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The lights dimmed, and turned to a soft romantic glow.
 
The women stood around the edges of the dance floor, there was an air of anticipation.
 
The music started, a catchy tune on the backing track. Two female backing singers, wearing red sparkly dresses, hummed into their microphones as Matt walked slowly into the centre. The crowd whistled at the tall, handsome guy. He was wearing a smart black uniform and a peaked cap. A small microphone was taped to the side of his face.
 
The birthday girl, Cindy, was kneeling on a cushion in the middle of the dance floor, feeling very nervous.
 
“Touch me on the… inside…” Matt had started to sing, his soft, smooth voice got everyone’s attention, “A love so tender yeah.”
 
The backing singers repeated the last few words.
 
“Touch me with your fingers…” matching the actions to the words he was singing, Matt ran his hands down the front of his black jacket, then pulled it open to reveal a crisp white shirt, “Touch me on the… inside…” he threw the jacket aside.
 
“And love me, come on and love me”
 
He advanced on Cindy, working his broad shoulders and flexing his whole upper body, then dropped to his knees in front of her, raising his arms and continuing to work his body for her. His cute, bright, brown eyes twinkled at her.
 
“Feel my surrender, you’ve got me begging, begging for some loving from you.”
 
“Some loving from you” echoed the backing singers.
 
As the tune played, he started to unbutton his shirt. Pulling it free from his trousers, he opened the front wide.
 
His upper body was strong, toned, smooth and athletic. He had quite large red circles round his stiff nipples, so inviting, crying out to be rubbed and kissed. As the women whistled, he let the shirt slide off his shoulders and down his arms onto the floor. He was gorgeous.
 
“Touch me on the outside,” he sang, gently taking one of Cindy’s arms and placing her hand on his chest, “Don’t leave me cold, out in the open, keep me warm and safe tonight”
 
Cindy placed her other hand voluntarily on him, gently feeling the warmth of his body, and the firmness of his muscles.  
 
He swayed and twisted in front of her, so instead of her rubbing his chest with her hands, he was rubbing her hands with his chest. The crowd were swaying, enjoying the sensual and sensitive act.
 
He took his cap off and placed it on Cindy’s head, then turned and stood up with his back to her. He looked over his shoulder.  
 
“I’m hungry, hungry for your love.”
 
He walked on the spot, tensing his firm bum wrapped in his black trousers.
 
“Hungry, hungry when you’re near….”
 
He started to unbutton his trousers, then smiled and turned to face Cindy, doing his bum wiggle again.
 
“Touch me,” sang the backing singers, “Touch me on the inside, touch me…”
 
He tugged, and the trousers split open, coming off in a single piece and in one movement. He threw them aside as the crowd whistled and cheered.
 
He wore only a black g-string underneath, his tight, peachy, bare bum exposed. He had fabulous thighs, with just a soft covering of hair. The front of his g-string bulged impressively and he swayed as the women whistled and Cindy stared.
 
“Don’t leave me wanting, and unwanted,” he sang.
 
“Touch me,” sang the backing singers, “Touch me on the inside…”
 
He knelt in front of Cindy again, this time she needed no encouragement to put her hands on his chest and gently feel him as he swayed and sang.
 
“Lying in your arms girl, waiting for your love..”
 
He held both of her hands gently as he stood up, pressing them against his body so they slid down his chest, down his firm stomach and onto his thighs. She felt his gorgeous legs and blushed.
 
The crowd was joining in, with whistles and swaying.
 
He let go of her hands, and took the cap off her head, holding it in front of his g-string.  
 
“Touch me on the inside, touch me with your fingers, touch me tenderly”
 
“Is this surrender?” sang the backing singers.  
 
“And I surrender,” sang Matt, swaying and flexing, “To your mercy, and control…”
 
He tugged at his g-string and it fell apart, leaving him wearing just his boots and holding the cap in front of his pelvis.
 
The crowd cheered as he stood there, virtually naked. Every inch of his body was strong, firm, toned, masculine, sexy…
 
And he lifted his cap to place it on his head…
 
Cindy’s eyes went straight to his penis.  
 
“Mercy - and control” echoed the backing singers.
 
Matt’s penis was hanging down, but clearly enlarged. It stood slightly away from his balls. He had a small patch of soft brown hair around the base of his penis.
 
The crowd clapped and whistled and cheered.  
 
Matt let one arm hang by his side, and he saluted Cindy with the other.  
 
“Oh I’m hungry for you girl”
 
He sank to his knees, and leaned back on his haunches, legs apart, both hands resting on his buttocks, penis proudly displayed for everyone.  
 
“Touch me on the inside, touch me on the outside, touch me with your fingers, just touch me all you can”
 
“Touch me,” echoed the singers, “Inside… outside… all you can.”
 
“Just touch me!” sang Matt, flexing his body, rocking his pelvis, making his penis sway gently.
 
He flung his arms up in the air.
 
“Touch me!”
 
And the music finished with a flourish.
 
Cindy applauded, the crowd whistled, cheered, shouted compliments.
 
The music started again, this time just the backing track with no singing. Matt ripped off the microphone and tossed it aside.
 
