Crooked Cops And Counterfeit Jugs

Crooked Cops and Counterfeit Jugs by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER ONE

Don Franco was one of Hollywood’s more successful Talent Agents. He had a couple of well known television soap actors in his stable as well as a few small movie stars, although the bulk of his clients had day jobs.

“Oh yeah, that’s it Sherri honey,” Don groaned, leaning back in his chair as a blonde head bobbed in his lap. The girl sucking his cock was a pretty young aspiring actress who was hoping that Don would take her on as a client, and she was doing her best to convince him of this. Sherri knelt at Don’s feet as her warm lips slid up and down the agent’s hard cock, taking him deep into her sucking mouth.

Don gave a groan, running his fingers through Sherri’s soft blonde hair as she worked more and more of his cock into her throat, doing an incredible job of deep throating him. “I can see you have a lot of talent baby,” he told her, his complement punctuated by a low groan. Sherri worked her mouth back up to the tip of Don’s cock, swirling her talented tongue around the head of penis and then licking her way down the underside of his shaft.

“Oh God!” Don gasped as Sherri’s tongue lightly toyed with his testicles before she sucked them each in turn into her wet mouth. The blonde then moved back to the head of his cock, sucking his hardness back into her mouth. She paused for just a second with only the tip of his between her lips and then plunged her head down, taking his full length inside her mouth and throat, her nose pressed into his lower stomach. Sherri then rose back up his shaft, then sunk back down once more, practically fucking his cock with her mouth.

“You’re going to go a long way in Hollywood baby,” said Don as he grabbed the top of her head and guided her movements, pushing her down hard into his lap.

“Your two o’clock is here Mr Franco,” came the sudden voice of Don’s secretary over the intercom.

“Shit!” swore Don. He wasn’t even close to cumming yet. Don turned his attention to the gorgeous actress at his feet, who had now taken her mouth off his cock and was gently stroking him with her soft hand while she waited for further instructions. “Just scoot under the desk there Sherri honey,” Don told her. “This won’t take too long, you can keep practicing your audition technique while I deal with this.”

“Okay Mr Franco,” Sherri said, shuffling under his desk on her knees. “Am I doing okay so far?”

“You’re doing great,” Don told her, before pulling her face back into his lap. He then pressed the button on his intercom. “Send Brandi in,” he told his secretary.

As Sherri went back to sucking his cock, Don’s two o’clock appointment walked into his office.

Brandi Vavoom (her real name believe it or not), was one of Don’s most successful clients. She had come to him when she was only 18 and convinced him, much like Sherri was now, to take her on as a client. Ten years and two boob jobs later Brandi was one of the hottest actresses working the B grade, soft-porn, teen bikini movie circuit. Her last film had even been scripted especially for her. “Topless Ninja Babes” had grossed an incredible twenty million at the box office, making it the most successful movie of its genre and rocketing Brandi to stardom.

Brandi was dressed in a pink blouse that stretched taut across her very ample 40DD chest (formerly 38D, originally 34B). The top was like a second skin across her huge luscious hooters that had brought so many horny young teenage boys to see her films, and the neckline plunged low, giving Don plenty of her deep cleavage to look at. Brandi also wore a pair of pink high-heeled shoes, accentuating her long, slim legs and a short pink skirt that came to mid-creamy thigh and was slit up one side. The beautiful blonde across strode into Don’s office and took a seat in the chair opposite him, crossed her incredible long legs, the slit of the skirt falling away slightly to display most of her firm sleek thigh. At the sight of the sex goddess Don’s cock trembled inside Sherri’s mouth.

“Hi Donnie!” Brandi said cheerfully.

“Brandi baby!” Don greeted her warmly, doing his best to keep a straight face as Sherri started deep throating his cock once again. “I’ve got some good news for you baby.”

“Oo!” Brandi squealed excitedly, bouncing in her chair. The movement caused her impressive chest to jiggle inside her blouse. “What is it?”

Don picked up a thick script from his desk and leant forward, handing it to Brandi without getting up from his chair. Brandi had to lean forward herself to take it, giving Don a good view down the open front of her blouse.

Brandi bit her tongue and frowned in concentration as she read the front cover of the script, as if it was an effort for her to concentrate. The truth was Brandi was not all that smart, in fact she was your typical blonde bimbo, who’d gone through life relying on her looks rather than her brains to get by. Which was a good thing as she had plenty of looks and not a lot of brains.

“Universal Studios?” Brandi asked, reading aloud.

“That’s right!” Don said with an excited nod. “It’s a big studio movie, this is your big break!”

“Whoopee!” said Brandi happily, clapping her hands together. She then looked back down at the script title. “Legal Damages?”

“Yep,” agreed Don, sighing softly as he felt Sherri’s tongue slide up the slit on the head of his cock, lapping up his pre-cum. “You’ll play the part of Police Officer Jenny Steele, opposite Jean Claude Van Damme.”

“I love him!” Brandi exclaimed, bouncing in her chair again. She then frowned, “A police officer? I don’t know the first thing about how to act as a police officer.”

“I know,” Don told her with an indulgent smile. “That’s why I’ve arranged for you to do some special research.”

“Special research?”

“You’ll spend a day with the City Police Department. You can find out all about police procedures, interrogation techniques, investigations, everything.”

“Do I get to ride in a police car?” Brandi asked hopefully, her eyes lighting up.

“Sure,” agreed Don, moaning audibly as Sherri started to bob her head rapidly up and down over his cock once again.

“Are you okay?” Brandi asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” Don told her breathlessly. He then threw a business card in her direction, it flew past her and landed on the floor off to her right. “That’s Sergeant Tom Robertson’s card. Meet him first thing tomorrow at the Police Station.”

“Thanks Don!” Brandi said, standing up to leave. When she bent at the waist to pick up the business card, her perfect ass presented towards Don, the casting agent came, his cum flooding Sherri’s busily sucking mouth as he let out a long groan of pleasure.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Brandi asked him again.

“I’m fine!” Don managed to gasp as he waved her away with one hand, his other holding Sherri’s head down into his lap while her shot his load into her mouth.

“Okay then, I’ll see you after my day as a Police woman!” Brandi said as she walked out of the office, her hips moving in a seductive sway as she closed the door behind her.

***

“You’re shitting me!” exclaimed Detective Rick Stephens of the City Police Department as he gazed at the gorgeous busty blonde that graced the cover of that months FHM Magazine. It was none other than Brandi Vavoom, wearing an ultra skimpy black string bikini.

“I shit you not,” replied Sergeant Tom Robertson with a grin.

“You mean that babe is coming here for a couple of days to research for a role?” asked Rick’s partner, Detective Tony Mitchell.

“That’s right,” confirmed Tom with a nod, his grin widening, “and I hear she’s really as dumb as she acts in her films. Her agent is a good mate of mine and he told me to take extra special care of pretty young Brandi.”

Tom sat the front desk of the City Police Department, with his four best friends gathered around him, all gaping at the magazine with the glamour shot of Brandi on the front. There was Detective Tony Mitchell and his partner Rick Stephens, Uniformed Officer Danny Pates, and also Jerry Robertson who was not a cop at all, but was Tom’s brother. Jerry often came to the station to hang out with his brother and the other guys, he was a bit of a deadbeat who didn’t have a job and slept most nights on Tom’s couch.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Jerry asked his brother, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Tom flicked the magazine open to the interview with Brandi, a full-page picture from her recent movie “Topless Ninja Babes” illustrating the article. The picture showed Brandi wearing nothing but a g-string, a strategically place nunchaku hiding her nipples as she held it out in front of her in a fighting pose.

“Hell yes,” Tom agreed. “We’re going to have some serious fun with this bimbo. Gather round and listen up boys.”

***

Brandi Vavoom stepped into the City Police Department, almost shaking with nervousness. She had stayed up late last night watching all the Police Academy and Naked Gun movies so she had a vague idea how a cop was supposed to act.

Brandi was dressed in her most professional outfit, a black business jacket with a loose fitting white blouse beneath and a short black skirt that was slit up one side, letting her sleek thigh poke out as she walked. Brandi sauntered up to the front desk on her very high-heeled shoes, her expansive bosom jiggling inside her blouse as she moved.

“I’m here to see Captain Robertson,” Brandi told the officer behind the desk. Her hair was tied up in a bun behind her head and her face was perfectly made up. She looked like a picture right out of one of her movies. Only with more clothes on.

“Ah you mean Sergeant,” said the officer, picking up the phone on his desk and calling Tom’s number. “There’s a woman here to see you Sarge.”

A few minutes later Tom arrived at the front desk to greet Brandi. Tom was a big man, a few inches over six feet with a bulky build. Perhaps a little overweight, but in reasonable shape. He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty.

“Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi.

“Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her.

Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!”

“Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.”

“I love your movies Miss - - Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

“Thank you so much,” Brandi said, blushing slightly at the compliment.

“Follow me Brandi, I’ll show you around the station.”

Tom took Brandi through the police station, introducing her to the many cops there. Whenever she past a desk, the eyes of those behind her would be drawn to her wiggling ass as she swayed her hips through the station. Once Tom had taken her right through the station he took her out to the uniform and equipment room.

“You’re here with us for two days right?” Tom checked.

“Um yes I think so,” Brandi said, smiling sweetly. She then giggled, “I can’t believe I’m inside a police station, this is so exciting!”

Tom smiled indulgently. “I think today you can get a chance to head out on the streets with me in a squad car and get an idea of a day in the life of a uniformed police officer. Then we’ll hook you up with some detectives tomorrow and you can find out about investigation and undercover work.”

“Sounds like fun!” Brandi agreed readily. “Do I get to wear a police uniform then?” she asked hopefully.

“Well you can’t wear a proper uniform until you’re a fully trained officer,” Tom told her, watching her face fall in disappointment. “But I can get you a special trainee police officer outfit if you like.”

“That’ll be groovy!” Brandi conceded.

“Great it’s settled then,” said Tom, picking up a tape measure from one of the shelves beside him. “I’ll just measure you up and find you one, then you can get changed and we’ll hit the pavement.”

“Great!” Brandi exclaimed, happily clapping her hands together in excitement.

“Okay let’s see - - ” murmured Tom, crouching down beside her and measuring the outside of Brandi’s right leg, running his palm briefly across her smooth thigh. He turned and made a note of the measurement on a scrap of paper. Tom then wrapped the tape measure around Brandi’s waist, standing behind her and admiring her firm posterior as he noted first her waist, then her hips. Tom braved a light pat of Brandi’s skirt clad ass before he once again crouched down in front of her.

