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I Couldn't Fight the Law: Part 1 By Schizo Carl felt like he shouldn't have driven home tonight. He had a great time hanging out with his friends but before he even knew it, it was three o'clock in the morning. Normally he would have crashed at his friend's place but he wanted to get home and sleep in his own bed. However the drinking, and lack of sleep from the previous night, took its toll on Carl as he drove down the empty, boring highway. It's going to take him at least an hour to get back home. It was easier when all of his friends lived in the same city, but as you get older people move on and you have to work harder to keep your friendships. What kept him going was the thought of his warm bed and hot girlfriend, Beth. She understands how important friendships are so she doesn't mind when Carl goes out to see them. This is one of the reasons why Carl loves her so much. They've been together for six years after Carl had finished college but they hadn't taken the leap into marriage. Carl feels like he isn't ready yet to take that plunge but he knows he can't put it off. He just turned 28, Beth is 27, and she has already dropped hints of having a life together. However, Carl wished he had dated more people in his life so that he would be confident to know what he likes and dislikes in a woman. In fact, Beth is the first serious girlfriend he ever had and it's starting to look like a negative. Carl can't break up her because they already have a place together and he would look like an asshole if he broke up with her just to date other women. Beth is a great girl though; smart, sexy, and she knows what makes Carl happy. Maybe it was time for him to get married. Nice as it was to think about Beth, it's not enough to keep Carl awake on the road. The two lane highway was so dark that his headlights were the only light source for miles in the desert like surroundings. To keep himself awake, Carl rolled down the windows and turned the radio on. The breeze sent shivers down his body and the music was jarring but it wasn't enough. Just when Carl thought maybe he should pull to the side and take a nap he remembered a conversation he had with his buddies before he left. They were talking about where the weirdest place they've masturbated. "The weirdest place I've masturbated?" Carl repeated the question. "Yeah. Besides your home, where else have you masturbated that was out of the ordinary?" Roger elaborated. "Why would I masturbate anywhere else besides where I live?" Carl said. "I don't know, to have little fun, maybe to even release some stress," Roger said. "He's right. I once masturbated before a final in a campus bathroom," Todd defended Roger's question. "Why?" Carl asked. "I was stressed out and the idea didn't come to me until I got to school, so I thought I would spend some time with myself instead of studying." "How'd it go?" Robin asked as he sipped his beer. "I got a B+," Todd answered and the group chuckled. "Well, I have to disappoint you boys, I've never masturbated outside my home," Carl said. "That's alright; I masturbated at a girl's house before a date," Robin said. "Haha what you couldn't wait?" Todd asked. "I was 16 and I thought I would get lucky that night but I didn't want to last a few minutes so I thought I would rub one out before hand. The thing is, I thought about it before the date but decided against it. Then I saw how she was dressed and thought I would cum right there so I asked to use her bathroom." "Did anything else happen?" Carl asked. "...Her dad walked in," Robin said with his head down. Roger was sipping his beer when he uncontrollably spat it out. The whole gang erupted in laughter except for Robin. "Wasn't the door locked?" asked Roger. "The lock was broken. Her dad was furious so he grabbed me by the collar and dragged me outside with my pants around my ankles," Robin downed his entire cup after he finished his story. "Fuck dude that's rough. Well, I think the weirdest place I've wanked it was in my car as I drove home," Roger said. "What the hell? While you were driving? Why?" Carl asked. "It was really late at night and I needed to get home because I had things to do in the morning. Unfortunately I was really tired and nothing I did was keeping me awake. Then I thought how alert I am when I jack off or have sex. So, I pulled my dick out, grabbed some tissue from the center console, and went to town. I made sure I lasted until I got home and, let me tell you, it felt really gratifying." "Did anyone see you?" Robin asked. "No, it was late and there weren't any other cars on the road." "Hah at least it's more fun than driving drunk," Todd said as they all chuckled. At the time Carl thought it was a funny story, but now he contemplated doing it himself. If it worked, Carl could get home safely