A stripshow continued.

Bored, you sit in one of the conference room's office chairs and start spinning around.

A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door and the two officers who arrested you enter. You get up to greet them. "Officer Davie, Officer Nala. You've seen the new rules?"

"Yes sir," both say.

"Good. Come here a second." You wait for the cops to approach. Taking a napkin from the table, you dip it in a pitcher of water and wipe their foreheads, getting rid of your 'stripper cop' mark.

"Officer Davie, you're dismissed. Get back to whatever post you've been assigned to. Nala, stay a moment."

"Alright. See you, boss." the male cop salutes casually and leaves the room.

The female officer stays, looking at you with a tight face.

"You still upset?" you ask her.

"Yes I am," she says angrily. "Just because you're my superior-"

"Stop," you interrupt her. "This is a direct order: You will accept that I can touch whoever I want wherever I want. You will not say anything negative about me or interfere in my business. And you won't quit or get yourself reassigned either. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," she says, doing her best to appear accepting. "Will that be all, sir?"

"You wish. You're not leaving this room until you complete your strip show, Nala."

"But... I'm not a stripper cop anymore, sir," she tries to weasel out of it.

"You're whatever I tell you to be. I said strip, so start stripping. And smile, I want you to look like you want this. You will always do your job with a smile."

It's strained, but there is a smile on Nala's face now. While you sit down she sways rhythmically and unbuttons her uniform shirt, baring her large chest for you. It seems she didn't bother putting her bra back on after her last show.

This time you reach out and grab two handfuls of titty. Nala's smile slips briefly. Then she's back in character, hips moving side to side as she leans into your hands. Her pants are unbuttoned next and she pulls back a bit so she can shake them down her legs without breaking contact with your hands. Looking down, you see her step on the backs of her shoes to get them off quickly.

You give her tits another squeeze before letting go so she can straighten up. Turning around, she hooks her thumbs into her panty's waistband and slides them down just a bit. Her ass shakes for you, then her panties come down another inch. You give her left cheek a good smack before the panties are pulled past it, revealing the most banging booty you've ever seen. Her tits may not compare to your mom's but her ass wins by a mile.

You let out an appreciative whistle and grab it with both hands, shaking them to make her ass jiggle. It pushes back against you when Nala bends over to take her socks off. "You can leave those on. But stay in this position."

Nala sighs and doesn't move. You play with her ass for a couple minutes, using your hands to squeeze and manipulate it or smacking it to see her flesh ripple. Nala doesn't say a word the whole time, but when you stick a hand between her legs she makes a frustrated sound. She's not wet at all, but you know how to fix that. "Nala, get on the table. Lie on your back with your butt on the edge."

The black cop climbs up and lies down, legs parted as they dangle over the edge. Lowering yourself onto the carpet in front of her, you put her thick thighs on your shoulders and lean in to her dark pussy. It's the same color as the rest of her on the outside, but the inside is a bright pink made even brighter by the contrast.

You stick out your tongue and start licking it, but Nala doesn't respond. "Think sexy thoughts," you order her. "Get yourself wet, you know what's coming next."

This time when you dive back in Nala closes her eyes and fondles her big tits. After a while she starts moaning quietly and her thighs tighten around your head, which you decide means she's ready. Prying her legs apart, you get up and pull your pants down. Then you grab Nala's legs again to reposition her on the table's edge, line yourself up, and push forward to slide your cock into her moist opening. It's very warm, almost hot inside. Nala tenses when she feels the intrusion, making her cunt get tighter around your shaft.

"Keep doing that, flex those muscles," you tell her as you start thrusting. Nala does her best to comply, keeping her pussy tight as you slam into it. Her eyes are still closed, and her moans are getting louder.

You moan too, enjoying the way your cock is squeezed repeatedly since Nala can't keep up a constant pressure. But then you glance at the floor-to-ceiling windows that make up one wall of the room and get an idea. Pulling out of the black officer, you get her off the table and walk her to the wall of windows. She notices where you're taking her and pushes back, but it's token resistance at best. In no time you have her pressed against a window, her tits flattening against the glass as you penetrate her from behind.

You don't see anyone outside, but there could be people in the building on the other side of the street, hidden behind the blinds in its windows. The thrill makes you smack Nala's ass and pump into her with renewed vigor, and despite herself she starts cumming, biting her hand to keep herself from screaming.

You kind of wish the windows would open so you could bend Nala over and make her tits swing free, but having her pressed against the closed window does give you more leverage to slam into her. You give it to her roughly, pushing her to a second orgasm before you pull out and erupt, adding a coat of white glaze to her black ass.

The sight is worth taking a photo of. You order Nala to drag her breasts over the window to keep her in place, extending the show for any Peeping Toms out there while you put your pants back on and pull your phone out of its pocket. At least you try to, only to remember that it was confiscated when you were brought in. Looks like you'll have to get it back before you can leave.

"You can get off the window. Clean up and put your uniform back on. You're on foot patrol from now on Officer Nala, dress sexy."