He stood up, remaining full-frontal, and bowed to Cindy, then turned to the crowd and bowed to them.  
 
“Thank you ladies!”
 
“More! More!” the crowd chanted.
 
He dropped to all fours and still wearing his cap and boots, he started doing push ups, his long penis dangling. The women clearly loved it. Looking directly at Cindy, who blushed deeply, he changed from push ups to gently simulating sex. Pushing his pelvis forward, he gave the women an insight into his technique. They were clapping, encouraging him, blowing kisses.
 
He edged closer to Cindy, and stopped in mid thrust. He gave her a naughty smile, and neatly flipped over onto his back. The crowd cheered as he started moving his pelvis up in the air, slowly and gently.
 
Cindy was sweating, imagining him in bed. He was incredibly agile, flexible and above all gentle. It was wonderful to watch his strong powerful body making such carefully controlled and delicate movements.
 
She fantasised about being on the receiving end of such a careful, considerate lover.
 
He stood up and took Cindy’s arm, helping her to stand. He bowed to the audience, then turned to Cindy and bowed to her. Then turned back to face the crowd, dropped to his knees, legs apart and penis on display, and placed Cindy’s hands on his shoulders. He took his cap off and threw it aside.
 
The crowd went wild.

She continued, “”The men quickly undressed and looked up at Big LaVerne.  They were each covering their genitals with their hands except for Bandit and LeRoy who had their hands relaxed by their sides.  
 
“Now then, ” she said loudly, “Turn around and put your clothing in a pile against the wall.  Take wallets and any personal items out of the pockets.  Take off your watches and put them on the pile.  Take off your rings and put them on the pile.”
 
She watched them from behind as each man repeatedly  took his personal items, bent over, and put them on his clothing pile.  
 
“Now turn around and face me,” she shouted.  Each man turned around still clutching his  genitals.  ”I want you to walk over to the office door and tell the secretary your name.  She will write it down on a property slip.  You will list your property on it, sign it, then take it over to your pile of clothing.”  She looked over at Mike, “Starting with you young man.”
 
Mike walked slowly toward the half door as Big LaVerne called to the secretary to come to the door with property slips.  As soon as he approached he saw Professor English standing there in shock with her hands over her mouth.  She had arrived at the door a few seconds earlier just in time to see Mike walking toward her.  He continued to cover his genital area with his hands.  At least she wouldn’t see anything he figured because he had big hands covering small parts.
 
“Oh Mike,”she said, “I had no idea what you were going through.  I made some phone calls and came as fast as I could.”
 
“Please get me out of here right now” Mike pleaded, “You’re just in time.”  
 
Secretary Laura stepped into the doorway next to the professor.  ”Let me see if the Sgt will release him into your custody Maam.”…”Sgt. Johnson,”she called out.
 
Big LaVerne was herding the rest of the men into line when she heard Laura’s voice.  She walked over to the half door and stepped in front of Mike.  She looked at the professor.  Secretary Laura started to explain but she wasn’t fast enough.
 
“Who the Hell are you?” LaVerne roared  as she stared at the professor, “and what the Hell are you doing in my office?”  
 
Professor England had been challenged on occasion by an independant student or two , but had never weathered such a verbal onslought.  She gathered her composure and introduced herself .
 
“I’m professor England from the University of Washington.  Mike here is  one of my students.  He was mistakenly arrested earlier this evening and I’ve come to pick him up.”
 
 
Big LaVerne stared at the well groomed lady in the gray twead suit.  She snorted like an attacking bull.  She got right in to the face of Professor England and raised her voice a few more decibals:
 
“I don’t care if you’re Professor England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales…nobody tells me what to do in  my department. We made a mistake?  We made a mistake? ” she repeated.  ”I doubt it lady, but I tell you what…I’m going to do my job and process these men, including your precious little student.”
 
Professor England couldn’t believe what she just heard.  She began to protest…”but…”
 
Big LaVerne was back in her face. “No buts!…the only butts I’m going to deal with are these twelve butts out here”  she looked at Mike and told him to turn around.  He obeyed her immediately. Big LaVerne stepped aside allowing Mike’s bottom to be completely revealed to his teacher.  ”Any more buts?  The professor stepped backwards into the office shaking her head and covering her lower face with her hands.  She sat down next to Laura’s desk hearing muffled giggles from across the room.
 
Within a few minutes each man had come up to the door and signed his property slip taking care not to  be revealing to the secretary.  Of course she took  quick glances at each man as he walked away from her .
 
“OK, ” yelled Big LaVerne from in front of the office, ” I want all of you to line up in order in the front of the room facing me.”  The men complied.
 
“When I say ‘attention’ you will stand facing me with your hands clasped behind you neck and your legs  spread wide apart.  Yes, I will see your dicks…good for me, too bad for you!”  She leaned back against the office window.
 
“Attention” she shouted.  The  men quickly looked at each other before obeying her command.  ”Eyes straight ahead.”
 
