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Copping Feels

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I saw the whore next door sucking dick to get out of a ticket, and that gave me ideas…

Her real name is Hannah, but she uses a whole bunch of other names. She dances at a strip club regularly, but also turns tricks on the side, and I guess that’s okay.

Look, I’m a girl, and I guess I’m sex positive? It’s not like I’m going to sex shame her, and I even thought about doing it, when I’m old enough. If you like sex, and you have to make money, then why not have sex for money?

Then, the cops showed up, and arrested the man she had with her. One of them drove off with him in the car, but the other one took her out in the parking lot, and fucked her face right there 2 more cars.

It was the middle of the night, so I was supposed to be in bed, but I got up to watch through the window, and I saw the whole thing. This wasn’t sex, it was rape, and he made sure to expose her right out in the open, because he’s one of those asshole cops, and he got off on it.

He finally let her go, and she ran back upstairs crying. So, that’s pretty much what decided it for me. Not a great life, plenty of sex, and maybe enough money, but not worth it if people are going to treat you like a whore.

I went over there the next day, just thinking she might want someone to talk to, but she was packing up, and leaving. She sure didn’t want to talk about it, and her voice was rough from the brutal. Rape, he raped her throat, until it made her hoarse. So, she packed up her stuff, got in her car, and drove away.

It was a furnished apartment, anyway. Okay, it was a motel, before they started charging monthly rates, and then they stopped renting overnight completely. The manager said it was a long-term thing.

“In the short term, yeah. I can charge more per night, but in the long term, I can keep all the apartments full. So, it’s more dependable money. I don’t have to save up all season for the months where we’re practically empty.”

Okay, made sense. It’s like tips vs getting payed a decent wage, but my dad moved in there after a pretty bad divorce. I love my mom, but she was pissed, and she had her lawyers take it out on his bank accounts. Got those frozen, and he got fired on suspicion of embezzling. He wasn’t, but that doesn’t matter for the investigators, and mom’s one of those women scorned. Okay? She hit him right where it hurts, in the wallet, so he had to come live here in the poor house.

Hannah took pity on him. She gave him a discount, but then she just packed up and left, without saying goodbye. I had to tell him when he got home from work: “She got busted, and the cops started pressuring her pretty hard,” but I wasn’t the only one that saw it. There was a widow across the way, and she took video to report it. Pending investigation of course, but he’s a cop. Who do you think are going to investigate it?

She’s a whore, so even with video, and witnesses it’s her word against his. So, she just left instead of testifying. So, that didn’t go anywhere, but there’s this boy downstairs, and he’s got handcuffs. Toy plastic handcuffs anyone can get out of, because even though there’s keys, and a keyhole, they’re just pretend. They don’t do anything, and you can hit the release on the side if you know where it is. They’re his cops, and robbers set, so of course he knows where it is.

So then I saw him down at the playground, and I went to ask him: “You want to play cops, and robbers?” I didn’t call him O, but that’s what the Gangsta baiters call him. “No five, just O, cause you got nothin’.”

“With you?” He looked up, but he was just digging a hole in the sand.

“Yeah, you hear about what happened to Hannah?”

“The hooker?”

“Yeah, but she’s not a hooker. She’s a call-girl, hookers hang out on the street, and wait for someone to drive up. That’s called hooking.”

“Oh, so she’s called a call-girl because you call her on the phone to come over to your room?”

“Yeah, she’s been over to your house too?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“My moms don’t like prostitution.” 2 moms. Probably why he lives here with them, 2 lesbians that don’t make a whole lot of money on general principles, but he’s adopted.

“Oh, so go get your cop set, I want to play.”

“Okay,” he ran around the fence to his place, but the playground is in the middle. I guess that’s the “Court.” Not like a Courthouse, but a Courtyard. Whoever built it had a sick sense of humor, because they named it Royal Court. As cheap, and shitty as everything is, the irony is not even funny, if you ever lived here.

With 3 buildings around it, and a parking lot on the open side. Stairs on the end to go up to the top floors, but he lived on the ground floor. It used to have a pool, but they filled that up with sand, and concrete to put the playground legs in. I guess he took so long because the had to change his clothes, but I waited by his door.

