The Naughty Officer

Stephanie rolls up to work and spots a cop car parked right out front. Some officer's leaning against it, yapping on his phone with this no-nonsense glare that screams trouble. She strolls over, and bam—he flags her down, wants her to tag along to the house for a little chat. He grills her hard about what really goes down inside, eyes narrowing like he smells a rat, convinced they're peddling something sketchy under the radar. But Stephanie? She's all smooth denial, swearing up and down every single thing's 100% above board, legal as a tax form. To seal the deal and melt his doubts, she flashes him the full standard treatment—free of charge, officer. As her hands work him over, kneading those tense muscles with expert twists, a wicked idea sparks in her brain. She's gonna flip his world upside down, make him ditch this whole probe without a second thought. A real treat for the guy, but hell, the twist she doesn't see coming is gonna rock her boat too.