Arrest Me, Officers

The stars are beginning to shine when I step out of my apartment. The loud music becomes muffled when I close the door behind me. I lean over my patio and take a deep breath, inhaling the crisp spring air. It’s my thirtieth birthday—the big one—and despite me wanting tonight’s party to be unforgettable, I need a break from all the noise and drinking. 

I head back inside a few minutes later, ready to continue my much-anticipated celebration. My spacious two-bedroom apartment is filled with the intoxicating aroma of citrus candles, freshly baked hors d'oeuvres, and the unmistakable buzz of excitement. I had meticulously planned every detail: the music playing in the background, the lighting dimmed just enough to create an intimate atmosphere, and the alcohol selection. I was ready to start this new decade of my life with a bang.

My friends arrived a few hours earlier, bringing with them laughter, energy, and, as expected, several bottles of wine. Mia, my best friend, brought a bottle of Moët—just for “special occasions,” which usually meant every single one—and I was more than happy to oblige.

“Are you ready to pop the top?” Mia asks, handing me the bottle. 

“Isn’t that something you do when you turn twenty-one?” I reply jokingly, remembering the time Mia and I went to Vegas for her twenty-first birthday and did just that. 

Mia rolls her eyes. “You’re never too old to have a good time,” she replies.

“Fine, but I am going to have fun and be responsible. I am a bonafide adult now, after all,” I say with a laugh. I put the bottle of Moët on ice and pick up a more affordable bottle of champagne. No need to waste the good stuff.

Mia grabs my arm and leads me to the center of my living room. She lowers the music and hits the side of her champagne flute with a butter knife. “Alright, everyone! Listen up!” she begins. “Evelyn has a few words she wants to say.”

Great. Mia put me on the spot and now I have to pop champagne and give an impromptu speech. It’s my birthday and these are my friends but I can’t help but get a little nervous. I clear my throat. “I wanted to thank everyone for coming to my party tonight. Each and every one of you is so special to me and I am very grateful to start this new chapter in my life with such incredible people by my side.”

Mia then brings out a cake with three large sparkler candles, their flames so intense they could be considered a fire hazard. She and the rest of my friends begin singing happy birthday, and when I blow out the candles, they all cheer.

“Now let’s have some fun!” I shake the bottle of champagne and letting the effervescent gold liquid shoot straight out. Everyone giggles as I spray them until the bottle runs out.

“Glad you saved the Moët, Ev,” Mia says once we are alone in my kitchen a few minutes later, handing me a glass. “Thirty is going to be amazing. Just wait. You’ll feel different. You’ll own it.”

I take the glass from her hand and laugh. “You’re only saying that because you’re still twenty-nine.” I take a sip from the glass. “I feel different already,” I tease, looking around at the room full of people. “I feel like this is going to be a night to remember.”

And it was. The room buzzed with conversation as the hours passed. The music transitioned to something with a little more beat, and my friends slowly peeled away layers of inhibitions with each glass of champagne.

Mia and I are chatting away with a college friend, when the doorbell rings. All my friends have been at my apartment for hours and I’m not expecting any more guests. “Did you invite anyone else?" I ask Mia.

Mia shakes her head, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. “It’s probably someone who got lost or maybe someone’s very late plus one. Go check it out.”

I stop in front of the hallway mirror for a moment, smoothing down my dark red silk dress, which hugs my curves in all the right ways. I was going for a daring, yet classy look—elegant, but with a hint of seduction. Then I walk over to the door and open it.

Standing at my front door are two men, both tall and undeniably handsome. One has dark hair and sharp features, the other with shorter, lighter hair and a smile that is just a little too confident. They are wearing dark blue uniforms that cling to their broad shoulders, and they are holding something—a notebook? A badge? My heart skips a beat.

“We’re sorry to interrupt, ma’am—” the lighter-haired officer says, his voice deep and smooth, but with a note of authority. 

But I’m too excited to let him finish his sentence. “Mia!” I shout, unable to hide the giddiness from my voice. “I can’t believe you got me STRIPPERS!” 

