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...