<strong>Elven Sex Goddess:</strong><br/><br/>You pant, gasping from the second orgasm of the morning; it doesn't help that your first was barely ten minutes ago, and your entire body buzzes, alight with electricity. Finally, an out - you can get a cab, go buy your own pants, and put this nightmare behind you. This new out is tantalizing, because it means that you don't have to pander to Jack anymore -<br/><br/>"What's going on here?" demands a cool, authoritative voice, and your throat tightens automatically. Glancing upward, you see a police officer - a younger, smooth-shaven man with short-cropped hair and a crisp uniform. He was kind of cute, and despite his comparative youth (you figure he's in his late twenties), he carries an air of mature responsibility about him. You hope your assessment is right, because he would probably understand your situation - maybe even help you. You know that nothing you've done up to this point is actually illegal, as public indecency laws had been scaled back remarkably over recent years...<br/><br/>...yet, prostitution was still an arrestable offense, and you drop a silent curse. If the man who had just pleasured you follows through on his deal in sight of the officer (and you hope that he was smart enough to draw the same realization you have), then that could be construed as prostitution.<br/><br/>"Nothing out of the ordinary, officer," the man answers for you - which is just as well, since your voice has locked up, and you're still light-headed from the orgasm. "Just having a little fun."<br/><br/>The police officer narrows his eyes at the man, before glancing over to you; he sizes you up, trying to figure out the situation for himself. Your thighs and pussy are still glistening with fluid, and he would have to be blind to not notice. You squirm a little under his gaze, but he doesn't linger on your pussy, his eyes instead focusing on yours. You let out a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding; it was nice to meet a man who didn't stare at you, who didn't make you feel like you were on the spotlight.<br/><br/>"Are you alright, miss?" he asks, his voice level and calm - not accusatory, thank God. "Is this man harassing you?"<br/><br/>"No," you blurt; it's already obvious that shifting the blame to the man who had offered you money for services rendered would be detrimental as he could easily turn the tables and tell the officer that you'd accepted (and he had a small crowd of eye-witnesses to back him up). "Not at all, sir."<br/><br/>The officer doesn't look entirely convinced, but shifts his attention away from you, to the gathered crowd - he starts waving them off, telling them that there was nothing to see here, et cetera et cetera. And when he turns around to face those who had assembled behind them, you feel the man's fingers on you again - gentle this time, subtle, but you still can't help from shuddering. Was he nuts?! You turn to glare at him, but he smirks and winks; he slides something small inside your vagina before withdrawing his fingers, wiping them off the side of his pants.<br/><br/>"Let it never be said that I'm not a man of my word," he whispers, before returning his attention to the officer.<br/><br/>With the crowds dispersed, the officer looks back at you and opens his mouth - he's about to say something, maybe ask you if you need help, and it would certainly be nice...but at that very moment, a familiar chime strikes the air behind you. You glance to the office supplies store to find Jack emerging from it - perplexed, though he is quick to regain his composure. He saunters over to you and says, "Okay, we've got everything sorted out. You ready to come back inside?"<br/><br/>You stop short - you hadn't been expecting Jack to come back out! Your brain locks up as you try to figure out what to do, but Jack takes your silence as a 'yes,' and takes your hand in his. Are you just going to FOLLOW JACK, or will you manage to shake off the nerves and ASK THE OFFICER FOR HELP?<br/>