“Instep,” he murmured, running the tape measure up the inside of Brandi’s long legs. The lovely blonde actress gasped as Tom’s hand ran the tape measure right up under her skirt, all the way up to her crotch. Tom looked up her skirt as if to read the top of the tape measure, the back of his knuckles rubbing across Brandi’s pubic mound. He spent a moment admiring her skimpy white panties before extracting his hand at last and noting down the measurement.

“Okay, now the top,” he said, standing up in front of Brandi, trying to hide the anticipation on his face. He had her spin around and measured across the width of her shoulders then turned her back to face him. He ran the tape measure around her torso, just below the level of her bosom and measured it at the front, brushing the tops of his hands across the underside of her heavy breasts.

“Bra cup size?” he asked her.

Brandi blushed, “Um a Double D.”

“Really?” Tom asked her, tilting his head slightly and looking at her chest, her loose fitting blouse made it quite hard to tell just how big she was. “They look bigger.”

Brandi glanced down at her own chest doubtfully. “I think so,” she told him, suddenly uncertain herself.

“Let me check,” Tom told her rereassuringly. He reached out with both hands and gently cupped Brandi’s ample breasts. He let the big orbs fill his palms and rolled his hands around their girth. Tom hefted them slightly and gave them a gentle squeeze. Keeping his hands covering her tits, Tom stared thoughtfully off to the side as if measuring their size. He gave her breasts another squeeze, a little firmer this time. “Maybe you’re right,” he admitted, giving the lovely melons one final squeeze before stepping back away from her. “Okay I’ll grab you a uniform.” He said, heading towards the back of the room and picking out a few items of clothing.

He returned and led Brandi next door to a small room that had a mirror along one wall and a table and chairs in the center. “You can get changed in here,” he told her, handing her the uniform and leaving, closing the door behind him.

Tom quickly hurried through the next door along where Danny Pates was waiting for him. He got there just in time to see Brandi slowly unbuttoning the front of her blouse.

“Jackpot Tom,” Danny said with a grin, giving his fellow officer the thumbs up as the two of them stepped up close to the two-way mirror to watch Brandi getting changed. They both gave a sharp intake of breath as Brandi shrugged her blouse off her shoulders, unveiling her massive tits encased in a very sexy white satin push-up bra.

“They’re huge!” breathed Tom softly, licking his dry lips. Brandi’s bra looked as though it was a size or two too small, the ample flesh of her big tits bulging above the tops of her bra invitingly, her cleavage amplified ridiculously.

Brandi reached around behind her to unzip her skirt, the action causing her mind-boggling breasts to jut out even further from her chest. She then leant forward to pull down her skirt, her big boobs hanging only a few feet from the mirror as her skirt fell to her ankles.

“Oh my God!” gasped Danny as Brandi turned and bent over to pick up her uniform, she was wearing a tiny white g-string that left very little the imagination. Tom had got a good look at her panties earlier but now he saw the way the skimpy piece of lingerie left her perfect ass bare and felt his loins tingling in appreciation.

“What I wouldn’t give for a piece of that,” murmured Tom as he stared at the gorgeous blonde actress, now wearing only her underwear.

“You should have made her take her bra off,” Danny told Tom as they watched Brandi pull on a pair of skin-tight police issue trousers. The pants clung to every curve of her sleek thighs and nicely rounded ass. Brandi then put on a navy blue T-shirt that looked a couple sizes too small, stretching taut across her more than ample chest. Across her impressive rack was the letters CPD (City Police Department). Brandi didn’t notice it, but written on the back was Trainee Cocksucker.

“She’s a fucking wet dream,” Danny told Tom as Tom heading for the door to meet Brandi again.

“How do I look?” Brandi when she saw Tom emerge from the next door down the hallway. The bubbly blonde did a quick twirl so that Tom could see her new look.

“Fantastic,” murmured Tom softly in appreciation. His eyes were drawn to the way her expansive bosom stretched the letters CPD out across her chest.

Brandi smiled happily at the compliment and clapped her hands together. “So what’s next Captain Robertson?” she asked eagerly.

Tom was tempted for a brief moment to tell her to suck his dick but instead he answered, “Let’s head out on the road and see if we can get a little action.”

“Groovy!”

Tom smiled indulgently and led the voluptuous actress turned police officer down to the station’s car park basement and to his squad car.

“This is, like, so cool!” Brandi squealed as Tom opened the door for her and she jumped into the squad car.

“First time in a police car?” Tom asked her.

“Yep!”

“Not even the back seat?” Tom asked with a wink.

“I’m not that kind of girl!” protested Brandi.

“No, I mean you’ve never been arrested or picked up by the cops,” explained Tom.

“Oh, no not me.”

“A good girl then,” Tom said with a smile, closing the door and heading around to the driver’s side of the car.

“There’s so many buttons!” Brandi said to Tom when he got in beside her.

Tom patted Brandi’s knee, “Now no touching unless I tell you, Officer Vavoom.”

Brandi giggled, “I guess I am a police officer for now then.”

“Well a trainee anyway,” Tom agreed as he started the squad cars engine and they began their day on the road.

Tom drove the car out onto the streets of the City and headed for the run down side of town where they were more likely to see some action.

“So what’s the movie you’re researching for?” Tom asked Brandi as he drove through the streets, keeping his eyes peeled for trouble.

“It’s a Van Damme movie, my first major studio film,” Brandi excitedly told Tom.

“Wow,” said Tom. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks!” Brandi replied, blushing a little.

“See that car up ahead?” Tom asked her, pointing to a brown Cadillac that was weaving all over the road ahead of them.

“Yes,” nodded Brandi. “He’s not driving very straight.”

“Probably a drunk,” agreed Tom, flicking a switch on the dashboard in front of him and turning on the squad car’s lights and sirens.

“Wee!” squealed Brandi enthusiastically as Tom took off after the drunk driver.

The driver pulled over as Tom drove up behind him, sirens blaring.

“Come with me,” said Tom as he opened his door, “I’ll show you how to test a drunk driver.”

“Groovy, I’m sure Officer Jenny Steele will need to know that!” said Brandi, slipping into her upcoming character a moment.

“Good evening occifer,” slurred the car’s driver as Tom and Brandi approached his window.

“It’s morning not evening,” corrected Brandi helpfully.

Tom ignored her, “Have you had anything to drink today sir?”

Brandi peeked into the car, the man in there actually looked a little like Tom, little did she know it was in fact Tom’s brother Jerry, pretending to be drunk.

“Maybe a beer or two,” admitted Jerry, “ - - or three.”

“Step out of the car please sir,” ordered Tom.

As Jerry made an over-exaggerated stumble out of the car, Tom turned to Brandi. “Okay Officer Vavoom, I’m going to have you administer the Field Sobriety Test to the suspect. It’ll be good practice for you, just do exactly as I tell you.”

“Okay Captain Robertson,” Brandi replied with an earnest nod as Jerry stood beside his car, leaning one hand on the hood for support.

“Tell him to walk along a straight line,” Tom quietly instructed Brandi.

Brandi summoned her most authoritative tone of voice, taking a deep breath and swelling her expansive chest, “Please walk along a straight line Mr Drunk Driver.”

Jerry held his arms out straight to balance himself as he very slowly stepped one foot in front of the other and tried to walk along a crack in the pavement. He made it about three steps before he started to suddenly twirl his arms wildly and tumbled sideways into Brandi’s arms. As Brandi caught the stumbling drunk he buried his face into her bosom. Jerry rubbed his face briefly between Brandi’s big knockers before she pushed him back up straight.

“Now have him touch his nose with one hand then the other,” Tom told Brandi once she had extracted the lucky suspect from her cleavage.

“Touch your nose please,” Brandi told Jerry, more of a question than a command.

Jerry hiccupped then reached his finger up towards his face with exaggerated slowness, his poked himself in the lip a couple times and then the cheek and finally managed to track down his nose.

“That’s the first stage of the test completed,” Tom explained to Brandi. “If you still have suspicions about the soberness of the driver we have to go to stage two, the oral test.”

“I still have suspicions,” Brandi quickly told Tom. “What did you say the second stage was, is that like a breath test?”

Tom nodded, “That’s right, only we aren’t issued with the correct equipment so we use the old fashioned manual method. Kind of like a blood test.”

“Oh, okay,” Brandi quickly agreed.

“Please lean against the hood of the car sir,” Tom ordered his brother. Jerry sat back on the front of the car facing towards the two police officers. “Okay Officer Vavoom, please approach the suspect and unfasten his trousers.”

Brandi looked a little startled at this unusual instruction, but she nevertheless moved in front of Jerry, her hands shaking slightly with nervousness as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, being very careful to touch the smelly drunk as little as possible. “Okay,” she announced when she was done.

“Now take out the suspect’s penis,” Tom told her, being careful to use as clinical a term as he could think of.

Brandi looked back over her shoulder at the police sergeant in surprise. She then looked back at Jerry, looking down at the open front of his trousers. Brandi hesitated a moment more then stepped quickly up to Tom.

“Did you say his penis?” she whispered in his ear, leaning close enough so that her large breasts brushed Tom’s chest.

“Yes, surely you know that the blood flows rapidly to the male penis?” Tom said, his own loins feeling a rush of blood at the closeness of the beautiful actress. “The engorged penis contains the most accurate blood alcohol readings in the body.”

“Oh,” said Brandi, stepped back towards Jerry. “That makes sense I guess.” She turned back to Jerry and pulled the waistband of his underwear out from his body, reaching inside with her other soft hand and taking hold of Jerry’s penis, pulling it out. Jerry gave a sharp intake of breath at the feel of her cool hand around his cock and it twitched slightly in Brandi’s soft hand.

“Now what?’ Brandi asked, still holding Jerry’s now, slightly erect cock in her hand.

“Lean down and take the penis in your mouth and administer the oral test,” Tom told her. “You will need to taste the penis for signs of alcohol.”

“Okay,” Brandi said with a nod. She then did as instructed, leaning down, she wet her full lips with her tongue and then opened her mouth. Jerry gave a deep sigh as Brandi put the end of his penis inside her mouth and started to gently suck. Brandi slurped at the end of his cock a few times and then straightened up. “I’m not sure if I can taste it or not,” Brandi told Tom. By now Jerry’s cock was fully erect, and trembling slightly in the actress’s hand.

