She’s Not Who You Think She Is, Or Was, Or Will Be – Part 3 [Bi][FF][Str8][MF][Mdom][SciFi-ish][Mind/Reality Control]

***The story so far…***
NBPD Officer Holly Stone was under the sway of Detective Banter and the reality altering device he got from an odd scientist in exchange for avoiding arrest. The device appeared permanently keyed to only work on Holly, and Banter experimented with its capabilities by repeatedly changing Holly’s appearance, her attitude, and even managing to make it affect his wife by framing those changes in relation to Holly. Only Detective Banter knew the difference between truth and reality, and he controlled both.

***Part 3: Officer Holly Stone: Traffic Duty***

Holly Stone didn’t see Banter for a couple more days. He was in court testifying and their paths never crossed during shift change. She was settling in better, though still stuck on midnight. The guys still gave her shit, especially at shift change, some of them lingering to literally watch her shower. She had to put up with it. If her soaping her boobs after a shift in front of a handful of guys meant they would actually respond if she found herself in trouble on the job, so be it, a small price to pay. Of course, in those few days, she’d also given two more handjobs—what started as a smartmouthed joke, turned into a promise—everyone got one if they couldn’t keep it together. She wasn’t an idiot. She was keeping track of who she’d done it to, and she also could tell when some of them gave themselves erections just to get her attention. So, she was now halfway through the department roster, and while she should have given Barker his handy just to get him out of the way, in her mind, there was some pride in keeping true to your word.

She had just stripped down to her bra and panties when Banter walked out of the showers, towel around his waist. He eyed the tall Mediterranean-looking woman in her matching purple lace lingerie. He’d been thinking about the device and its effects during his long waits at the courthouse. Unless he undid changes, all of the things he told her, described her as, were cumulative. Changing and showering in the locker room stuck. Her receptiveness to sex, her easy arousal, especially at his touch, her own ability to make people come with unusual skill…it was all still there. Even though she looked different from when he first met her, she was still Holly Stone, for the most a part. She slipped out of her bra and then pulled down her panties. He wasn’t much into bush, not really, but it worked for the Italian goddess in front of him.

“Take a picture,” she said, “it’ll last longer. It’s bad enough the other guys ogle me, but you’ve actually had me, so what’s the deal?”

“That’s not a bad idea, actually, a picture.” He went to his locker and pulled out his phone. “Show me what you got.” He said.

“Honestly,” she sighed, “make it quick, I don’t need someone walking on us.” She did a couple of poses for him, and he snapped away. Holly leaned over his shoulder looking at the pictures he took, and he was surprised to see the picture of Holly and his wife, except it *hadn’t* changed. Holly was redhead, and his wife had bigger tits. “Who’s the firecrotch? She’s a hottie, but I’m not sure I like you and Maddie having fun without me.” He closed his photo app.

“It’s an old picture. The redhead’s long gone.” He said, though he knew, with a few choice words, she could be standing right there. Holly shrugged, as if it was her doppleganger’s loss.

“You want to join me in the showers? I bet I could blow you before morning shift comes in.” She reached inside his towel, feeling he was already a bit hard. “I’m meeting Maddie for a late lunch, though, honestly, I was planning on fingerbanging her under the table. She’s an adventurous girl. Do you think if I called her, she’d wear a dress with no panties?” She was stroking him in earnest, and he’d been lost in the sensation.

“Wait…you and Maddie…?” He asked.

“The woman is insatiable. She wants to fuck every time I see her. I don’t know how you handle it.”

“I’ve been busy the last few days. I’ve barely seen her except at night.” While he *had* had sex with his wife the other day, and she came in record time, even before he finished, he hadn’t been aware that the two women were spending so much time together.

“We could all have a bit more fun if I wasn’t stuck on permanent midnight.” She looked at the clock. “Day turn will be walking in to gear up in about five minutes.” She took his towel from him and knelt on the floor, taking his cock in her mouth.

“Jesus, Holly!” He snapped, then lowered his voice. “Anyone could walk in. All games…fuck…” She was still blowing him. “All games aside, you could get us both in trouble for this.” She pulled back, stroking him to talk.

