Postby ManRandomThe » Sat Jan 05, 2013 4:09 pm
*Star City, California. Larry's Cabana, Wednesday, 7:47, A.M.*
It was over a week since Officers John Korica and Laura White had been kidnapped and escaped from a impersonator who had had an eye for John. After she was arrested, the woman, named Vivian Johnson, cracked almost immiedatedly, and revealed everything she had done. Her other two captives, Officers Paul Harries and Jules Campbell were found and rescued, she was arrested and things went back to normal.
Seated at the counter of a diner are partners John Korica and Laura White. Laura has her hands cupped around a mug of coffee, her radio resting on the counter, a smile on her face.
"Good to finally get a break, it's actually boring doing nothing all day." she says with relief.
"After that incident, I'm happy to have a little peace", John said with a smile.
Laura smiled back, sipping her coffee. She was trying to work in how she felt about the situation... the good and the bad. Mostly the bad. Though after years of being uncertain if she had a school-girl crush on her partner, she was certain now she did, almost certain at least. "Same, the past few days have been easy. Can't complain with that." she chuckles.
"Yeah, thankfully Harris and Campbell are making a full recovery", John said. "But, I'm kinda glad now just to be dealing with speeders and litters", he joked. Of course, while he didn't know if Laura ever knew, but he also had a big crush on her, especially after that incident.
Yeah, we should probably see if-" Before Laura could finish, their radio blasted out. 'There's a 401 taking place at a gas station if anyone could drive down there' the radio dispatch gave out the location roughly too. Laura picked up her radio, knowing they were close. "Yeah, we're on that." she sighs. "Guess our break is up."
"Oh well, it can't be helped, Laura. Let's go", John said as they paid for their coffee and got on their motorcycles.
They drove to the gas station which as Laura expected, didn't take too long. They parked on the other side of the road. She used binoculars to peek in through the glass windows and see what was going on inside. "No civilians, I guess they were cleared out first... strange, there's only one person in there, but she does not appear to be armed or doing anything, reallt." Laura confirms. "Shouldn't be too hard, stay alert though John."
"All right, what does she look like, and are you sure on there not being anyone else in there?", John asked. He wanted to make sure she wasn't a robber before they did anything drastic.
"Long black hair... leather jacket, jeans... she looks pretty normal." Laura replies. "I can't see anyone else. Should we go in and have a look?"
"All right, I think we can manage this no problem. Let's go say hello", John said as the two made their way to the entrance, guns drawn.
Laura gently pushes the door open, pointing her gun at the lady. "Miss, are you okay?", she asked the girl. "Oh, please, you must help me!" She begged but it sounded fake. "What's going on here?" she asks.
The woman grins. "A robbery and now a kidnapping." Two other women stand out, one appearing from the counter holding a shotgun, the other behind a shelf with a pistol.
The two gunmen surround Laura and John, demanding their surrender. "Crap, this isn't good!", John thinks to himself. He couldn't believe they were so easily caught!
"Lower the weapons!" The woman calls out. She only looked about 22, one of the other girls about 18 and the last about 22 also. Whatever ages, they were much younger then the two officers.
Laura looks to John and then slowly places her weapons on the ground, raising her arms. "Where are the civilians?", Laura asks.
"They made a runner. We let them leave." The woman explains.
"Then, if no one is left, why did you remain when the cash register is right there?", John asked, after also putting his pistol down and putting his hands in the air.
"That must be it..." Laura sighed, watching the youngest girl chewing on a candybar. They weren't in it just for the money, it was the goods too.
"Good! Now follow us into the back room and no funny business!" The leader says.
Guns to their back, they were walked into the back room. It was a small office like area with a desk, a stand-up metal cabinet and other such things. Laura could see a coil of rope, some white cloths and duct tape on the desk.
"We're just here for a little bit of candy and alcohol, can't have you getting in our way." the woman explains, hands behind your backs, now!"
The two gunwomen force the motorcycle cops to put their hands behind their backs. The leader takes the rope start binding both John and Laura's wrists behind their backs. John wanted to tell the girls they were making a huge mistake, but he doubted they would listen, and probably make things worse. So, for the moment, he would keep his cool and wait for a chance to turn it around. Though he wasn't sure how that would work.
After their hands were bound behind their backs, the two girls began tying their upper and lowers bodies, pinning their arms to their sides. "So, are you two in love or something?" one of the women asks them.
"Why would you ask such an out-of-the-blue question like that?", John asked as the shotgun thugette continued to bind him most securely.