“Continue the test, sometimes it takes a little while,” Tom told her reassuringly.

Brandi nodded and took a deep breath before returning her mouth to Jerry’s cock, taking him a little deeper this time and sucking diligently on his hardened shaft.

“Oh yeah!” groaned Jerry with obvious pleasure, his hips moving forward slightly and pushing more of his cock in between Brandi’s full lips. The lovely actress had a mouth made for sucking cock.

Brandi had given plenty of blowjobs in her acting career and although she was not thinking of this as a blowjob, but as a blood alcohol test, she began to instinctively bob her head and swirl her hot tongue around the tip of Jerry’s cock. Jerry started to push his cock into her mouth to meet her movements, but Brandi appeared to realize what was happening and pulled back in surprise. Jerry’s cock slipped out from between her lips and rubbed across her cheek.

“Don’t let him trick you and slip out of your mouth!” Tom said quickly. “You need to take him deep for the test to work.”

Brandi immediately recaptured the end of Jerry’s cock between her lips and sucked him deep into her mouth. To both Tom and Jerry’s surprise, Brandi reached around and grabbed Jerry’s buttocks, pulling his cock deep into her mouth.

“Oh yeah!” moaned Jerry, reaching down and grabbing the back of Brandi’s head, taking handfuls of her long blonde hair as she started to fuck his cock with her mouth, any hint this was something more clinical than a blowjob thrown out the window.

“That’s fantastic!” Tom encouraged Brandi from the sideline as his brother pumped his hips, fucking the beautiful actress’s face.

Brandi was now taking him all the way into her throat, each time Jerry lunged towards her, his balls slapped her chin and her nose was pushed into his pubic hair. Jerry gave Tom the thumbs up as his cock worked her willing mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked heavily on his erection.

“Oh fuck!” groaned Jerry, holding her head hard into his loins, his climax approaching.

“Doing good!” Tom told her, “Get ready for the taste test.”

“Ahh!” Jerry moaned, his buttocks twitching as he shoved his cock deep into her mouth and the cum started to explode from the end. Brandi immediately started to swallow his heavy load, wave after wave of cum shooting into her mouth. “Suck me you bitch!” groaned Jerry filled her mouth with his seed.

Brandi conscientiously gulped down all of Jerry’s semen, sucking him clean and tasting every single drop. Tom was about to ask her if she tasted alcohol when the squad car’s radio bleeped to life.

“Robbery in progress at the corner of Washington and Fifth, all units respond!” came the operators voice.

“Shit!” swore Tom, “Get in the car Brandi!”

The blonde actress, leapt to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist as she hurried around to the other side of the squad car.

“What about the drunk driver?” she asked as she jumped in beside Tom.

“Never mind him,” Tom snapped as he started the engine, “Something more important, let’s go!”

They took off towards the scene of the robbery, leaving Jerry leaning against the hood of his car, his spent cock still dangling out of his trousers and a big smile on his face. He definitely owed his brother big time for this one. Brandi Vavoom had just given him the blowjob of a lifetime!

“Now when we get to the crime scene, stick close, it could be dangerous,” Tom told the now nervous looking actress.

“Okay,” she replied cautiously.

They screamed along the road, sirens blaring and tires squealing. Tom cut expertly through the heavy traffic and they were the first on the scene. As their squad car pulled up in front of the shop a man dashed out of the front door, holding a canvas bag in one hand and a baseball bat in the other. The robber immediately spotted Tom and Brandi and sprinted off down the footpath.

“Go! Go! Go!” yelled Tom, leaping out of the car and rushing off in pursuit.

Brandi burst out after him and ran as fast as she could. Brandi held her arms pressed to her sizeable breasts, she was not wearing a sports bra and they were jiggling wildly, flopping painfully around her chest as she dashed after the fleeing criminal.

The busty actress saw the two of them disappear around a corner about a hundred meters ahead of her and she hurried to catch up. As she rounded the corner she saw that Tom had caught the fleeing criminal and had him face down on the ground as he handcuffed him and read him his rights.

“Woohoo!” Brandi cheered her partner’s success.

Tom hauled the criminal to his feet, in reality it was another of Tom’s mates, Detective Tony Mitchell disguised as a robber.

“You’re nicked!” Brandi told Tony, prodding him on the chest with one finger as Tom started to lead the robber to the car. “I’ve always wanted to say that,” Brandi told Tom with a giggle as he shoved Tony into the backseat of their squad car.

“Hop in,” Tom told her, getting into the squad car.

“What do we do with him now?” Brandi asked, looking cautiously behind her to where Tony sat, his hands cuffed behind his back.

“We take him back to the station, book him, charge him and then interview him,” Tom explained.

“Oh, cool,” said Brandi.

“I’ll get you to process him, it will be great practice,” Tom told her as they started off back towards the station.

“Thanks!” Brandi agreed eagerly.

Back at the station Tom led Brandi through the suspect processing procedures, taking Tony to the booking desk and filling in the necessary paperwork and booking in the bat and bag of money as evidence. They then removed Tony’s handcuffs and took him into one of the interview rooms.

“The first thing you have to do now is search him,” Tom told her.

“What for?” asked Brandi with a frown.

“To make sure he doesn’t have weapons or any other evidence on his body. In fact a strip search is probably a good idea at this point,” Tom explained.

“Oh golly,” murmured Brandi, a little surprised. “Okay, what do I do then?” Brandi looked doubtfully over at where Tony sat.

“Tell him to assume the position, then start by patting him down,” Tom suggested.

Brandi nodded, “Assume the position please,” she instructed Tony.

Tony gave a sigh and stood up, placing both hands on the table in front of him and spreading his legs apart. He obviously was no stranger to police search procedures.

Hesitantly, Brandi approached the robber from behind, and, doing her best to emulate all the cop movies she’d seen she started to pat him down, searching for hidden weapons or other evidence. Brandi ran her hands up Tony’s sides all the way to his armpits and then back down, this time patting down the outside of his legs through his trousers.

“Okay he’s clean,” Brandi said, turning back to face Tom.

Tom shook his head. “That’s not a search. Do it again. And remember, he could be hiding a gun anywhere on his body. You need to search him thoroughly all over, not just down his sides. I want him searched from head to toe.”

Brandi nodded and turned back to Tony with a determined expression on her face. She crouched down behind the robbery suspect and ran her fingers around his ankles, slowly working her hands up his calves, searching both the inside and outside of his legs. Brandi ran her hands up Tony’s outer thighs to his hips, then stroked her hands across his buttocks, unconsciously noting how firm his ass was. She then slipped her hands up the insides of Tony’s legs, causing the disguised Detective to gasp as her soft hands made their way up his inner thighs, stopping just short of his groin.

“All the way up,” instructed Tom helpfully from the sideline.

Brandi sucked in a deep breath and then cupped one hand up between Tony’s legs, feeling his crotch hard in her palm. Brandi stroked her fingers across his balls through his trousers and then ran them up the hardened length of his cock.

“Anything there?” Tom asked her.

“I’m not sure,” Brandi said with a frown. The long, thick cylinder she felt could possibly be a gun or a weapon, it was certainly hard enough. Still crouched behind him, she leant in closer, her cheek pressing to Tony’s buttocks as she now used both hands to fondle his hard cock through his pants. Tony gave a small moan as Brandi squeezed his hard length.

“Have him remove his pants if you’re not sure,” Tom told her.

“Please remove your trousers sir,” ordered Brandi, releasing his crotch.

Tony unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to his ankles. Brandi immediately resumed her search of his groin, running her soft hand quickly up his now bare thigh and cupping his hard crotch through only his underwear now. Brandi once again encountered the long hard tube in the front of Tony’s pants and she ran her hands all over its length, still unsure what it was she was feeling.

“I think he has something in here,” Brandi said to Tom over her shoulder. The side of her face was still pressed into Tony’s backside and her hands were running up and down the length of his cock. “A weapon or something like that maybe.”

“Well?” Tom asked, addressing Tony this time. “Do you have a weapon in your underpants?”

“Sure do,” Tony said with a wink.

“Check inside,” Tom directed the pretty actress.

Brandi slipped her hand down the top waistband of Tony’s underwear, her fingers reaching deep into his pants. Tony groaned softly as Brandi’s bare hand closed around his rock hard cock, giving it a firm squeeze and then running her hand up and down the hard length.

Brandi frowned as her fingers moved to Tony’s balls and gently explored them before returning to grasp his hard cock. For some reason the weapon Tony had in his pants was warm and almost fleshy. When she gave it a squeeze it actually pulsed against her palm.

“Oh God,” blurted the blonde as she suddenly realized what it was she was holding. Her face went a deep red and she jerked her hand out of Tony’s underwear. “I’m so sorry sir!” she exclaimed in embarrassment.

Tony grinned down at her, “That’s okay ma’am. You can handle my weapon anytime you want.”

Brandi’s blush deepened, “I - - ” she stammered, not sure what to say.

“Can I pull up my pants now?” Tony asked her.

“Sure!” Brandi quickly agreed. “I’m so sorry.”

“Perhaps we’d better stop there,” Tom cut in smoothly. As much as he was enjoying the dumb bimbo’s embarrassment he had some fun of his own in mind.

“Good idea,” Brandi said with a nod, getting hastily to her feet.

Tom led her out of the interview room, making sure to lock the door behind them. “Well perhaps you need a little work on your searching technique.”

“That’s for sure!” Brandi said.

“Excellent!” said Tom, leading her into another interview room. “I’ll be happy to give you some tips, and then we can finish interviewing our robbery suspect.”

“Um, okay,” Brandi agreed, not really sure what she was getting herself into.

“You can play the part of the robber and I’ll be the cop,” said Tom as he closed the door to the interview room behind him.

“Alright, stick ‘em up!” Brandi said with a giggle, pointing her finger at Tom.

“You’re nicked!” Tom shot back at Brandi, using the same line she had used earlier on Tony. “Now, assume the position!”

Brandi smiled stupidly back at him.

“I said assume the position!” Tom snapped, raising his voice.

“Oh right,” Brandi said, remembering her role. She turned around and faced the desk, leaning forward and putting both hands on the table and spreading her legs.

“That’s better,” Tom remarked, admiring the way her tight fitting blue trousers clung to the curves of her nicely rounded ass. “Now I’m going to show you the proper way to conduct a thorough pat down and search,” Tom told her, stepping up behind her.

“Groovy,” replied Brandi as Tom started to run his hands across her back and up her sides to her armpits.

