(M/F) Rather than leave without what she came for, Fairburne learns how to give a lapdance, but then realizes she's made a mistake...

The video pauses for a moment, and an edited-in note scrolls past:

'I have been advised to give a viewer discretion warning here, as by the nature of this record, some may find it shocking or grotesque. To reiterate, I am committed to capturing the reality, as in all of my film regardless of content. If you are a registered hero watching these archives for 'educational reasons', which is not the intended purpose, please don't come to me to tell me you're offended. You could always try not treating my archives as your exclusive AV library just because you can, and respect poor Fairburne's privacy instead, you know? Which I do realize is a bit hypocritical coming from me, but there you have it. -C.C.'

The video resumes. The green-eyed, flame-haired beauty narrows her eyes at the suggestion and clenches a fist. But then she glances at that bruiser, Officer Watters, standing behind the chief, and then back to the computer. While slowly rolling over, she pushes the data-gathering device off the desk and out of sight, counting on the men's eyes to be fixated on her barely-covered butt as she did.

"Sure thing." Fairburne says. "I'll give just what was promised, going with tradition." Before Dan could manage more than an awkward smile she grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him forward onto the table, drawing a loud 'OOF'! Before he could react she screwed up her face, wound back her hand and gave him a ringing spank to his backside.

"Whoah! Ah, heheheh..." The detective's eyes bugged out a little, and his captain laughed. "That's... um... AGHH!!" He starts to scream as she keeps going. Johnson and Watters keep laughing, but judging by his reaction, the superheroine is putting a lot more of her strength into it than they realize.

"How many are we talking here?" Fairburne asks as her purple-gloved hand keeps mercilessly striking him from behind. "Another 40?" *SMACK* "Another 50?" *SMACK SMACK SMACK* "Don't worry, I can keep going."

"Hah! Okay, girlie, c'mon, stop now. I don't think Danny Boy can take another 40 or so of those..."

"Oh," Fairburne says, grinning with the side of her mouth, "but I insist. I won't count any of this against my hourly rate." The pace of her **** increases as she occasionally looks over and lets her real expression slip through with a sneer. "45, 46, 47!!"

"Yes, okay, stop!" *SMACK* "And there's one to grow on!" Fairburne says with a satisfied smirk.

Her target was finally allowed to slide away, sinking back into his chair with both hands in his back pockets, sitting awkwardly on his thighs. "Ahhh... I think I might need some ice." After using his jacket as an impromptu seat cushion, the mustachioed detective can be seen glaring at her with annoyance.

She huffs lightly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't be complaining, now. If I wanted it to really hurt, trust me, it would've... really... hurt." she says, flashing her green eyes at him meaningfully. Fairburne then bends at the waist to pick up the wad of bills Captain Johnson had left on the table, folding them between two fingers and tucking them inside one of her gloves. "Thanks, by the way."

"Heh heh heh, you really owe the boys in property crimes a thank you for this one," Captain Johnson said. "She's a real firecracker. Now c'mon, climb on up there and show us your moves, let us see what a lucky guy the detective is."

Suddenly, Fairburne's satisfied smirk vanishes and her face starts turning a shade of red. "...sure." she says, lowering her eyes after thinking a moment. She bends over in front of Detective Murphy and shakes her hips back and forth, letting him see her green bikini bottoms bunching up around her crotch as she moves. Resting her hands on her knees, she starts thrusting and bucking her heavenly ass backwards. Then she squats down and turns to the side so the cops on both sides of her can see as she caresses her large breasts through the surface of her skin-tight costume.

"Nice, nice! C'mon, I know they paid up for more than that. Up up up!" Watters says, looming forward grinning with lust.

Although Fairburne's face twists up into a frown for a moment, she nods and gingerly backs herself up towards the older cop whose office she'd invaded. She settles her tight apple-shaped bottom on his lap. After a few moments of rubbing up against him she shivers a little as she feels something start hitting her down there. Dan's complaints about his own bruised backside have come to a stop once hers is squeezing up against his growing erection. She acrobatically lifts one leg up over his head, twisting herself around on him so she is facing him and squeezing her breasts together with her elbows.

"Damn that's hot. Well, I don't want Danny Boy to have to worry about any regs, so we'll leave him to enjoy his gift, heheh. Just so you know, red," the Captain says, putting his hand on Fairburne's shoulder, "all of us boys in blue just got a fat holiday bonus in the mail. I believe in looking the other way for a good cause sometimes. So feel free to go ahead and earn yourself as big of a tip as you want." At last, he and Officer Watters headed out the door, chuckling as they went.

As soon as they were out the door, Fairburne hopped to her feet "UGH! I'm glad that's over." she glances back at Dan who is wide-eyed and breathing heavily just from a few minutes of her gyrating against him. "Hmph. I guess I can't complain too much. Smart decision, playing along like that. As a thank you I'll go get you an ice pack from the break room I passed on the way in, and collect something I left on the power box so I don't have to worry about getting it on the way out. Actually, I probably better make that two ice packs, felt like you're going to need one to calm a certain part of yourself down, too. You perverted old goat."

The cop stares after her wiggling backside as she walks confidently out of the room. After cursing under his breath and 'adjusting his pants' with one hand, he stands up. Curiously, he glances at the computer. Seeing something, he raises an intrigued eyebrow and leans closer to it...

The video fast-forwards to Fairburne walking back in and tossing a couple of ice packs down onto the chair. Detective Murphy settles them in place, but then, unbuckles his pants. Fairburne gives him a hard look and raises her fist, but he just chuckles. "What? Those slacks are wool. Gotta soothe where it stings, you know?" he says meaningfully as he slumps down onto the ice packs.