“No time for me to do this in the shower. I better hurry and you better relax, then, right?” She went back to using her mouth and he gave in to the pleasure. As he started to come, she pulled back and let him spray all over her face neck and tits. He looked down at her as she licked the tip of him clean. “What?” She asked, laughing. “I’m about to take a shower anyway. Don’t you like seeing Officer Slutty Stone in her *real* uniform?” He frowned. “I *know* they call me that. Between my history at the Academy and what I’ve done with half the guys on the department…not mention my daily shower show, who am I to argue? Honestly,” she said, standing up, “if any of them had the balls to actually ask to fuck me, I’d probably let them. It doesn’t make a me a slut. I *like* to fuck. Who doesn’t?” She yawned. “Stupid fucking midnights…I feel like a fucking zombie.” She left him standing there and went to the showers. He took a moment to wrap his towel back around his waist before grabbing the device, recently charged, and following her into the shower room. “Decided to join me?” She asked, rinsing the last of him off her before turning the water up hot.

“No, sorry.” He started the device. “Since you’re not that tall, we can barely see your breasts in the shower stall, though everyone wants a look at your double-Ds, your pale skin, and your pink nipples. You’re gullible, everyone knows that, and part of you doesn’t mind being fooled when it leads to some fun. You got fooled into giving a few of the cops handjobs when you first started, but you’ve stopped doing that once someone ratted them out. You agreed to share the locker room and showers, something you still don’t recognize as a prank, but it embarrasses every time someone sees you, or you see someone naked in here. The worst part is, when you get embarrassed, you get aroused. You’re shy, observant, not very forward, which makes you a good meter maid, but not much of a cop. Your shyness means you really like it when people are direct with you. Everyone outside the department thinks you’re a real cop, it’s how we pretend to be compliant with hiring practices, but you just write tickets for us. You have a special uniform, with a little cap, a form-fitting blouse, and a tight little a skirt that’s just a bit too short. We specifically chose it because of your figure, and you suspect the department is messing with you by making you wear it, but since you’re so shy, you won’t ask anyone who do something about it. It’s the start of your shift, so you’re not tired at all. Your uniform is in your locker, and, um, for some reason you always buy your bras and panties a half-size too small. You still like Madison, like me, though Madison has just a tiny bit of jealousy in her that she goes out of her way to offer me sex *and* a blowjob every day. You want to have sex with her, with me, three of us too, but it embarrasses you that you give into your lust like that.” The device scrolled through messages, finally settling on ‘Acquired’. Banter had gotten a lot more exact in his descriptions.

He looked up to see a pale and short version of Holly. She blushed, seeing him standing there, and crossed her hands over her breasts.

“Banter, I know I just, um, that I just blew you,” she whispered the last bit, “but can you *not* watch me in the shower?” She shut of the water. “Crap. I left my towel out there. Can you get it from my locker?” He shook his head no. He wanted to see what she would. She stepped out of the shower, still dripping, first keeping an arm over her large breasts and a hand in front of her pussy, and as she tip-toed over to her locker, she moved the hand from her pussy to cover her ass as Banter’s view shifted. She briskly dried off, trying to keep the towel between him and her the whole time, but not really succeeding. He enjoyed the show, her obvious agitation at him just watching her, but he really did need to get ready for work, too. He started to dress quickly, but was slowed as she pulled on her panties. Her underwear was pink now, but still lacy and mostly sheer. She hiked up the panties to the point that they were riding a bit up her ass, yet they still didn’t cover the top curves of her hips, the top cleft of her ass peeking out. She turned in his direction, blushing a bit, as she started to put on her bra. The front of her panties looked painted on, and her could see every curve or her pussy, not to mention the bit of black bush just visible above the narrow elastic of her underwear.

“This is what you wear to work?” Banter asked, curious as to how she’d respond.