Tom then crouched down behind her, and just as Brandi had done to Tony, he started the search at her ankles, running his hands up her calves, thoroughly searching her for hidden weapons. His hands made their way up to Brandi’s toned thighs, sliding his palms slowly up the back of her thighs to her buttocks which he cupped in his hands and squeezed.

Brandi gasped and Tom slipped his hand up between Brandi’s thighs, rubbing his palms across her crotch through her pants.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise.

Tom smiled to himself. “Please remove your trousers ma’am,” he told her.

Brandi was about to protest when she remembered that she had made the exact same request of the robber. This was just part of her search training. The obliging actress immediately peeled her trousers down to her ankles, revealing her magnificent ass, clad in a skimpy white g-string.

His cock stiffening inside his pants, Tom stroked his palm across the smooth flesh of Brandi’s left ass cheek, even though it was obvious that nothing was hidden there. He ran his hand around to her front and rubbed her pussy through the crotch of her panties.

“I don’t think you’ll find anything in there,” Brandi said after he continued to touch her longer than necessary.

Tom grunted something in reply and moved his hands to Brandi’s hips.

“Now the upper body,” he told her, his hands running up her sides to her armpits. Brandi flinched slightly in surprise as Tom’s hands came around to her front and cupped her big 40DD’s through her tight fitting T-shirt.

“Oh my,” she gasped as Tom’s hands closed over her ample tits and squeezed them through her clothing. He rubbed his palms over her round melons, clearly feeling the lace of her bra through her T-shirt. He then lifted up the two heavy boobs, squeezing them together. All in all the procedure for some reason reminded Brandi of the uniform fitting procedure.

“You’d be surprised at what a female suspect can hide in her brassiere,” Tom explained to Brandi as he gave her breasts another rough squeeze, pretty much kneading the full orbs now. “It pays to check very thoroughly. I was once surprised by a woman who had a small revolver tucked down her cleavage.”

Brandi nodded in understanding, wincing slightly as Tom gave her tits a particularly rough squeeze.

“Okay ma’am, it feels like you’re hiding something in there,” Tom said formally. “I need you to remove your shirt.”

Brandi was a little startled by the request, but nevertheless she pulled her police issue T-shirt up over her head and tossed it onto the table in front of her. Tom’s hands immediately reached around her body and grabbed her big tits through the white satin bra she wore. He gave them a quick squeeze and then let go.

“It’s too hard to tell, your bra is too bulky, please take it off as well.”

“Okay,” Brandi said, reaching behind her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. She then let it fall forward off her shoulders and finally her huge breasts were bare. Tom was barely able to suppress a groan of lust as his hands pressed against Brandi’s naked tits. He was finally touching two of the most filmed breasts in Hollywood.

Tom’s body pressed against Brandi’s back and she felt his hard crotch against her ass as the cop’s groping hands closed tight over her big bare tits, squeezing them eagerly. Tom moaned softly as he started to squeeze and maul the perfect melons, pressing them together and sinking his fingers deep into the firm flesh. The lovely actress’s nipples were hard against his palms as he fondled happily at her breasts, jiggling them in his hands and exploring every inch of the abundant mummeries.

After a few minutes of enduring Tom’s lustful groping Brandi realized that her tits were bare and there was no way she could be hiding anything there, so what was he looking for?

“Ah, Captain Robertson - - ” she began. “Perhaps we should finish the real interview now. I think I’ve got the hang of this searching thing.”

“Oh right,” said Tom, snapping out of his blissful fondling and reluctantly releasing her perfect breasts from his groping hands. Tom stepped back from Brandi and watched her get dressed again. “I think you’re ready to interview our robbery suspect.”

“Okay, cool. What does that mean?” Brandi asked as she careful maneuvered her big boobs back into the cups of her brassiere.

“Because we didn’t actually see him commit the crime we need to get a confession out of him,” Tom told her.

“But we saw him running away from the scene,” Brandi said, arching her back as she reached behind her to refasten her bra. The position caused her huge tits to jut out invitingly towards Tom and he had to struggle to resist the urge to grab them again.

“That’s just circumstantial evidence,” Tom explained to her. “But don’t worry. I have every confidence that you’ll be able to make him confess.”

“Okay,” agreed Brandi doubtfully as she reached for her trousers.

Once she was dressed she went next door to interrogate Tony as Tom headed for the next room down where there was a two-way mirror through which he could watch the proceedings.

“If you need me, just yell,” Tom told her. “But I’m sure you won’t.”

Brandi closed the door behind her and looked nervously across the room to where Tony was sitting with his feet up on the table. She was very conscious of the fact that moments ago she had been sexually harassing him instead of searching him.

Steeling herself, Brandi strode as confidently as she could manage across the room and took a seat at the table opposite Tony.

“Name?” she asked him.

“I’m Tony, Tony Mitchell,” he said, extending his hand towards Brandi in a surprising display of friendliness.

“Brandi - - ah Officer Vavoom,” Brandi replied, taking Tony’s hand. She expected him to shake her hand, but instead he placed a gentle, valiant kiss on the back of her hand.

“I think you’re supposed to turn the tape recorder on,” Tony said helpfully, pointing to the tape deck sitting on the table beside her.

“Oh!” exclaimed Brandi in surprise, “Right. Thank you.” She turned the recorder on. “Now,” she said after a moment, leaning over and speaking directly into the recorder’s microphone to make sure she could be heard. “Now, do you admit to robbing the shop?”

“No,” replied Tony.

Brandi’s face screwed up slightly, she’d been hoping he would admit to the crime so she could look good in front of Captain Tom. After all, he’d been nice enough to show her how to conduct a strip search and alcohol breath test. She wanted to be the best cop she could be for this movie role.

“What were you doing outside the shop when we arrived then?” Brandi asked, trying a different tact.

“I was just doing my grocery shopping,” Tony replied with a shrug.

”Shit!” Brandi cursed aloud this time, immediately blushing and covering her mouth with one hand. This was not going at all like she had thought it would. In the police academy movies they never had to get confessions out of people like this! Brandi frowned, her brain hurting as she tried ever so hard to think of what she could ask him to get him to confess. “What was the bat for then Mr Smarty Pants?” Brandi asked at last.

“I like baseball,” Tony shrugged innocently again.

“Oh come on!” Brandi said with exasperation. “I know you did it! Just confess damn it!”

“No!” shot back Tony.

“Please?” Brandi said, almost begging.

“No,” Tony insisted.

“Pretty please?” Brandi pleaded desperately. “With kisses on top?”

Tony sighed, could this actress possibly be any more blonde? “I’ll tell you what,” he suggested. “Why don’t we cut a deal?”

“Oh yeah!” Brandi sat up excitedly in her chair. “Just like on the movies.”

“That’s right,” Tony smiled in agreement.

After a minute it became obvious that Brandi was waiting for him to speak. “You’re supposed to make me an offer now,” he urged.

“Huh?”

“Make me an offer,” repeated Tony. “To get me to confess you need to offer me something.”

“Like what?” asked Brandi.

Tony sighed again, this wasn’t going to be easy. He decided to cut to the chase. “Look, I’ll tell you what. You suck my cock, and I’ll confess to killing the Queen of England.”

“But I don’t care about the Queen,” Brandi said in confusion.

Tony almost screamed in frustration. “I mean I’ll confess to whatever you want me to confess to.”

“Like robbery?” Brandi asked hopefully.

“Yes!” Tony said angrily.

“Cool!” Brandi said smiling widely.

“So we have a deal?” Tony asked, still unsure if she was following him.

“What?”

“Will you suck my dick?”

Brandi frowned, “I don’t know about that - - ” he murmured. She knew that was not the way cops really got confessions, but she so wanted to impress Captain Tom, especially after she had stuffed up the strip search so badly.

“Well when you touched me before you got me all excited,” Tony told her. “It’s the least you can do after all.”

Brandi blushed rather guiltily at that. She still felt bad about touching him that way, no doubt he was aching for release. It had felt so much like a gun though. “Okay,” she said at last. “It’s a deal then.”

“Get on your knees then bitch,” ordered Tony as he pushed his chair out from under the table and sat facing towards Brandi.

Brandi took a deep breath and then knelt at Tony’s feet, a small tingle going through her loins. In her career as a top B-movie actress she’d sucked an awful lot of cock and always enjoyed the feel of a thick piece of meat between her lips. Brandi reached out and unzipped the front of Tony’s pants, reaching her small hand inside his open thigh and inside his underwear.

Tony sighed as her warm hand closed around his cock, which was still semi-erect from the frisking that the busty blonde actress had given him earlier.

Brandi pulled out Tony’s cock and began to gently stroke it. “Promise you won’t tell anyone about this,” Brandi said. The last thing she wanted was for Captain Tom to find out how she had obtained the robber’s confession.

“I swear on my honor as a criminal,” Tony told her, groaning as Brandi swiped her thumb across the tip of his growing cock.

Brandi seemed to accept this pledge as she leant forward and licked the end of his cock, swiping her tongue around the pulsing head and lapping up some of the sticky precum that had accumulated there. She then worked her tongue down the side of his now fully erect cock and licked gently at his testicles.

“Oh, that feels great!” groaned Tony as Brandi nibbled her way back up to the head of his penis. “Now put it in your mouth!”

Brandi teased the tip of his penis for another moment, smiling up at him playfully as her tongue traced the slit at the end of his cock. She then shot him a wink, parted her red lips and swallowed the head of his cock.

“Oh God!” groaned Tony, arching his back against his chair as the end of his cock was suddenly enveloped in warmth. Brandi slowly began to suck and work more of his cock into her skilled mouth. “Fuck that feels good!” gasped Tony as Brandi began to bob her head up and down over his lap, taking more and more of his hard cock into the wetness of her mouth.

Knowing the best way to get Tony off, Brandi used her hand to stroke the lower portion of his cock as she sucked heavily on the top end, making sure to keep eye contact with the robber and make as many sucking and slurping noises as she could. Tony reached down and ran his hands through Brandi’s incredibly soft long blonde hair, guiding her towards faster and deeper bobs of her head.

The actress then sat back on her heels, taking her mouth and hand right off his cock. “About time for that confession don’t you think?” she suggested. From experience Brandi new to always get a promise before she swallowed a load. The first couple of times she had sucked the cocks of casting directors she had not got the parts, despite her oral talents.

“Don’t stop!” Tony gasped, almost begging.