He put on army boots, but Army/Navy surplus boots. So, they’re the desert khaki ones, with the canvas tops, and leather toes. Steel toes too, and another piece of leather around his heel, but that’s it. Also, blue cargo pants, but Navy Blue. A blue collar shirt, but that was more like baby blue, and a matching jacket, but that was more like maintenance man blue, with a zipper.

It had a name-tag, but what we’re talking about is illegal. Underage sex, I’m not even going to tell you how old we were, but not even close to 16. The rest of it was all Halloween costume, a black plastic belt with a holster for a cap gun. Grey plastic handcuffs, and a knight stick (But that was like a whiffle bat, so it wouldn’t hurt anyone.) Finally, a black plastic hat, but this was PVC. Pleather, but if he was gay, it might even be a vinyl fetish cap. Lucky for me, he wasn’t gay.

“So, you want to dress up too?”

“No,” I looked down at my dress, and grabbed his hat first. “I’m undercover, so just gimme your badge. The gun too.”

“No, why do you get to be the cop?”

“Well, why do you always get to be the cop when you play cops and robbers with the boys?”

“Because they’re my toys.”

“So what, just gimme the badge, and gun. Oh, and put this on.”

I took off my stocking cap, but I thought ahead. For days really, all right I played with myself fantasizing.

“Well, you’re a girl, so I thought you wanted to be the whore.”

“No, there’s man whores too, you know. They’re called Jiggalos?”

“Yeah, but they’re gay.”

“No, that’s called a hustler, and what do you care about gay? What would your moms think, if they heard you talking like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like a homophobe.”

“It’s not homophobia. It’s just that most guys are into prostitutes. Gay, or straight.”

“Shows what you know. Jiggalos are mostly for rich women that want to cheat on their husbands, but they pay for discretion.”

“Oh yeah?” He thought. “Okay, so how does a Jiggalo act?”

“Just like a man. Think about it, what man wouldn’t jump at the chance to have sex for money?”

“Yeah, you’re probably right, but how’d you learn so much about prostitution in the first place?”

“Hello?” I turned back, and waved at. The general direction of the apartments, but you couldn’t see them with the storage lockers in the way. I don’t hang out with the drug dealers, muggers, or smash, and grab burglars.

“Wait, where are we going?” He looked around.

“Over here. I know a place where they ditch cars.”

“Oh yeah, the wrecks, I know them. Good idea.” So, in case you’re wondering, we weren’t exactly sheltered. Hannah wasn’t the only semi-pro that lived there, and if you want drugs. I don’t know where to get them, or how much, but I could tell you a few addicts you can ask. Same thing with the cars, if they could afford a chop-shop, then they could probably afford to pay rent someplace nicer, like the trailer park.

Instead, somebody got the bright idea of stealing the whole car, driving it out to the woods outside the loop, and stripping out the radios, or anything else they could hawk for some fast money. And drugs, I’m guessing. The upshot of this is that the cars started piling up, and most of the windows were busted out by boys with nothing better to do.

“Okay, now pull down the mask, and oh yeah.” I snapped my fingers, and held out my hands. “I’m going to need the handcuffs, too.”

He pulled down the ski mask, but really it was just an old toboggan I cut eye holes in, and stitched around with a darning needle. For something to do on a rainy day, while I worked on my bad cop sex fantasies. “Uh,” he pulled them out of the pouch, and held them together. “You want to handcuff me?”

“Yeah, you play cops and robbers all the time.”

“Yeah, but I never played the robber.”

“Well, now’s your chance. Find a piece of metal or something, and try to break into that car.” There was a new one, so whoever the criminal mastermind that thought of this, he still hadn’t gotten caught. Well, when I say new, I mean it didn’t have all the windows broken out, but it was just sitting on the rims, in the dirt. Probably had nice enough wheels on it, before they got sold on the black market.

KCH! “I couldn’t find a slimjim.” So, he found a rock.

“Stop right there!” I pointed my gun at him. “Turn around, hands in the air where I can see them.”

“Okay, don’t shoot. I won’t resist, you caught me red-handed.”

“Hands on the car. Spread them.” I kicked his feet apart. “You got any weapons, or needles in here?” Felt around his butt, and in his pocket.


“Razor blades, stolen goods.”