“It’s not as if I have to exert myself like the rest of you…and I can’t hide much under my *uniform*,” she frowned, “as it is. Can’t I feel pretty, at least?” He was half-tempted to ask her if she really did feel pretty. The bra made her breasts look even larger. He doubted she could see her feel without bending over, and the fact that the bra didn’t fit had her boobs nearly overflowing the cups, the tops of her areolas visible, even without the sheer elements of the lingerie. The next element surprised him, nude thigh highs, which she slipped on with expert movements. These fit, and were apparently part of the uniform. Since she pulled over her blouse next, the buttons following the full curves of her chest, to the point where it seemed tailored to hug her curves, then the skirt, which hugged her ass and came down just low enough to cover the tops of her thigh highs. Holly sat down to slip on her short chunky black heels, giving him an easy view up her skirt, the lace of her stockings exposed as she moved her legs, and then she pulled on her blazer and badge, not an actual badge he noticed, but still official for meter maid duties. She tied back her hair into a ponytail and topped it off with a small cap with the department logo on it.

“Jesus…you look like a 1960s stewardess.” He laughed.

“It’s not funny. Do think I like wearing this? I know I’m getting paid as much as any junior officer, but I didn’t go to the Academy to dress like a silly fantasy.”

“I thought you went to the Academy to practice oiling guns and blowing smoke, Stone?” Sergeant Garrett said, walking into the locker room and taking the opportunity to slap Holly Stone on the ass. She yelped, but blushed deeply. “We’ve all heard the stories about how you passed qualifications.”

“Sergeant, I passed just fine. It’s rumors. I may have done some…*things*…with some…*people*, but even if my scores did improve, it didn’t affect the fact that I’d already passed.”

“It affected the fact that you got ranked high enough to get posted here, Officer S. Stone.” Garrett sneered. He was smart enough to not actually say ‘Slutty’ to her face, though barely. “But I tell you what,” he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his penis, “with your performance review coming up, I bet we can bump you up from satisfactory to excellent, what do you say?”

“I could write you—.” She started.

“Yeah, all you’re good for is writing tickets.” Garrett snapped.

“Put it away, Garrett.” Detective Banter said. “And Stone, you’re going to be late.”

“I was going to take a shower.” Garrett said, pulling off his shirt. “I can’t do that without being naked…so write a complaint, Stone.” He yelled over his shoulder as she walked out of the locker room. “You’re the one who agreed to change in here. Stupid gullible bitch.” He muttered after she was gone. Banter finished getting ready for work, shaking his head as Garrett muttered curses and insults against Stone under his breath. He went to his office, remember how Garrett was always one of the angriest of the police when they’d heard Stone was being posted to the NBPD. He could change reality all he wanted, but some things never changed, apparently.

He had a series of burglaries to run down, nothing major, but a few hundred dollars or more of jewelry each time. The perps watched the houses, waited until the places were empty for the day, and forced their way in through the back door. They’d almost been caught by a nosy neighbor, but Banter didn’t have any real leads. He was waiting for prints to come back from the state and FBI. It wasn’t instantaneous like on TV.

Detective work, honestly, involved a lot of sitting on your ass…reading, looking at stuff on the computer, making calls, but there was a lot of filler time in between. It let him play with his ‘magic’ device, and he’d spent a good amount of time looking up the meanings of various settings and such, most of which appeared to be based off of regular phone software. What he really wanted to do was learn how to re-key the device to work with other people. He had enjoyed the past week, playing with Stone, but it was hard to come up with real ways to push the envelope of what the device could do. He was afraid to try to change anything about himself, since he wasn’t sure he would remember the changes or not, and while he had made some minor changes to his wife, he wasn’t sure how far he could carry it. Make her a tenured teacher, full-time, something crazy like an heiress, even? That would change a lot of his life by proxy, so again, he was a little afraid of unexpected repercussions.

By coincidence, his wife texted him letting him know she was all alone while the kindergartners were at gym. A moment later, a selfie of her flashing her boobs showed up. ‘You had your OJ this morning,’ she wrote, ‘but not your BJ.’

“Detective? Oh, sorry,” Holly was in his door, and obviously saw the picture on his phone, since she was covering her eyes and blushing.

“Maybe knock next time, Stone?” He said, blanking the screen and setting down his phone.

“Sorry, again,” she said, lowering her hand from her eyes, “I suppose I really shouldn’t be embarrassed about seeing her…um…like that.” She leaned in. “Madison naked, I mean.” She whispered.