“Confess to the robbery,” Brandi repeated, leaning in and brushing her lips ever so gently over the tip of his cock, her tongue darting out to toy with him.

“Okay, I did it! I admit it!” Tony hurriedly confessed.

Without a word Brandi opened her mouth and plunged down onto Tony’s cock. She worked her lips further and further down the robber’s hard cock, relaxing her throat as his cock reached the back of her mouth. Tony let out a long deep moan of pleasure as her lips hit the base of his cock, the entire length of his shaft buried in her mouth. Brandi Vavoom was deep throating him!

“Oh fuck!” moaned Tony, he was very close to cumming.

With lustful urgency, Tony reached down and grabbed the top of Brandi’s head, humping his hips up off the chair and shoving his cock against Brandi’s mouth. The blonde actress was used to this approach and just relaxed her throat and mouth, submitting to Tony’s crude thrusts.

“Oh shit!” Tony grunted, fucking Brandi’s mouth for all he was worth now, his orgasm close, his cock trembling over Brandi’s tongue. “Fuck!” he gasped, his balls slapping against Brandi’s chin as he used her mouth to sate his lust.

“Shit!” he groaned, the cum shooting up from his balls along the length of his cock. “Fuck!” he let out a final cry of pleasure as he exploded into Brandi’s mouth, flooding her tongue with cum. Brandi immediately started to swallow, her mouth too stuffed with cock for her to have any other options. Tony clutched her face into his lap as his hips jerked and he filled her with his cum, his release finally upon him.

“Fuck that was good,” murmured Tony at last as he sunk back into his chair. “You’re a fantastic cock sucker,” he gasped as Brandi was finally able to pull her mouth off his cock. She drew back and started to lick him clean, suckling gently at his sensitive organ.

“You’re under arrest for robbery!” Brandi said, grinning at her cleverness as she slurped at his cock. Once she was satisfied he was done she stood up, wiping her cum streaked chin with one hand and then heading out of the interview room.

“Nice work!” said Tom with a grin as he met her in the hallway and she told him she had the confession.

“Thanks,” Brandi replied with a modest blush.

“Well, that’s it for today,” Tom told her. “Start at the same time tomorrow?”

“Sure! That’ll be groovy!” agreed Brandi, clapping her hands together with excitement.

CHAPTER TWO

Brandi Vavoom arrived the next day at the City Police Department running a little late. Brandi was a famous B-movie actress who was about to get her big shot in Hollywood, with a co-starring role as a police officer opposite Jean Claude Van Damme. Brandi’s agent had arranged with a friend of his for Brandi to spend a couple days with the police department, researching her upcoming role.

Yesterday she had gone on the road with Sergeant Tom Robertson to learn the ins and outs of basic uniformed police work. They’d even arrested an armed robber. Today she was to learn about undercover detective work.

The buxom blonde actress jogged up the front stairs of the station, her impressive bust jiggling inside her tight fitting blouse as she rushed through the front doors. Her stomach was fluttering like mad, she hadn’t been this nervous since her very first movie audition for a small role in the movie Busty Surfer Aliens.

“Sorry I’m late!” apologized Brandi as she burst through the doors and was greeted by Tom.

“No problem,” he assured her as he ushered her towards the uniform and equipment room.

“I thought I was going undercover today?” Brandi said in surprise when she saw Tom reaching for the tape measure again.

“You are,” Tom told her, “I just need to size you up for your disguise.”

“Oh, of course,” Brandi gave Tom a big smile. As Tom crouched down to measure her legs and hips again it never crossed her mind that he already had her measurements from the day before.

“Today you’re going to be working with the vice department,” Tom told her and he ran the tape measure up the inside of her thigh. She was wearing trousers today so he didn’t get such a good grope of her crotch as he had the day before.

“What’s the vice department?” Brandi asked with a frown as Tom ran the tape measure around her hips and butt then stood up in front of her.

“They deal with drugs and prostitution, you know, like Miami Vice?” Tom explained as he measured her waist and chest just below her breasts.

“Oh yeah, cool!”

“What cup size did you say your breasts were again?” Tom asked her as he casually reached up with both hands and cupped her big tits through her blouse, hefting their impressive weight.

“Forty Double D,” Brandi replied as Tom started to nonchalantly squeeze and grope her tits.

“Ah that’s right,” said Tom, giving her tits once more squeeze then turning to the clothes wrack and picking out an undercover disguise for Brandi.

He gave Brandi a very skimpy pink tank top that looked more like a 34C than a 40DD, a tiny black leather mini-skirt and a pair of extremely high-heeled shoes.

“Is this it?” Brandi asked him, looking doubtfully at the skimpy collection of clothes in her hands.

“Yep.”

“What exactly is my cover going to be?”

“You’ll be disguised as a hooker,” Tom told her.

“Oh right,” Brandi said with a sigh of relief, now that she thought about it the costume was rather like the one she had worn in the movie Vigilante Hookers 3. She disappeared into the changing room as Tom hurried off to quickly arrange a few things with his friends for today’s adventure.

When he returned his breath was taken away at the sight of Brandi Vavoom in full prostitute attire. The skimpy pink top was several sizes too small and pushed her massive tits up and together, almost spilling them out of the garment and creating a mind-boggling cleavage that Tom ached to bury his face in. The super short mini-skirt displayed Brandi’s long legs, Tom had been so distracted with her big tits that he hadn’t noticed how good the actress’s legs were until now. Had she been a real hooker she would have made an absolute killing.

“You look perfect!” exclaimed Tom.

Brandi blushed a little, “Thanks.”

Tom led Brandi down to his car, this time an unmarked Cadillac for their undercover operation. On the way down Brandi turned the heads and raised the dicks of almost every man in the station. Tom helped Brandi into the car with a hand on her ass and then got in the other side.

He handed Brandi an earpiece as he got into the car. “Now you’re going to be working solo on this operation so make sure you’re careful,” Tom explained as he started up the engine. “If you feel you are in any danger, all you need to do is speak out loud and I’ll be able to hear you.”

“Okay,” Brandi nodded, looking a little nervous at the mention of danger.

“Don’t worry,” Tom assured her as they started on their way. “I’ll be listening the whole time and you’ll be completely safe.”

“Alright then. So what do I need to do for this?”

“Well you’ll be posing as a prostitute,” Tom told her, reaching over and patting her knee. “Our aim to arrest a few men for soliciting, catch them red handed.”

“Or red dicked,” Brandi said with a grin.

“Exactly. The signal for us to come in and arrest the men is the phrase Just Push Play. When you say those three words we’ll come and get them. Got it?”

“Just Push Play,” Brandi repeated.

“Good. Now the important thing to remember is that we can’t arrest them until they actually give you the money. It’s not a crime unless they pay you,” Tom told her carefully.

“Okay, I understand,” Brandi replied diligently.

“That’s very important,” stressed Tom. “They must physically give you the cash.”

“How much?” Brandi asked Tom.

“What?”

“How much should I get from them?” Brandi said.

“Oh right, maybe twenty for a blowjob, fifty for a fuck and a hundred for anything kinky,” Tom told her, picking prices pretty much at random.

“Okay.”

“Remember the signal is Just Push Play and don’t forget to get the money first,” Tom instructed her one final time as he pulled the car into the side of the road.

“Are we here?” asked Brandi, looking out the windscreen of the car at the dodgy looking neighborhood Tom had taken her to.

“Yep this is it,” confirmed Tom. “Now I don’t want to blow your cover, so we’ll pretend I’m your latest customer dropping you off. I’ll get out of the car and give you some money before I send you on the way.”

“Okay,” nodded Brandi, her eyes wide. Tom could tell she was very worried.

“And relax,” said Tom as he opened the car door. “You’ll be fine.”

Brandi shot him an anxious smile as he got out and went around to her side of the undercover cop car to let her out. As she came out to stand before him he pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her waist, her body tight against his.

“Remember to act like a whore,” Tom whispered, before she could reply he planted his lips against hers, kissing her forcefully. Brandi moaned in surprise as Tom thrust his tongue into her mouth, running both hands down her back and grabbing at her firm ass through her mini-skirt.

Brandi felt the definite bulge of Tom’s erection press against her as he roughly kissed her and groped her ass. One of his hands slipped up between them to give her right tit a quick squeeze before he finally released her.

Tom took twenty bucks from his back pocket and handed it to Brandi.

“Just push play,” she said quietly.

“Very funny,” replied Tom dryly as he sent her on her way with a slap on the butt. He got back into the car and drove off, leaving Brandi to walk the streets and begin her undercover assignment.

The busty actress suddenly felt very uncomfortable as she paced back and forth on the street corner, dressed in the revealing whore’s outfit she had been given. It was one thing to have her body on display for the cameras, but out here on the sidewalk she felt totally alone and exposed. The only thing that kept her from fleeing was the fact that she knew she could call on Tom at any moment.

“Hi there baby!” a male’s voice suddenly cut through Brandi’s wildly racing thoughts. She turned towards the source to see a young looking man, probably in his early twenties approaching her. He was dressed in torn jeans and wore some kind of heavy metal T-shirt. He had long grubby looking hair, and carried a backpack slung over one shoulder. He was probably a college kid.

Brandi immediately fell into character. “Hi there big boy,” she said, her voice dropping into a sexy purr as she walked towards the young man, her hips swaying seductive as she almost undulated up to him. “Fancy a date?” Brandi asked, stroking her hand across the young man’s chest.

The man grinned oafishly, staring at her chest rather than looking her in the eye. “You’re mighty fine for a hooker,” he told her, reaching up and cupping her left breast through her top. “Nice jugs,” he breathed as he gave her a squeeze.

Brandi reached up and peeled his hand away from her tit, “No sampling the merchandise till I see some cash big boy.”

“Lose the kid!” came the voice of Tom Robertson in her earpiece. Tom hadn’t expected Brandi to be propositioned so quickly.

“So how much to fuck that sweet ass of yours?” the long haired man asked her, running his hand around over her hip and around to get a feel of Brandi’s firm ass.

“What?” Brandi blurted out, she had been distracted by Tom’s voice in her ear. She’d almost replied to Tom out loud but then remembered the kid standing in front of her. Her hopeful client circled around behind Brandi and pulled the back of her mini-skirt up, revealing her fantastic ass in her skimpy thong.

“I could suck on that all day,” the guy said, reaching out and grabbing handful of her buttocks.

“Sorry I don’t do anal,” Brandi told him, quickly pulling out of reach and tugging down her skirt. Hopefully her refusal would get rid of him.

