It had been an eventful day.  A trip to town ended in a trip in the back of a squad car when Dude was caught kicking an ATM to try to get the cash inside.  They dragged him to the station, took all his shit save for a pack of matches, and tossed him in a cell.  With a little bit of quick thinking, he was able to use the matches to free himself.  He moved stealthily, locating the locker room and finding himself a bona fide police uniform to disguise himself.  No one batted an eye at him as he casually strolled through the building, quickly recollected all his shit, and even gathered some goodies along the way.  After making it outside, he decided to have a little more fun with his costume while he had it.

It was about 9 PM by the time that he made it to the Paradise Mall.  The mall itself was closed, but the business he was visiting was not.  He approached the outside entrance of Orifice Depot and walked right in.  The place was busy for a Monday night.  Well, busier than he’d ever seen it.  Good.  That made this plan of his even more satisfying.  There were a few customers scattered about perusing the wares.  There was an older woman at the counter, ringing up someone’s purchase who looked up when he walked in.  Her face paled and she straightened up.  The juvenile hushed whispers of the patrons ceased.

“Evening, officer,” she said.

“Good evening, ma’am,” Dude replied, using his best officer-sounding impression.  “You in charge here?”

She quickly shook her head.  “No… No, I just work here.  I-I can call for my boss, if you’d like.”

“Please,” he said.  He wanted to laugh.  He wasn't sure which one of the ladies this was, but she sure was quick to toss her boss under the bus.

With a nod, she pressed a button under the counter that buzzed the back of the store.  Not even a full minute later, The Mistress strutted out the back and headed straight for the counter.

“Need something, Janice?”

The employee, Janice, gestured towards Dude.  “This officer was looking for you.”

Ever confident, she didn’t seem phased by the fact that the police had showed up.

“What can I do for you—”  Her inquiry was cut short when she looked at his face.  Her professional façade was betrayed with a flicker of annoyance for the briefest second when she recognized him.  “… Officer?”

“Can we talk in the back, ma’am?” he asked, keeping up the act.  He could see she wanted to cuss him out, but didn’t want to cause a scene in front of her employee and customers.

“Sure,” she curtly said.  “Right this way.”

She turned on her heel and walked straight to the stockroom.  Dude followed two steps behind.  Once they were back there, she shut the door and held it in place.

“The fuck are you wearing?” she hissed under her breath.  “Where the hell did you even get that?”

“I have my ways,” he said, refusing to elaborate.  He took a step closer, forcing her back against the door.

“Do those ways include showing up at my place of business, scaring my employee, and making me look like I’ve got something shady going on in front of my customers?”

Dude shrugged and placed a hand on her hip, which she promptly knocked away.

“Whatever game you’re wanting to play, I don’t have the time for it.  I’m working.”

“Oh, really?  It’d be a shame if I hauled you out of here in cuffs,” he said.  He had leaned in so close that his breath fanned her neck.  “A real shame, because I don’t know if I have the keys for these things… But I might can accept a bribe.”

She rolled her eyes, but decided it’d be quicker to play along.  “Fine, Officer.  Was is it I can do for you?”

Dude reached between them and began to unbuckle his belt.  The zip of his fly being undone filled the small stockroom.  When he pulled his dick out, she stared down at it, unamused.  She reluctantly dropped to her knees.

“Don’t touch my hair,” she warned.  “And don’t make a sound.”

A low chuckle left Dude.

“Are you in any position to make demands, miss?”

“Are you?” she retorted, shooting a look up at him.  “I could bite your dick off.”

His smirk faded, knowing that she wasn’t bluffing.

“Fine,” he muttered.  “Just get on with it before they get suspicious out there.”

She obliged, taking hold of the base of his shaft and holding him in place to take him into her mouth.  Dude went to reach for her head out of instinct, but quickly held the wall instead when he saw her stare daggers up at him.  She began to bob her head, lips and tongue dragging down the length of the sensitive appendage rhythmically.  Dude closed his eyes and chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to keep his groans to a minimum.  The sounds of the activity on the other side of the wall could be heard over the sloppy, yet restrained sounds of her blowjob.  Hearing people laughing, talking, and shuffling around added an extra layer to the already taboo feeling of the act.

He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but he didn’t think he’d be ready to nut this quickly.  Guess the thought of a beautiful, respected business owner getting caught sucking off a police officer in her own shop got him going more than he anticipated.  His hand balled into a fist against the wall as his balls tightened.  He watched her, admiring how seriously she took this and the way her brow knit in concentration.  Within seconds, he couldn’t hold back anymore.  His free hand gripped the back of her head to hold her in place as he thrust into her willing mouth and spilled his load down her throat, which worked overtime to swallow every drop down.  Her hands defensively cupped her chin, making certain that if any dribbled out, nothing would stain her top.  When he was finally spent, he pulled out and pet her head.

“Thanks for cooperating,” he said as he began to zip himself back up.  “Guess I’ll let you off on good behavior.”