"Freeze!" yell a couple of voices as two guys with guns break into the room.
Seeing two guns in his face makes Dan go white, swaying from side to side like he'd keel over. His terror turns the spurts of cum into a torrent of urine as he loses control of his bladder. It takes you a couple of startled moments to figure out the change, but with Dans grip on your hair you end up swallowing nearly all of it before he faints onto the bed behind him, the dying geyser of his bladder like a fountain raining its yellow contents upon your hair, face and tits.
The two cops stare a moment before one of them says, "We said call for the sting when he pays you, not when he delivers the payload, Fernandes. Goddamn rookies."
"Uh, Frank, that's not Maria. Check for the camera."
Frank pauses, easing his grip on the gun a bit as he takes a harder look at you. "Fuck yeah, Jim, she's blonde!" He shakes his head, walking over the the bed you're kneeling beside and plucks a tiny device from the bedpost.
"The techies are gonna have a field day with this one. If it's not already on the net I'll eat my badge," Frank grouses, pointing the camera at you. "Where's Fernandes?" He asks you. You can only stare at him, desperately wishing to be anywhere else, or at least to redo the last half-hour of your life.
"You know," the other cop says thoughtfully, pulling out his hand cuffs, "If she's here, where's Fernandes?"
Frank pauses a moment, his own cuffs appearing and clinking shut on Dan's wrists. "Hell, we trailed her here. Where could...."
Their eyes shot upwards as a bull-like voice yelled, "Police! Drop the dildo!"
"Fernandes!" they shouted, drowning out the click of handcuffs locking your hands behind you to the second bed's headboard. |