“Shame,” he remarked regretfully. “How much for just a fuck?”

“More than you can afford,” Brandi said, scornfully striding away from him.

“Cock-tease!” he sneered, stalking away in the opposite direction, adjusting the erection she had given him inside his pants with a tug.

Brandi wasn’t left alone for long. A long convertible Cadillac pulled up to the sidewalk near Brandi, this time her new client was Detective Rick Stephens, just as Tom had intended. He stopped the car and wolf-whistled loudly.

“This one?” Brandi whispered quietly, hoping that Tom could hear her.

“Yes this one,” confirmed Tom. “Remember get the money before you give us the signal.”

“Got it,” she replied under her breath as she sauntered up to the car.

“Fancy a date?” she asked the driver as she reached the side of the car and leant against the door, giving the man behind the wheel a good look down the front of her top.

“I do indeed,” the man said, reaching out of the car and running his palm up the back of Brandi’s leg, reaching around to grab and squeeze her ass. “How much?” he asked her, his hand running up her side and reaching for her tits.

Brandi gasped as the man squeezed her right breast through her top. “Twenty for suck, fifty for fuck,” she replied. The man was now kneading her ample breast in his hand.

He mauled her tit a moment longer as he appeared to hesitate and make his decision. “Get in,” he told her.

Brandi suppressed the urge to clap her hands in delight. She hurried around to the other side of the car and jumped in beside the man.

As he pulled away from the curb he reached down into his lap and unzipped his fly. “Why don’t you get that sweet mouth of yours down here and warm me up while I find us somewhere private to go?” he suggested, pulling his hard cock out of his pants.

“Oh my,” breathed Brandi, her eyes going wide as she looked down at his crotch. She wasn’t really sure what to do, after all it was too soon to call in Tom.

“Hurry up bitch!” snapped Rick, reaching out and grabbing a handful of Brandi’s blonde hair. He yanked her head down into his lap, his hard cock prodding against the side of her face.

Left with little else to do, Brandi turned her head, her lips brushing the tip of Rick’s cock. “That’ll be twenty bucks,” she told him, trying to get the money off him so she could call in Tom.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll be getting more than just head,” Rick told her, his cock twitching against her lips. “Now start sucking!”

Brandi surrendered, her lips parting as Rick pushed down on the top of her head. She felt Rick’s hard cock slide between her lips and across her tongue, lodging in the back of her mouth.

“Oh yeah baby that’s the stuff!” he groaned, enjoying the feel of being engulfed in the warm mouth of Brandi Vavoom. His hand dropped onto the top of Brandi’s head and he pushed her mouth up and down on his cock as he drove slowly down the street.

Moaning in pleasure, Rick steered the car down an alleyway, driving behind a large dumpster so that they were out of sight from the street. As they pulled to a halt Brandi sat back up, wiping her mouth with her wrist.

“Hop in the backseat honey,” Rick told her as he climbed over to the rear of the car.

“Suck and a fuck, that’s seventy bucks,” she said, taking a seat beside him in the back and holding out her hand.

“Nice try bitch!” growled Rick. “I’ve been burned by too many whores to fall for that one. Climb aboard and earn your money first.”

Brandi felt a momentary panic as Rick pointed at his cock, still hard and glistening with her saliva from her earlier attentions. It was obvious that Rick wasn’t going to pay her up front so there was no way she could call her back-up. Fucking him was the last thing she wanted to do, but if she was going to impress Tom she couldn’t think of another way around the problem.

“Hurry up!” ordered Rick, sensing her hesitation. He rolled a condom down over his cock and gave the hard length a few strokes with his hand.

Brandi made her decision and straddled Rick in the backseat of his car. She reached down between her legs, pulling aside the crotch of her g-string to expose her vagina as Rick lined himself up for entry.

“Oh yeah!” gasped Rick as the gorgeous actress lowered herself down his pole. He couldn’t believe he actually had his dick inside Brandi Vavoom!

Brandi braced her hands on Rick’s shoulders and began to ride him, his thick cock throbbing inside her hot pussy. Rick’s hands slid up to grasp Brandi’s big tits, tugged the bottom of her tank top up over the ample mounds so they were left bare for him to grope and play with.

Rick buried his face between Brandi’s tits, squeezing them together around his face with his hands on the sides of the large melons. His hips bucked up urgently off the car seat to meet the rolling of Brandi’s hips and she could sense that he wouldn’t last long.

“Oh Brandi!” Rick moaned, muffled slightly by a mouthful of her hooters.

“Fuck me!” gasped Brandi, grinding her cunt down onto his cock. He squeezed hard on her big tits and bit down on her left nipple.

“Brandi!” grunted Rick, his back arching and his cock surging within her.

Brandi? How did he know her name. Brandi felt his cock spurting and twitching inside the condom and the man let out a loud cry of pleasure.

Before Brandi had time to puzzle over how he’d known her name there was the flashing lights of a police squad car as it pulled up beside them. That was odd as well, Brandi hadn’t given the signal, shit! She hadn’t gotten the money off the man either.

“Give me the cash quick!” whispered Brandi into Rick’s ear, hoping he hadn’t noticed the police car right next to them in the alley.

Rick was still moaning in orgasm and barely heard the police car, let alone Brandi.

“Out of the car please lady,” said the gruff voice of officer Danny Pates.

Brandi climbed up off Rick, a little surprised it wasn’t Tom. She clambered out of the car, pulling her top back down over her big tits. Rick meanwhile sunk back into the car seat, basking in the pleasure of his recently spent climax.

“Turn around and assume the position,” Danny ordered Brandi, reaching to his belt for his handcuffs.

“Huh?” exclaimed Brandi in surprise, it looked as though he was talking to her. “Me?”

“No, the other hooker,” Danny replied dryly. “Hands on the hood of the car right now!”

“But, I’m a cop!” protested Brandi. “I’m working with Captain Robertson.”

“There’s no such Captain in the City Police,” Danny told her honestly.

“That can’t be! I’m a cop honest!” Brandi felt a sudden sense of dread and confusion. What was going on here?

“Show me your badge then.”

“I don’t have one, I’m not a real cop I’m an actress - - ”

“Turn around and put your hands on the hood now!” yelled Danny, losing his patience and interrupting Brandi.

The actress had to admit it sounded a little far-fetched. She turned around and assumed the position, deciding she was best off just going along with the cop for now, and sorting things out back at the station.

Danny stepped up behind Brandi, running his hands up her long legs, left bare by the skimpy mini-skirt. She gasped as his hand stroked right up across her pussy. She hadn’t had a chance earlier to straighten her g-string and his hand now pressed right up against her bare cunt.

“Oh!” she gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt Danny slip a finger up inside her cunt, which was still sensitive from her recent fucking. “Wh - - what are you doing?” she gasped as Danny’s finger probed inside her.

Danny didn’t reply, but he did pull his finger out of her, standing up behind her now and running his hands down her back. He went all the way to her ass, which he gave a pinch before his hands slid back up her front this time. Danny’s hands brushed across Brandi’s tits, giving them a quick squeeze, but nothing like Tom had done.

He then stepped back and reached for his handcuffs again.

“I don’t think you searched me properly,” Brandi told him, remembering her training.

“Excuse me?” Danny was a little taken aback at this.

“You’d be surprised at what a female suspect can hide in her brassiere,” Brandi told him, quoting Tom from her training the day before. It didn’t quite occur to her that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Not one to turn down the chance of handling a pair of world-class breasts like Brandi’s, Danny shrugged and stepped back up behind her. He reached around her and immediately slipped his hands up underneath her top, closing them over her ample bare breasts. The cop gave a small moan as he started to squeeze and knead Brandi’s big tits, the huge melons more than filling his palms as he gave her a very thorough groping.

Danny leant in against her, the bulge of his crotch pressing against her firm ass as he pinched and tugged on her nipples before once again closing his hands over the expanse of her big round tits and mauling them roughly.

“You’re clean,” he said at last, stepping back from the voluptuous actress. He then slapped the handcuffs onto her wrists and led her to the back of his squad car.

“Aren’t you going to arrest him as well?” Brandi asked, nodding her head in Rick’s direction.

“Just get in the car,” Danny told her, ignoring her protest. He helped her into the car by putting his hand up under her skirt and onto her ass, pushing her into the backseat.

Danny climbed in the front and started to head for the police station.

“Just call Captain Tom Robertson, he’ll straighten this all up,” Brandi told the officer, struggling a little to get comfortable in the seat with her hands cuffed behind her back.

“Yeah sure honey,” dismissed Danny.

“It’s true. My name’s Brandi Vavoom. I’m an actress!” she insisted.

“Right, and you’re only hooking until you land a big part.”

“No!” she objected, “You don’t understand.”

“I understand just fine,” Danny assured her. “Now why don’t you just sit there and shut up and make both our lives easier.”

Brandi slumped back in the seat in defeat, biting her lower lip as her mind raced. How had she gotten herself into all this? And was a part in a Van Damme movie really worth all this hassle?

When they reached the station Danny helped her out of the car and dragged her into the booking room. It was the same station where Tom had been so she couldn’t understand why the officer didn’t recognize his name.

Danny pushed her into a seat in the foyer. “Stay there and shut up!” he ordered her, heading up to the desk to start the paperwork to book Brandi.

Brandi sat, her hands cuffed behind her back still, looking desperately around the foyer, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom or anyone she recognized.

“What did they get you for?” asked a voice from behind her.

“What?” Brandi asked, a little startled, she turned in her seat to see a rough looking man sitting beside her. He was dressed almost completely in denim and his arms were heavily tattooed. His head was shaven and he looked like a rather dangerous individual.

“What did they get you for?” he repeated.

“Oh, I’ve been arrested for - - ” Brandi hesitated a moment, she blushed realizing she didn’t want to tell someone she was a prostitute. “I was arrested for smoking.”

“Smoking?” the man said in surprise. “Oh you mean dope?” he realized.

“No, cigarettes. I was smoking in a non-smoking area,” Brandi lamely replied, immediately realizing how stupid that sounded.

“Bastards,” swore the man. “Hey, you’re real pretty.”

Brandi’s blush deepened further, she wasn’t quite sure how to take a complement from the coarse looking criminal. “Thanks.”

“You’ve got a great rack,” he continued, reached out with one hand and grabbing Brandi’s left breast, giving it a squeeze through her top.