and if it didn't he would just pull the side and sleep. With no other cars on the road Carl felt confident and decided to do it. He turned on cruise control, left his right hand on the wheel as he used his left to pull down his zipper and took his cock out. It felt a little awkward to do so but he accomplished it. Carl slowly stroked his uncircumcised dick. At first it was hard to focus on the road and think of something to turn him on but he soon got the hang of it. He thought of Beth's curvy body waiting for him at home. Her CC breasts, hand filling ass, thin waist, creamy thighs, sensitive pussy, and soft lips. All of this looks great on her 5'3" frame especially next to Carl since he is 5'4". However, Carl didn't love her for just for her body but also her face. Beth has light brown eyes, soft pink lips, a short button nose, and short cropped black hair. Some would say that she looks like a tomboy but Carl likes that look on her. As he thought about Beth, his dick grew to a full 5 inches, something Carl felt self conscious about but Beth never minded. He couldn't believe what Roger said was true but he believed him now. With his adrenaline pumping through his body, Carl didn't feel tired and was more aware of his driving. In fact, he was so aware that he noticed the police car behind him with its sirens on. Carl's eyes grew wide as his heart quickened its pace. When did it get there and for how long was it following him? Carl quickly took his hand off his dick and put it back on the wheel as he pulled to the shoulder. However, he realized he still had his dick out which was at full mast. He began to think about other subjects to make his boner go away. He thought about baseball, fire trucks, carpet, anything that would help but nothing worked. Carl looked into his rearview mirror and saw the cop was still in his car. He needed to do something quick or else he would be caught with his dick in his hand, quite literally. Carl searched his car for anything that might help him. He noticed a t- shirt in the backseat so he lunged for it and threw it over his lap, hoping the cop wouldn't think anything of it. Before the officer could ask, Carl also took out his license, registration, and proof of insurance. He looked in his side mirror and saw the cop was just getting out of his car. The cop took his time walking over to Carl. His hands were on his belt and Carl couldn't see his face because of his large brimmed hat. Carl had a wild thought that maybe he should just drive away, but it wasn't worth it. He finally got to his car and looked down at a flustered Carl. When Carl looked up at the cop he finally got a good look at him. The color of his uniform is beige and brown which means he is a highway patrolman. He is about 5'11" and he has a bit of a pot belly. His face has its good share of wrinkles but it's clean shaven. He looks like he is in his 40s but it's hard to tell because he has aviators on. Why was he wearing sunglasses at night? The cop leaned down and put his arm on Carl's car. "Do you know why I pulled you over?" The cop asked a very clich? question. "No officer." "You were going 88 in a 65 zone." "Oh, ok." Carl calmed down a bit because the cop hadn't noticed his bulge. "License, registration and proof of insurance." Carl quickly handed over the items he was holding. The officer took them and carefully looked over the identification. "Carl Templeton, lives at 540 Highstreet Ave, 5' 4", 130 lbs, black hair, and brown eyes." The cop went through his description like he was trying to match it with Carl. "Well Mr. Templeton, where were you going in such a hurry?" "I was just trying to get home." "Have you been drinking tonight?" "Yes." Just then he knew he fucked up. He should have just lied. "So you've been driving under the influence?" "No! I drank a little tonight but I'm still sober to drive." "Alright, sir I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car." Carl's heart sank in his chest. His dick was still hard and if he got out the cop would get a good look at it. "Actually, I'm just going to use a breathalyzer," the cop said as he took out a small device. Carl relaxed a bit because he knew he was sober enough to drive and he didn't have to get out of his car to blow into the device. The cop took a moment to look over the device to see if it was functioning correctly and then brought it to Carl's face. "Sir, please blow into the device with a full breath." Carl breathed in, placed his mouth firmly over the breathalyzer and blew. When he finished, the cop brought the device close to his eyes and carefully studied it. "0.03. Alright, everything seems to be in order. Drive safely sir." The police officer handed Carl his things and started walking away. Carl couldn't believe that he made it through that whole ordeal. He wondered if he should tell anyone about this