“I don’t have to be a detective to know what you mean, Stone, now, what do you *want*?”

“The duty officer said you have a list of plates for me to look for, possibly used by some burglars?” He handed her a list.

“Close the door, sit down, and write those in your log book.” He commanded. She did as he asked, which gave him an opportunity to test a few things. He went to a news site and scanned through some items. His eyes halted on what seemed a relevant but not impactful headline: *German Trade Minister Delays EU Meeting Due to Flu*. He fired up the device. “I’ve always thought it was interesting that you chose to do police work, Holly, when your family has ties to politics in the US and in Germany. You’re related to the German Trade Minister, aren’t you? I was happy to see that he didn’t actually cancel the EU meeting. You talked to him on the phone the other day, right?” The device was popping up a bunch of ‘Variants too wide’ errors. He tried to focus the statements, relate them to her current reality. “He thought he had the flu, but it turns out he was fine. Being half-German and half-Italian is one of the reasons you have that great hair and fair skin, but it’s striking that you’re so shy given your family is in politics here and abroad.” The device popped up a new message: ‘Insufficient power capacity to apply overlay.’ He plugged in the device, and went through his statements again. Some of the things seemed to work, as he read ‘Acquired’ a few times, but eventually ‘Insufficient power capacity to apply overlay’ appeared again. He looked at his computer screen. The headline was still the same. Holly was staring off into space, having finished copying down the license plate numbers. “Holly, did you talk to your uncle the other day?”

“Oh, what?” She said. “Sorry, I was lost in thought. Yes, my uncle—how did you know about him? He’s pretty high up in the German government. I’ve only met him a few times, my mom’s bother, but it gives me a good chance to practice my German.” She said a few things rapidly in the language. “He’s sick, though, caught the Flu…one too many cross-border trains trips, probably.”

“Shit.” Banter muttered. For all the criticism some might have for how he was using the device—hell, even he thought it was a little silly to just use it for sex—his prototype version really didn’t seem to be able to much beyond subtly altering the factors around Holly’s life. He thought about, and it probably had more to do with how many people these changes really affected. Changing how Holly looked or acted shifted, at best, a few dozen lives. Changing who she was related to, halfway around the world, that was a bit more involved, but trying to shift world events, even a relatively small summit with a hundred or so people involved, that was too much. Banter doubted he could make her mayor, let alone President. He certainly couldn’t solve any big problems in the world. “Thanks, Holly, that’s all I need you for, right now.” She nodded and left him in his office.

—-

Holly Stone, traffic cop, got into her three-wheeled cart and started rolling down to the main street of North Bering. The police department was only a quarter mile away, and the cart allowed her to cover the one and a half miles of the main shopping area several times over in one shirt. She knew she looked silly in the uniform, in the cart, her boobs bouncing at every bump, and even when she was especially careful, she knew people could probably see up her skirt when she was getting in and out of the cart.

The first few hours of her shift were uneventful. She wrote eight tickets, called for a boot on one vehicle with several unpaid tickets, and helped a young man get in his car after he accidentally locker his keys inside. Holly had felt pretty good about her deft use of her ‘slim jim’ to pop the lock, but that faded when she got back to her cart and saw in her rearview mirror that the top two buttons on her blouse had become undone in the process. The blouse was already open-collared in design, so she was showing so much cleavage that you could see a bit of her bra. It explained why the guy wanted to take a picture with her after she was done, though…it wasn’t all gratitude.

On her lunch break, just after one, she met with Madison at nice little café at the far end of the shopping district. Madison had just finished her half-day teaching kindergarten, and walked in wearing a red knit top and a flouncy black skirt with a red flower print. She smiled and sat down in the booth next to Holly.

“I’ve got surprise for you.” Madison said, smiling. “Mike called me, and—.”