"Because you've got a massive hard on while we're tying up your partner, dork", the girls all giggled except Laura who blushes rather greatly. There thighs and ankles were bound next.
"What?!", John looks down and does indeed see the front of his jodhpurs are tenting quite a bit. Needless to say, he was very embarassed right now.
"Hey! Don't talk to him that way! We're officers of the law!" Laura snapped.
"Oooo, we're officers of the law." The little thugette mimicked.
The two cloths were rolled up into bands and the youngest girl passed it through John's teeth, tying it around his head and cleave gagging him.
"So, we're gonna leave you love birds here and continue are job once this is done 'kay?" The leader says.
"This isn't a game!" Laura snaps at them. "Oh, shut her up too!", the little one asks.
"MMMPH!", Jon protests this, but soon Laura is cleave-gagged too.
"Do you think we'd be able to fit 'em in there?" The youngest thugette asks, pointing at the stand-up cabinet.
"Nah, doubt it, it's a tight fit..." the other says.
The leader has a eureka moment. "Hey! I have an idea!" she says. "Push 'em together."
The two officers are pushed up against each other frontwards and then duct tape was passed around their bodies and legs numerous times, keeping them stuck together.
"There, now we just squeeze them in...", the leader says as with a bit of effort, the two officers were cramped into the very enclosed cabinet.
"Getmph usmph otmph ofmph hrmph!", Laura barked at the kids.
"Shut it lady, we'll leave you two love birds alone", she smiled as started to press a long strip of duct tape over John and Laura's cleave-gagged mouths before slamming the cabinet door shut.
It was dark inside, only a bit of light trickling onto their faces from the vent design on the door.
"Ommmpgh gommpgh, nmmmpgh agmmmap", John bemoaned as they found themselves stuck bound so closely together, their faces practically inches away from eachother once more. How could they get out of this one?
Laura wasn't as angered as the last time. She was calm that nothing bad had truly happened to them. Granted it wasn't idea, what would be ideal is that they'd get through a day of work, at the end John would kiss her cheek... no lips, invite her out on a date where they'd have expensive wine under candlelight.
This wasn't bad as it could have been, though. She barely put up a struggle, not making a sound as she breathed heavily, her body pressed up against John's, incredibly tight fit. There practically was no room to struggle.
Seeing Laura not struggle, John felt calmed enough not to as well. He hated to think those deliquents would get away, but the vidoe camera would help. Still, how could he make this up to her? Maybe a date at some nice Italian resturant, candelights, a nice bottle of wine...
He then snapped back to reality. That would be then, but they had to wait until someone would find them.
"Aremph ymph okmph?" Laura eventually spoke, shuffling her position a little, which made them rub up against each other.
"Yuamgh, Imm gummpg", John replied. "Anmpgh ymogh?", he asked.
"Mmphmph..." Laura nodded back, not daring to adress the awkward situation they found themselves in. The cloth wedged in her mouth felt weird, it limited what she could do.
John was also glad that the way the postions they were tied in was slightly crooked, meaning that while he was still excited, at least he wasn't jamming Laura in the leg anymore with it like last time, which was a small mercy.
Laura tried to move her head to the side, her cheek gently brushing against his face as she did. She wanted to see if she could see anything outside the small grates on the door of the cabinet but nothing of interest was out there, just an empty office.
"Mmmph!" she grunted, trying to jam their bodies up against the door in hopes to burst it open.
"Ahhm-hmmpg!", as John realized what Laura was trying to do and began to help her by doing the same thing, although when starting it, their lips met for a brief moment.
As their two gagged lips pressed towards each other, Laura left them there, her eyes widened. She blushed under the influence of this before pulling her head away. "Mmph..." she groaned, trying to forget it happened, if she had said sorry, that'd mean it probably did. She tried to focus her attention on the task, hitting her shoulder off of the door.
John also blushed, as he was sure he didn't mean to actually do it, but it did feel rather nice, despite the circumstances. So, he continued to help Laura again, hoping the noise didn't alert the criminals before they could break out.
"Mmph!..." Laura grunted with every effort as she and her parnter awkwardly banged up against the door. She could feel his breath, hear his muffled grunts. Again, why was he so darn handsome under such tight circumstances?
*bang*, *bang*, *bang*, the two continued to do so against the door, until finally, with one big, final one, the door broke free and both accidentally tumbled out and to the ground.
John also could have sworn he was hearing police sirens at the moment, but maybe he was just imignating that. "Yoomgh okma, Laumgh?", he asked.
"Yeahmph, yoummph?" Laura asks as the two partners were huddled up on the floor.