She walked over to her left toward the shower room door and stood in front of her first prisoner.  He was a fairly short man , swarthy complexion with a black moustache.  She looked down at his penis of average length protruding from his thick pubic hair.  She told him to lift his scrotum up and reveal it to her.  She had him turn around and spread his butt cheeks before returning him to attention.  She moved to the next man and repeated the same process .
 
Mike looked down the line of men from the corner of his eyes.  He had felt some relief that his teacher had disapeared into the office before he had to stand in his present open stance with his small penis revealed forward.  He looked down ‘penis row’ to his right and realized his was smallest.  Sweetmeat was standing with his eyes momentarily closed, his enormous cock resting placidly on his left thigh hanging to just above his knee.  He was outstanding compared to the other dicks lined up for inspection.  
 
Mike looked over at Bandit’s penis.  It was very much above average size and girth.  His muscled legs and flat stomach showcased his groin area.  He was like a thoroughbred race horse; his perfect balls and penis hanging comfortably in perfect symetry with his brown Latino body.
 
Mike continued taking side glances. For as far as his eyes could see, dangling dicks of every size and color mocked him; a boy among men.
 
Big LaVerne had finished with the first six suspects.  She had examined each one closely to see if they had anything taped to their balls or to the inside of their butt cheeks.  She instructed those men to gather up their belongings.  She then had Laura buzz open the door to the shower room.  She told them to march and they were soon gone.  Now it was time to deal with the remaining men as drug suspects.
 
Big LaVerne had the men line up spaced evenly in front of the office window.  She put them at attention and then walked over to the office and opened the door.  She looked around.  The interns were at the back of the office doing some filing.  Laura was at her desk receiving booking reports on her computer.  Professor England was sitting in a chair alongside Laura’s desk with her chin in her hand and her elbow on the desk.  She was deep in thought.
 
Big LaVerne tapped her on the shoulder, “Listen Professor…I probably shouldn’t have yelled at you earlier.  It’s just that I have my routine around here and I don’t like it disrupted.”  
 
The professor looked up to see Big LaVerne grabbing a handful of jellybeans from the bowl on Laura’s desk and popping them into her mouth.
 
“Does that mean I can take Mike home now?” she said with cautious optimism.  
 
“No, not yet, but I’m going to look into it, and if you’re telling me the truth I’ll release him.”
 
Professor England smiled, “That’s wonderful…may I tell him?”  She stood up from the desk.
 
Big LaVerne had walked over to the office fridge and grabbed a can of soda.  ”Sure, go ahead…I;m taking a break.  She sat down at her own desk, opened the drawer and pulled out a bag of potato chips.
 
Professor England rushed out the office door and turned to her right.  She came to a screeching halt as she approached Mike.  In front of her stood Mike and five men. From where she stood at a slight angle in front of them she looked down the row.  Each man was staring straight ahead at the closed blinds in the office window.  Their legs were extended out to the side as if they had stopped in the middle a jumping jack excercise.  Their hands were clasped together behind their necks and their elbows were held back in line with their shoulders.  She lowered her gaze and stared intently.  At the far end was an average penis attached to an older white man.  Next was a black average penis with low hanging balls.  Third she saw a smaller white penis protruding out and starting to throb slightly.  She cast her eyes on Bandit’s penis.  It hung confidently off his beautiful golden body.  She realized that was what the perfect penis should look like.  Then came LeRoy Sweetmeat Jones!  She gulped hard as she stared at his massive member.  She had seen a few cocks in her life but this one was the cock of the walk!  She turned to Mike to tell him the news.  His eyes were cast downwards.  She detected two small tears forming…then she looked down at his little prick.  She looked back over at Sweetmeat’s cock, then back at Mike’s little prick again. ‘My God’ she thought.  It was tiny and uncircumsized; a sharpy in a room full of flashlights.  She turned and walked back into the office not knowing what to say or do.
 
 
“Did you tell him?” Big LaVerne asked as she got up from her desk.  
 
“Uh…no Sgt…not yet.  I think he was too shocked to see me ”
 
“That’s understandable.” Big LaVerne said knowingly.  She walked over to the blinds, then looked at the two interns.  ”You know what goes on out there don’t you?”  They looked at each other and nodded their heads affirmatively.  ”Have you ever peeked out the window?”  They shook their heads ‘no.’  ”Well you are both big girls…18 going on l9, right?  They said ‘yes’ in unision.  ”OK then, I’m going to open these blinds a little so you can see out but the men can’t see you.  It’s time you got some education if you are going to keep on in law enforcement.”
 
She started to reach for the blinds, then stopped and turned around, “Have either one of you seen the private part of a man before?”  They had seen pictures, they told Big LaVerne, but never the real thing.
 
Big LaVerne marched passed everyone and soon was  back with Bandit in tow.  ”Stand back at  attention.” She told him.  
 
Big LaVerne waved the girls over.  Kiwa was staring down at Bandit’s cock, her hand over her mouth suppressing a smile.  Tamika walked over with a big open mouth grin spreading across her face.  ”Can I touch it?” she asked the Sgt.  ”You both can” Big LaVerne replied, then it’s back to work.  ”You have to show these guys that you are the boss”  Tamika reached down and stroked Bandit’s cock two or three times, trying not to let on that she’d done so many times with her boyfriend.  Kiwa just reached down, content to pat the top of his glans. Big LaVerne  ushered Bandit out to the search area as Tamika rushed over to open the blinds part way.  
 