Getting strippers is definitely something Mia would do. She once was in charge of arranging a mutual friend’s graduation party, and the evening was not complete until two strippers jumped out of a life-sized cake.

“What? No, I didn’t,” Mia replies loudly from the hallway, her brow raised.

I feel my face getting hot as I turn back to look at the two devilishly handsome men at my front door. 

“As I was saying,” the light haired officer continues, his lips curling into an almost undetectable smile. “I’m Detective Callahan, and this is Officer Rodriguez. We received a noise complaint regarding this apartment.”

Uh oh. Noise complaint? I wanted my birthday party to be memorable, not reminiscent of my younger years. I was a bonafide adult now, and bonafide adults don’t have the cops called on them. “A noise complaint?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I try to process the situation.

“Yes, you heard right,” Callahan says, eyeing me up and down. His gaze lingers a little too long on my chest, and I can’t help but notice the way his eyes darken as they travel down the deep V of my dress to my hips. “We just need to check in, make sure everything is... under control.”

The room is suddenly too hot. I feel a strange mixture of annoyance and curiosity. I'd normally be flustered by a situation like this, but something about these men, who are standing so close to me, exudes confidence, and not just the kind that comes with their badges.

“I’m so sorry,” I say with a half-smile, trying to hide my embarrassment at believing they were strippers, “I didn’t realize we were disturbing anyone. But it’s my birthday, and we’re just having a little fun. I can turn it down if you like.”

Callahan's gaze softens ever so slightly, but his posture remains stiff. “Just a quick check, ma’am,” he says. “We’ll be brief.”

I step back to let them in. They walk past me into the apartment, the scent of their cologne and aftershave lingering in the air. I close the door behind them, but before I ask them to make themselves comfortable, Officer Rodriguez speaks up.

“We don’t mean to ruin your fun, but we do have to ensure everything’s in order,” he says, his voice smooth and deep. He turns his head and smiles—just the slightest tilt of his lips. “We’ll try not to interrupt too much.”

I smile back, unsure of how I’m supposed to react. 

“Well,” I say, running a hand through my hair, “as long as you're here, I’d love for you to see the rest of the party. Everyone’s in the living room.”

Did I just invite these two very sexy cops to my birthday party?

Rodriguez raises an eyebrow. “Sure,” he says, his voice laced with something that borders on playfulness. “Lead the way.”

The atmosphere in the apartment is thick with tension as I lead the two officers into the living room. My friends’ conversations quickly die down as they take in the presence of Officers Callahan and Rodriguez. They exchange surprised glances, their voices barely audible. I can feel the heat from their stares, but it’s the two officers who have my attention.

Callahan’s eyes sweep the room once more, scanning each guest. He takes a step forward, his posture confident, his gaze falling on my body once again. My pulse quickens—I’m sure he’s checking more than just the room for safety. 

Mia rushes over, putting her hand on my shoulder. “What is going on?” she asks, her voice almost a whisper. “Are they strippers or not?”

“No. They’re the real deal,” I reply. 

“Well,” she sighs. “At least now I know I need to keep my clothes on,” Mia teases. 

A giggle escapes my lips. They might not be strippers but they definitely make me want to undress. 

“We’ll just take a moment,” Callahan says, turning back toward me. “No need to worry. Just a quick check of the noise levels.”

Rodriguez lingers near the door, his eyes never leaving me. His gaze is slow, deliberate—I can tell he’s enjoying the view. I shuffle my feet, trying to ignore the heat pooling between my thighs.

“I’ll turn down the music a little,” I say, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation.

As I move toward the stereo, Rodriguez takes a step toward me, his hand brushing against my arm as he leans in, his voice low. “No need to worry. We just want to make sure you're having a good time.”

The words linger in the air and I feel the undeniable spark between us, an undeniable pull I never expected to feel. 

My breath hitches, and I can’t help but glance up at him. Rodriguez’s eyes are dark with intent, his lips curling into a confident grin. It’s the look of a man who is used to getting what he wants.

