The bus let out a screech, and the doors opened. I didn't care to watch more pedestrians shuffle onto the bus, but one lady parked herself in front of me. Even minding my own business, her ass filled my vision, covered by a pair of tight black yoga pants. Immediately, I felt my cock stir, a direct violation of the law. <No erections in public,> I mentally reminded myself, but I had no control. Now, I needed to hide it, before a damn succubus noticed the criminal activity in my trousers.
First, I had to get myself away from the source of my trouble. At the very next stop, I stood and pushed my way through the doors. My cock throbbed painfully, the mental image of her ass and those pants still vivid in my head. I was now on the streets, awkwardly hiding my erection with my hand. What now? I was close enough to my office to make it, as long as I wasn't noticed.
I had only made it to the end of the block, when I heard the words I was dreading, from an inhumanely-feminine source: "Stop, human!" I froze in place. I swiveled my head around, spotting a tall, lean woman, with two horns poking out of her hair. She wore aviator sunglasses, her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Even her uniform, while resembling a typical police uniform, was modified to help her execute her duties as an Erection Police Officer: Her uniform seemingly stopped at the waist, a tight blue thong with a golden badge attached to the front was the only thing below it.
She pointed at me with her index finger and walked toward me. "Why are you walking funny? Move your hand! This is an inspection!"
I froze. She was walking towards me. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch, her intuition for the sexual nature of humans itching for an investigation. I yelped, "Wait, I can ex—"
She lifted my left hand and my erection sprang into view, killing my plea. My pants were tented out outrageously, and she forcefully grabbed my wrist. Despite their figure, succubi were many times stronger than men, giving me no escape. She leaned in close, staring dead into my eyes with her glowing red irises. She raised a radio to her mouth, still locking me into a stare, and whispered into it, "Officer Vilisera reporting in. I've caught a perverted loser with a hard on. Requesting backup." She lowered the radio, licking her lips. "You're under arrest, pervert."
"W-Wait! Wait!" I pleaded, but she refused to listen, pulling me to her by my wrist and dragging me away from the sidewalk and into an alleyway, bystanders watching for only a moment before retreating, careful not to stir something in themselves. I was forced against a brick wall, dangling above the ground uselessly. She carefully removed her glasses with one hand, her expert fingers folding and tucking them away inside her uniform shirt.
"Wait?" she chuckled, her razor sharp fangs flashing. "You're all the same. You've broken the law. The Erection Police has full authority to drain your pathetic perv cock of its man juice." She snickered, feasting on my scared and aroused (scaroused?) expression as she let her unnaturally long tongue loll out of her mouth, making it move in ways a tongue should not.
Her perfumes, her breath laced with the intoxicating scent of succubi, made my brain reel. I was losing the ability to reason and there was no hiding it. She released me, and I slid down the wall to the ground, my eyes fixated on her toned legs and her thong. I felt her gaze from above, clearly filled with a demonic passion for her job, bullying deplorable human males into submission with the power of her presence alone. I couldn't do anything. She was stronger. I was the criminal.