“No, I didn’t steal anything yet, uh!” I grabbed the back of his neck when he tried to turn around. Look over his shoulder, but it didn’t take long to find both back pockets empty. He still had the utility belt on, so I had to pull the empty holster out of the way. With the gun to the back of his head so I could feel the pocket. Fish around, and grab his crotch.

“What’s this?”


“It doesn’t feel like nothing,” but he started getting hard right away, so I had to turn it around where I could rub it up and down with my hand. “Huh, you like that!”

“Uh huh!” He leaned over, and put his head down. Sideways, so he could breathe, but I’m not going to tell you it was huge. Okay, it was a dick, but a hard one, and I never got to touch one before, but more than that. It was the way we’re doing it. So young that if I was older, it would have been child molestation. He was even older than me, but he didn’t have any hair on his balls, or anything.

That young, I was even younger. Too young for sex, but sex play? BDSM sex play, with hand cuffs. “All right.” I pulled my hand out, and grabbed his belt. Tried to pull, but I’m not exactly strong. I’m a little girl, but this whole power trip was over-compensating. I know that, I thought about it, and how I wanted to make up for my shitty life. I’m poor, and weak. Mom practically sued dad’s nuts off, and I feel sorry for him.

I cried just watching him cry, and drink himself to sleep. Drag himself out of bed, and off to work, when it’s pretty obvious that he didn’t have a whole lot to live for. Just me, and I knew that if I weren’t there, he might even try to kill himself, again. I never really forgived mom for doing that to him.

“On your knees.” I kicked the back of one, so he went done hard, and pushed him with my shoulder so he slammed into the car door.

“Hey, not so rough. I’m not resisting.” I like him he’s just a boy, but I feel for him, and his situation, too. I don’t want to hurt him, break his heart, and destroy his spirit, but. On the other hand, I hate feeling helpless. I have to do something, and this? I just hoped this would work, I’m trying something, but he’s a boy. He lives with 2 Lesbians for fuck’s sake, an only child, and an orphan.

So what does he do? He dresses up like a cop to feel like a Man. “Hands on your head.” I’d seen this, so many times, I lost count. “You’re under arrest for breaking and entering.” I had Miranda memorized too. “You have the right to remain silent, but if you waive that right, anything you say can be used as evidence against you.”

“I know my rights.” Yeah, he said the same thing. Playing cops and robbers with his gangster friends. Who played with him, because they know he’s not a real cop, and he knows they’re not real gangsters either. It’s not hard to get a red bandana, even supposing their dad doesn’t have a Bulls cap. Or Astros, or Cincinnati Reds.

Maybe it’s their uncle, or cousin, or just the pusher next door. It’s that kind of neighborhood, most of the kids had family in the Bloods, or one of their affiliated gangs. So, they wore colors, even if they hadn’t earned them yet. Blood in, blood out, but they sure were looking forward to it. You don’t see any Raiders caps around here, so if you’re gonna wear blue, it’s actually better to play cop than Cripp.

“Uh,” it’s not as easy as it looks. I got his arm down, and even twisted up behind him. Gently, I don’t want to hurt him, I just want to handcuff him, for sex. “How do you even work these one handed?”

“Let me show you.” He turned around, and pulled his arm out, to squeeze the cuffs, and push one side through the other.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Let me get up. I’m not resisting.” But he had to adjust his pants, and rub the sand out of his knees when he got up. “If I’d known what you’re talking about, I would have worn the knee pads.”

“You okay?” He grinned, and nodded.

“It’s not like I hadn’t thought about it, even before I heard about that blowjob in the parking lot.”

“She didn’t give him a blowjob, he raped her.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I saw the whole thing.”

“Yeah, but how is that rape? Since she’s a prostitute anyway, that’s more like a robbery.”

“Uh!” I was honestly so offended that it took me a second to realize he was pushing my buttons. Of course he knows better. The whole reason why his moms don’t make more money is because they absolutely refuse to do anything that might support the patriarchy, in any way. Coincidentally, those are the kinds of jobs where you don’t make much money, because you can’t just sleep your way to the top. Not all lesbians, but they are those kinds of lesbians. They do exist, but it’s not like they’re wrong about any of that.

