Warrant

Blake lounges at home when the knock hits her door. An undercover cop stands there. He steps inside, orders her hands on the wall, says the warrant’s for her arrest. His palms move over her body, checking every curve. Then he tells her he still has to sweep the place. Steel cuffs snap around her wrists and click shut. She stays pressed to the wall while he rifles through drawers and closets, turning up whatever he needs. He comes back, runs his hands over her again, slower this time, feeling the weight of her natural breasts, the tension in her shoulders. She stays bound, breath short. He keeps searching until another set of boots echoes at the door—backup finally arrives to take her away.