“Oh god,” Holly interrupted, “he told you I saw that text you sent this morning.” She blushed. “I should’ve knocked, but I just walked in, and…”

“What text?” Madison asked, then her eye went wide, before chuckling. “Oh, *that* text? The picture?” Holly nodded. “Better you than someone else on the force, I guess. That’s why I don’t put my face in the pictures. All those cops are pervs.” She glanced around the café, the place was bustling, but the lunch crowd was starting to thin out. “He called me about *this*.” She said, looking down at her lap and quickly flipped up her skirt. Madison wasn’t wearing any panties, her golden blonde landing strip leading down to her bare pussy. She spread her legs a little and took Holly’s hand, placing it high up her bare inner thigh before flipping down her skirt and setting a napkin over that. Holly had a vague recollection of wanting to do this with Madison, but I felt more like a fantasy than something she actually discussed with Madison’s husband. “We should order, so you don’t waste all your lunch break waiting for food.” Madison shifted in her seat, and Holly was touching Madison’s pussy without having moved a muscle. She blushed, stiffened in her seat, and felt herself becoming aroused in turn. Madison was attractive objectively, buy when she took charge, Holly could barely contain the wetness between her legs. “When the waitress comes over,” Madison shifted closer, “you need to touch me, even as we order. Slow, careful, but I want to feel it. Don’t let her know.” Holly bit her lip bringing her legs together as a surge of arousal coursed through her.

The waitress approached, bored, not really paying attention to anything other than her notepad. Holly started stroking Madison’s labia, tracing the lines of her inside and out, feeling the heat between her legs and just a trickle of wetness. The women each placed their orders, almost on autopilot, and Madison continued to spread her legs, millimeter my millimeter, as they continued to talk. AS the waitress left them, Madison took Holly’s wrist, and her fingers were inside her, just a little, but just enough that the blonde gasped in pleasure.

“Is that what you ordered?” Holly laughed, as she moved her finger tips in and out just enough to make the other woman squirm. “Do you think the waitress noticed?”

“Oh, she probably just thinks we’re close friends…but…mmm…I don’t really give fuck. Oh, I do like a girl in uniform,” Madison said, looking at Holly and speaking as if they were having a normal conversation, but I’d like her even better if she stopped teasing me and went for my clit.”

“We’re playing…but you can’t be serious…” Holly blushed.

“Totally serious, Holly, and you can probably get me where I need to be before the iced teas arrive.” Madison slid a hand up Holly’s stocking covered leg, up between her thighs, just brushing against the front of her panties. “Suitably damp…” Madison grinned. “Don’t pretend you’re so shy you’re not enjoying this, too.” Holly was embarrassed, though, flushed, aroused, and feeling a little overwhelmed by the presence of the woman, like she always felt, though in some ways, she also felt she barely knew her. “Oh…mmm…there we go.” Holly worked Madison’s clitoris with her index and middle fingers, and Madison was breathing sharply, eyes half-closed, but looking at her, still trying to pretend they were conversing. “I’d love to be playing with your tits right now, like some dumb guy in college, doesn’t know what to with such a handful, teasing, licking your nipples, biting at them gently, then a little…ahh…fuu…a little rougher. I want to see Mike fuck your tits, all oiled, come on your chest and neck as he finishes…oh, sweet mo…ohh…fuck…fuck…fuck…” She was whispering, desperately struggling to keep her eyes open as she started to come, and then it was over. “See,” Madison grinned, “and here come the drinks.”

The rest of the lunch was uneventful, though Madison threatened to follow Holly into the bathroom as she went to wash up after fingering her. It took all her willpower to say no, and it didn’t help that Madison continued to stroke the inside of Holly’s leg just above her knee the rest of the meal. The left each other with a kiss on the cheek, just friends in public, though Madison managed to cop a feel during their parting hug. Holly knew she would probably be with the couple at least once if not twice over the weekend, and though she was full from lunch, she was hardly satisfied in other ways. She loved that she could make her friend come, but there wasn’t much she could do in uniform.

—-

She climbed back into her cart, cringing as she saw a shop owner rubber-necking to see up her skirt. It was such an adolescent thing to do, but all the men did it. She drove back toward the center, boobs bouncing over the speed bumps and potholes, and eventually pulling over by some parked at an expired meter. She started writing the ticket when a man in a business suit stepped into line of sight.

