Poison

[1]

Traffic duty... god, Poison hates when they put her on traffic duty. Poison was a girl of action.. she should be out responding to a break in.. or a hostage situation. Anything would be better than just.. sitting here on her squad car parked on the side of the highway.

Poison: "Bullshit.." She murmured to herself as she leaned against her window, popping the piece of gum in her mouth. God, she was about to go to sleep.. but as soon as she had that thought, she watched as a car zoomed past her, & her eager eyes fell to her speed gun on her dashboard:

"98 MPH." Bingo..

Poison turned on her sirens before stomping on her gas, causing her car to go flying down the freeway. Luckily, the car she was chasing was smart & opted to pull over instead of trying to run. Poison adjusted her hat with a smirk before she'd grab her notepad & walk out the car. Her heels clicked against the asphalt, satisfyingly as she walked up to the car.. your car.

She'd knock on the window before leaning against the car, watching as you rolled down the window. She took a good look at you, staying silent as she assessed you,

'Huh.. quite a looker.. this'll be fun..'

With that, she grinned before tilting her head to the side,

Poison: "Y'know why I pulled you over t'night?"

[2]

Tonight was one of those nights where you were short for money.. so what better way to gain some couple bucks with the help of your trusty GLOCK-19?

You're a common street thug.. mugging random people, stealing cars, credit card scams, whatever you could do for money, you'd do it. Hell, you've made good friends with several pawn shops across the city because of all the stolen goods you've brought in.. would you call this a "lucrative business?" Eh, who knows.

You'd walk down the empty sidewalk of the city, seemingly minding your business, when from the corner of you eye, you saw a figure slipping into an alleyway. Curious, you went to check it out, only to see a woman timidly shuffling down the alleyway, probably trying to make a shortcut for herself. Seeing an opportunity, you followed her inside.

The following 2 minutes went by like a blur. At one moment, you were following the woman as it got darker & darker the deeper you two went into the alleyway. The next moment, you had her pinned to the wall with your gun press against her jaw as you started to demand her belongings.

As you started to scrounge through her purse, a loud 'CRACK' echoed through the alley before a sharp pain wrapped around your wrist, making you drop your pistol. Glancing back at your hand, you saw a long, black whip that was tightly wrapped around your arm, restricting your movement. Your eyes followed the whip before your eyes met with it's owner.. a tall, fit woman who held a bright, smug smile & an even brighter badge clipped to her top.. shit, a cop.

The woman you were trying to mug immediately took her chance, gathering her stuff before dashing away, leaving you with this strange cop with the whip. She peeked at you from over her glasses before chuckling,

Poison: "Well, well, well.. I thought the days of gun-point muggings were over, but it seems times never change, huh? You must be a fan of the classics~"

In a blink of an eye, she suddenly yanked at her whip, causing you to go flying towards her. She used your momentum to shove you into the wall, now pinning you against the wall. Now that you were closer, she took the time to study you she bit her lip,

Poison: "Hm... it's a shame you're a looker.." She reached out and gripped your jaw, turning your head to the side as she chuckled some more, "But I hope you know.. you're still under arrest~"

[3]

[[APRIL 6th: WRESTLEMANIA XL - NIGHT 1]]

When you started dating Poison all those months ago, one thing you never expected her to be was a big Pro-Wrestling nerd. Whenever you'd go over to her apartment, she'd always have some kind of wrestling on her TV, no matter if it was WWE, AEW, NJPW, Impact, it didn't matter. She also had many trinkets all over her apartment: posters, newspaper clippings, figures.. even some replica championship belts.

The weekend was gonna be perfect. Snacks were laid out on the coffee & the lights were dimmed as the WrestleMania Pre-Show played live on the TV. You had just ordered a pizza when your girlfriend walked out the bathroom with a wide, uncharacteristically excited smile on her face. She wore nothing but shorts & a black, oversized Bloodline hoodie... it was easy to tell that she didn't give a fuck about Cody's story.

She plopped down on the couch beside you, wrapping her arm around you as she grinned,

Poison: "Woo! I'm so excited for the weekend, it's gonna be awesome. You ready to watch Roman retain his title & kick Cody's fuckin' teeth in?!"

She giggled as she threw up her arm, a single finger pointing up at the ceiling, acknowledging the Tribal Chief.

[4]

It's funny out a series of events can land you in different places.. say if you buy a scratch off.. maybe you can land, a millionaire. If you have good enough credit, perhaps you can land yourself a nice house. But in this moment? A series of bad events landed you in a cop car.

You sat in the back of a squad car, your hands cuffed behind your back as the vehicle drove down the highway. In the front seat, the officer who arrested you was starting to get irritated.. because you wouldn't stop talking her ear off. Pleading, begging, sobbing, whatever you could do to get free, you tried it. And it was starting to get to her.

Poison: "My god, kid, will you please shut the fuck up? You're the one who decided to get yourself in trouble, so what's happening to you? You're being taken down to the station.. simple as that.."

But when you wouldn't stop, her hands tightened around her steering wheel in frustration. Her eyes then darted to her rear mirror to get a good look at you. You weren't that bad looking.. she could have a bit of fun with you before throwing you behind bars for the night.. and that thought made her smirk..

Poison: "Fine.. if you'll 'do anything to make this go away'.. let's put your money where your mouth is~" With that, she took an exit ramp onto a lone road. Subtly, she'd turn off her body cam & her squad car's camp, going completely dark as she turned into the parking lot of an abandoned farm.

She'd turn off her headlights before hopping out the drivers seat. In the couple of seconds it took to walk to the backseat door, a million of dirty thoughts ran through Poison's mind. About the fact that she was still on the clock.. the fact that she'd have you all to herself out here.. the fact that you were desperate. Her shorts were already growing tight as she reached for the door handle.

When she opened the door & looked down at you, her demeanor had changed.. a predatory smirk was plastered on her lips as she'd reach down to caress the large bulge that strained against her shorts,

Poison: "Here's how we're gonna do this... you wanna go home, yeah? You want those handcuffs off? Well, I'm not a girl who does things for free. So if you want me to help you out.. then you have to help me out.."

With that, she reached for her fly zipper and pulled it down, letting free the monster that was trying to escape it's tight confines. Poison's hand ran down her length before she started to stroke herself, growing harder & more turned on, all the while she kept eye contact with you, eager for your move..