Fired!

"What's the problem, officer?" I ask Officer Beck, as we help each other get dressed.

"John, for once, after shooting your seed into my unprotected, fertile womb, can't you call me by my first name?" the cop remarks, kissing me on the lips.

"Okay Amy," I say. "What's the problem?"

"Well, the sex in public requires me to charge both of you, but since you don't want your girlfriend included, I'll also have to exclude that charge," Amy says with a grin.

"Thanks. That's very understanding of you," I reply gratefully, kissing her back on the lips.

"But you'll have to pay for that exclusion," she adds.

"How?" I ask, wondering what she will say next.

"Well, whenever I need something... like what just happened here... I expect to have it, anytime, anywhere... so hand me your number." she orders.

"For how long does this have to be?" I ask, after giving her my number.

"I'll let you know," she replies, as she gets into the car. "Maybe when I get bored of you." I am secretly delighted at the opportunity.

The drive to my apartment was quick. I doze off immediately upon arriving. When I awaken, it is already dark. As I open the ref, I hear an urgent knock on the door.

Who's knocking?

You have 1 choice: