“What going on here?” a feminine voice asked as she towered over him, casting Scottie in her shadow.
Scottie lowered his hands to see a beautiful woman in a police uniform that appeared to be almost painted onto her buxom curves. She had dark skin and full lips, but a stern expression. Her eyes were hidden behind her aviator glasses and hair beneath her helmet.
Scottie tried to say something but kept tripping over his tongue.
“On your feet, now!” she barked having no room for patience.
Scottie scrambled to his feet. Though he was physically taller than the Officer, her poise and stature seemed to cause him to appear feeble and weak.
“We have been receiving reports of a Peeping Tom around here,” she said looking him up and down. “Adult Male, late teens, maybe early twenties. About 6 feet…” she started to circle him as she spoke. “You know anyone who fits?”
Scottie tried to turn his head to address her.
“That seems-“
“Eyes in front!” She ordered. Scottie quickly turned to look straight ahead.
“Now, answer the question,” she repeated.
Scottie gulped. “… that could apply to a lot of people…”
“That wasn’t my question.” She stood closer behind him. Scottie couldn’t help but feel smaller.
“I asked…” Scottie could feel her stretch up behind him, pressing her chest into his back. “… if you know anyone who might fit?” her warm breath was on his ear.
Scottie gulped. “… Fit?”
He felt her hands on his waist holding him firmly in place, then she thrust her own groin against his backside.
“Could that be you?” she breathed. “Do you think you could… fit?” She nipped at his nape, her lips brushing against the tiny hairs on his neck.
“Or…” she growled, running her hands down his sides, “… do I need to see if you’re packing?”
“Oh god, yes please,” Scottie thought out loud.
“Wait! Candice!” a voice called out.
Scottie, still fearful of turning his head, looked as far to his side as his vision would allow. Just barely, he could make out Hannah running down the sidewalk in his direction.
“Wait!” his sister called again “That’s my brother!”
The officer stepped back. “Don’t move,” she told her perp. Scottie just nodded vigorously.
She walked up to her bike and took off her helmet as Hannah caught up, taking a moment to catch her breath.
“Hannah,” she said through her teeth. “… I’m in uniform.”
“Oh shit,” Hannah panted. “Sorry, Officer Goodbody.”
Candice waved it off. “It’s a little late for that,” she said. “What’s going on?”
“Him,” Hannah said pointing to her brother. “That’s not your guy. That’s my brother, Scottie.”
Scottie piped up. “It’s really okay, Hannah-“
“Shut it!” both women said in unison.
Hannah rolled her eyes at her brother. “He’s not what you’re looking for.”
Candice took off her sunglasses and looked back to Scottie. They locked eyes, Scottie wanted nothing more than to be handcuffed and searched by her, and she knew it.
“You sure?” Candice said, biting her lip. “He just might be-“
“Totally sure,” Hannah cut her off. “But, you might like to know, I did hear of some hooligans loitering at the Five & Dime. I’m sure they could use someone to straighten them out.”