John nodded his head to show that he was okay. Now, they had to have the task of somehow freeing themselves, and capturing the three bad girls before they were discovered and before they could escape. "Hemmmpgh we gmmmpgh agammmip", he grunted to himself.
Laura felt his pain. She just wanted to be free and get out of this. Outside were two officers who had just arrived on seen.
"Looks like three women inside", a younger red-haired motorcyle cop confirms, getting off of her bike.
"Do yompgh sempgh anmpgh shmmpgh?", John asked Laura as both struggled and wriggled against eachother, despertly trying to free themselves from their bonds,
"Yeah, these bikes check out to White and Korica. Might be a hostage situation", her black-haired male partner said.
"So, what do we do?" She asks, cupping her hands around her gun. "We need to find some way of calming the situation, getting inside and finding Korica and White."
"Nmmph..." Laura eventually confirmed after looking around. She still couldn't get used to the feeling of brushing John's face with hers every time she moved her head. "Dmph youmph?"
Thankfully, the three criminals, arrogant from their victory, were pigging out on the food inside and weren't noticing their prisoners were escaping nor two new cops were slowly coming for them.
"Nmmmpgh-nnnmpgh", John said, after he realized shaking his head after saying that caused both to brush up against eachother again, which he was sorry for. It looks like they were going to have to try squriming their way out of the bonds.
Squirming meant brushing off each other constantly but it seemed the only way of escaping. Laura brushed up against John, muffling into her gag with the effort. "Mmph mmph...", she grunted.
The two partners made their way inside. The three girls had left themselves unarmed to satisfy their greed. "Okay freeze and nobody gets hurt!" The woman called out, pointing her gun at the three offenders.
"Hmmpgh...ngmppgh", John groans into his gag as both continue their awkward struggle with eachother. So far, the only thing resulting from this was John having to deal with a familliar problem last time he was tied, and hoping poor Laura didn't have to feel that jamming her thigh again as he shifted a little in the tape holding both together.
"Wait, what?!?", the lead girl says as the gas station is stormed. Their guns too far away to try and grab, all three are forced to surrender and put their hands up in the air.
Slowly but surely the cops handcuffed the three girls.
"Where are the other officers?" she asks the leader.
"I-In the back..." she replied, her confidence shattered.
Well, poor Laura did in fact, feel it. It was a weird feeling having such a problem jamming right into her thigh but what else could they do? It was neither person's fault. She struggled up against him, unfortunatly rubbing against it while she did so.
As the girls are led out and detained, the two other officers head in and see John and Laura still bound and gagged to eachother on the floor. "There they are. We'll have you guys out in a second", the male officer tells both.
"Thannnmk Gommmpgh", John groans in relief. He didn't know how much more of that struggling-induced rubbing he could take.
Using a box cutter, the two were untaped from each other. The female officer knelt down and cut away the rope binding John's arms and chest then moved onto his legs. "Are you two okay?", she asked.
"Ymmph..." Laura confirmed, nodding her head.
John also nodded his head while the male one freed Laura. He hoped neither of them noticed his "problem", as he was about free from the bindings.
Truth was, the female officer had noticed, making a loud 'ahem' she tried to ignore it and perhaps save John any embarassment. Once the two were freed, they were helped to their feet.
"Thanks again Paul and Jules, glad you two had our backs." Laura says so them, as she rubs her rope burned wrists.
"Nah, you guys saved us last week from that witch, remember? We are just happy to pay you guys back. Go on, we'll deal with these three", Officer Paul Harris responded.
"Thank guys, we appreicate that", John said earnestly, though he did notice that Jules was slightly blushing and after he realized why and quickly excused himself.
She simply nodded back awkwardly as Laura and John left. Outside, Laura sat on her back, slumping over the handle bars.
"It's never easy, is it?" she says, shaking her head.
"No, that was pretty embarissing of us admittedly, but at least they got caught, and we're both safe, right?", John asked Laura.
"Yeah, that's the most important thing." Laura perked up, smiling sweetly now. "And thanks for making it easier... you know?".
Yeah, it's better to have someone with you when you are scared, then alone, right?", John asked. "Still, I'd like to make this up to you. May I buy you dinner? I know this nice Italian resturant in town, their gimmick is they have them lit by candles, you see".
Laura's smile faded and instead was molded into a state of hesitant uncertainty. So many things were flurrying into her mind. Was it a date? If it was, would it destroy their partnership or blossom into something bigger? Does she ask?
"Eh...um..." she stalled. "Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Dinner sounds nice", she answered.
