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Part 1-23
Jeremy paused - just for a moment. He must have come up with a way out, but nothing came to mind. His thoughts were clouded by fear and confusion, and the feeling of powerlessness was driving him crazy. Jeremy looked down at the denim-covered cock, and the next second found something to help him.
"¡Te demandaré por acoso!" (I'll sue you for harassment!) He screamed, grabbing the driver's cell phone that was lying on the dashboard and quickly dialing emergency number.
"What? What the fuck are you doing?" driver shouted, trying to snatch the phone away. But Jeremy pushed him with his foot and started talking loudly into the phone.
"Por favor, ayuda! Es un asaltante, tiene una pistola, ayúdeme! ¡Auxilio, por favor!" (Please, help! He is a thief, he has a gun, help me! Help, please!)
"Give me back my phone, now!" driver shouted again, but his face changed color. "What the fuck did you tell them? Who did you call? I have nothing! I'm a respectable man!"
Suddenly, the taxi door swung open, and Jeremy looked up to see a police officer standing there, his hand resting on his belt, close to his gun.
"What's going on here?" the officer demanded, his voice stern. Jeremy, still clutching the phone, jumped out of the cab, his heart pounding.
"¡Oficial, gracias a Dios! Este hombre me está... me está... " (Officer, thank God! This man is... he is...) Jeremy struggled to find the words, his mind racing with panic. "He want that" Jeremy showed with his hand and big finger on his mouth, trying to mimic fellatio, which made his face flush with embarrassment.
"She's lying, officer! She's trying to steal my phone!" The driver interrupted, his face twisted with rage. "I picked her up in the middle of the street and she hasn't paid me. When I stopped her, she said that she would suck me, but when I refused, she started yelling that I raped her! She is a thief and a whore, she is!"
Jeremy trying to understand what he heard, but only word 'whore' echoed in his ears. It was very humiliating. He remembered that he didn't have any legal documents, money, and even his phone. He was just a girl, alone and vulnerable, with no way to prove who he really was. And the driver had a good chance of getting away with this.
As Jeremy stood there, feeling utterly vulnerable and helpless, the police officer regarded him with a mix of suspicion and concern. Jeremy tried to explain himself, stumbling over his words in broken English.