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VIGNETTE opens inwards a truck late one night. A gang of nubiles are headed home from a soiree. Amy, a timid legal-yr-older lady, sits in the backseat beside her finest acquaintance Heather. Heather is also legitimate-years-aged but much more mature and flirty than Amy and is occupied by a guy beside her, while another one drives. They all laugh about the soiree when all of a sudden, a cop van pulls up behind them and commences displaying its lights. The fellow driving tells everyone to be glorious and attempts to slick converse the cop when he spins down the window. But, after reviewing his id and registration, the cop asks the 2 girls to step out of the truck. Nervously, they do, and the cop asks them their ages, where they've been, and whether thereare any drugs in the truck. Heather is hasty to say 'NO' but Amy grasps her and coos 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 pal's purse. The cop smirks 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 dudes to palm him the purse and stir along, they can retrieve their gfs from the precinct in trio hours once they've been written up. The studs looked dazed but frightened and do as they're told, driving off and leaving the 2 ladies alone with the officer. Amy clutches the purse stiffly. The officer leads the 2 gals 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 apartment. Amy rushes over to Heather, who is still caressing her wrists after having the handcuffs liquidated. 'This senses truly freaky, Heather.' Amy says. 'Why would a cop take us to his palace? In fact, why did he only arrest us in the first-ever place?' Heather, looking jumpy, snaps at her pal to be stellar. She reminds him that they got arrested because she ratted her out about the purse. The cop comes back into the guest room with some glasses. He offers the gals a guzzle and invites them to sit down. He liquidates his gun proprietor and rests it on the table before praying to observe the purse. Amy attempts to protest, pleading if he needs a warrant to do this. Heather snaps at her again, grinning at the officer and apologizing for her buddy. She seizes the purse and opens it on the table, explaining that she may have some pills that she got from her mummy 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 mummy's medicine cabinet. The cop jiggles his head and puts the bag of pills in his pocket. '2 barely legal-yr-aged dolls caught with their mummy'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 elder studs?' Amy flushes crimson and puts her head in her mitts. Heather admits to the cops that they had both lied to their parents. The cop makes fun to himself, taking another sip. He glides his footwear off. 'You know, the reason I pulled you over in the first-ever place is because we had an alert out on that dude's id plate!' Amy turns to her acquaintance in rage and purrs under her breath that she knew those fellows were grief. 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 examines them both. Heather attempts to glance plucky while Amy shrinks back on the sofa, hands folded. 'I most likely should just get you both down to the station,' he says. 'Those men won't be back for you tonight, I know their type, so you'll both most likely linger 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 pervert. What would you be willing to do to get out of this?' Heather sighs intensely for a moment before muttering that she can deep-throat his manstick. Amy grasps 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 job if he will let them go. He agrees but only if Amy joins in as well.
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