Teaser: "Fake ID" [Working Title]
#3 of Teasers
So, it's been a while since I've uploaded something, huh? I've had quite a rough go at it, as I'm sure is the case for many. I'm gonna try to pick the pen back up to try to deal with some of the stuff, if for no other reason that to give me something to actually do. I've got a long list of fairly generic smut ideas, not a lot too original, but to create content is to create content. I want to write some more wider audience stuff, rather than just porn, but that'll come with time and practice.
About the piece itself: a bouncer catches a teen with a fake ID and abuses his position of informational power. Nothing too crazy, but a fun fantasy nonetheless.
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Word Count: 683
"Step out of line, ma'am," the german shepherd said down to the smaller version of himself, before leaning into his walkie talkie, "I need someone to come to the door."
The highschooler's heart dropped into her stomach, which threatened to empty itself through her mouth. She'd been so sure that the stolen ID was a perfect match, but something had tipped the bouncer off. "What -- What's the issue?" the fellow shepherd asked with a curious tilt to her head. She tried to keep her ears and tail in check, but they betrayed her nervousness to the experienced security personnel.
"Don't play sweet, honey. This isn't yours." He tucked the ID in question into his pocket. "Thanks," he said back into the radio when someone said that they were on their way. "I said, step out of line, ma'am. Someone will be here to take over in just a minute." When he reached out to open-handed guide her to the side, she didn't resist. Her ears had folded straight back and her tail tucked fully, now. It wasn't any use trying to fight it.
"How'd you know?"
"This is my wife's." The bouncer held up his hand to show the wedding band. "You got this from some pawn shop over in the north part of town, right?" Her stunned silence was enough for him to shake his head and turn back to the line.
His backup arrived a minute later, and he patted the pitbull on the shoulder twice before he turned back to the offender. He motioned with his thumb into the club, and she followed with her head down.
They passed through a crowd of patrons dense enough to make following the security guard a bit of a challenge. It was enough to tempt her to try to steal away in the dark mixing of bodies, but ultimately the dog was too honest. Not enough to rat on her source -- though if the man knew that she got it from a pawn shop, it probably wouldn't take Sherlock Holmes to deduce that her vixen friend had sold her the card -- but when she was caught, she was caught. She'd probably get out of this relatively unscathed if she complied, she figured.
The pair slipped through a thick and heavy metal door that the gentleman opened with a keycard then held open for the culprit to go through. She started slightly when it closed behind her with a clang, then took a quick look around. The hallway was short and concrete, with a few lockers and workplace posters. She was directed into an office labeled "SECURITY" and then into a seat across a messy desk with an array of monitors on it. She could see the pitbull who'd taken over at the front, and realized that she'd been on that monitor, and that it was probably recorded.
"So."
The elder shepherd plopped into the torn-pleather office chair and sighed.
"You're not going to squeal, are you?" He smiled a little when he said this.
"No, I'm -- I'm sorry, I'll take whatever punishment --" She was interrupted by his hand being held up.
"I figured. You're a good girl, aren't you? Not something you'd normally do, but a friend at a pawn shop gave you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Happens a lot, actually." The grin spread to show off his sharp off-whites when his perp shook her head with ears and tail tucked extra tight.
"Right. This is how this is going down. I'm going to undo my pants, and you're going to suck my cock, and I'll even call you a cab to go home afterwards. I better not see you around here for another, what, three or four years?" He gestured towards her with a wave for a response, but she was stunned. What did he just say? she must be thinking.
"Alternatively, I call the cops, who'll find out who your parents are, and they'll all get to decide your fate, which could be a lot worse than getting a dose of protein. So, what'll it be, toots?"