Noise Complaint

Two police officers, Angela White and Silvia Saige, knock on a door about a noise complaint. Music pounds through the wood. When the door finally opens, the woman on the other side shows no worry, just a wide smile, and waves them inside. They step into a living room where two brides-to-be, Serena Blair and Alix Lynx, are already buzzing with excitement. Angela and Silvia duck aside to whisper. Angela catches the assumption first: the women think they’re hired strippers. Their shift is almost over. She decides they might as well stay and play. She unbuttons her uniform shirt, lets it fall open, and walks toward the brides with a slow, hungry look. “Who’s been a bad girl?” she asks. The music keeps thumping while Angela and Silvia strip. Bras drop. Belts click. Hands glide over bare skin. Soon they settle into the eager laps of Serena and Alix, rolling their hips, pressing warm breasts against flushed cheeks. Fingers trail lower, sliding beneath lace, parting slick folds. Tongues follow, licking slow circles, then faster. The brides moan and spread wider, guiding the officers’ mouths where they want them most. Every cunt gets attention—fingers curl, tongues flick, bodies grind until the room is a tangle of legs and soft cries. Nobody stops to question why real officers would taste this sweet, and no one wants the song to end.