Excerpt from Ashe and Em's Story
Victoria Monroe TBD
“I already told you – I’m not a peeping-tom.”
The fucking police department. There are crimes happening all over this city while they sit here trying to convince themselves I’m not a pervert. I don’t have to look into windows to get my jollies. Fuck. Although, maybe I should start looking into Emerson’s windows.
“I apologize if I’ve offended you,” officer Riggins says. “Normally when we have a male perp lurking outside a young woman’s residence at night and peering into her windows, we often assume he’s a peeping-tom. How inappropriate of us.”
I respect what these men and women do every day, but officer - I look like I’m twelve - is riding my last nerve with his endless sarcasm. “Look, can I get out of here? Emerson said she’s not pressing charges. I wasn’t there to cause her trouble or do anything to harm anyone. It was an innocent misunderstanding.”
“Alright, Mr. Bennett, we’ll need you to sign some paperwork and you’ll be free to go.”
"Great. Can I have my cell phone and other personal items back? I need to call someone for a ride." It's just a matter of deciding who the lucky person will be to get the phone call to come pick me up at the police station.
“You already have a ride, Mr. Bennett.”
“Oh, that’s great. So, an officer can just take me to get my bike?”
“No, sir. Your motorcycle has been impounded and has to be retained for twenty-four hours. However, since no crime was committed, we will not charge you a fee.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? I mean, you’re fucking kidding me, right, sir?” This little news flash puts my ass right back down into the chair I just stood up from.
“Try to watch the language, Mr. Bennett. I’m sure I don’t look like a joking man. Look at the situation from a victim’s point-of-view. Imagine for a moment it’s your friend, your sister, in this type of situation. . . Wouldn’t you want every precaution taken for her safety?”
He has no idea. It’s Emerson, she means more than. . . “I feel like an asshole now. Oh, I apologize, my language - again.”
“No apologies necessary – asshole is just about on target.” Officer Riggins doesn’t mind dishing me shit. I suppose I respect that.
“Fair enough. About my ride?” I look at him expectantly. I just want to get the fuck out of here and put this whole night behind me.
“Right this way, Bennett.” I follow him out into the precinct. “Here’s your tom, Ms. Parker. Are you sure you’re okay to transport him?”
The reasons for why I’m here along with everything I knew to this point just disappear when I see Emerson. Her long, thick hair is in a big messy pile on top of her head. Her gray sweatshirt drops down off of her shoulder revealing a delicate black strap. And her pants. . .fuck me. She’s wearing those glorious skin tight yoga pants. The police department can’t stop my cock from reacting to her.
Stay tuned… x
“I already told you – I’m not a peeping-tom.”
The fucking police department. There are crimes happening all over this city while they sit here trying to convince themselves I’m not a pervert. I don’t have to look into windows to get my jollies. Fuck. Although, maybe I should start looking into Emerson’s windows.
“I apologize if I’ve offended you,” officer Riggins says. “Normally when we have a male perp lurking outside a young woman’s residence at night and peering into her windows, we often assume he’s a peeping-tom. How inappropriate of us.”
I respect what these men and women do every day, but officer - I look like I’m twelve - is riding my last nerve with his endless sarcasm. “Look, can I get out of here? Emerson said she’s not pressing charges. I wasn’t there to cause her trouble or do anything to harm anyone. It was an innocent misunderstanding.”
“Alright, Mr. Bennett, we’ll need you to sign some paperwork and you’ll be free to go.”
"Great. Can I have my cell phone and other personal items back? I need to call someone for a ride." It's just a matter of deciding who the lucky person will be to get the phone call to come pick me up at the police station.
“You already have a ride, Mr. Bennett.”
“Oh, that’s great. So, an officer can just take me to get my bike?”
“No, sir. Your motorcycle has been impounded and has to be retained for twenty-four hours. However, since no crime was committed, we will not charge you a fee.”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right? I mean, you’re fucking kidding me, right, sir?” This little news flash puts my ass right back down into the chair I just stood up from.
“Try to watch the language, Mr. Bennett. I’m sure I don’t look like a joking man. Look at the situation from a victim’s point-of-view. Imagine for a moment it’s your friend, your sister, in this type of situation. . . Wouldn’t you want every precaution taken for her safety?”
He has no idea. It’s Emerson, she means more than. . . “I feel like an asshole now. Oh, I apologize, my language - again.”
“No apologies necessary – asshole is just about on target.” Officer Riggins doesn’t mind dishing me shit. I suppose I respect that.
“Fair enough. About my ride?” I look at him expectantly. I just want to get the fuck out of here and put this whole night behind me.
“Right this way, Bennett.” I follow him out into the precinct. “Here’s your tom, Ms. Parker. Are you sure you’re okay to transport him?”
The reasons for why I’m here along with everything I knew to this point just disappear when I see Emerson. Her long, thick hair is in a big messy pile on top of her head. Her gray sweatshirt drops down off of her shoulder revealing a delicate black strap. And her pants. . .fuck me. She’s wearing those glorious skin tight yoga pants. The police department can’t stop my cock from reacting to her.
Stay tuned… x
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