After The Party (Rogue and Musette, aka Ursula Andress) - Rape Board

Rogue · 12-22-2006, 11:16 PM

The woman protests her friend's innocence, talking in front of me as she walks into the room. I nudge her until I can close and lock the door. A lot of shouting and commotion is coming from downstairs and I make sure she doesn't hear it in time.

"You're not going anywhere until you show me the drugs you had in here."

"So you had a lookalike party, with no men invited?"

I look around the bedroom, it is large and so perfectly oraganised. She stands near the bed, which has pink quilts and sheets. My eyes roll down her legs, to the strappy heels she wears.

12-23-2006, 02:39 PM

"Right! A girls' night out. That's it."

"Is this an interrogation? What exactly is going on? Why would the police think we had drugs here? GG doesn't use! NONE of us do?"

Trying to stay calm. This is not the best of circumstances to find oneself in. I consider if I am polite and cooperative, maybe I can reason with this man. "Are you going to answer me...?" I ask quietly.

Rogue · 12-23-2006, 05:14 PM

"You sure are dressed nice for a party with no men.....now put your hands on the bed, if you resist I'll be forced to arrest you."

She continues to complain, but reluctantly turns around. I lean into her back, placing my hands on her hips. They press into her short dress, moving downwards, scandalously close to her thighs. A bag of cocain appears in my hand, and she is stunned.

"Only messing with ya, it's me own!"

I ask what her name is.

12-24-2006, 01:42 PM

"My name is Mustte. I came to the party as Ursula Andress, the first Bond girl," I answer nervously.

The way you are frisking me - particularly after producing a little bag of coke - makes me very uneasy. Your hands moving more sexually over my hips and thighs than professionally. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I've never been frisked before, but I've seen it done. I know you're going to have to feel between my legs. Bare skin between the tops of my stockings and my panties... I feel you're getting hard in the small of my back.

'This can't be right,' I think to myself. 'An Irish cop here...? Surely not!' I begin to straighten just as you start to rub your left hand high along my inner thigh - the bare skin above my stockings... your hand feels soft, stong - with your right hand, you push the middle of back toward the bed again, so that I lean forward, off balance for your frisking.

"Uh-uh... no moving until I say. Alright?"

Rogue · 12-24-2006, 11:53 PM

My fingers are now slightly underneath her dress, running along her thighs. I feel the beginning of her tights and I'm starting to get an erection. Her legs are so long and smooth.

"Well if you're Ursula, let me check those panties..."

She is stunned as I start to pull up her dress until her underwear is exposed. It is beige swimwear similar to that worn by the actress in Dr. No. I feel the front of them with my palm, playing with the strap. We hear a scream of help next door and gunshots coming from downstairs.

"If only they'd co-operate like you, they wouldn't get hurt." My hand still harassing between her legs, I lean in closer, my leather jacket rubbing into her back. I smell her hair and the back of her neck.

12-25-2006, 08:53 PM

"Oh my God! What's going on?" I am certain that a clean officer wouldn't be touching me like this. Gunshots downstairs and my friends calling for help...?

'Co-operate like me...?' I think... I'm confused and alerted...

"Please explain what's going on and read me my rights, if I am in trouble; otherwise, let me go!" I try to stand straight again and you push me to the bed - on my face...

12-22-2006, 11:16 PM	#1
Rogue Immoral Irishman Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,344 Reputation: 20982	After The Party (Rogue and Musette, aka Ursula Andress) The woman protests her friend's innocence, talking in front of me as she walks into the room. I nudge her until I can close and lock the door. A lot of shouting and commotion is coming from downstairs and I make sure she doesn't hear it in time. "You're not going anywhere until you show me the drugs you had in here." "So you had a lookalike party, with no men invited?" I look around the bedroom, it is large and so perfectly oraganised. She stands near the bed, which has pink quilts and sheets. My eyes roll down her legs, to the strappy heels she wears.

12-23-2006, 02:39 PM	#2
Musette Guest Posts: n/a	Ursula Andress "Right! A girls' night out. That's it." "Is this an interrogation? What exactly is going on? Why would the police think we had drugs here? GG doesn't use! NONE of us do?" Trying to stay calm. This is not the best of circumstances to find oneself in. I consider if I am polite and cooperative, maybe I can reason with this man. "Are you going to answer me...?" I ask quietly.

12-23-2006, 05:14 PM	#3
Rogue Immoral Irishman Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,344 Reputation: 20982	"You sure are dressed nice for a party with no men.....now put your hands on the bed, if you resist I'll be forced to arrest you." She continues to complain, but reluctantly turns around. I lean into her back, placing my hands on her hips. They press into her short dress, moving downwards, scandalously close to her thighs. A bag of cocain appears in my hand, and she is stunned. "Only messing with ya, it's me own!" I ask what her name is.

12-24-2006, 01:42 PM	#4
Musette Guest Posts: n/a	"My name is Mustte. I came to the party as Ursula Andress, the first Bond girl," I answer nervously. The way you are frisking me - particularly after producing a little bag of coke - makes me very uneasy. Your hands moving more sexually over my hips and thighs than professionally. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I've never been frisked before, but I've seen it done. I know you're going to have to feel between my legs. Bare skin between the tops of my stockings and my panties... I feel you're getting hard in the small of my back. 'This can't be right,' I think to myself. 'An Irish cop here...? Surely not!' I begin to straighten just as you start to rub your left hand high along my inner thigh - the bare skin above my stockings... your hand feels soft, stong - with your right hand, you push the middle of back toward the bed again, so that I lean forward, off balance for your frisking. "Uh-uh... no moving until I say. Alright?"

12-24-2006, 11:53 PM	#5
Rogue Immoral Irishman Join Date: Nov 2005 Posts: 1,344 Reputation: 20982	My fingers are now slightly underneath her dress, running along her thighs. I feel the beginning of her tights and I'm starting to get an erection. Her legs are so long and smooth. "Well if you're Ursula, let me check those panties..." She is stunned as I start to pull up her dress until her underwear is exposed. It is beige swimwear similar to that worn by the actress in Dr. No. I feel the front of them with my palm, playing with the strap. We hear a scream of help next door and gunshots coming from downstairs. "If only they'd co-operate like you, they wouldn't get hurt." My hand still harassing between her legs, I lean in closer, my leather jacket rubbing into her back. I smell her hair and the back of her neck.

12-25-2006, 08:53 PM	#6
Musette Guest Posts: n/a	"Oh my God! What's going on?" I am certain that a clean officer wouldn't be touching me like this. Gunshots downstairs and my friends calling for help...? 'Co-operate like me...?' I think... I'm confused and alerted... "Please explain what's going on and read me my rights, if I am in trouble; otherwise, let me go!" I try to stand straight again and you push me to the bed - on my face...