Fifty Grams, A Short Story

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Fifty Grams, A Short Story

Eugler Eugler
Little story...

It was one of those great days you wake up with that pleasant smile on your face. Sun is shining, weather is sweet. So I went out of the bed and had a short look at my alarm clock: 1 pm, great time to get up and meet some friends at the park.
After a shower I went downstairs and went on. On my way I thought about the tasks I had to do to get a great afternoon and evening. I had to go to my grocery store to get some food, beer, durrys and long papers. After that I will go to the park and buy some weed. Or first some weed?
I don’t know how long I was thinking about this but suddenly I heard a female voice saying roughly ‘Excuse me, Sir. Identity check.’ This woman jolted me out of my daydreams and I looked into her direction. I was already near the main station and there always were many cops.
She was a tall dark-haired woman, about my size and looked severely into my direction. Maybe I had considered her as beautiful if she were no cop.
She was walking straight into my direction.
Identity checks are not unusual where I live, especially at public places and if you look like I do. I guess every long-haired stonerish-looking guy is considered as a public enemy where I live. I’m happy that I didn’t go to the park first so don’t have any weed with me and I can taunt her a little bit while she is doing the ID check.
‘Any contacts with the police?’ she bluffed at me. ‘Of course’ I said. ‘Every time I come here I have an ID check’. She didn’t seem to notice my bite. ‘Passport please!’ I handed her my passport and she had a thorough look at it while she was using her radio device. I really was bored by these permanent ID checks and hoped that it would pass soon and I could continue my way to the shop and to the park. But things don’t always go that easy.
‘Please empty your trouser pockets!’
Ok. Long term check. She wanted to find out if I committed the felony of possessing weed or stuff. I emptied my pockets and on a public bench and she had a thorough look at my keys, my purse and my box of cigarettes. ‘Why are there fishplates missing?’ she asked. ‘Sorry?’ I replied. ‘The fishplates at your cigarette box are missing. That’s quite suspicious.’
She knew exactly what people do with the fishplates of a cigarette box as well as I did. You roll them and use them as filters for a blunt. It was obvious.
‘Please follow me into the investigation room!’ ‘Sorry, where?’ I replied. I’ve never heard about a room like that. ‘We will continue that check inside the station. Unless you want to remain here…’ Checks like that have always been embarrassing and I preferred not to remain here any longer. ‘I really doubt that you are allowed to perform a check like that just because of pure suspicion.’
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Eugler Eugler
She came very close to me and looked straight into my eyes. I withstood the look of her eyes and pushed my lower jaw a little bit forward to look more dominant and aggressive.
She seemed not to be very much impressed. Strictly speaking she was not impressed at all. ‘If I were you, I would be less mouthy!’ was all she said. ‘There’s only one call with my radio device and there will be 4 policemen who may carry you to the investigation room. If necessary in cuffs, sweetheart.’ I looked into her eyes and I knew that I really had the weaker position and that it really might be a good idea to follow her.
We went into the station in the direction of the locker boxes passing many passengers, all the shops at the station until we reached a door in a quite dark corner of the station. While the officer was opening the door with her key there was a signboard that showed that this room belonged to the custom house.
We entered a bright corridor. On the right there were offices with policemen working at desks; on the right were doors that led to further rooms. I had to walk in front of her into the room in the end of the corridor. Inside there was a desk with a computer, a chair and a daybed.
‘Please take a seat!’ I was asked. I did so and she. ‘You may shorten the whole procedure and hand over your pot’.
I didn’t react. The whole situation became more and more ridiculous. I was sitting there alone with a policewoman in a strange office with no chance to run away. Even if I tried and even if I managed to do escape, she knew my name and my address. I just sat there and stared at the floor. I knew that she had nothing in her hand. I had no pot in my pockets and everything the whole theater was based off were two missing fishplates in a box of cigarettes.
‘Ok’ she said and got up, walking behind her desk into my direction. Maybe she learnt how to walk to make the most impressing appearance at police school. I heard her slow steps walking into my direction and felt her hand under my chin that forced me to look into her face. ‘Get up’ she bluffed at me.
I didn’t react again but pressed her hand away.
‘You know that you don’t have a chance to resist. I have certain means to make you cooperative. Maybe you have heard about taser?’
I swallowed. Finally I got up. ‘You stand here in front of the daybed. Put your hands to the wall, lean forward!’
She started frisking my clothes, starting at my arms. She stood very narrow behind me I could feel her hip touching my butt as she was sweeping down my breast and belly. That definitely was no usual check anymore. I could feel her hands going down across my belly further down to my trousers, pressing my hip against hers. I felt her mouth next to my ear; I could feel her breath over the skin of my neck and heard her lips whispering: ‘Do you like this, sweetheart?’
I didn’t react. I could feel a rocking motion of her hip and felt that she pressed her hips tighter. She asked again: ‘Do you like it?’ I didn’t react again. She took a step back and pushed my upper body to the wall. ‘OK’ she said ‘Further examination.’
‘Don’t move! You should really not try to.’
I knew that I should do what she said. I’ve heard a little about the martial arts education at police school and have an idea who would win a fight.
She went to a cupboard and was searching for something I couldn’t see but after a minute or so she seemed to have found what she was looking for.
Again she stepped behind me, pressed her hips to my butt and started to open my belt. I felt my jeans fall down to the ground and she dropped my underpant. I didn’t dare to look but I guessed what she was doing. She put on two rubber gloves and started examining my balls, and my dick. I knew where this was going to end. She took my hands and put them on the daybed, which bent my back much more. I decided not to say anything. There was a cracking sound that indicated that she opened a tube and a further sound that showed that she applied something slippery on the glove. I felt one of her hands spreading my buttocks and her second one around my butthole. In the next second one of her fingers was in, searching for smuggled pot or something. I guess so. Her finger went in and out like she was searching for something. But it was no pot as everyone should have realized that there is nothing inside after 10 seconds of examination. No, she must be searching for something else.
I knew she found it. It was like a surge of electricity running from my head to my toes. I pressed my breath out, my knees became weak. I don’t know what it was but it seemed to be the thing she was searching for. She continued with her examination. Again, an electric surge ran from my head to my feet taking my breath. My skin started to tingle and my nipples erected. I felt my dick grow slowly. It became bigger and harder. I had no chance to resist. The next surge of electric pleasure hit me so hard I almost fell. I choked and I couldn’t resist my dick to become so hard like I’ve never seen it before. I saw a small pearl of precum appearing at its tip.
That was when she stopped. She drew her finger out of my butt, put off her gloves and threw them into the garbage can. I turned around and could not believe what just happened. I looked at her face, she was smiling triumphantly and looked at my dick. ‘I knew that you would like it, sweetheart. You may dress again’
I pulled my trousers up again and I was allowed to leave but there was this huge boner that made an enormous bulb in my trouser. I left to continue my tour but the whole way I had to keep my hand in my pockets and make fists.

To be continued...
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