Trapped by the Officer I Ordered

Prologue

I ordered a Male Model at the bar.

He had a broad chest, perky butt, and a great figure.

In the private room, I looked at his handsome face, feeling slightly nervous.

"Um... should we have some of that to relax? I have some good stuff here!"

His face changed slightly.

"You have stuff?"

I nodded eagerly.

"Yeah! What kind do you like? Strong or mild?"

He took a deep breath.

"Strong one."

I agreed happily.

Five minutes later, I pushed open the private room door excitedly.

The next second, a gun pressed against my forehead.

The Male Model looked at me, his eyes deep and somber.

"Suspected of drug possession. Caught red-handed. What else do you have to say?"

I clutched my treasured 1982 Lafite, completely stunned.

"Cheers?"