Big LaVerne swung the top of the french door over to the bottom section and latched it.  It had served it’s purpose for the day but now she wanted to insure better security.  She locked the door behind her.
 
Once she was in front of the men she began directing them to lift their testicles and spread their cheeks.  She then had Bandit, LeRoy, and Mike stand to one side and relax.  Mike immediately covered his crotch with his hand.  He was mortified at what had happened with his professor and was struggling to hold back tears of shame.  
 
The other three men were told to bend over the table and grab the far side of the wooden table top.  Big LaVerne then had the men spread their legs open as she put on a glove and inserted her finger in the first man’s anus.  
 
“Owch” he yelled, don’t you have some vaseline?”
 
“Shut up,” Big LaVerne replied.  She twisted her finger around looking for drugs then had the man stand, turn around and face the office window.  She pulled on a fresh rubber glove and repeated the procedure on the next man. Finally she donned another glove and found another asshole to search.  Inside the office the girls were looking through the blinds and talking quietly to each other comparing dicks and discussing Big LaVerne’s procedures.  At the far end of the window Professor England was staring over at Mike and wondering what she could say to him once he was released.  Laura had looked briefly out the office window before returning to her office work. 
 
“OK then,”  Big LaVerne said, “you men can grab your stuff and take a shower.”  She  pointed at the door and made a pushbutton motion with her hand at the window.  Once the men were standing by the door the buzzer sounded and they were away from their strip search ordeal.  
 
Bandit, LeRoy, and Mike were brought over to face the blinds with the exam table behind them.  They were put at attention.
 
Inside the office the interns were giggling as they viewed LeRoy’s cock, then they glanced over at Mike’s small penis and burst out laughing.  ”Girls,” said Laura from her desk. “Calm down, you are supposed to be adults.  If Sgt. Johnson knew you’d carry on like this she would have held off on this part of your training.”  
 
“Sorry,” yelled the two interns.
 
Suddenly there was a loud knock on the interior office door.  Laura got up to answer it.  She looked out as she pulled the door open and saw a police officer in the lobby.  She opened the door completely and  the officer walked into the office.  The cop looked around noting the two interns looking through the blinds and the professor sitting alongside Laura’s desk.  The french door was together as one unit and closed.  There was a crumpled potato chip bag on the desk  closest by.  Two other desks with computers toward the back of the office by the now staring,quiet interns.
 
“I’m Officer Hernandez,” she announced sternly, “I’m looking for Mike Williams.”
 
The professor stood up. “I’m professor England; Mike’s teacher.  He’s out there.”  She pointed toward the search room.  ”How do you know Mike?”  
 
“He was my ride-along” she said casually as she tugged on the french door>  ”How do you open this door?”
 
“It’s locked from the other side,” said Laura, “Sgt; Johnson is doing a drug search.”
 
The professor looked over at the officer like she was seeing a ghost.  ”You’re supposed to be dead.  Mike said you were killed at the drug bust shooting.”  
 
“Nope,” she said as she reached for the blinds cord,”
 
A little six year old Hispanic girl living next door to the drug house was shot in the leg.  Her mom couldn’t speak English and was scared.  I rode to Harbor View Hospital with them in the ambulance.  I interpreted for her at the hospital.  I waited until the operation was over…then I remembered Mr. Williams.
 
She grabbed the cord and pulled down hard and over to secure the blinds all the way open.  She and all the other women looked through the window.  Bandit was bent over the table with Big LaVerne’’s finger wiggling deep in his butt.  LeRoy was standing straight in front at attention position with his eyes closed.  Lori briefly looked down at his cock. ‘Damn’ she thought, ‘that black guy is hung like a donkey.’  She was about to glance over at Mike when Bandit was wheeled around to face the window. ‘good for us’ she thought as she took racial pride in Bandit’s beautiful cock swaying gently in front of her eyes.
 
Within three seconds she had taken in the entire scene and focused in on Bandit and LeRoy, but her real concern was Mike.  She looked over at him.  He looked up and saw her through the window.  He was in total shock at seeing her alive and well.  In an instant he saw her smile at him face to face, then he followed her quick glance downward to his groin.  He felt like vomiting with humiliation.  This beautiful cop who had agreed to date him was already looking at his penis in disbelief.  There would be no voyage of intimate discovery.  There would be no preparatory moments where he could stroke himself up to semi-erection and fool her.  She would never see him fully erect with an acceptable length and girth.  The image of his tiny, flacid, uncircumcised prick would forever live on in her memory.  She would talk about him with the other cops,; the female officers, and the macho male cops like her ex-boyfriend.  Tears of humiliation and lost opportunity welled up in his eyes as she sadly returned her gaze to his face
 
Officer Hernandez banged on the window repeatedly with her fist.  Big LaVerne looked up and gave her a hateful stare.  She then bent down and grabbed LeRoy’s cock, moving it over so she could penetrate his ass with her gloved finger.  LeRoy’s body jerked up violently as she jammed two fingers up his ass hole.  
 
