The abused policewoman

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Carol Davis stepped out of her car and paused to straighten her mini-skirt over her long, shapely thighs. As she bent forward she caught sight of herself in the car window. For an instant she looked at the clean line of her high cheek bones and her pert, straight nose. She didn't have such a bad face, she admitted to herself, especially when it was framed by her shoulder-length dark hair.

The beautiful young woman was so engrossed in her self appraisal that she didn't hear the man behind her. The sudden touch of a hand patting and squeezing her firm buttocks shocked her into immobility. Carol felt her blood growing warm and a strange, sick sort of arousal began in her as a confident male voice rumbled in her ear.

"Hey, chick, don't waste your time getting pretty for the cops. Those pigs in there don't appreciate somebody like you. Why don't you and I go someplace and have a drink?"

Carol's heart was fluttering under a full, firm breast, she hated herself for the nervous panic that always hit her at times like this! The brunette's hand shook as it dipped into her handbag and came back with her wallet, she quickly flipped it open to the shiny new badge pinned there.

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