because it makes a great story. "Oh, one more thing Mr. Templeton." The cop had stopped walking towards his car and turned towards Carl. A cold sweat was forming on Carl as he thought what else the cop wanted. "Can you tell me why your penis is out?" Carl's heart stopped dead in his chest as his throat dried up and eyes widened. "Huh?" Was all he was able to say. The cop took out his night stick and used it to carefully remove the t- shirt from Carl's lap. "This penis that you tried to hide miserably with a shirt. Did you think I wouldn't notice your bulge?" Carl looked down at his dick and saw that it was still hard. He couldn't believe that he was still horny. "So why is your cock out?" "Uh...umm...it was h-hot," Carl mumbled. "Was it that hot that you got an erection? Do you know this is public indecency? I can arrest you and you can go to jail and be put on the registered sex offender list." Carl felt like a ghost at this point. He was already dead and everything that was being told to him was irrelevant because he was a corpse. "Do you understand what I'm telling you boy?" The cop brought him back to reality. "Y-yes sir." "Good. Now, I want you to follow me and if you run I will go to your home and make sure everyone knows why I'm arresting you." The cop moved towards his car and Carl watched him start it and start driving away. Carl had another split second idea to just do a U-turn and get out of there. However, what the police officer said to him earlier really scared him. He didn't want Beth or anyone else to find out why he was arrested. He also didn't want to be put on the registered sex offender list. He carefully followed the red tail lights of the squad car, those same lights that he hadn't noticed earlier. At first, the cop was going down the same direction Carl was headed, but then he got off the highway and Carl followed him down the dark road. Finally they arrived at the only lit area for miles; a gas station and motel. The squad car pulled into the motel parking and Carl parked right beside it. Why did the cop bring him all the way out here? The squad car's door opened and the cop climbed out, holding a brown duffel bag in his hand. He looked over at Carl and motioned for him to follow him. Carl's dick was finally limp and he stuffed it back inside his pants. He slowly got out of his car, uneasy about where he was and what was going to happen. Besides his and the cop car, the motel's parking was almost empty except for another car. The motel itself was two stories tall and looked very seedy. A motel this far in the middle of nowhere is used for more than just resting in. Carl slowly walked behind the cop still unaware what he was doing there. They approached the main office which was brightly lit with florescent bulbs. The only person inside was a beautiful, blonde bombshell. Her curly, blonde hair was delicately draped over her slender shoulders. She wore a low cut, spaghetti strap top that flaunted her ample bust. She was leaning on the counter staring down at a newspaper while carefully chewing on a pen with her luscious lips. As they walked inside she took a moment to look up and a sly smile appeared on her face. "Reggie, it's good to see you," she said with the pen still in her mouth. "Good to see you too Darla. I'd like room 204 for the night." "Mmmm not a problem, give me a moment." Darla turned around to grab the room key hanging from the wall. As she stood on her tip toes to grab it Carl noticed a tattoo on her lower back. He couldn't make out what it said but he knew a tattoo on that part of the body was a tramp stamp. "Here you go sugar." Darla handed Reggie the room key as she slowly sucked on the pen. "So who's this?" she asked pointing the pen at Carl. "Just a friend I haven't seen in a while," Reggie said as he started to walk away. "Mmhmm well I need a signature to let the room out." "He can take care of that." Reggie motioned to Carl. Carl took Reggie's hint and walked over to the counter. He saw the paper on the counter that he had to sign but no pen. "Do you have a pen I could use?" Carl asked. "You can use mine," Darla said but she placed her pen inside her cleavage. "Go ahead and take it." She used her arms to squeeze her breasts together to make it more enticing. Carl didn't understand what was going on. What was with this oversexed clerk? He pulled the pen out from between her breasts but was careful not to touch her. Darla giggled as she saw Carl sweat from frustration. He quickly signed the paper and followed Reggie out the door. "Have fun you two," Darla hollered at them. Carl barely registered what she said because he was still worried about what this cop, Reggie, was going to do. He also wondered what was in his duffel bag. They walked up the stairs to room 204 and went inside. The room looked like any other motel room. There was a bed