Adventures in Petty Theft part II [MF] [BLACKMAIL] [DUBCON]

Part one of this story can be found here: [Adventures in Petty Theft Part I](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ieqxdc/adventures_in_petty_theft_mmmf_dubcon_blackmail/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf).

I’m not going to force you to read it first or anything, I’m not your real Dad. But you might want to.

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Maddie had been lead, self consciously down a long, narrow corridor and when she realised she was headed through to the front desk area she protested.

“But I’m naked” she had wailed,
“I know” the detective replied, not turning around.
She was relieved to find that the reception area was largely deserted. A uniformed cop sat on a swivel chair, lazily pivoting in half circles and as she approached he smirked, looking her body up & down.

“Miss Vibrato, what a pleasure” he grinned, like a wolf.
The detective pushed her forward towards the uniform cop’s desk and stood close behind her, grabbing one of her ass cheeks roughly, working a finger in so it pressed against the opening of her ass. He used his other hand to yank her hair back roughly and spoke softly into her ear,

Adventures in Petty Theft [MMMF] [Dubcon] [blackmail] [cops]

Even though she was sitting in a police interview room, Maddie was feeling confident and smug. It seemed as though her father’s advice was working.
“If you’re ever picked up by the cops, don’t tell ‘em nuthin” he had said,
“Wait till they bring in someone important, someone who can make decisions. Then tell them who your father is.”
So, when she’d been picked up for stealing cosmetics at the MAC counter she had stonewalled the uniformed cops who attended the store and waited until she was sitting in front of a plain clothes cop before she said anything at all.
“Do you know who I am?” She asked, glaring at the cop defiantly.
“Ohhhh, she speaks” the cop laughed, but she continued undaunted.
“I’m Tony Vibrato’s daughter” she told him, resting her case. The cop’s eyebrow raised and his tone changed immediately.
“Oh you are, are you?” He said and she nodded. “Well that’s very interesting indeed. I apologise for this inconvenience Ms Vibrato, but I’ll need you to wait here” he told her.
“Ok” she replied and folded her arms on the table to wait. The cop left the room, closing the door behind him.

Don’t Call Me Sir [MF] [Public] [Humiliation] [Teacher/Student]

** This was entirely typed on a phone. Please forgive any typos.**

Hannah quickly finished her iced tea and hurried to the counter of the cafe to pay. She’d been so distracted by her pre-class reading that she’d failed to notice she was now late for her lecture. When she’d chosen the subject, “eroticism in literature” she had expected the content to be of a sexual nature. What she hadn’t counted on was her lecturer’s seeming delight in making an already salacious topic verge in pornographic.

After their second lecture, during which he happily admitted masturbating to Anaïs Nin as a teenager he had ask the class to find an erotic passage of prose to bring to the next class:
“Gentlemen! Bring me the writing that makes your cock engorged and your voice thick with lust. Ladies, I want what makes your cunt wet and ache to be filled”.
This drew shocked gasps and nervous laughter from the class, and the lecturer continued: “how can you complete a course on erotic writing if you cannot even admit it when you find a piece of writing erotic? This is not a class for prudes. If you are a prude please excuse yourself immediately. This is a class for the hot blooded, it is a class for lovers!”