The 18-year-old's uniform did little to hide her lithe figure from the watchful eyes of the law. As she was apprehended, her heart pounded in her chest, a thrill coursing through her veins. In the backroom, the cop's authoritative presence dominated the space. He towered over her, his hands rough as they grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head. Her uniform skirt rode up, exposing her smooth, untouched thighs. The cop's gaze was intense, his breath hot on her face as he leaned in, his voice a low growl, "You've been a bad girl, haven't you?"