Officer Hernandez banged again and pointed to the door. Big LaVerne looked up and nodded her head, ‘no.’ All the women in the office were looking through the window in silence.  Officer Hernandez looked on helplessly.  There were three naked assholes in that search room, she thought to herself, but the biggest one was wearing a seargant’s police uniform.
 
Big LaVerne shouted at LeRoy to get up and stand at attention.  Officer Hernandez looked at the three men side by side as Big LaVerne displayed them.  To the left Bandit’s beautiful penis and testicles  hung down naturally, a perfect shower room cock.  Her eyes moved to the center to LeRoy’s ebony monster tool and balls, the glans was shiny and the slightest hint of moisture was appearing at it’s tip.  Then she looked down at Mike’s tiny prick with genuine disapointment.  Nobody deserved to be that small she thought.  
 
Inside the search room Big LaVerne leaned over and looked at Mike’s little prick and laughed out loud slapping her thigh with her hand.  ”That is the dinkiest dick I’ve ever seen.” she laughed again., “OK, I’m not going to have you bend over the table, Crawl up there and get on your back.  I have to search the hung guys bent over the table, but with little guys like you I can do a more thorough exam without having your penis get in the way.”
 
She positioned Mike on his back with his head hanging over the back of the table.  She then placed his feet on the front edge of the table in the traditional gyno stirrup position.  His small penis lay over to his right, the small gonads huddling close to it.  His anus now lay open completely exposed to all the women.  Big LaVerne looked over at the window with a smirk as she made a production of sliding on her surgical glove.  At least he has a nice ass thought Lori, then hated herself for the thought.  Big LaVern grabbed Mike’s knees and pushed them apart causing his feet to move back into the table.  She then grabbed his butt checks and rolled each in a circle  before putting her gloved thumb on top of his anus and rubbing it for all to see.  Then she plunged her middle finger deep into his anal cavity and out partially, then back in even deeper.  Mike was shuddering under the impact.  Finally she told him to sit up and stand at attention position with the others.
 
She walked over to the door and unlocked it. Officer Hernandez rushed through and stood in front of Mike.
 
Oh, Mr. Williams…I’m so sorry about all this. I am just so sorry.” She took a quick really close up glance at his penis then back to his eyes,” I really am so sorry,”  He looked at her, still in his attention position, it was as if she was apologizing for his small penis and her having seen it.
 
Within twenty minutes Mike was in the familiar patrol car with officer Hernandez.  They hadn’t really spoken much.  Mike thought back to their previous conversations, about how her boyfriend had been really big where it counted most, how she had joked about the hot Dick’s burgers with her subconscious sexual preferences in every word, about her saying, “why not” when he asked her for a date.
 
   She pulled the patrol car up to the curb.  Outside they both looked at the moon-lit path leading up to the historic fraternity house.  The bulb was still missing from the porch light fixture, but light was streaming from the inside through the windows of the huge brick building.  
 
She knew he had been embarrased and in deep thought on the ride from downtown.  She was developing a headache and hadn’t spoken, having felt guilty for leaving him behind in the back seat of her car. She had explained what happened with the wounded little girl, but he didn’t care about one little girl after having been exposed to so many big girls.
 
He turned to look at once more, “thanks for the ride-along,” he said sadly,” well, I guess this is good bye.”
 
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Ending A:
 
“Goodbye Mr. Wilson, and I’m sorry for your bad experience.”
 
“You can still call me Mike,” he said smiling briefly, “after all, we did get to know each other.”
 
Her head was really splitting and she just wanted to get home. “Well I certainly got to know you at least.”
 
He stared through her and into his recent memory banks.  
 
“Er, physically speaking?” she prompted.
 
“I know,” he said, looking like a sad little puppy yet again, “I guess this means you don’t want to date me like you said?”
 
She was feeling lousy now, and the last thing she wanted was to prolong a totally screwed up shift.  She tried to be professional, “A lot has happened since then Mr. Wilson, and I need to be moving along.”
 
He stayed in the seat a bit longer.  He looked over at her again.  She was staring at her steering wheel as if it were a flying saucer ready to  pull her away.  She looked at him.  All she could think of was him standing next to that big black guy and the hunky Hispanic.  How pathetic was he with his little flacid penus and balls. All he could think of at this point was losing her, never getting to see her  breasts and bush, never getting to make love with her or develop a relationship.
 
She started to think about Bandit.  He was so hot from his dark masculine face to his muscular arms and shoulders, his nice chest with just enough hair to be sexy and keep his hot nipples warm, his tight  abs and cute little ass, his sculpted thighs, and those beautiful balls and magnificant cock hanging in all it’s succulant splendor…”
 
 ”Can I just ask one last question Lori?…and then I’ll go”
 
“Shoot” she said, getting more upset than ever.
 
“I know things have changed and this crazy night has messed everything up., ”  he was becoming whiney.  ”but I honestly want to know why you won’t go out with me in the future.”
 
“OK, Mr. Wilson…”
 
“Mike…call me Mike!”
 