Brandi, with her hands cuffed behind her back was helpless to defend herself from his groping hand. He gave her left tit another squeeze and then slid his hand across to her other breast, cupping it in his palm and lifting it slightly, feeling it’s weight.

“Keep your hands off me!” Brandi snapped, trying to squirm away from him.

“Aw come on baby,” the man replied, his other hand rising to her chest so that he was squeezing a large breast in each hand. “A little feel won’t hurt.”

“Stop it!” demanded Brandi as the man tweaked her nipples through her top.

“These have to be the biggest hooters I’ve ever had my hands on,” the man breathed, kneading the ample orbs eagerly and completely ignoring her protests. “Let’s take a quick look at them, I’m sure you won’t mind satisfying my curiosity.”

“I would mind!” insisted Brandi, but she was once again ignored as the criminal lifted the front of her tank top, bunching it up above her tits by her chin.

“Wow!” he breathed, his big hands now closing over Brandi’s bare breasts. The man started to squeeze and fondle Brandi’s tits, rubbing his hands all over them and sinking his fingers deep into the firm flesh as he squeezed and pinched at her fantastic melons.

“Excuse me! Officer!” Brandi called out to the cop who was still busy filling in the arrest paperwork at the desk about six feet away.

The cop ignored her and the criminal beside her continued to play with Brandi’s bare tits. He seized her breasts by her nipples and shook them, his face breaking into a wide smile as her ample flesh jiggled and shook across her chest.

“These are great!” he breathed, squeezing and kneading. “I could play with them all day.”

“Officer!” Brandi shouted this time.

“What?” growled Danny, turning to see Brandi being molested by the criminal.

“Get this creep off me!” begged Brandi as her breasts were roughly groped and manhandled.

Danny sighed and walked over to her, yanking her to her feet and out of the hands of the criminal. “Come with me then,” he told her.

Danny pulled her top back down over her big tits and led her through the police station to the stairs at the rear. He took her down to the basement level where the holding cells were.

“The judge is busy so you’ll have to be locked up overnight,” Danny explained as he led her through the cellblock. All of the cells seemed to be filled. Brandi’s heart sank at idea of being locked up. She was not a criminal! This was all getting very out of control.

They stopped outside one of the cells right at the end of the hallway and Danny unlocked the door and pushed Brandi inside. To her horror she saw that she wasn’t alone in the cell, there was a man sleeping on the bottom bed of the bunk.

“Who’s he?” Brandi asked as the cell door was pulled shut. Things were just getting worse and worse.

“Sorry about that,” Danny apologized. “We’re a bit overloaded tonight so you’ll need to share cells.”

“But he’s a man! A criminal!” Brandi looked back at the man on the bed, he looked strangely familiar but she couldn’t quite place him.

Danny shrugged, “Nothing I can do about it.”

“Don’t I get a phone call?” Brandi asked desperately as she saw Danny start to depart.

“Sorry, phone’s broken.”

“Can I talk to my lawyer?” Brandi pleaded.

“Tomorrow, when you see the judge,” Danny told her.

“You can’t leave me here!” Brandi begged the cop. “I’m not a criminal.”

“Tell it to the judge in the morning,” with that Danny walked off, leaving Brandi to get to know her new cellmate.

Brandi’s new cellmate was in fact Jerry Robertson, Tom’s brother and the drunk driver that Brandi had tested the day before. Brandi didn’t recognize him however and she meekly made her way to the chair in the back corner of the prison cell and sat down, crossing her long legs and revealing a good portion of her creamy thighs below the ultra short mini-skirt.

Jerry patted the bed in front of where he was lying, “Why don’t you come and lie down here beside me?”

“I’m okay,” Brandi quietly replied. “Hey,” she said with a frown as she took another look at the criminal, “Do I know you?”

Jerry shrugged, “No, never seen you before. We’re cellmates now though. We should get to know each other better.”

“I’m Brandi,” the busty actress replied dubiously, she had no intention of lying down with the man.

“I’m Jerry,” the man said. “I always like to get up close and personal with my cellmates. Only I’ve never had one as pretty as you. What are you in for?”

Brandi was starting to feel very uncomfortable now, “Um prostitution.” She had given up trying to hide that now.

“Really?” Jerry said in mock surprise. “You’re way too pretty to be a hooker.”

Brandi couldn’t help but blush at the complement. “Thanks,” she said shyly.

“You’re not a hooker,” Jerry challenged her.

“I am!” Brandi insisted.

“Suck my dick then!” Jerry ordered her, reaching down and pulling out his cock from his pants.

Brandi paled at the crudeness of the criminal, then her face fell, “Okay I’m not a hooker. I admit it. I’m an actress doing some research for a new role.”

“Really?” Jerry appeared to brighten with interest at this.

“Yeah, you might have seen me in Topless Ninja Babes?” Brandi suggested.

“Sorry, must have missed that one. So what sort of research are you doing in jail?” Jerry asked.

Brandi frowned for a moment, he did have a point there, and she was supposed to be learning what it was like to be a cop, not a robber. “I - - ah - - ” she stammered. “I guess I’m here to learn what it’s like in jail.” Jerry grinned wickedly at her, causing Brandi to shrink back slightly. He looked like a wolf salivating over his prey. “Are you going to rape me?” Brandi asked him nervously as he stood up from the bed.

“Well you did say you wanted to learn what it’s like in jail,” Jerry told her, stepped up in front of her and grabbing her by her slim waist with both hands.

“Hey! Wait just a minute!” protested Brandi as Jerry’s hands rose up, cupping the undersides of her full breasts through her tight fitting tank top.

“What?” asked Jerry innocently as his hands closed over her huge mounds and squeezed them firmly.

“I thought that jails were normally all men?” Brandi asked him, gasping as Jerry gave her big boobs a particularly rough squeeze.

“Yeah,” Jerry said with a nod, his fingers finding her nipples through her tank top and gave them a pinch.

“So if they don’t have pussy’s how can you rape them?” Brandi asked him. “Ha!” she said, pleased she had outsmarted the criminal. “Gotcha!” he was obviously just trying to get into her panties. It wouldn’t be the first time someone had tried to trick her to get laid.

“That’s true,” the criminal agreed, lifting up the bottom of Brandi’s tank top, letting her huge breasts fall free. His hands moved to close over the bare melons, their summery warmth overflowing his palms. “But there’s another orifice we use.”

“What are you talking about?” Brandi asked with a frown as Jerry jiggled her big bare boobs in his hands.

God this bitch is dumb, Jerry thought to himself. “Why don’t you bend over and hold onto those bars over there,” Jerry instructed her. “And I’ll show you what it’s like to be in jail.”

Brandi smiled broadly. “Fantastic! Thanks for your help mister.”

“Anytime,” he replied gallantly. “Now turn around and bend over bitch.”

Brandi gave a little giggle, this was all going so well, and she would be the best cop that Jean Claude had ever seen at this rate! The busty blonde turned around and bent forward, holding herself up by gripping the cells bars and presenting her perfect, round ass towards Jerry, clad in the tight mini-skirt she wore.

Jerry stepped up behind her, pushing her short skirt up to her hips revealing her breath-taking ass clad in a skimpy thong. The horny criminal ran his hand over Brandi’s smooth buttocks and then yanked down her g-string. He grabbed and squeezed her firm butt-cheeks, running his thumb up the crack of her ass.

“This is your man-pussy,” Jerry explained to her as he pushed his thumb into her ass. It felt mighty tight in there. There mere thought of fucking Brandi Vavoom up the ass had Jerry’s cock rock hard.

“You’re gonna put your cock in my ass?” asked Brandi as she heard the sound of Jerry’s zipper sliding down on his pants.

“That’s right slut,” Jerry told her, the bimbo gasped as she felt Jerry’s bare cock press against her firm buttocks. Jerry held her by the hips and ground his crotch firmly into her ass, God she felt good!

“Oh my!” gasped Brandi as Jerry pressed the head of his rock hard cock against her anus. She gave a sharp gasp of breath as Jerry nuzzled the tip inside her ass, it felt as though he was splitting her in two!

“You’re my bitch now,” Jerry said with a grunt as he pushed a little more of his cock into her tight ass. He held her firmly by the hips and started to thrust with his cock, sliding just the end at the moment back and forth into her asshole. Brandi gave a small moan as Jerry pushed more of his thick cock up into Brandi’s tight little asshole, the sight of his hard penis disappearing into the sexy movie star’s ass was quite breathtaking.

“So - - ah!” gasped Brandi as Jerry began to pump against her, his hips slapping against the smooth cheeks of her buttocks. “Is - - ah - - is this - - oh - - what normally - - eh - - ah - - goes on in - - ohh my - - prison?” Brandi moaned.

“You’ve got a much sweeter ass than my usual cellmates,” replied Jerry as he really started to ream Brandi’s sweet rear entrance. As his thrusts became more forceful, the busty actress found she had to push back against him to stop from banging her head on the cell bars. Her lovely butt pressing back against his cock turned Jerry on even more and he started moaning as he pumped her sweet behind.

“Oh God you feel so big in my ass!” moaned Brandi.

“Oh yeah, take it bitch!” grunted Jerry, slapping the side of her ass with one palm as he drove her forward against the bars. Brandi pushed back against him, his cock driving to the hilt into her tight asshole. “Oh fuck!” gasped Jerry, he couldn’t believe how tight she felt around his hardness. He drove her harder forward, his balls slapping against her pussy and churning as he approached his orgasm.

Jerry leant forward, running his hands underneath her body to capture and squeeze her two breasts, which still swung free of her bunched up halter. Brandi moaned as Jerry tugged on the hard nipples, his body hunching over her back, his cock hammering against her ass.

At the last minute Jerry suddenly pulled out of Brandi’s tight anus, spinning her around to face him and pushing her to her knees. With a long groan of pleasure Jerry rapidly stroked his hard cock to completion, aiming the throbbing tip straight at Brandi’s face. Jerry gave a lustful grunt as his cock exploded, splattering Brandi’s sweet face with his hot seed. The fake criminal cried out as he jerked at his cock, another rope of cum spurting from the tip and striking Brandi on the chin. Jerry moaned and his knees sagged slightly as he milked the rest of his cum onto her face.

“Oh shit that was good!” he gasped, pushing the sticky head of his cock insistently against Brandi’s closed mouth, forcing her reluctant lips open and shoving his cock inside. “Oh God, that’s it, suck me clean!” he ordered her, pushing his cock in to the root between her full red lips. Brandi gagged slightly at his sudden oral invasion, but obediently started to suck on his cock, drinking the last drops of his semen, she was supposed to be his prison bitch after all.