that was made but probably hadn't been washed in ages. A nightstand was next to it with a tiny lamp on top, and an old, boxy television sat on a dresser across from the bed. After Carl walked inside, Reggie closed the door and locked it with the chain latch. Carl stood completely frozen as to what was going on. He didn't understand why a police officer would take him all the way out to a motel in the middle of nowhere. Whatever it was, it wasn't good. Reggie walked over to the bed with the duffel bag and finally Carl spoke. "Officer, what's going on? Why are we out here? Am I under arrest? What the hell is going on?" "Well, since you like jerking on the highway I thought you would like to have some more fun," Reggie said as he dumped the contents of the duffel bag on the bed. Carl was shocked when he saw a pile of panties, skirts, bras, blouses, and other feminine articles. "W-what's that for?" Carl asked nervously. "It's for you to wear while you give me a show." "No way! I'm not into cross dressing." "How would you know if you haven't tried?" "Because it's not me! I don't know what you're playing at but I'm not going along with your sick game!" Carl yelled at Reggie. "Yes you are, especially after I show you this," Reggie pulled his phone out showed it to Carl. As Carl stared at it he saw it was a video of him masturbating in his car. However the angle looked like it was taken from in front of his car. "How'd you get this?" "I have cameras placed around the highway to catch little deviants like you. They record everything to an online database that I can access with my phone. Plus, I have the footage from my dashboard camera as well. So, how would you feel if I posted that all over the internet with your personal information after I arrest you? I'm sure you will hit at least a million views within a day." Carl's heart quickened its pace as his face grew red. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. If he said no, he would lose his job, his girlfriend, and his family and friends would alienate him. But what was the alternative? Going along with this sick bastard? Carl clenched his fists and held his teeth together. "Alright," Carl mumbled through his teeth. "What was that?" "Alright. What do you want me to do?" Carl said clearly. "Simple. Just take these clothes in the bathroom, put them on, and come out here." Carl reluctantly walked towards the bed and scooped up the pile in his arms and slowly made his way to the bathroom. "Remember, I want you to wear a full outfit and I don't want you to have any of the clothes you have on now." As Carl closed the bathroom door behind him he tossed the clothes onto the counter. He quickly pulled out his cell phone and tried to call someone, anyone. However he stopped looking through his contacts when he noticed there was no cell service. He slowly put his phone back in his pocket. He looked around the bathroom and noticed it had no window for him to escape through and nothing for him to fight Reggie with his gun. Carl looked back at the clothes, defeated. He thought back to what Reggie said and realized what he meant. Carl couldn't wear anything he already had on, including his boxers. That meant he had to wear the panties as well. Carl began to take his clothes off starting with his shoes. He chucked them in the corner as he took off his jeans. Next, he pulled off his t-shirt until he was just in his boxers and socks. To put off the inevitable, he slowly took his socks off, one after the other. Finally, he pulled his boxers down until they fell around his feet. Carl was completely naked now. He stared at his 5'4", small frame. He wasn't a hairy man but he did some hair on his chest, arms, legs, and of course his groin. However he kept his pubic hair trimmed for Beth's benefit and because he hoped it would make his dick look bigger. His skin was also relatively smooth since he made sure to lotion every night to prevent dry skin. That meant his hands were also smooth since he barely did any heavy lifting in his life. His shoulders weren't very broad but they couldn't be called muscular. In fact, his whole body was slender and there was very little muscle definition. Carl never worked out so it must have been his genetics that kept him so thin. The only place that the fat seemed to go was to his ass and thighs. Carl's hand filling ass stuck out from his body and he knew Beth loved it. Whenever they had sex she gripped it tightly and loved it when he wore jeans that showed it off. "What's taking so long in there? I'm getting bored," Reggie yelled. Carl came back to his senses and realized where he was. He took a deep breath and decided to go through with it. First, he pulled a pair of pink, cotton panties with a tiny bow from the pile. He bent down a put his feet through the panties and shimmied it up his body. The panties couldn't