“Mike!…I wondered about you earlier when you said you would only have a couple of dates with girls.  I figured then you might have a sex issue, and now I know what it is…your really small penis!” She moved on, ”  When people date it’s a time of infatuation, you’re always thinking of each other, learning about each other, discovering.  Part of that mystique is sex, and what’s under the clothes.  It’s like a Christmas present.  We wonder what’s inside and we hold off as long as we can before unwrapping it.  Many girls like myself hope for something big under there.”
 
 
“Really?” he said discouraged.
 
She was no longer falling for the poor little me, puppy routine, ” Your package has been unwrapped…and it’s too small for me.  I want a man…a real man who can satisfy me down here” She pointed at the crotch of her unifrom trousers.  I’m a mature woman down there, and here” she touched her breast lightly.
 
Mike pictured lots of pubic hair and a full pouting vagina like the facial lips of Angelina Jolie.
 
“I’m a mature woman with grown up needs and the desire for a man with a cock that can really satisfy me and make me happy.  You can never be that man because I have seen you stripped naked on your back with that tiny little penis barely popping out.  You looked like a baby waiting to have it’s diaper changed.  You are just too immature for me little guy.”
 
“You saw me naked Lori.” he said softly, “Can I just see you naked once?”
 
“You freakin little pervert.” she shouted, “do you want me to arrest you for real?”
 
“No maam,” he replied.
 
“Good bye Mr. Williams, and good luck with your love life.”  ’You’ll need it’ she thought as she pulled the big Ford patrol car onto the street.  
 
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Ending B:
 
She had a big headache coming on but she really felt bad for him.  ”look’ tonight was a strange night for me and I know it was an awful  night for you.”  she smiled warmly.
 
“You probably don’t want to go out with me now that you’ve seen me naked.”He said soberly.
“Sure I do Mike…there is much more to a guy, or a girl than their bodies.  I respect a guy who takes care of what body he has.  Guys who do drugs, over eat and screw up their bodies turn me off.  You take care of youself, you’re trim, well groomed,clean.”
 
“yer kiddin” he said, what about guys like Bandit who have perfect cocks?”
 
“Mike?…Bandit’s a drug using violent man.  His life is totally screwed up,  Sure I enjoyed looking at his cock…most women would…but I wouldn’t seek a relation ship with him in real life.  ”
 
“But Lori, I’m so small and so ashamed.”
 
Lori’s headache was getting worse.  ”Mike I have to get home but I will date you.  Here is my number.”
 
She handed him a business card with her cell number on it.  ”Mike, penis size is not your fault.  It’s genetics and some guys drew the long straws in the womb while others drew the short straws.  Anyway small ones can fit in places where big ones can’t. And…I’ve only seen your nervous, flacid cock. I can supersize it, you know, without going to McDonalds .”
 
They both smiled.
 
“Hey,” he said as he got out of the car, “I want to give you something really special when we go out…do you like donuts?”
 
“Fu get about it”
 
They both had a quick laugh as she turned the patrol car around and headed for home, and he walked up the moon-lit path to his fraternity house.
 
 
The End

The police car holding the two drug suspects quickly arrived in downtown Seattle and drove through the garage entrance of the jail.  Mike looked around as the big electric garage door slammed closed behind them.  A dozen silver blue Ford patrol cars were parked along the far wall.  In front of him he noticed several detainees sitting on a set of bleachers enclosed by a chain link fence.  
 
The black female cop got out of the car and opened Mike’s door helping him out.  She closed the door as LeRoy was inside sleeping.  She undid the hand cuffs and told Mike he could rub his wrists for a minute.  She then had him put his hands together in front of him and she place a plastic toothed retainer tie around his wrists.  ”Now you’ll be more comfortable.” she stated.
 
“Maam,” Mike implored, “Please listen to me, this is all a big mistake.  I wasn’t in that drug house, I was on the ride-along program with officer Hernandez.”
 
She looked at him, then shook her head knowingly. “Well, I’ll give you this much, you’re creative.  Nice touch remembering her name tag as she arrested you!”  
 
“No wait,” he pleaded, “please don’t arrest me, she picked me up in the U-District.”
 
She shook her head horizontally once more as she escorted him to the cage.  ”Mr, you’ve already been arrested.  Now you’re going to get booked and see the judge.”
 
He had a flashback to Lori’s remarks.  ”Not judge Marsh?”
 
The cop laughed out loud.  ”No, don’t worry, you won’t have to face judge Harsh Marsh.  She’s a traffic court judge and deals with those punk kids who speed race in their loud Hondas.  You drug guys don’t go to the Day Of Shame…you have your time of shame right here.
 
Mike hung his head down.  There was no sense pleading with the cop.  His thoughts turned to Lori.  ”Maam, just one question…why did you bring us here in officer Hernandez’s police car?”  
 
The cop’s face turned sorrowful.  ”We had to get it back to the garage for her…she was in an ambulance.”  
 
The cop went back to get LeRoy as a male officer opened the cage gate for Mike.  He was told to sit down and wait.  A couple of minutes later LeRoy walked in and sat down next to him.  Another detainee looked up from a bleacher seat below and recognized LeRoy.  ”Sweetmeat…How’s it hangin ?”
 
