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One of your anons said the classic Vegas wedding right. But what if instead of it being Travis’ wedding. It’s Laura’s.

Bachelorette party. They hired male strippers. Travis shows up on a noise complaint. Emma opens the door, “Oh, he’s a little older than his picture. You sure this is the guy Kaitlyn?” Her friend holds up a picture, a guy in a police costume with dark eyes. “I mean, yeah.”

Travis’ complaints are falling on deaf ears, he gets pulled into the house by the girls. It’s a small party and he’s trying to figure out how such tiny women can make such loud noises. “Ma’am’s? I’m not your entertainment… I’m a police officer-” Emma scoffed, she pulled his tie loose. “Yeah, less talking more gyrating.”

Travis was trying to focus on batting hands away, he jerked when he felt hands on his utility belt. He held his hands up immediately when the familiar weight of his handgun was gone. He looked over his shoulder at the blonde with beautiful blue eyes. She smiled as she pointed his loaded gun at him.

“Hey! No more struggling and strip…” She leaned in, “Sheriff Hackett.” He couldn’t make any noise or muster up a sentence. All the blood rushed from his brain into his dick.

During some of his past relationships, he’s been told he was a show-er and a grow-er. Kaitlyn whistled, “Abi! Take some pictures!”

Emma smiled, she leaned in to finish undoing Travis’ buttons on his shirt. “See look, we wouldn’t have had to hold you at gun point if you listened. Now it’s not a surprise and the bridesmaid has to watch you get ready.”

Travis heard nothing she said, the blood was still traveling south in his body. He wondered if he was going to pass out. His dark gaze never left those blue depths across from him. She’s going to be married. Gotta be one lucky son of a bitch.

“Alright we’re getting somewhere.” She smiled and twirled the gun on her finger. Travis knew she wouldn’t be doing that if she knew that it was loaded. He was sure she’d drop it and it would go off and hurt someone.

“Aren’t your clothes supposed to rip off? Jesus!” He glared at the woman still handling his person, “Hey, don’t frown at Emma. She’s gone through all this trouble because you didn’t show up properly. How was he supposed to be dressed Kaitlyn?”

The dark haired woman peered down at her phone screen, “I said something easily removable. Arms are supposed to be shown. He’s not even oiled up! Don’t tell me you’re not in a Speedo either?”

Travis’ eyes widened comically, Emma pulled his top off, he felt his radio hanging by his ankle. The damage done to his equipment is already going to be expensive. “The undershirt is nicely strained. At least he works out like they said. Come feel Laura.” Travis braved himself and it made his pecs harden up as he flexed.

Laura ran her hand across his chest and must’ve had her approval because- his thoughts were interrupted by the breeze assaulting him. He looked down, his shirt was torn off. Just like that. “Pants. Off. I’ll hit you with this.” She waved his gun at him.

Travis wondered why no one was on the radio, where was dispatch? Where was his fucking deputies? What the hell was going on? He took a shaky breath as he undid his belt buckle, he looked around at the four sets of eyes watching him like a hawk. “Honestly, I’m not lying to you. I am a real cop.”

Kaitlyn nudged Abi in the side, “This guy is such a complainer. I thought dudes peacock at a chance to show off their dicks?” Abi’s face flamed up, she shrugged and looked away, “Maybe he’s shy?”

Emma laughed at that, she looked to Laura, “This is your gift babe. Make him strip.” She started a chant that Kaitlyn joined in. Travis tried pleading now, “Ma’am, I’m sure you’re a nice young lady. But this goes against like several laws… I’ll forget about it and leave if I don’t have to continue.”

He watched her press the end of the barrel to her chin, she tapped it as she made an exaggerated hum noise. “Yeah no. But it is my gift. So, I’ll let you give me a private dance.” Travis knew he could overpower the woman, and the other women could call the police and realize that he was telling the truth but she seemed excited to see him. Me. She wants to see me naked.

He followed her into the bedroom. Kaitlyn, Emma, and Abi turned up the music while they busied themselves with making drinks. Kaitlyn answered the door and her eyes widened. “Hey, I’m Johnny Law and one of you ladies have been a bad girl.”

Emma’s eyes widened as she looked down the hall to the bedroom. Abi covered her mouth as Kaitlyn stared at the young guy in front of them. “Uh, yes… we’ll be out here. You can entertain us.” The man smiled as he walked in spinning plastic handcuffs around his finger.

Meanwhile, Travis was in his boxer briefs with his hands clasped over his bulge. Laura made a show to yawn, “I’m going to write a long message to your boss. I don’t feel sexy right now, Sheriff Hackett.” Travis looked at her with a scowl, “Would you please stop waving the gun around? And I will I don’t know… talk to you?”

She laughed, she stopped and looked at him before laughing again. “Talk to me? No. You’re supposed to be stripping and dancing. I don’t know. Touching me. Making me feel sexy. Making me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be getting married. You’re doing none of those things.” She pointed the gun at his hands, “Use those big hands and your imagination.”

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?! He wanted to yell at her. He took a deep breath before slowly raising his hands to put them on her shoulders. She wasn’t even looking at his face, she was staring directly at her crotch. “How much extra would it be if I want you completely naked?” He immediately stilled, he wanted to wrestle her for the gun now. “Uh… I don’t do that?”