So, maybe he was just exercising his right to say the most sexist things he could imagine, but also trying to piss me off. “All right.” I grabbed his arm, and twisted. In both hands, so even he wasn’t strong enough to stop me.

“Ow!” Thump! They took off the hood to get the engine out, and pretty much everything between the wheel wells too. But they didn’t bother with the trunk, because that’s not worth the money. I guessed.

CLKT! I wish they were all metal, instead of just the strips around the one side, and whatever ratchet they had on the inside, but the plastic muffled it, and it would have been nice to at least get that sound right.

“Uh, don’t you don’t have to do this, let me go. I’ll do anything.”

“Give me your other arm.” I pounded the trunk. “NOW!”

“Uh, maybe we can work something out?”


“Uh!” He just relaxed, and took in a ragged breath. “Huh!” He sighed?

“Are you okay?”

“Huh, yeah. I just. Slip!” He sucked some drool up, and licked the corner of his mouth. Then he turned, and put his head down the other way. “Huh, I had no idea it felt like this before.”

“You like it?”

“I don’t know.”

“What’s it feel like?”

“I can’t describe it.” He shook his head, “You’ll have to try it to feel what it’s like, but not now. Later.”

“Okay,” I’d read enough about BDSM to know that it’s supposed to be about trust, but he didn’t know me well enough to trust me. I could have had a knife, and stabbed him easily before he got out of the cuffs, but I guess the promise of sex with a girl was good enough to overcome his inhibitions.

Why he submitted so easily? We could only guess, after we finished, and talked about it, but until then, I tried the door. The handle didn’t work, so I had to reach in the broken window, and feel for it. Under cubes of safety glass, so I didn’t cut my fingers, but I got a little thrill that I might. Added onto the possibility of his friends showing up, and catching him like this.

At my mercy, but I was merciful. I could have hurt him, but I didn’t want to. I still could have though, and he still let me handcuff him. He trusted me, and gave me this power over him. Yup, that helped. I hoped it would, but I felt a little better all ready.

They took the front seats, but didn’t bother with the back. So, “Watch your head.” I helped him climb in, and turn around to sit down. In the back, it turned out to be an 80s Monte Carlo once. Nice, big V8, racing seats, nice stereo, but no Alarm. Easy money, if you know where to sell all that stuff, but he got out of it right away.

Rubbed his wrists, and said. “Sorry, but it hurts to sit down on them.”

“It’s okay,” I turned around, “Can you unzip me?”

“Yeah,” he unzipped my dress, and got his belt off before I finished pulling it off. Then, I got in the car with him. Wearing nothing but my socks, shoes, underpants, and a hair tie.

“Huh, you look hot.” He touched my body. “Really very sexy.”

“Thanks.” Nobody told me that before. Okay, I’d gotten dirty looks, but only from creepy old men, that shouldn’t look at little girls that way. This wasn’t creepy, it was sincere, and sweet. “Huh?”

He put his arms around me, and pulled me onto his lap, but then he cuffed his hands back together behind me. “I can’t believe I never tried these on before myself.”

“Well, no. You’re a boy, so you’re supposed to be a man. Dominant and in control. I’m not supposed to even want to be the dominant one. You said it yourself, I’m a girl, so I’m supposed to be the whore.”

“I was just messing with you. MHN!”

I grabbed his face, and kissed him hard. “SNH!”

“Hmn!” He sighed, and melted. I’m really getting the hang of this, but you know what? He played bondage games with boys for years. He just didn’t think about it sexually, because they’re boys, and he’s not gay. He doesn’t even want to appear a little gay, because the boys in this neighborhood.

They’re not gangsters, but they know gangsters. All white people, but there’s white gangsters, even in the Cripps, and Bloods. There’s white people in prison, just not as many of us.

They don’t have real guns, but hell. I knew a girl with a .25 Baby Browning in her purse. A high school girl, she doesn’t take it to school with her, of course. They have metal detectors for that, but she got it from her dad on her birthday. Ammo, a spare magazine and everything. Sure, it’s only 25, but it’s a dozen of them. I don’t care how tough you think you are, if I have to shoot you with 6 of them, reload, and give you six more, I’ll bet that’ll do the trick.

