The Raid (Patreon)

I went over the Grindr conversation again in my head. I complimented him for his tight, muscular body. He said it came with the job. He said he was "in law enforcement". I said "fuck the police" jokingly, with smiley and all. He promised to fuck me back so hard I couldn't walk for days, and that he would bring some friends with him to help out. Looking through the peephole in the door I was in a Schrödinger box, both panicking and being excitedly horny. If only I knew which one was appropriate. If it was the good kind of fucked they would leave if I didn't open the door, but if it was the bad kind they would probably get in anyway. Wrong scientist, I realized. This was Pascal's wager, but with cop dicks.