Day 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 and 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 ‘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 males 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.