“Uh!” He fell back, and tried to take a breath. “Uhn!” Then, he almost doubled over. If I wasn’t in the way, hand cuffed to him, I probably would have.

“Uh, did you just?” He gritted his teeth, and made this face, that looked painful, but I’m pretty sure it wasn’t. He got off.

He managed to nod weakly, the suck in a breath. “Uh, huh! Huh, I think so?” He shook his head. “Let me go.” Unhooked the handcuffs himself, and I climbed off to turn around, and looked at the seat.

It was filthy, of course. An abandoned wreck, what’s left of a car they stripped, and dumped in the woods, but I didn’t see any broken glass. He pulled his underwear out, and looked down. “Whew, that was amazing!”

“What’s it feel like?”

“I don’t know, fucking amazing! It probably doesn’t feel the same for you, but you ever cum before?”

I shook my head, “I tried, but I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“Well,” he grinned, “Maybe you haven’t been with the right guy yet.” He tried, he pulled his panties out, and stuck his fingers in, but I tried that.

“Huh, that’s not working.” I pushed him back, and got up. “Lay down.” I shucked my underwear off, and sat on his face. He tried licking it, and that didn’t feel bad, I just didn’t get off on it. Pretty sure his adopted moms didn’t give him oral sex lessons.

So, I turned around to pull his underwear down, and play with his junk until he got hard again. Then, I got down to try sucking him off, but he had to move my face to pinch it. He pumped it with 2 fingers and his thumb a while, until I stopped him. Moved his hand, and took over. “Like this?”

“Huh, yeah.” I got 3 fingers on it, and stroked him as fast as I could without my thumb slipping off the end. “Uh, I think it’s gonna happen again uh! Uh, I’m cumming uh!”

“Huh!” I stopped, and held it just to feel it twitch, but nothing came out. Of course, he didn’t have any hair on his balls, but that ment he didn’t have anything in them, either.

“Ah shit yeah! Ah, god you’re great.”

“Thanks!” He pulled me back to lick out my pussy some more, and let me play with his junk until he could get it up again, but now that I knew he was shooting blanks. That ment he couldn’t get me pregnant, and all this oral sex got us both good and wet. inside, and out, then in and out. “Uh, take it. Take it bitch. You like it?”

“Yeah, hit me?”

“Huh?” He took my hand, and slapped himself with it, gently.

“Try slapping me around a little?”

I did, gently, “Like that?”

“A little harder.” I also read that you don’t want to start too hard. I mean, you can’t guess, how hard to hit them, and you don’t want to go over. Especially if you want him to stay hard inside you. So finally, he had to egg me on.

“Come on, is that the best you can do? You hit like a girl, uhn! Uhn!”

“Holy crap!” I couldn’t believe it, but he made that face. That pained face, his O face, and then he relaxed. “Huh!” He went limp, and that felt incredible. Like he was dying inside me, which was so sick it scared me, but turned me on even more. “Huh!” He sighed again, and blinked. Shook his head. “It’s not as intense.”

“The third time?”

“Well, even the second time wasn’t as intense as the first, but I was really getting into it.”

I giggled, “Well you really got into me.” I sat back, when he sat up, and pulled his legs out from under me. “Oh,” I had to pick a cube of broken glass out of my butt. “We better get dressed and.”

“Oh shit!” He grabbed his shirt, and held it over his lap. I looked back, but all I saw was a boy running, in a Reds cap. The Cincinnati C, on a Red cap, but it had to be one of his wannabe gangster buddies.

“Yeah, can you hand me my panties?” They’re filthy, and covered with rust, but I found a dry spot to wipe out my moist crotch. Nothing but spit, I can’t even say I really got any sex out of it. Not for a while, my body just wasn’t ready, but I got him off. 3 times, in one sitting. It took like an hour a pop all together, but it was worth it.

I felt better, and whenever it felt hopeless, I knew that I could beat it out of him. I tried it once, but he barely got one of the cuffs on me before I freaked out, and had a nasty flashback. I watched someone, a friend of mine get raped by a cop, in handcuffs. Yeah, having a sex slave whipping boy made me feel better, but that doesn’t really help you get over something like that.

But it’s a start…



I just listened to The Sisters of Mercy – Vision Thing (A Slight Case of Overbombing) to get in the mood.

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