"OK, then it's a mutual agreement between two good partners, right?", John asked, also very uncertain of his feelings right now. Even he didn't know if was just makng a friendly offer or something romantic, so fluttered when he saw her like this.
"...Yeah..." Laura asks, she could feel the idea of it being a date slipping away and if that were the case, it'd mean he probably wasn't interested in her. "So, it's a date then... kinda..." it was testing water, a daring test.
"I...I guess it kinda is", John said with a very dorkish, but sweet smile. "Shall I pick you up at 7?", he asked.
"Okay, 7 it is." Laura smiled, putting her helment on a buckling it.
"For now though, we have a job to do."
"Of course", John said, as he became professional again. "Let's go, Laura!", he said as both began to ride off from the gas station.
*Star City, California. Laura's Apartment, Wednesday, 9:00 P.M.*
John drove up back to Laura's house. The dinner was execellent, pasta and wine with a beautiful candle-lit surroundings made both very happy. After it was done, Laura asked John to come to her house, but in uniform. He was a bit curious about this, but agreed.
*Ring*, goes the doorbell as he waits for his partner to show.
Laura finished fixing her leather jacket before heading downstairs and opening the door for John. "Hi..." she smiled, stepping aside to let him in, a huge smile on her face.
"Hello, Laura", John said as he came in with a guest...a bouquet of red roses he picked up before coming over. "These are for you as thanks for having such a lovely dinner with me", he told her.
"O-Oh, John you didn't have to do that." Laura took them in her hand, gently sniffing them. She smiled beneath this. "They're beautiful, thanks." she says as she clears a vase to put them in.
"No, it's quite all right by me", John smiled as she put them in. Indeed, the only question on his mind was why were they in uniform, but he thought it wasn't quite right to ask this yet as she put them in the vase.
"So, come on in, make yourself at home." Laura spoke, closing the front door. "Confused?" she asks, giggling. "Sorry, I'm just more comfortable around you when we're in uniform." she half-lied.
"Ah-ha, yes, I see. Well, that makes sense", John said, as he realized the time they spent together was actually almost always in uniform indeed.
He then looked around. "This is some very lovely decour, Laura", he noted as it was a spring-time green color.
"Thanks, I try." Laura giggles. "No, I really do try very hard actually." she admits, admirring the home as she walked John into the living to sit down. "So, thanks again for taking me out, it was really nice. Took my mind off earlier today."
"It was no problem at all, Laura. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and I'm glad it both helped you about this morning and you had a good time, as well", John said, ever the charmer.
"Mhm, I'm glad too." Laura smiled. "Hey, do you want anything to drink?" she asks, standing up.
"Oh, yes please. I'm pretty open to whatever you have on tap", John said. He wasn't really too picky.
Laura went to the kitchen, which was behind the couch in the living room. She smiled, giggling to herself as she waited roughly five minutes before re-entering. She stood behind the couch, leaned over to John's ear and whispered: "Boo..." she giggles, pulling has hands behind his back and handcuffing them.
"La-Laura, what are you doing?!", John exclaimed in suprise. He had always trusted her so much that he completly let his guard down around her, and such as it was, was captured.
"What does it look like?" Laura giggles, snagging John's handcuffs too. She came to the front of the couch and pulled his legs together, cuffing them aswell.
"W-well, yes, I can see what you are doing, but why?", John asked, unaware his flustered state was making him look quite cute to Laura as he struggled against the cuffs.
Laura blushed watching him struggle. She needed a valid excuse and not that she liked seeing him struggle.
"Because it's payback... always let a lady order her food first", which it wasn't obviously the real reason, she knew that. She put her hand down on his thigh. "Don't worry John, it's not that embarassing to be captured by a lady officer... and your partner." she teased, giggling.
"W-w-w-well, I-I-I m-m-mean it's...", John helplessly stammered, so flustered by all the myarid emotions he had right now and he was blushing as red as an apple right now as Laura came closer. It was true if anyone had to bind himd, he'd prefer Laura, but he felt like he could express his true feelings about her better then this!
Laura giggled at him. "Well uh, I uh, what?" she mimicked him jokingly. "Nevermind, hold that thought, I'll be right back." she says and rushes out of the room. She returns a little later, one hand behind her back. "So, what were you saying?", she asked.
"Um, n-nevermind", John meekly said. The, he noticed Lauara was hiding something nehind her back, and became a little concerned. "Um, Laura? What is that and what are you going to do to me?", he asked.
"I dunno, just have a little fun I think." Laura smiled as she pulled a blue ball gag out from behind her back. She wouldn't normally have one, which was odd. She pushed the ball into John's mouth and latched it around his head.
