June #1: quotethis_muses
“When authorities warn you of the sinfulness of sex, there is an important lesson to be learned. Do not have sex with the authorities.” - Matt Groening
There was this cop back in Sydney. She knew how to fill a uniform. Gorgeous, curves in all the right places-the ideal woman to pull you over for speeding and then frisk you just because. They had this tumultuous flirting affair, almost to the point where he figured out where she was going to be posted every night, and he would make a point of speeding by on his bike, just to keep this going. It was fun, and it was flirting on the edge of dangerous considering he was a missing government weapon and she was a police officer in a country that he was pretty sure had extradition rules concerning American property, but that didn’t really stop him. The whole thing culminated with sex in the back of a squad car complete with handcuffs-on him, not her. It was very kinky, and insanely thrilling, and he was really starting to love that nice thin line between dangerous and not.
Back here in the states, though, it was a whole different story. Firstly, the women who worked the sector police weren’t nearly as attractive. Call him shallow, but if he was going to risk getting caught for being a transgenic, he wanted the reason he got caught to at least be worth it in the looks department. He watched too many old school thrillers, and the idea of being seduced and captured by a femme fatale was high on the fantasy list. Secondly, on why he wasn’t running around after the sector police, was that they weren’t the type to think of a barcode on the back of the neck was a dumb childhood mistake. They would lock you up faster than you could explain, and that was not a situation he wanted to be in either.
The pros to this particular situation, however is that you could spot a sector goon a mile away. It was in everything they did-their stance, posture, everything about them just gave him an itch to flip up his collar a little higher and try to find the nearest exit out. He usually didn’t though-no need to draw any undo attention. But he was definitely a little more on edge than he used to be.
When it came down to it, though-sector police were still floating on the line that comes right before dangerous. There was still a bit of a thrill that came with flirting with a woman of authority, knowing that she could put him in a position that he really didn’t want to be in, and not really caring all the same. That was all part of the fun of it.
And it was fun he planned on continuing to have.
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There was this cop back in Sydney. She knew how to fill a uniform. Gorgeous, curves in all the right places-the ideal woman to pull you over for speeding and then frisk you just because. They had this tumultuous flirting affair, almost to the point where he figured out where she was going to be posted every night, and he would make a point of speeding by on his bike, just to keep this going. It was fun, and it was flirting on the edge of dangerous considering he was a missing government weapon and she was a police officer in a country that he was pretty sure had extradition rules concerning American property, but that didn’t really stop him. The whole thing culminated with sex in the back of a squad car complete with handcuffs-on him, not her. It was very kinky, and insanely thrilling, and he was really starting to love that nice thin line between dangerous and not.
Back here in the states, though, it was a whole different story. Firstly, the women who worked the sector police weren’t nearly as attractive. Call him shallow, but if he was going to risk getting caught for being a transgenic, he wanted the reason he got caught to at least be worth it in the looks department. He watched too many old school thrillers, and the idea of being seduced and captured by a femme fatale was high on the fantasy list. Secondly, on why he wasn’t running around after the sector police, was that they weren’t the type to think of a barcode on the back of the neck was a dumb childhood mistake. They would lock you up faster than you could explain, and that was not a situation he wanted to be in either.
The pros to this particular situation, however is that you could spot a sector goon a mile away. It was in everything they did-their stance, posture, everything about them just gave him an itch to flip up his collar a little higher and try to find the nearest exit out. He usually didn’t though-no need to draw any undo attention. But he was definitely a little more on edge than he used to be.
When it came down to it, though-sector police were still floating on the line that comes right before dangerous. There was still a bit of a thrill that came with flirting with a woman of authority, knowing that she could put him in a position that he really didn’t want to be in, and not really caring all the same. That was all part of the fun of it.
And it was fun he planned on continuing to have.
456 words