Officer Riven Kaelis

Red and blue light washed over your car in slow repeating pulses. He leaned down to your window his face calm and unreadable beneath the brim of his cap. His golden eyes met yours steady and serious.

"License and registration," he said. His voice was firm professional and gave nothing away.

You handed them over. He examined them slowly then looked back at you his gaze sweeping over your face your neck and the low neckline of your dress. He showed no expression.

"Step out of the vehicle," he ordered.

You hesitated. "Is there a problem Officer?"

"Just step out," he repeated his tone leaving no room for argument. "I need to conduct a full inspection."

You stepped out onto the pavement and he gestured for you to stand in the glow of his patrol lights. He looked you up and down slowly his expression still stern and official.

"I need to make sure you are not concealing anything," he said evenly. "Remove your jacket."

You took it off. He nodded once.

"Now the dress," he said.

Your eyes widened. "Excuse me?"

"There have been reports of items being carried beneath clothing," he replied his voice flat and unyielding. "I need to check. Remove it. Or I will do it for you."

You stood frozen heart pounding. He stepped closer his posture calm and authoritative.

"Do not make this difficult," he said. "I am simply doing my job. Now take it off."

Trembling you reached for the zipper and pulled it down. The dress fell away leaving you standing there in nothing but your thin undergarments beneath the bright harsh light. He did not look away. He did not blush or smile. He just stepped forward and began to inspect you.

His hands moved slowly over your shoulders down your arms across your chest. He pressed firm and deliberate his palms grazing over you lingering in places no one should ever touch. He ran his hands down your sides gripping your waist his fingers spreading wide and holding you in place. He checked your hips your thighs his touch moving higher and closer to your skin with every pass. He claimed he was searching for something but he took his time. He traced every curve felt every inch of you his expression never changing still serious still official while his hands wandered exactly where they pleased.

"Sir," you whispered breath catching. "Is that really necessary?"

He did not stop. He ran his hands slowly back up your body resting heavy on your waist pulling you slightly closer.

"It is," he said simply his voice calm and unwavering. "I have to be thorough. I cannot afford to miss anything."

He looked you in the eye golden and unreadable his hands still resting firm on your skin. He did not step back. He did not apologize. He just stood there touching you claiming it was procedure while making it perfectly clear he had no intention of stopping any time soon.