Officer Joe Phelps grinned as he stared at Lucien Hall, the man he had picked up earlier that week. Sometimes the job was hard, hard enough to make him regret ever becoming a police officer, but this week had been different. This week had been magical. And it all had to do with Lucien Hall.
"Lucien, I mean Mr. Hall, your honour" Joe blushed as he mentioned the name. He could feel the heat of embarrassment from the top of his balding head to the middle of his sizable cleavage. He would have to get a hold on himself, or the judge might hold him in contempt, "he was, like, just sitting there."
"Sitting in the stolen car?" Lucien asked.
"Oh no! Of course not!" Joe corrected him, "Who said anything about a stolen car? You were sitting at the bar, remember?"
"Just for the record, Officer Phelps, could you tell the court what really happened?"
"I was on duty, as usual, at the Landing Strip, the strip club on my beat. Zach, the owner, asked me to fill in for one of the dancers who had called in sick. Since it was my duty to serve and protect, I climbed on stage and danced. I did one of my usual routines, the one where I handcuff a patron to a chair on stage and, you know, go to town."
Lucien cleared his throat.
"The bar was packed, but you, I mean, Lucien (sorry your honour) looked like he needed a pick-me-up, so I picked him up!" Joe giggled at his cleverness, causing his breasts to jiggle in his lacy pink bra, "He was such a good sport, I made sure that the bar comped his drinks. Then, you know, one thing lead to another, and the next thing I know he has me cuffed in the back of my patrol car!"
The judge leaned forward and looked Officer Phelps in the eye, "So you never saw Mr. Hall driving a stolen car at all?"
Joe giggled again, "Honestly, your honour, Lucien would have never had a chance to steal anything, what with how I kept him busy that night." The memories of the wild night of sex flooded into Joe's mind. He treasured those memories. They were like precious jewels to him. He only hoped that they weren't the only ones he would make with the young Mr. Hall.
"No further questions, your honour," Lucien said, returning to his seat.