Before I can say anything else, Callahan’s voice cuts through the moment.

“Everything looks fine here,” he says, oblivious to the moment unfolding in front of him. “We’ll leave you to your party.”

My heart skips a beat when I turn to look at him. “So... that’s it?”

Callahan nods, his gaze lingering on her lips. “For now,” he says, his voice dropping an octave, the air around them thick with unspoken words.

Rodriguez lingers a moment longer, his eyes meeting mine. “Just remember,” he begins, his voice deep and warm, “we don’t mind rushing back if things get out of hand.”

“What if you stay?” I blurt out without thinking. “I plan on being pretty bad tonight, anyway.”

Officers Callahan and Rodriguez turn to look at each other. 

Rodriguez clears his throat, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I guess it is our duty to ensure citizens such as yourself obey the law.”

Callahan nods in agreement. “I don’t mind working extra hard to make sure you don’t cause too much trouble on your birthday.”

Now it’s my turn to smile—I can’t believe this is really happening. “Let me show you where I suspect I can be the most trouble,” I say, leading them to my bedroom. 

The two officers follow closely behind me, and I can feel the weight of their gaze on my back. I hope they like what they see. 

Once inside my room, Callahan locks the door behind him. “I think it’s time we teach naughty girls like you a lesson,” he says with a smirk. 

“I think we’re going to have to make an arrest,” Rodriguez adds, grinning wide. 

I sit on my bed and lean forward to give them a good view of my plunging neckline. “Arrest me, officers,” I say, my hands outstretched. 

“Not before a proper pat down,” Callahan replies. 

“We have to make sure we’re thorough,” Rodriguez adds, “you never know what she could be hiding under her dress.”

My lips curl up into an immediate smile—that’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. “I’ve got nothing to hide,” I say as both officers approach me. 

Officer Rodriguez sits next to me on the bed and starts caressing my arm. He slowly moves on to my back, tracing my spine with his index finger. Officer Callahan kneels in front of me. He takes off one of my shoes, then the other. He rubs my feet, moving his way up to my ankles and calves. 

Soon I feel both pairs of lips on my body—Rodriguez is kissing my neck and shoulder while Callahan is kissing the inside of my thighs. The sensation of their hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine and a wetness starts to pool between my legs. I can’t believe this is really happening.

Rodriguez puts one of his manly, rugged hands on my breasts, rubbing them over my dress. Callahan slips his hands under the skirt of my dress and makes himself busy by tugging at the strings of my thong. My breath hitches when he finally pulls it down.

“I don’t think she’s hiding anything,” Callahan says, a wide grin spread across his face.

“Only one way to find out,” Rodriguez teases. Then he unzips the back of my dress and Callahan pulls it down—leaving me wearing nothing except for my bra. “We better remove that too,” Rodriguez continues, “just to be thorough.” He unhooks it and tosses it to some obscure corner of my room.

Officers Callahan and Rodriguez take a step back, feasting their eyes on the nakedness of my body. They take their time, each lingering on my breasts and curves. It’s flattering, but I still feel my face get hot.

“I think the suspect is dangerous,” Rodriguez says a moment later. “I think we should handcuff her.”

Callahan grins devilishly. “I agree. We can’t risk her running away.”

I lay in the middle of the bed and make myself comfortable as they step around the side of my bed and handcuff each of my hands to the headboard. Suddenly I realize I am naked and at the mercy of two handsome cops, and it excites me. It makes me feel sexy and desirable. They are in my room, making me feel good, and it’s empowering. 

Once the two very attractive cops have secured me to the bed, they begin undressing. Now it’s my turn to feast my eyes as they remove their uniforms. My eyes linger on the muscle underneath Callahan’s light colored chest fuzz. Then my eyes roam to Rodriguez’s smooth, muscular abdomen, his tan skin glistening under the dim lighting of my room. The rock-hard muscular build of both men has me borderline drooling—I am dying to touch them, to run my hands across their stomachs and down their happy trails. But I can’t, making it far more exciting. 

