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I knew who he was the minute he walked into the store. He might not have recognized me, but I recognized him as one of my little sister's friends. We saw him when he was working crowd control as a police reservist. He threw a six pack of cheap beer on the counter and handed me some cash.
"I'll need to see some ID for that," I told him. I knew he was over 18 but figured he was still under 21.
"I don't have any," he said, confirming to me he was under 21.
"No ID, no beer, I told him.
"Please, I won't tell anyone," he begged.
"I know the cops are using 18, 19, and 20 year olds to try to buy and make arrests, and you fit the bill perfectly," I told him.
"I'm not a cop, or working with the cops," he lied.
"Are you willing to prove it?" I asked.
"How?" He answered.
I walked from behind the counter and pulled him to the back of the store to a spot where there were no security cameras. I pushed him against the wall, and whispered in his ear, "If you let me cum inside you, I'll know you're not a cop."
I spit on my cock before shoving it in him, because I'm not a monster. It was tougher to get in him than I expected. He may have been a virgin. After I finished inside him, I walked back to the counter as he pulled up his jeans. I put a six pack of Heineken 0.0 in a bag and handed it to him. "On the house," I said, smiling.
Sure enough, about a minute after he waled out the door, five cops and an alcohol inspector burst into the store, telling me I had just sold alcohol to a minor. I asked the cop who was about to arrest me if he had any proof of that, because I had closed-circuit video footage that would prove I did not. That's when he reached into the bag and pulled out the six-pack I had given the boy.
The alcohol inspector immediately recognized the non-alcoholic beer, swore, and told the cops not to arrest me. I grabbed the boy before he walked out and told him if he didn't want me to make a complaint to the police about him, he'd be back the next day to take care of me.
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I knew who he was the minute he walked into the store. He might not have recognized me, but I recognized him as one of my little sister's friends. We saw him when he was working crowd control as a police reservist. He threw a six pack of cheap beer on the counter and handed me some cash.
"I'll need to see some ID for that," I told him. I knew he was over 18 but figured he was still under 21.
"I don't have any," he said, confirming to me he was under 21.
"No ID, no beer, I told him.
"Please, I won't tell anyone," he begged.
"I know the cops are using 18, 19, and 20 year olds to try to buy and make arrests, and you fit the bill perfectly," I told him.
"I'm not a cop, or working with the cops," he lied.
"Are you willing to prove it?" I asked.
"How?" He answered.
I walked from behind the counter and pulled him to the back of the store to a spot where there were no security cameras. I pushed him against the wall, and whispered in his ear, "If you let me cum inside you, I'll know you're not a cop."
I spit on my cock before shoving it in him, because I'm not a monster. It was tougher to get in him than I expected. He may have been a virgin. After I finished inside him, I walked back to the counter as he pulled up his jeans. I put a six pack of Heineken 0.0 in a bag and handed it to him. "On the house," I said, smiling.
Sure enough, about a minute after he waled out the door, five cops and an alcohol inspector burst into the store, telling me I had just sold alcohol to a minor. I asked the cop who was about to arrest me if he had any proof of that, because I had closed-circuit video footage that would prove I did not. That's when he reached into the bag and pulled out the six-pack I had given the boy.
The alcohol inspector immediately recognized the non-alcoholic beer, swore, and told the cops not to arrest me. I grabbed the boy before he walked out and told him if he didn't want me to make a complaint to the police about him, he'd be back the next day to take care of me.
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