“I know, I know,” he said, “it’s expired, but only by, like, five minutes. I’ll move it, okay?” HE started toward the car.

“Sir, I’m sorry, I already wrote down your plate number. Once that’s done, I would be charged with destruction of police records if I tore up the ticket. It’s a just a fine, only fifty-five dollars.”

“It’s beside the point. I’m here, I was leaving. I put money in the meter, but my stupid meeting ran long…just, you know, say you got the number written down. Mistakes have to happen every once in a while, right?”

“I can’t, sir, I’m sorry.” Holly said.

“Seriously? Is this how you get off, these little power trips? I bet you’re so pissed off they make you wear this stripper outfit to work in, with your giant tits, that short little skirt. I don’t even live in this fucking town, but I’ve heard about you, giving a show to people every time you get in and out of your little cart.” He nodded to her transport. She blushed, his tirade embarrassing her, and she felt the warmth spreading between her legs. She clamped her thighs together, trying to remain firm.

“Sir, really, you can contest the ticket, but there no need to insult me.” She said.

“I’m not insulting you. Write your fucking ticket. I’m just going to stand here and enjoy the show. I’m stiff as a board right now.” She tried to ignore him, walking to the front of his car and checking his tax sticker on his windshield, and frowned as she had to bend over to check his plate stickers as well. “Nice.” He whistled. “Thigh highs, too. Man, they must love you at the station. Do you get passed around from cop to cop, or do you have favorites?” Holly was furious, tore out the ticket, and snapped her book closed, walking right up to the man.

“Enough!” She shoved the ticket in his front pocket. “There’s your ticket. Enjoy your day.” She started to walk back to her cart.

“Wait one fucking minute, Officer…Stone.” He squinted at her named tag. “You technically just assaulted me, shoving me while giving me the ticket.”

“I did no—.” She started to protest.

“I’m pretty sure your little cart cameras caught it, too.” He smirked.

“I *cannot* tear up the ticket.” She said, walking back over.

“Maybe you don’t see it, or recognize it, but I’ve been in the game long enough to know when a girl gets her engines going by being put in her place.” He stepped closer. “And you may be uniform, but it sure looks like you’re used to being the one to take orders.” He tapped his shirt pocket. “I don’t really give a shit about the ticket, but you touching me? Without asking…begging? That’s too much.” He took her hand, looking around first, before placing on his crotch. “Told you I was hard.”

“Sir, I don’t know what you think you—.”

“Shut up, Officer Stone, and follow me.” He let go of her hand and started walking between the office buildings lining that side of the street. She glanced back at her cart, and quickly radioed in that she was on break before following after the man. He’d just disappeared behind one of the buildings when she rounded the corner. He was waiting next to a waste container full of cardboard. His pants were undone, and he was stroking himself. Holly looked around, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and shame. “No cameras, and the business is closed today. I handle some of their contracts, so I know. I’m a lawyer, in case you care.” He said.

“I, um…look…I didn’t realize this was why you wanted go back here, and, um…”

“Don’t bullshit me, Officer Stone. As soon as I started yelling at you, your nipples got hard, full fucking headlights. That is *not* something that happens when you’re mad or scared, but turned on? Fuck yes. And call me crazy, but I have you grope my hardon, and you *don’t* expect this in a back alley? No wonder you’re fucking meter maid.” She started to say a something, but he stopped touching himself, looking straight at her just as his erection pointed at her. “Unbutton that shirt.”

“What if someone…?” He walked over and tore the top button apart. The shiny plastic circle shot off into the dirt. “Hey!” She yelled.

“I won’t ask again. You don’t have enough buttons to ignore me for long.” She looked down, but then quickly back up, as his cock was right in her line of sight. She unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse, still tucked in at her skirt, and he eased the shirt open over her shoulders, not quite pinning her arms, but restricting them. “I guess it’s hard to find bras that fit those, huh?” He traced his fingers over the top arcs of her bra, pausing at the partially exposed quarter-moons of her areolas. He ran his thumbs over the tips of her hard nipples, and she let out a long breath. “I can always spot them, the shy ones, the ones who need to be told what to do, so I’ll tell, get on your fucking knees.” She flinched at the words, but the pressure on her bare shoulder and the heat between her legs made her move.