help nestle themselves between his cheeks and no one could miss the obvious bulge in the front. Carl felt uncomfortable but he couldn't do anything about it. Next he grabbed a thigh-high skirt from the pile to cover himself up. The skirt was ruby red with a white hemline. After he put it on he was glad it covered his panties but not by much because his ass kept peeking from the bottom. Carl needed to complete the outfit so he grabbed a top from the pile. The top was also a ruby red but it had a white strip going across it diagonally. When he put it on he realized it was smaller than he thought because it didn't cover his midriff. The top also did not cover his shoulders with its tiny straps. Finally Carl put on some white thigh-high socks that stopped a few inches below his skirt. "Don't forget about the shoes," Reggie reminded him. He wished Reggie hadn't told him because he dreaded wearing them. They were a pair of white, 4 inch platform heels; stripper shoes. He hesitantly picked them up and sat on the toilet as he tried to put them on. Surprisingly, they fit his feet nicely without any trouble. He wore a size seven and apparently they were the right size for the heels. Carl grabbed the counter to steady himself as he stood up. He took one last look at himself before stepping out of the bathroom. Carl gasped as looked up and down his body. He looked like a preteen girl had taken his place in the mirror. Not only that, he realized that he was wearing a cheerleader's uniform. As he turned around he noticed how big and fuckable his ass looked. If he only saw his ass he would have thought it belonged to a woman. Carl's heart raced as he feared what Reggie wanted with him. He gathered up his courage as he slowly stumbled to the door. He opened it as it creaked loudly and took a step into the room. Reggie was sitting on a chair facing the bed and in front of the television. *whistle* "Hey there sexy." Carl absentmindedly covered his chest with one arm and covered his crotch with his hand. "What do you want?" Carl said looking down at the floor. "Easy; I want you to dance for me." "Dance? But I don't know how to dance." "I'm sure it will come naturally to you. Now, bring that fine ass in front of the bed and put on a good show." Reggie pulled out a tiny remote from his pocket and pressed a button on it. Suddenly, music could be heard coming from a tiny speaker that had Reggie's phone attached to it. Carl recognized the song as "Feeling Good", by Nina Simone, a slow, deep sounding tune. He walked to the foot and turned to face Reggie. Carl was very nervous and embarrassed at the situation so he barely moved from the spot. "Calm on, I want to see those legs move." Carl was jolted by Reggie's comment and he finally built up the nerve to move his legs. However, he was only able to sway side to side and held his arms upright by his side. His gaze was firmly fixed towards the floor and he dared not to look anywhere else. "No, no, with feeling." "I-I'm not sure how to do it," Carl stammered. "Just close your eyes and listen to the music. Let it flow through your body and guide you." Carl just wanted to stop this show but he was afraid of the consequences and if his advice made this go faster then why not. He closed his eyes and tried to block everything out of his mind except for the music. Thoughts of Reggie or the clothes he was wearing were forgotten. Soon, Carl could hear the music clearly as his body soaked it up. This time he started to sway with the rhythm with his hips leading him. His arms slowly rose above his head allowing Reggie a better view of his body. The beat became the only thing that mattered in Carl's life at that moment. It was the song that would get him through this ordeal. As the song sped up a bit, Carl's arms began to move down his body. Starting from his head, Carl's hands began to rub themselves down his body, over his chest, and then down his sides until they ended over his ass. He squeezed his ass as his kneeled down with his legs spread open. He rose back up while he still gripped his ass and then turned around towards the bed. Carl bent forward and put his hands on the bed as he swayed his ass in front of Reggie. As he swayed from left to right, he dipped in the middle each time. Reggie had a great view of Carl's exposed cheeks and the pink panties that were nestled between them. Carl slowly lifted himself up without moving his legs until he was upright, then he turned towards Reggie. "Come closer," Reggie said sensually. Carl's eyes opened but they were glazed over because he was lost in the music. He obeyed Reggie and walked to him, but as he moved he made his legs cross so his ass would sway rhythmically. When he reached Reggie, he turned around almost like he was offering him his ass and then sat on his lap. He used one hand to reach behind and hold onto