Female Coppers

I decided to report yesterday's flashing incident to the police. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I figured that Tower Hamlets Council should know there’s a pervert in their midst.

Amount of time it took the police to arrive regarding the flashing 0.5 hours.
Amount of time it took the police to arrive when all four of my car windows were smashed a fortnight ago: 5.0 hours.

Anyhow, so these two female coppers arrive at my place. One of the coppers is hot. Smokin’ hot. Too pretty to be a police officer – I know, that’s a sexist thing to say, but if a flasher came after me again with his cock a-blazin’ when she showed up it would make his cock even harder. And he’d probably cum on her.

Seriously, if I have to deal with female coppers, I want big no-nonsense bull-dyke helping me out.

Hot Cop was 5 foot 8 inches (172cm), blond with hair pulled back. She had dimples, and sweet face. She was the Marsha Brady-type but even better looking. Her speaking voice was stern. Maybe a bit overly-stern to compensate for her looks. I couldn’t figure out why she was a cop and not doing commercials or hosting GMTV?

So Hot Cop and her sidekick questioned me for ten minutes. They took a description of the flasher. They didn’t bother asking me if he was circumcised or not. He was uncircumcised, for the record.

They thanked me for my cooperation and left shortly after that and told me to expect a call from victim services.

The Shoreditch Flasher

I went for a job interview today in Shoreditch. Outfit, hair, shoes, all looking perfect. As I rang the buzzer to enter the building where I was interviewing a man walked past me. visibly grabbed his crotch. He licked his lips and nodded his head.

My first though: ew! My second thought: Well, guess this means look sexy. My third thought: Can I blog about this?

The man circled around a dumpster (skip) and walked into the street. He looked shifty. He was medium-build black man wearing a striped brown jumper and brown trousers.

For whatever reason I had to wait several minutes before the person that was interviewing me let in the building.

I waited. And waited. I checked my e-mail on my phone. I looked around at the area. I suddenly saw that weird guy walking towards me. “Here we go again.” I thought. He’s gonna hit on me. I’m going to have to go through the who spiel about how I have a boyfriend and I’m not looking for a “friend.” How he can’t have my number and how I don’t want his number.

Instead of that, he charged toward me. He pulled down his trousers and his underwear and there was his big black erect cock. I was sooooo not expecting that.

“Pervert! Pervert!”

I screamed.

He immediately turned around ran up the street. Seconds later, my interviewer exited the building.

“Anjelika great to see you. Let’s go to the coffee shop on the corner, shall we?”

The only response I could muster was, “Oh my God. I was just flashed!”