The officers strip down to their underwear, but they might as well be fully naked. Their bulging erections are stretching the fabric of their briefs taught, and I curse myself for letting them handcuff me—I want to take their cocks in my hands and stroke them until they explode.

Callahan then puts his lips on mine, parting them open and thrusting his tongue inside. He explores the inside of my mouth while his hands work on my breasts. His fingers expertly twist and tug at my nipples until they are perky and tingly. 

Officer Callahan is still kissing me while Rodriguez puts the palm of his hand over my labia and starts moving it in circles. He starts slowly, with light pressure, and eventually works harder and faster. The wetness between my legs grows, spilling out and helping his hand slip around with ease. Rodriguez then spreads my labia wide open with one hand and squeezes my clit with the other.

A loud moan escapes my lips. My entire body is radiating with pleasure and yet it is not enough—I want to touch them. I want them inside me. 

Callahan straddles my waist, rubbing his beautiful, hard cock between my breasts. He inches forward until the tip of his cock reaches my mouth, teasing me. He traces my lips with it until he finally puts the tip in. 

I lick and suck the tip of his penis like my life depends on it. My excitement grows when he arches backward, a moan escaping his lips. “Fuck,” he whispers, “that feels so good.”

Rodriguez starts licking my clit, moving his tongue up and down in long strokes. It feels so good I cry out, and he responds by slipping two fingers inside me. He moves his fingers in and out while still licking me up and down. The sensation is so intense my legs shake and threaten to collapse on themselves, but he immediately stops them by putting his hands on each of my thighs and opening them wider.

Rodriguez is still eating me out while Callahan undoes my handcuffs, finally releasing me. I push Rodriguez's face into me, letting his tongue explore deeper and deeper. When he finally comes up for air, he grabs my ankles and turns me over.

I get on my hands and knees, ready to take them both at the same time. 

Officer Callahan kneels in front of me, kissing my lips and kneading my breasts together. Officer Rodriguez kneels behind me. He massages my shoulders and runs his hands down my back.

My body is ready, I want them inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Then, just as I am growing delirious with desire, Callahan puts his penis inside my mouth. Rodriguez traces the opening of my pussy with the tip of his thick, hard cock before thrusting it deep inside me. 

Rodriguez buries himself to the hilt inside me, thrusting deeper and deeper each time. I feel my body climb higher and higher until I start to lose control, but I force myself to stay focused so I can continue to play with Callahan’s penis in my mouth.

Callahan kneads his fingers into my hair, pulling it lightly. He puts his other hand on the base of my neck, steadying me as I take his entire dick in my mouth. Meanwhile, Rodriguez grabs my waist with one hand, pushing my hips harder and harder against his own. His other hand reaches around me, pressing on my clit as he thrusts in and out of me.

The combination of both of them inside me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before—I feel wild and sexy.

My body is being thoroughly worshipped. Every inch of me feels pure, undulated pleasure.

The feeling becomes so intense my toes start to curl and my back arches. My legs start to shake again and my stomach tightens until I can no longer hold back and I explode. 

Callahan takes his penis into his hand, stroking it feverishly until he cums all over my sheets. Rodriguez keeps thrusting into me, each thrust faster and more desperate than before until he shakes and lets his body collapse onto me. 

The three of us lay on my bed for a few minutes as the waves of our orgasms cascade through our bodies. I look from Officer Rodriguez to Officer Callahan, still incredulous that I just had sex with both of them despite being completely naked between the two of them.

A few minutes later, as I walk them out of my apartment, I feel as if the world has shifted. It isn’t just the sudden quiet or the lingering sexual tension—it's something else. I can still feel Rodriguez’s eyes on me and the sound of Callahan’s moans still echo in my mind. My pussy is still throbbing from having Rodriguez’s cock inside it, and I can still taste Callahan’s precum in my mouth, but none of my friends would ever know.

I couldn’t explain it, but something about the officers had ignited something inside me—something that had been buried beneath the surface of my carefully planned night. After what happened tonight, I felt like a new woman. 

Mia was right after all, being thirty was going to be amazing.