck. Heather is prompt to say 'NO' but Amy grasps her and murmurs something in her ear. The cop watches this and turns to her, repeating his question. Nervously, Amy mutters that she thinks there might be something in her acquaintance's purse. The cop grins and turns Heather around, handcuffing her. He informs Heather that he is positioning her under arrest and that Amy must accompany them. They will both be getting a citation. The cop then tells the studs to mitt him the purse and budge along, they can retrieve their gfs from the precinct in trio hours once they've been written up. The dudes looked overwhelmed but startled and do as they're told, driving off and leaving the 2 femmes alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse stiffly. The officer leads the 2 femmes into a palace. They both view highly bewildered. 'Where is the police station?' Amy asks, still clutching the purse. The officer liquidates Heather's cuffs and casually informs them that he just had to stop at home for something first-ever. He hopes they don't mind and he trusts they won't go anywhere. He leaves the guest room. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still kneading her wrists after having the handcuffs liquidated. 'This perceives truly bizarre, Heather.' Amy says. 'Why would a cop take us to his building? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first-ever place?' Heather, looking jumpy, snaps at her pal to be wonderful. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse. The cop comes back into the apartment with some glasses. He offers the damsels a swallow and invites them to sit down. He eliminates his gun proprietor and rests it on the table before begging to observe the purse. Amy attempts to protest, begging if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, smirking at the officer and apologizing for her acquaintance. She grips the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mom but that's it. The officer catches sight of the pills and asks what kind they are. Heather meekly admits to having amphetamines, pills she took from her mom's medicine cabinet. The cop jiggles his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. '2 18-yr-elder ladies caught with their mommy's prescriptions,' he says. 'Not only will it get you in grief with the law, but I would imagine your families will both be highly disappointed in you when they find out.' He sips his swallow. 'Do they know you were out late at night with elderly studs?' Amy flushes crimson and puts her head in her forearms. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop mocks to himself, taking another sip. He slides his boots off. 'You know, the reason I pulled you over in the very first place is because we had an alert out on that stud's passport plate!' Amy turns to her acquaintance in rage and purrs under her breath that she knew those boys were distress. Heather shrugs her off and looks at the cop. 'Is there anything we can do to get out of this?' She asks. The cop sits up and probes them both. Heather attempts to sight daring while Amy shrinks back on the bed, hands folded. 'I very likely should just get you both down to the station,' he says. 'Those studs won't be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you'll both most likely remain in lockup for a few days before we set a bail hearing.' Amy embarks to sob, while Heather attempts to convenience her. She asks the cop again if there is anything they can do. 'Well,' the officer says. 'I am a bit of a weirdo. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?' Heather sighs strenuously for a moment before muttering that she can deep-throat his schlong. Amy seizes her mate and tells her no, she shouldn't have to do that. Heather tells her it'll be ok, she will get them out of it. She gets down on her knees in front of the cop and asks again ... telling she'll give him a oral if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.
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