"Nmmpgh! Hemmlpgh!", John groaned at this. He didn't quite realize yet his pathetic struggling and shuffling when bound was only encouraging Laura more and more. As she looked down upon him, John must of realized he hardly looked much like a proper officer anymore, all bound and gagged, and with a pleading expression on his young, pleasant face.
Laura smiled as tickles under his arm playfully. "Don't worry John, nobody will find out you were captured by a female officer, I promise you... maybe."
"Hmmmpgh! Mmmmpgh! Jmmpgh!", John giggled like a much younger man as Laura tickled him and causing him to bounce around in his handcuffs in the process.
Laura giggled as he laughed eventually pushing him sideways on the couch and getting on top to hold him still while she continued to tickle him. "Someone's got the tickles bad!"
John tried to slip out of Laura's leather-clad grip, but was unable to, and continued to laugh, helplessly and involuntarily, at her treatment. There was nothing he could do to escape. "I wonder if other guys' dates end like this...", he thought to himself.
Eventually Laura stopped. She was practically laying on him, their legs were touching and Laura had her arms folded to rest on her chin. She smiled at him. "Just so you know which of us is the dominant figure in the partnership." she joked.
John rolled his eyes at this. It was easy to do so via an ambush, but yet...this really wasn't the worst feeling he ever had. In fact, once the suprise and fear passed...it was kinda nice, come to think of it.
Laura giggled sweetly, their faces very close together. She poked the ballgag with her index finger. "That ball is for all the times you annoyed me singing to your radio on slow days." she mocked, she could feel her thighs down on his bottom, the curved, tight panted-encased bottom.
"Hemmpgh!", John protested at that. He thought he was a good singer! Though, he felt Laura's thighs poking his rear end a bit. He kind-of hoped she didn't look at him bending over in the past, or this was going to be a long night.
Of course Laura caught every glance she could any time John bent over in the past, it'd be rude of her not to look at his cute little butt, right? "So, how does it feel to be my prisoner?" she asks, grinning.
As he was ball-gagged, he really couldn't answer that very clearly, but he tried to tell her it really wasn't the worst thing ever after the shock wore off.
"Oh, it's not? Well then that's not much fun." Laura sighs, standing up. "Maybe if I do... this!" she giggled as she gave his nice thighs a squeeze with her hands.
"HMMPGH!", John groaned at the suprise groping. He figured his thighs and buttocks were going to be in for a long haul as the tight jodhpurs he wore made them look really good.
Laura couldn't get her leather gloved hands off of them. She moved her hands from his thighs to the sides of his legs and continued to squeeze. She tried to pass it off as casual when she gave his buttocks a good squeeze too.
John was trying as hard as he could not to get turned on by this, but his groans of pleasure and the stiumlation from the massasging and wearing nearly skin-tight pants was making that rather difficult. Being dominated by such a beautiful woman like Laura didn't make things easier, too.
In her next move, Laura gave him a hug, restraining him further with her arms. She slowly moved her hands down to his buttocks and massaged it. "Um, sorry, you've a bit of fluff on your bottom." she lied, she just wanted to touch it, it was so big and round, yet firm.
John wasn't sure just how much more redder in the face he could have gotten then more then right now as Laura brought him close and caressed his well-toned, tight bottom. It was taking all he could not to submit to the pleasure, and it was a losing battle.
Laura, feeling guilty, finally moved off. She unstrapped the ball from inside his mouth. "Sorry, I think you've had enough." she giggled, just in time too because poor John couldn't handle anymore. "I'll free you."
"T-Thank you", John replied, getting his breath back. Any more of that and she was sure Laura would have pulled that cheesy "Is that a gun or", line. Still, it wasn't actually too bad, he just wished she would have been more forthcoming about her desires.
Laura unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them aside. "Sorry, I just thought'd it'd be a bit of fun." she says to him. "Listen... it's getting late, maybe we should call it a night?"
"I don't know. I mean, maybe I wanted a turn...", John said, as he rubbed his wrists to get feeling back into them.
"Well, maybe you'll get your turn another time, Johnny." Laura grinned.
"Another date maybe?"
"Oh, I suppose so", John said. As much as he wanted to, he knew when the right time was, and plus he had to be a gentleman towards her as it was her house, after all.
Laura and John said their goodbyes and ended what she felt was a successful, perhaps confusing date. She hoped she got the right signals across to him.
As John got on his motorcycle and drove home, he wondered about Laura. Was she just playfully hazing him or did she...did she really like him? "Well, let's see", John thought as he rode off.
END OF CHAPTER TWO.