Only he wouldn't take her home he would stick her in some kind of home. At best, he'd put her in a strict school, where she'd be as ionprisoned as if a- she were in a mental hospitd.
All Lyn knew she couldn't let her Pam show. She co had to wok cdmly tong the street and hope that the policeman, or any other who might corns by, would think she knew where she was going, that she was somebody who had gotten off a bus and was waking home. Or that she was old enough to be on her own. What age did she have to be in this state to be running around on her own? Lyn had no way of guessing. In some states it was sixteen.
Lut she wasn't even sixteen.
The police didn't know that, however. She might be able to mdke them think she was eighteen, nineteen, even. All she had to do was act indignant, threaten to sue them. Her father had done that once when a policeman had stopped him for something, and it had worked. If she had to, she'd 'Come here, kid!'
Lyn looked up to see the policeman sitting next to her.
'Yes, sir,' she answered, wdkmg as coolly as she couiid to the side of the car.
'You wants go downtown?' the cop snarled.
'Not I'm going the other way,' Lyn replied.
'Don't get smart with me,' the cop told her. He reached over and opened the door. 'Get in,' he directed.
She did as he told her and he started the car, driving east, the way she'd been going. 'So,' he said, 'you don't want to go downtown? Must be a reason for it. Now, what could that be? Huh?
'Maybe there's something you wouldn't want me to find out about you? Huh? That it? You got some little secret, kid, you don't want me fnding id out about?'
Lyn said nothing.
'Yeah, Ill bet that's it,' the policeman said.
'I'll bet you're a runaway.' Again, Lyn said nothing The policeman drove for a few more blocks, then turnedinto a parking lot beside a darkened building and stopped. 'You have any idea how much paperwork is involved with you runaways?' he asked.
Lyn shook her head.
'More than it's worth,' he answered. '-So, if I trike you downtown, I'm gonna have to make it worthwhile.' He looked at her. 'You see that building over there?' When Lyn nodded, the man continued. 'If I take you downtown, it's Gonna be for attempted burglary of that building. You want that?'
'No,' Lyn admitted. 'But you can't do that.
You can't just say that 1 tried to break into that place.'
'Why not?' the policeman retorted. 'They'll believe me. They might not try you on that charge, but they'll hold you on it while they check to see if anybody anywhere else wants you.' He reached under the seat and pulled out a crowbar and a pair of rough gloves. 'They might even t~y you on that charge, with this evidence that you were trying to breds in.'
Lyn gulped. He was threatening to fraune her for burglary. 'I… I haven't done anything wrong,' she protested. 'Why are you picking on me?'
'Maybe it's because you've got something I i7 avant,' the policeman answered.
'I… I don't have much money,' Lyn stammered.
'Who said anything about money?' the policeman asked, leering at her.
Oh, no, Lyn thought. All of a sudden it was clear to her. He wanted to fuck her, she redized.
She had to let him screw her or her dad would lint out where she was, and everything would be ruined.
'What do you want?' she asked.
'A blow-job,' the policeman replied.
The color drained from Lyn's face. That was even worse than she imagined. 'I could report you, you know,' she told him.
He grinned at her. 'Unh-uh, honey. If you were straight, you'd have started screaming as soon as I got you in the car. You're not going anywhere near a cop unless you have to.' He reached down and opened his trousers, then pulled his fat cock out.
'There's some reason you don't want to go downtown, honey, or you would've been screaming about your rights treaty. Now, you can either give me what 1 want, or I can take you downtown and find out what your stoq is.
'So mdke your mind up and fast. Either you suck me off, or I run you in and we check you out.
Lyn gulped. This was even worse than what the truck drivers had wanted. At least, with Roger and Ed, she had gotten a little pleasure out of the acts she'd had to perform; there would be none in this.
But she had to suck him off She couldn't stand it if she were returned to her father.
Then another thought struck her. If she were arrested, they'd examine her. They'd be able to tell that she'd had sex earlier. If they told her tither that, it would only confirm what ioyce had told him: He'd be sure that she was a prostitute.
'Ail right,' she whimpered. 'I n do what you wTmt. I… I just want to get to my uncle's, that s ate. But Ili do whit you want.'
'Honey, you do what I want and you can do anything ele you feel like. lust as long as it s not in my town. And I~n be dropping you at the city iine to mdke sure you don't do anything else in my town.' He Bdnned at her as he swung one leg up onto the seat and slouched in the comer of the seat. 'Now, Ft started.'
She started to obey, started to lean over him.
'No, donvn on your knees on the floorboard,' he ordered. it was only after she had obeyed him that Lyn redized she didn't know what to do. 'I… I Ye never dent this before,' she murmured.
He laughed. 'Sure, honey, you're a virgin, right?' Suddenly he was squeezing her chin in his hand. 'Look, you little siut,' he snarled, 'you get your head down there and you iick my cock good and then you put it in your mouth find you suck me off. And you better do it right, or 1'11 run you in afterward. You undefitand me?
'Yes,' Lyn whimpered as she leaned forward and grasped the root of his cock io her hand. She stuck her tongue out and ran it aion; the underside of his cock, sweeping the tip of her tongue from ' her hand up to the top of his cock.
The odor of his crotch was almost overpoweringly musky, but Lyn fought down her reaction to the smell as she worked her tongue up and down the i policeman's cock. Luckily, it wasn't the biggest oock she had ever encountered. Although it was fat, the cock was short. Willie had had three inches more in length and his cock had been almost as thick. If she'd been able to take Willie's cockj and she'd done so easily, Lyn knew she'd have no trouble taking the poiiceman's.
Her tongue slithered around the cock, curling to lick at the upper side and along the edges, when it wasn't sweeping up and down the underside.
'Yeah, honey, you're doing fine,' the policeman moaned as Lyn swept her tongue steadily up and down the length of his cock. Then she concentrated her lewd action on the prdck-head.
She circled the knob slowly, flicking her tongue agiunst the siit at the end of the cock, or pressing it to the cleft in his coronat ridge.
'Hhhhhhhaaaa!' the ipoiiceman moaned as he reached down and tangled his fnFrs in her hair, holding her mouth against the end of his dick.
Lyn rubbed her lips across the bulbous tip of the poiiceman's cock, then let her teeth part, although her lips remained together. Slowly; salaciously, she forced her mouth over the mushroom-shaped head of the cock, then caught the shaft iightiy with her teeth, to prevent him from pushing more of his rod into her mouth at the moment.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked it the spongy knob. At the same time, she worked one hand into his trousefi and started massaging his hairy balls.
'Daaaaammmmnnnnin the coafie-faced, beefy policeman mounted as Lyn used her fingefi and mouth agiunst his throbbing tool. 'For somebody that doesn't know what they're doing, you're sucking cock like a pro.'
His words didn't please her. She wasn't sure whether he meant them or not, but even if he did, she didn't like being referred to as a where.
'AAAAaaaahhhh!' he moaned as Lyn moved her jaw experimentally, making his cock-head dance about in her mouths Lyn had already resolved to do the best possible job she could, for she was afraid that if she didn't, he would follow through on his- threat to arrest her afterward. That would be more than she could stand-to suck him