The redheaded heroine just rolls her eyes and folds her arms again, but what Dan says next makes her do a double take: "So, while you're waiting, why don't you go ahead and finish that lap dance you were giving me?"

"HA!" she gives a short, sharp laugh after a moment, not seemingly offended. "Yeah, right. Glad you're taking your licking with good humor."

"Ahhhh..." the mustachioed cop lets a predatory smile show as he leans back. "I'm not joking, little missy. You just took payment, you know? That cash on the desk. I've been in this department probably longer than you've been alive... I know the rules for supers. One of the worst things they can do, that gets everybody to come down on them, is taking money for their heroism. So afraid of any hint of corruption that there's pretty much no leeway. So... either you're acting as a hero right now and just ripped off a public servant... or, you were taking payment to work as an exotic dancer for the next 15 minutes or so."

Though Fairburne reaches forward as if to grab his throat again, she pauses and thinks. Her lip curls downward again. "Stupid technicality. Whatever, it doesn't matter. I'll put the money back where it was." She starts to reach into her glove.

"Well, about that," Dan says unctuously, "I also got a good look at what was going on with the computer. That little hacking dealie of yours flashes files on screen while it's accessing them, you remember? It might flash by too fast for you to make sense of, but I work here, remember? I can tell what it's going through even if it's just on screen for a split second. And I had a little look myself. Seems like you were using some really creative wording, talking about the well-being of your team. heh heh. Sure is some interesting moonlighting your teammate has been getting up to, hasn't she? Yeah, thanks for telling me which team you're on, the League has a homepage for you kids. Guess your little friend was too new to realize that cape lawyers would've come and bailed her out if she'd just been a little patient. That, or she just thought busting out of lockup would be fun and wanted to show off how the law didn't apply to her."

"God damn it. You really owe me for this one, Rox." Fairburne mutters under her breath. "Uuuuuugh." she buries her face in her hands and gives an exasperated groan, dragging her hands down her face. "Is this seriously happening? You're going to use this to take advantage of one of the superheroines that's pulled your bacon out of the fire god knows how many times? Have you got absolutely no shame?"

"I wouldn't have thought I was the type either, but your bratty attitude really brought it out of me, I guess. Now c'mere." He patted his lap, now only covered by a pair of tacky heart-pattern boxer shorts that he was already pitching quite a tent under.

Cringing, Fairburne steps over to him and rests her nearly-bare butt on top of him. The tip of his 'nightstick' can be seen straining through his boxers and sliding up between her muscular butt cheeks. She begins to slowly rock back and forth, glancing anxiously at the progress of the hacking device every few seconds. Detective Murphy groans lustily and reaches up to enfold her perky young DD breasts in his hands, giving each of them an acquisitive squeeze before he starts to slowly rub his thumbs over the buds of her nipples. The pale, gorgeous redhead bites her lip and closes her eyes as the older man's hands begin roaming all over her body, fingers sliding down between the cleft of her ass, caressing her shoulder, and tracing their way up and down over her stomach.

"Ergh... I can't believe this..." Fairburne mutters, gritting her teeth again as he starts running his tongue over one of her breasts. "Ahhhh..." Dan sighs appreciatively. "Firm and springy to the touch like a ripe tomato. Been too long for me. Let me taste those lips of yours." he pulls on her shoulder.

Showing that she is still a powerhouse capable of bending steel with her bare hands, Fairburne doesn't move an inch closer. "Forget about it, there is no way I'm kissing you. Anything but that."

"Oh?" the man says with a chuckle, giving her exposed butt a couple of spanks. "You don't wanna give me a kiss on the lips? Anything but that? Okay, okay." He tilts back in his chair. "In that case, put your cute little ass up here. I'll give that a kiss."

Fairburne glares at him over her shoulder, but then just rolls her eyes and sighs. "Ughh.... fine, whatever." She stands on the chair, straddling his hips, and drags her bottom up over his chest until it's right in front of his eyes. He immediately dives in between her thighs, dragging his nose and mouth up against her skimpy bikini bottoms.

"Hey... HEY! What the fuck are you doing?!" Fairburne asks, her voice raising in pitch, as she feels Detective Murphy tugging her bikini bottoms to the side with his teeth. The camera view focuses on her smooth, hairless, delicate pink lower lips. Before she can object further she lets out a high-pitched yelp as his tongue washes over her sex. He pulls her closer - now that she's balanced up on the chair, no matter how strong she is, he can still tip her back closer to him - and starts noisily licking and slurping, tongue probing greedily past her entrance and the bristles of his moustache tickling her mound maddeningly.

"You'd better... AH! S-stop... or else..." the heroine balls up one of her fists again. But Dan just keeps teasing her slit with one finger as he pulls back, chuckling. "What's the matter? Captain Johnson is gonna be suspicious if this room doesn't smell like pussy when he comes back, I'm just helping you out, girlie. You taste real good, by the way. And I think you're starting to get wet down here. Aw, I'm flattered."

Fairburne hops down off of the chair and straightens out her green bikini bottoms. "You asshole. Don't think I'm not going to tell the League about this. Just see if they don't get your fat ass fired."

Detective Murphy chuckles again. "You worry about that later, sexy. Right now, you're gonna have to do something about this other ache you've been giving me below the belt since you walked in." Before she can do anything else he hooks his hands around his boxers, tugging them down to his knees and revealing eight inches of girthy cock standing at attention. Fairburne's jaw drops open, her face red... she is momentarily speechless.