The cement pavement was hard on her knees, and she was inches from his six-inch cock. She smelled a mix of cologne and his own natural scent, and she felt herself getting wet again. Without a word, he grabbed her by the ponytail and pulled her to his cock. She opened her mouth to receive it, though not being able to use her hands, she couldn’t work skills on him. A tongue and mouth was enough for most men, anyhow, but he only let it got on for a few moments before pulling her back up. He hiked up her skirt roughly and smiled, the tip of his finger touching the wisps of hair at the top of her panties.

“What do you want?” She said.

“One of the fist smart questions, you’ve asked.” He grabbed the front of her panties, feeling her heat, the wetness, and then, using both hands he tore her panties apart. “I don’t think those were part of the uniform, do you?” He pulled the shredded panties from between her legs and shoved the fabric into her cleavage. He ran a hand through her bush before slipping down to her pussy, teasing at her opening and making her lean into him until the tip of his cock poked into her belly. “I love to roleplay…how about you?” He took her by the hair and shoved her toward the wall. She stumbled in her heels, but caught herself with both hands on the painted brick. “Hands against the wall.” He laughed. “Bend over and spread ‘em.”

“That’s, um, not what we say…”

“Shut up, Officer Stone,” he said, slapping her ass and bending her over more, “we’re *playing*…” His hand was between her legs, warming her and she responded quickly, and as soon as he felt it, he was inside her. “Stupid bitch…walking around in your hooker outfit…writing *me* a ticket. Fuck you, with your big tits, your hairy snatch, you wanted this, you waited for me, targeted me, fuck you, fuck you.” He kept insulting her, almost nonsensically, pounding into her, but each thrust made it better, made her feel it more, until she finally lost herself to it.

“Yes…oh, fuck me, yes!” He started coming just as she did, though he pulled out splattering her ass and the back of her legs with his semen. She was panting, still braced against the wall, feeling the warm come roll down her legs, went some money was tossed on the ground where she was looking down.

“Best fifty-five dollars I even spent.” He laughed. “Damn, but I thought you were going to start howling for a moment there.” She eased herself off the wall, conscious of the fact the bottom back of her was a sticky mess.

“You still have to actually pay the ticket.” Holly said, looking at him, naked from the waist down, one of her breasts fallen free from her bra.

“God, but I do like them dumb…” He laughed. “The money on the ground is for your panties.” He plucked the torn panties stuck in her bra and roughly mopped at her ass to clear the mess. “And the stockings. They’re a loss.” She looked down at herself. Her knees were dirty, the stockings torn, and she knew they were a mess down the backs of her legs. He zipped up his pants and gave a short wave. “I’ll see you around, officer.” He patted his front pocket. “Thanks for the ticket.” He left her half-naked in the alley, whistling as he walked around the corner. It took her a few minutes to peel off the soiled stockings, to wipe off her legs, her knees, fix her bra, rebutton and her shirt, and straighten her skirt. She tossed her ruined panties and stockings into the dumpster, then bent down to pick up the money.

This wasn’t what she signed up for, being a cop, a meter maid, used in a back alley, having money thrown at her like some street walker, but she felt the air on the bare skin between her legs as she was bent over. However, she felt was nothing compared to being fucked in the moment. He took her, and she gave it to him. After her lunch with Madison, she need a good fucking, and one presented itself, yes, technically, she was out of uniform without her stockings, but who would notice? And yes, she’d have to be really careful about getting in and out of her cart with no panties on, but even that thrilled her a bit, regardless of how embarrassing it was.

So, maybe this wasn’t the kind of cop Officer Holly Stone thought she would be, a bimbo-ized meter maid, the Department slut, a toy for Madison and the Detective to play with as they pleased. Maybe the NBPD would never accept her, but if she accepted her place, maybe she could enjoy the little pleasures such a life could give, even if it meant taking them in back alley sometimes.

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*Thanks for reading. I’m not really sure where to take this story anymore, but if anyone has any comments or ideas, feel free to comment below.*

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