“Oh yeah, that’s it bitch,” murmured Jerry, leaning back on his heels and closing his eyes as Brandi slurped at his cock, cleaning his cock dutifully. When it finally became too much Jerry stepped back, his sensitive cock popping out of the beautiful actresses mouth.

“That was perfect Brandi,” Jerry said with a smile as he half collapsed back onto the cell’s bed. Brandi blushed slightly at the complement. This Van Damme movie was gonna be a synch!

***

Don Franco chuckled to himself as his good friend, Sergeant Tom Robertson led him towards the back of the police station where the holding cells were located.

“Here she is Don,” Tom said as they reached the cell at the very end.

Don looked inside and frowned as he saw that only one of the two bunk beds was filled. A man lay in the lower bunk, his hands folded behind his head and a stupid grin on his face.

“Where?” Don asked in confusion. And then he saw the blankets moving up and down over the prisoner’s mid-section. Don smiled as he realized the movement was Brandi’s head moving up and down over the man’s groin.

Don and Tom waited a moment and then Tom loudly cleared his throat. “Ahem!”

Brandi Vavoom’s pretty face suddenly popped up from under the blankets, a small trickle of either saliva or cum on her chin.

“Captain Tom!” she said happily, relieved to finally see the policeman so she could get out of jail. As much as Jerry was teaching her about prison life, her ass and jaws were really starting to ache.

“Donnie!” Brandi’s mouth dropped open at the sight of her agent. “What are you doing here?”

“We came to get you out baby,” Don replied with a warm smile as Tom opened the cell door.

Brandi climbed out from on top of Jerry and straightened up her tank top and skirt.

“Nice outfit,” Don said with a grin. “Looks a bit like the one you wore in Vigilante Hookers 3.”

“Yes! That’s what I said as well!” Brandi said as Don and Tom led her back out of the holding cell area. They walked back through the police station were the cops and detectives were all hard at work on their cases, Don’s arm slipping around Brandi’s slim waist as he guided her out.

“Hey!” Brandi said as something suddenly startled her. “Just wait a damn moment!” she said, extracting herself from Don’s arm. She rushed back to the desk they had just passed where Tony Mitchell and Rick Stephens were working on their paperwork. “You’re not a cop!” she exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Tony Mitchell.

Tony, who hadn’t noticed them passing through up until now, looking up from his papers and was shocked to see Brandi glaring down angrily at him. “Shit!” the detective swore softly.

Brandi looked back at Tom, “Captain! He’s not a cop! That’s the guy we arrested yesterday! You know, the robber!” Brandi glanced across to the other side of Tony’s desk where Rick was sitting. “And you! You’re not a copy either! You’re the prostitute!”

Rick didn’t bother to correct her and tell her that it was in fact her who was the prostitute, he was the one who picked her up. Rick opened his mouth to reply, but Tom quickly stepped in.

“Very good Brandi!” Tom said, putting an arm around her shoulder. “Excellent spotting! You’ll make a great cop. These two are real detectives, they were posing as criminals to help me out with your training, so you wouldn’t be in any danger.”

“Oh wow!” exclaimed Brandi, her angry face breaking into a smile. “That’s so clever!” She then turned back to Rick and Tony, “You guys did a great job!” Then she frowned again and something seemed to click in her mind. “And the guy in the cell is the same guy who was drink driving! Another detective?”

Tom nodded. “My brother.”

“Wow!” Brandi said again, clapping her hands and almost bouncing with excitement, her big boobs jiggling wildly in the tight tank top she still wore. “You guys were great! I learnt so much about being a cop.”

“Van Damme’s not gonna know what hit him!” Don agreed.

Just then Officer Danny Pates entered the room. “There’s a few reporters out the front, maybe you should leave out the back door?” he suggested.

“Good idea,” agreed Don as he started to lead Brandi back through the station.

“You were in on this too?” Brandi asked Officer Pates.

Danny grinned. “We had to get you into prison somehow,” he admitted.

“I owe you guys big time for all your help,” Brandi said as they headed for the back door that led directly out into the police station car park. They were joined there by Jerry who had now been let out of his jail cell.

Brandi paused at the back door and turned to say goodbye to her new police friends. She stepped up to Detective Tony Mitchell first and gave him a big hug. The detective’s hands immediately slid down to cup and squeeze her lovely firm ass through her short skirt, and pull her body tightly against his.

“You made a fantastic robber,” Brandi said gratefully to him. “And the ahh - - interrogation - - ”

“I’ll keep it a secret,” he assured her, giving her ass another squeeze, God she felt good!

After she stepped back from Tony Brandi moved on to Detective Rick Stephens and wrapped him up in another hug. Rick also slipped a hand down onto her exquisite ass, his other moving upwards and between them, groping one of her glorious double D’s.

“You were pretty convincing as a prostitute,” Brandi said, once again getting the terminology incorrect. Rick however was too busy squeezing her gigantic right breast to notice. “But you slipped up when you called out my name as you came,” Brandi said with a laugh, kissing the detective on the cheek.

Brandi then moved on to Danny Pates and just like the previous two officers she gave him a big hug, his hands immediately seizing and squeezing her ass. Before she could speak Danny’s mouth covered hers in a hungry French kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips and seeking hers. Brandi moaned around Danny’s kiss, his hands lifting up the back of her skirt and kneading her well shaped ass, covered only by a skimpy g-string.

“Thanks for all your help,” Brandi said, rather breathlessly when Danny finally broke off the kiss. “You do a great weapons search,” she added as she stepped back from him and moved on.

Jerry was next in line and also got a warm hug from Brandi. Jerry slipped a hand up her side, sliding it up under her tank top and finding a large, warm breast to toy with as they hugged. Brandi gave a little moan as Jerry’s fingertips flicked across her bare nipple. “I learnt so much about being a prisoner from you Jerry, it was quite a night.” Brandi gasped as Jerry gave her huge tit a rough squeeze. “I don’t know if I have to play a prisoner at all in this movie, but when I do I’m sure I’ll remember how.”

Brandi then moved on to Tom who was last in line. She stopped in front of him a moment, smiling with genuine affection at the Sergeant. “And Captain Tom, you arranged this whole thing. I’ll miss you the most,” she said, borrowing the line from the Wizard of Oz. Brandi hugged Tom fiercely, his hands not straying too far from her back like the others.

“Can you do me a favor?” Tom asked when they finally broke apart.

“Sure!” Brandi immediately agreed. “Anything!”

“Well,” Tom looked a little nervous which seemed so out of character for the gruff policeman. “The thing is - - ”

“Anything,” Brandi repeatedly, trying to reassure the suddenly self-conscious Sergeant.

“Well I was wondering if you’d suck my dick before you go?” Tom said at last.

This took Brandi aback, she had not expected him to ask something like that when she’d agreed to do anything for him.

“I - - ah - - ” she stammered a moment.

“You did say anything,” Don reminded her.

Brandi nodded, she owed Tom big time for all his help. “You’re right Donnie! Okay Captain Tom, I’ll give you some head.” With that she moved to her knees with practiced grace before the now horny policeman. Tom unzipped his pants and she reached inside, pulling out his thick cock, which was already hard at the mere thought of having Brandi Vavoom’s big red lips wrapped around it.

“Thanks for this Brandi,” Tom said as the busty actress leant in and kissed the head of his erection.

“Just like the Field Sobriety Test,” Brandi said as her pink tongue slid up the underside of Tom’s cock, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. Tom moaned in agreement as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

“Good isn’t she?” Jerry said to his brother as he watched Brandi lean underneath him to lap gently at his balls, before returning to the head of his cock.

“Oh yeah!” agreed Tom with a sigh as Brandi finally sucked the head of his hard penis into her mouth. The sexy blonde actress started to slurp loudly, moving her lips further down his shaft and taking more of him into her hot wet mouth. The Sergeant reached down and stroked the top of Brandi’s blonde head as she started to bob her head rapidly over his cock.

“She’s had a lot of practice,” Don explained with a wink to his buddy.

Brandi said something else but it came out rather muffled by the cock that filled her mouth and no one understood her. She diligently continued to bob her head, Tom’s hips starting to thrust forward to meet her movement, shoving more and more of his hardness into her mouth.

“That’s so good!” he groaned, holding the top of her head and starting to pump her mouth.

“Show him how you deep throat,” Tony suggested from behind, remembering the feel of having his cock completely engulfed in her famous mouth.

Brandi nodded slightly on Tom’s cock and then relaxed her throat, pushing herself right down on the policeman’s throbbing manhood, letting the head of him slip into her throat. “Oh fuck!” Tom cried out as he felt Brandi’s lips touch the base of his shaft and her nose press into his pubic hair. He almost came right then as Brandi’s tongue slipped out and the tip touched his balls. Brandi then backed off slightly, just the end in her mouth, her hand coming up to stroke the base as she started to rapidly move on him, the tight seal of her lips feeling fantastic as it pumped up and down him.

“Jesus she’s good!” gasped Tom as Brandi started to really go to town with her hand and mouth, knowing he would not last a whole lot longer. Tom stared down at the busty blonde actress’s head as it rapidly bounced over his cock, he could see her full lips sliding up and down his thick shaft and it was all too much. With a loud grunt Tom arched his back, gripping the top of Brandi’s head and pushed her down further on his cock as it swelled inside her mouth.

Brandi almost choked as Tom’s cock exploded in her mouth, his hot sticky cum shooting across her tongue and filling her mouth.

“Oh fuck!” the policeman groaned, his buttocks clenching as he came. Brandi started to rapidly swallow, not wanting to spill a drop of the helpful cop’s cum. She sucked hungrily at his cock as it throbbed and swelled in her mouth, rope after rope of seed bursting from the end.

As Tom finished his orgasm Brandi continued to lick and suck at him, completely draining him of his semen as he basked in the pleasure of her mouth. She continued to suckle him for a couple of minutes after he was spent, polishing his shrinking cock with her tongue and lips.

“That was amazing!” groaned Tom when Brandi finally released his cock and stood up again.

“That’s how Brandi got the lead role in Bikini Rockstars Hit LA,” Don said with a laugh. The agent then once again slipped his arm around Brandi’s waist and led her towards his car.

The five men waved to the busty actress as she departed.

“That was fun,” Jerry said to the other four men.

“It was,” Tom agreed, tucking his cock back into his pants.