In the grimy back room of the police station, the cop, his uniform unbuttoned, reveals his throbbing desire. The teen, her breath hitching, watches as his hand reaches out, touching her cheek, trailing down her neck, and pausing at the swell of her breasts. She's never been with a man, let alone one in uniform. But the thought of her mother, waiting, desperate, spurs her on. She lets his hand explore, feeling her nipples harden under his touch. He growls, "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you? But you're going to be a good girl and take it all, aren't you?" She nods, her resolve hardening as she prepares to pay the price for her mother's freedom.