Sweetmeat acknowledged him,  ”A’right Bandit, how you hangin?”
 
Bandit flashed a gang street sign with his right hand.  He was a tough looking Hispanic wearing tan trousers and a black sleeveless t-shirt.  He had tatoos on both arms and one on his neck.  He was about Mike’s height but slightly heavier and muscular.
 
“Hey Sweetmeat… did they bust you out before the shooting started?”
 
“No man,” Sweetmeat replied, “after, but I didn’t see if any home boys got capped cause I was headin out the window when I got busted by the black bitch.”
 
An hour went by with the detainees sitting on the benches.  Every so often the male cop on guard would walk by and look in through the chain link  fence and then go back to the gate.
 
Mike turned to LeRoy.  ”This is the first time I’ve been busted…aren’t we supposed to get one phone call?”
 
LeRoy had his eyes closed. “Yeah man, you can make calls but they only got one phone inside and everybody fights over it.”  
 
“Thanks Sweetmeat.”  Mike realized he still had his cell phone on his waist belt under his sweatshirt.  Lori hadn’t bothered to take it from him, and no one had frisked him since being in custody.  He got up and moved up the bleachers to the tallest bench and sat down in the far corner.  With some effort he managed to pull the cell phone out of its’ holder and rest it on his lap.  It wasn’t easy because of the tie band around his wrist, but soon he was able to push buttons.  He called the fraternity house but the phone just kept ringing.  He thought about calling his frat brothers but realized they couldn’t really help get him out of jail.  He looked at his diplay list and saw his professor’s number.  He pushed the button.  She answered.
 
Mike spoke quietly into the phone after he was able to get it close to his ear.  He explained  the whole situation to her.  She assured him she would do what she could for him.  Once they were through speaking his phone started to beep; low battery.  He turned the phone completely off and returned it to his belt.
 
During the next hour the detainees were taken out of the cage individually and photgraphed in front of a white backdrop.  When asked his name Mike again tried to explain why they had no record of his arrest.  They made up a temporary booking sheet based on information he gave them.  They accepted his personal information at face value but gave no credence to his ride-along story
 
Finally the group of twelve detainees were escorted out of the chain link cage and made to stand single file outside a door leading from the garage into the processing area.  Their names were called in the order they were to enter. Mike was last behind Bandit and LeRoy.
 
Seeing the confusion on Mike’s face LeRoy spoke,”OK man, I know most of these guys in front of us.  The last six of us were busted for drugs…so they gonna search us like they love us.  Those other guys way up in the front of the line…petty theft, traffic warrants, drunk in public.  They just be extras passin through.  They gonna be processed but we gonna be searched.”  
 
The door buzzed open and the men filed through.  Once inside they were in a long narrow hallway eventually leading to a set of stairs.  The men shuffled passed locked doors of windowless offices on both sides of the hallway until they reached the foot of the stairs.
 
LeRoy turned to Mike.  ”Aright man.  When they ready they gonna buzz that door at the top of the stairs and we all gonna slowly make our way up the steps with a guard in front and a guard behind.”  
 
“Then what?” Mike asked nervously.
 
LeRoy cleared his throat knowing he would be playing tour guide .  ”OK, now there’s three doors coming up and we just came through door number one.”  Up there at the top is door number two.”  
 
LeRoy was speaking slowly and quietly.  Mike then  blurted out anxiously, “Sweetmeat…what’s behind door number two?”
 
Well…there’s two things behind door number two,” LeRoy reported, “First of all there’s the processing room itself with a dressing area on one side and an administrative office on the other.  And then, there’s the second thing behind door number two…” LeRoy cleared his throat.  
 
Mike stood there waiting nervously.  ”So then, what’s the second thing behind door number two?”
 
LeRoy answered slowly, emphasizing each word carefully, “The second thing behind door number two is… Big LaVerne!”
 
Mike was hanging on every word.  His palms were sweating as he repeated the two words’ “Big LaVerne?”
 
“Oh yes, Big LaVerne.  She’s the first thing you gonna see in processing.  She’s big, she’s black, she’s bitchy.  Big LaVerne is in charge up there  and you don’t wanna even think about looking in her eyes or talkin in her ears…or she’ll eat you up!”
 
“OK Sweetmeat, so I guess I do what she says, right?”
 
“You got that right man, unless you want 300 lbs of soul sister in your face.”  LeRoy continued, Big LaVerne is in charge of things behind door number two.  Even the other cops don’t mess with her.  What she says…goes down!”
 
The butterflies in Mike’s stomach had finished his lunch and were now starting to suck the air out of his lungs.  ”What’s behind door number three?” he whispered meekly.
 
“Door number three?” LeRoy repeated,  ”that’s the door that goes from the other side of processing to the shower room.
 
“And door number four?”  
 
“Let’s see,”  LeRoy thought a moment, “Door number four goes from the shower area and opens up into a McDonalds restaurant………I’m just playing with ya man…door number four leads into the jail reception area where you get your orange jumpsuit and cell asignment.”
 
