You're intrigued as Captain Cochran undoes her top button, but then her cell phone trills and she answers it. "Hello? ... But when I talked with you just one minute ago you said you were already here in the station taking care of business. Listen, you must be close by, it's probably easiest if I just open the door."
She opens the door, but just a crack, and you hear her talk. "His name is Nick. Technically he's no witness, but I know you'll want to help. Don't be shocked, but right now he's naked."
You have to wonder what it is about redheads. You were after all kidnapped by a readheaded nympho, but she was more a down and dirty type. This redhead seems a little more refined, with a kind of "young soccer mom" vibe about her. Before she even notices you, she notices Lane and Keller in post-coital disarray.
"This is Nick," Captain Cochran introduces.
The redhead stares hard at your cock, her lips forming a silent whistle.
Dr. Burger steps forward. She has cleaned and straightened herself up somewhat, but she still has an obvious wild-haired afterglow. "Nick here has a permanent erection. Captain Cochjran and I agree that his presence could undermine the fabric of polite society, if word of him got out. He was found with the arrest of that nymphomaniac escapee McKissick. These ... are the arresting officers."
"I think I'm beginning to see the problem ... ! Hi there, Nick. I'm U.S. Marshal Shannon. Listen, I'm sorry about this, but for your own good I'm afraid we're going to have to create a whole new life for you. It's true, you're not a witness hiding out from hitmen, but I think I can argue that you know a secret -- namely, the secret dream of a lot of women. You will probably also need protection, except more from angry husbands and boyfriends. You know what ... I think I'll name you Tucker -- because it sure looks like you tuckered out those two officers!" She turns to Cochran. "Do you have any offical record of him?"
"Actually, no. We picked him up with McKissick. Officers Lane and Keller here have ... never quite gotten around to making out a report."
"Well, at least they got the 'making out' part! We need to keep him secret."
"Gotcha ... Lane! Keller!"
Lane and Keller acted a bit wobbly, even intoxicated, but they dressed quickly if crookedly.
"Lane, you make out the report on McKissick's arrest -- but leave Nick out."
"Yes, Captain!" Lane winks, evidently liking your being a secret.
"Keller! Get out there and take over for me for ... a while."
Keller suppresses a cynical laugh. "Yes, ma'am, Captain ... COCK Run!'
As the two women leave, you focuse more on the two new women, the Captain and the Marshal, and already you are wondering: how long before I'm pumping my jizz all over them as well?
"You have a nice sinewy strength," muses Marshal Shannon, "but you'll need to bulk up. I'll get you a personal trainer. I know an isolated out-of-the-way safe house that we seized from a drug lord, it even has a gym. What do you say to the three of us getting Nick started on his new life?"
"That will be scientifically fascinating!" sighs Dr. Burger.
"My local jurisdiction will cooperate with your federal assistance," teases Cochran. "Nick, we'll get something to ... throw over you, and then we'll get you into a van and check out your new safe house."
Safe house? With these three lovelies, you hop it's not TOO safe ... |