Laura hummed again then smiled, “But I’m the one with the gun. Off.” She lowered the gun and raised it. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, he slowly inched them down and bent down as he pushed the fabric to his ankles. He stepped out of them before standing up straight.

Her eyes didn’t give off any emotion or tell in the beginning. But he watched her pupils eat all the color from her irises. She looked at him like he was a full course meal spread out in front her. It’s as if she hasn’t eaten in several years. He watched her pink tongue swirl around her lips. She reached out to touch him and his hand caught her wrist.

She pouted as her dark eyes met his. “If this is happening. You’re getting naked too. I… I’m not going to be the only one undressed. And-” He caught her other wrist, he brought both arms to one hand easily. “The gun is on the dresser… and I know you have the handcuffs. Give me them.”

Laura wiggled her arms and scowled at the tight, unforgiving grip. “This is not fair. It’s my party. Why don’t we negotiate? I will give you all of that but you have to do me a favor… deal?” Travis looked down at the woman sitting on the edge of the bed, “What is the favor?” Laura grinned up at him, “You get to fuck me. My… Max wanted us to be apart until the wedding night… and a girl has needs. And you look like you can fill every need I have.”

Travis thought about it briefly, his eyes traced over her form. She was in a short red dress, her feet were bare. He felt her toes run up the inside of his ankle, that would ruin a marriage potentially. I can’t ruin a marriage can I? Fuck it.

He nodded with a gruff voice, “Deal.”

Chris paced in front of the door as Deputy Jon Kilmer knocked. A young woman opened the door, “Hello?” Chris looked down at her, “Where is Sheriff Hackett?” He barked at her. She held her hand up to his face then pinched her fingers closed. “You don’t have a badge or a uniform. Don’t talk to me.”

Chris stood in shock and bewilderment. The dark haired woman walked off and left her red headed mate. Jon shifted, he looked at the redhead, “Erm, my Sheriff’s car is outside. And he was dispatched here nearly four hours ago. Have you seen him?” The redhead didn’t meet their eyes, “Uh! Emma! Where’s the other guy?”

Some classically pretty girl stepped in front of them, she had to be Emma. “Oh, the other guy. He had a mean face, dark eyes, pale like a vampire? But tall?” Chris slowly nodded, “Yes.” Jon reaffirmed it. “Oh, he’s in the back room. Just take this left and it’s the last door.”

Jon and Chris eased down the hall, Jon’s hand gripped the knob and slowly opened it. Both he and Chris’ eyes widened as the stared at the scene in front of them.

Travis was on his knees, his right hand tangled in blonde hair. His left hand gripping the chain that connected the handcuffs. The woman’s arms were behind her back. Her knees were spread wide on the bed. The only thing that seemed to keep her from falling on her face into the mattress was his grip on her hair and her body on his dick.

The woman had tear lines of mascara running down her cheeks and a dopamine smile stretched across her face. Her eyes looked like they were rolled to the back of her head. She looked like a well used fuck doll.

Both of them were covered in sweat, she seemed to realize he stopped moving. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she tried to force them open, “Why’d… you stop?” Travis stared at his brother and his deputy, “Uh, ma’am… this is my brother and my employee-”

Emma rushed to the back and she snapped a quick picture on her phone. Just of Travis and Laura’s face. It could be made out what they were doing, or it couldn’t. Depended on the person, “By the way Laura he’s a real cop! But you look like you had fun!” Travis looked down at the back of the girls head that he had a decent grip on. She shifted back against him and moaned softly, “Oh, I’m going to be in some trouble… this is going to be a lot of paperwork.”

Chris and Jon shut the door, Chris turned to Jon, he looked at him. “We haven’t seen him. He checked on the noise complaint and went patrolling.” Jon nodded, “We haven’t seen him. He checked on the noise complaint and went patrolling.” Chris blinked trying to remove the image from his head, Jon cleared his throat, “She should be in pain… that looked like a lot.” Chris cringed, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Travis sat at his desk, he rustled through various mails, letters, articles, and faxes the station was sent. He found a pink envelope with feminine writing. He raised his brow as he unfolded the paper that was stored inside.

His eyes followed the letter:

Hey Sheriff Hackett,

Uh, this is weird probably. But I mean I can’t call 911 to have a conversation with you. But… I’m rambling. Anyway, I think it was for the best that we did what we did for 5 delicious hours.

My… Max is my husband… he was going to be my husband. I’m uh, single now. Again. And I just feel like, telling you. I want to get to know you and maybe… maybe we do what we did again.

Anyway, here’s my number 929-xxx-xxxx

Laura

Travis had a slight smile curl up on his face as he saved the number in his phone.

IM FINE

PLEASE TELL ME HE CALLS HER AND THEY END UP GETTING TOGETHER IN THE END GJSNGJAGNSNGJ

#I can just imagine T’s pure panic and confusion at being held on gun point and told to undress 😂😂😂😂#gods I wanna print this fic and lay on it 😂😂😂😂😂#so good #fics #travisxlaura #hackearney #ask #anon #the talent in this fandom 😭😭😭😭

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