Door number two at the top of the stairs buzzed open.  The cop behind the twelve men shouted to move up the stairs single file.  They stayed in line as they entered the processing area and then the door buzzed closed behind them.
 
Mike had a quick look around as he followed LeRoy into the room.  To his right was a large alcove area with a sign on the wall reading “clothing removal.”  To his left he noticed the administrative office.  It had a french door with the top half opened fully and attached to a wall hook.  The bottom half with a small shelf attached was closed.  To the right of the door was a large rectangular window with closed blinds hiding the inside of the actual office.  He looked to the right again and around the line of men he saw a large rectangular wooden table in front of the alcove area.  He looked around at the walls for instruments of torture but saw only blank walls of calming light green paint.
 
A loud female voice rang out from inside the administration office.  ”Looks like the next batch is out there, I’ll talk with you girls later.”  Mike looked through the top of the french door as a huge female form appeared and opened the bottom half of the door.  ”What do you think you’re looking at?” she roared, “all of you turn around and face the office.”
 
Mike and the eleven other men quickly got in position facing LaVerne.  Now she was in front of them with her back against the office window.  She had them stand at attention.  She had them stare straight ahead.  They still had plastic wrist ties so they were helpless.  She walked in front of each man staring them down until they looked away, T then she would yell for them to look straight ahead.  When she got to LeRoy she smirked.
 
“Well look who’s back again…Sweetmeat himself…Mr. Donkey dick in the house!”  She looked down to the front of his slacks.   “I’ve got two young interns in the office who might get some special education tonight.”
 
LeRoy looked forward indirectly and gave his head a slight nod in her direction.  She stepped away and stood directly in front of Mike.  He was shaking as he looked straight ahead.  She shook her head  in general disgust before walking to the middle of the office window once again.  She turned around and faced the men, the closed blinds forming an impenetrable wall behind her.  
 
“I’m Sgt. Johnson.  I am in charge of you until I tell you to go through the door to your right and shower.  This is my search area.  You are to do everything I tell you.  You are not to look directly at me.  You are not to talk to me.  I own you until I am finished with you.  Now turn around and go into the alcove area across the room.”  
 
Everyone turned and began to walk to the far wall in front of them.  Three men in the middle of the group found themselves trapped by the rectangular table.  ”Go around the exam table you idiots” she screamed!”
 
Once the twelve men had reached the far wall they turned to face her.  She had them stand at attention as she walked over to the office and stuck her head in the door.  At the desk closest to the french door sat Laura, the secretary.  She was a thin red head in her early forties.  She  was wearing a police uniform but had never been a patrol officer.  She looked like a basic mild mannered secretary with her glasses and quiet disposition.  Farther back the eighteen year old interns, Tamika Jackson and Kiwa Fushita were sitting at their desks doing paperwork at the computers.
 
Big LaVerne asked Laura to hand her a pair of sissors from her desk.  She did so right away.  Big LaVerne then walked over to the men and told them to put their hands out in front of them.  She walked down the line of men cutting each plastic wrist restraint off before returning the sissors to the secretary.
 
She walked back from the office and leaned her rear end  on the exam table as she faced the line of men.  She folded her big arms across her chest before giving the men further instructions.
 
“Strip!” she shouted, “And I mean everything.  In the next two minutes I just want to see twelve swinging dicks in front of me!”
 
Inside the office there was a knock on the far entrance door.  Laura opened the door to find a thirty something blonde lady dressed in a gray tweed business suit.  She was accompanied by a building guard who shrugged his shoulders as the secretary looked at him.  
 
“You’re not supposed to be up here,”  the secretary stated, “This is the processing unit.  No civilians are to be here, only authorized persons.”  
 
The lady in gray produced a note from a secretary stationed down at the main entrance of the police station.  It stated that the assistant chief had given permission for the visitor to see Sgt LaVerne Johnson about an important matter.  After reading the note Laura nodded OK and the lady came in and sat down next to Laura’s desk.
 
“I’m Professor England from U-dub.  One of my students has been arrested by mistake.  I had set up a -ride along and…” she continued to explain the situation. She looked over at the teenagers across the room.  They were giggling at the irony of what had happened to Mike. “It’s not funny!” shouted the professor.
 
Secretary Laura spoke up, “this is an awful situation, and I’m terribly sorry but I can’t interrupt Sgt just now because she’s in the middle of processing.”
 
“What does that mean?” asked the professor, “” Is Mike here?”
 
“I’m not even sure…we are still waiting records to be e-mailed from downstairs.  He could be here.”
 
“Well where is he?” asked the professor, her voice rising, “I want to see him!”  She looked over at the girls who had resumed giggling.
 
“He could be out there getting processed” replied the secretary.  If you could just wait until Sgt’ Johnson is finished with her work.”
 
“Wait?” asked the professor, “wait? after what he’s been through?” she was speaking louder and louder. “I’m going to at least see if he’s here.”  She got out of the chair and walked to the french door.
 
“No, no you can’t go over there” sighed the secretary, but it was too late, she was looking through the open section of the half door.
 
 
To Be Continued……