Reggie's neck for leverage and the other was placed on Reggie's leg. Carl began to rub his ass into Reggie's lap to goad a reaction. Carl's mind had no idea what was happening but his body knew exactly what to do. It was doing its best to make Reggie happy in order to keep Carl safe. There was a distinct bulge forming in Reggie's pants and instead of shying away from it, Carl's body moved closer to it until it was between his ass cheeks. Strangely enough, Reggie's hands never touched Carl and remained at his side. He was more than happy with what was happening. Soon enough, the song finally ended as it faded away. Almost as if a trance had ended Carl realized where he was sitting and what he felt. He quickly jumped off Reggie and stumbled to the bed. He was breathing heavily as his mind raced to figure out how he got in that position. "Wow you put on quite a show," Reggie said as he stood up from the chair. Carl didn't say anything as he brought his legs to his chest and puts his arms around them. "Go ahead and get changed, we're done." After hearing those words, Carl got off the bed and quickly made his way to the bathroom but occasionally stumbled along the way. Once inside he began to strip his clothes off as fast as he could. He threw them aside on the floor and rushed to his own clothes to put them on. When he was done getting dressed he took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror. He had a fearful face on because he was scared at what he might have done. Carl left the bathroom and slowly walked to Reggie but didn't make eye contact with him. "Great job you were wonderful." Again, Carl didn't answer Reggie and remained perfectly still. "Alright, hand me your cell phone for a second." Carl looked up at Reggie with a quizzical look. "Why do you need my phone?" "I wanted to add my number inside it and also get your number so I could schedule another night." Carl's heart died for a second time that night. "What do you mean another night?" "I can't let something beautiful like this end. I want to see more of you so we can have more fun." There was no way he was going to do this again. Carl was not going to have another embarrassing night. He didn't care about the consequences because they were better than this. "Hell no! I'm not doing this again and I don't care what you do!" Carl yelled. "Well, how do you think people would feel if they saw this little show?" "They never will see it." "Oh I beg to differ," Reggie held up his phone to Carl. He looked at it and was surprised to see it was a video of him dancing for Reggie. Carl was the only one in the video and he could easily make out his face. He was shocked to see how sexy he was at dancing, almost like he was a stripper. "How did you record this?!" "See that desk over there?" Reggie pointed at a desk at the back-right corner of the room. "There's a tiny camera I placed over there that wirelessly records to my cell phone, just like the highway cameras. Here's how this goes: I can arrest you for public indecency and post this video online, or we can continue what we did tonight. If you notice in the video, I'm not in it so it won't come back to me. What do you want to do?" Carl's whole body felt numb. He couldn't believe the sharp turn his life took and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. He slowly took his phone out of his pocket and gave it Reggie. After exchanging numbers, Carl and Reggie left the motel room and headed for their cars. "I'll call you sometime this week so be ready to drop anything you're doing. Bye." Reggie got in his car and drove away from the motel. Carl sat in his car for a little bit deciding if he should even go back home. He looked at the time and saw that it was six and he still had to drive 30 minutes until he got home. The drive home was a blur as he sped down the highway, not caring what would happen to him. Thoughts of what happened were racing through his mind and he was worried about what the future would bring. How many more times was he going to have to do this until it was over? Carl finally got back home with no other problems. He lived in a two bedroom apartment with Beth that they had been sharing for three years. He didn't want to wake her so he slowly crept into the apartment and undressed himself for bed. When he looked at the bed he saw her sleeping peacefully. It made him feel even worse for what he did earlier. Did what he do be considered cheating? He didn't want to think about it anymore so he slowly crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. Carl quickly fell asleep because he was both physically and mentally tired. All of his worries were gone for the brief hours he slept and they wouldn't bother him again until he woke up. The silly mistake Carl had made would soon come to haunt him as he gets closer to his new friend. To be continued