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Your head is still in disarray with inebriation from the bottle, your pulse quickened as the officer gave you a once over with a grimace of disdain.
"ID."
You tottered unstably in your Dior ankle-heeled boots, as you pretended to clamber for your identity document.
Spilling your purse's content on the bar counter, revealing a condom, a lipgloss and your mobile phone. You flashed him your most sultry smile as you apologised for your non-compliance.
"So sorraaay, Sir. Left my passport back in the hotel room. But don't worry about my age! I'm definitely legal to drink!"
You are currently in Las Vegas, having stop over in your first trip as an air stewardess, you were exhilarated when your seniors strung you along for a sensational experience of the Sin City's pulsing night life. Of course, you took up the irresistible offer immediately, with FOMO operating in its full gear.
"Sorry, I'll need you to follow us back to the station."
He gave an unenthused exhale of breath, as he places a firm hand on your bare shoulder.
"Are you for real?"
You quizzed, scanning his slate grey, stoic eyes, for a glimmer of sympathy, which you found none as you reckoned he's a stickler for the rules.
"Fine. I'm weeks away from 21. And I'm perfectly legal to drink back in my country, so can't you let me off just this once?"
He rolled his eyes as he nudged you along, giving you barely seconds as you frantically collected your belongings. You could only begrudgingly allow him to guide you towards his police vehicle at the curb.
"Please? Sir? I'll do anything for you to let me off the hook... I have a flight to catch tomorrow noon..."
You fluttered your lashes rapidly in desperation, a futile attempt to redeem your misdemeanour.
"I don't wanna have to resort to cuffing you up, miss. Move."
You bit your lip as you returned him the favour of a once over, taking in his defined mandible and the curvature of his neckline, that recedes into prominent clavicles.
In a pantomimed tripping of your footing, you smirked in your minor success, as his sturdy arms hoisted up your lithe frame.
"I'll love to be cuffed up... It will be my honour, ain't it, Captain?"
You had overheard his underlings, address him by his position on the team. You smiled slyly, as you allowed your ass to press suggestively against his pelvis.
You gasped as he abruptly pushed you between your shoulder blades, bending you over on the bonnet of his vehicle. Your arms were viciously wrenched into the small of your back. You can't help but to clench your thighs as you felt pressure against your ass. You were sure that it is his arousal, fleetingly grazed against your butt cheek before he pulled you upright once more, back flushed against his front.
You swallowed thickly, as he quietly hissed into the shell of your ear, his warm breath sent a delectable shiver down your vertebrae, igniting every cell in you with carnal desire.
"You are under arrest for violating NRS 202.020, you may save your excuses for the judge."
Perhaps if you were sober, you would have panicked and worried, but the adrenaline and intoxication coursing through your veins got you riled up and exhilarated instead.
You turned your head and nuzzled into the nook of his neck as you leaned obnoxiously into his masculine chest.
"What's the age of consent in Nevada? 16? So will it be legal for us to copulate?"
You were half aware that your bodycon dress had rode up indecently, revealing your slender thighs, and a peek of your butt's under cheeks.
He scoffed in incredulity at your brazen retort, as he shoved you discourteously into the backseat.
Humming genially to the tune of Janelle Monae's 'We are Young', as you barely register his command for his colleague to move off.
"Whoa... You look exotic, girl? Tourist?"
Still feeling buzzed and humoured by the proceeding of the night, you shuffled on your ass, performing a precarious balancing trick. With your half exposed ass on the edge of the seat and your cheek pressed against the cool surface of the panel partition behind the driver's seat.
"Hmm... Half European-Asian... Hajimemashite! I'm Yumi desu! Stewardess on a roundabout flight. The captain for my flight was pissed for not indulging him tonight, guess they deliberately left me behind in a lurch. You know, with hierarchical ranks in place, they can be such egoistic shitbags taking rejection personally. Well, at least your captain is a looker, unlike mine, chauvinistic nerds in their fifties and sixties."
You could hear the Captain scoff as his shoulders tensed at your jocular narration, urging you to continue to flirt.
"What's your names? The night is still young, if we can just write off the report quickly and be done, we could have some other kind of fun?"
You laughed as you see the man in the driver seat, his knuckles white from clutching the steering wheel.
Soon enough, the patrol car pulled into what seemed like their metropolitan department. And the door to your left opened up unannouncedly, a pair of arms welcomed you with unsurprising tenderness, and guided you to your unstable feet.
"Jean. Jean Kirstein." Was a gruff introduction that rumbled from his chest, but you were unable to reply coherently. You head lolled against his rigid stance, as your sight involuntarily dimmed into obscured oblivion.