A young policewoman comes for a visit

Rodney Dexler spent a little more time checking out some of Madeline's posted photos and videos, particularly focusing on some pretty nice footage of "MaddiE" and another busty blonde girl (tagged as "SxxyLilLexxi") at what appeared to be a slumber party clowning around and dancing to pop music, their well-developed young breasts bouncing and jiggling unsupported inside of tightly-fitted vests, innocent exuberance made nonetheless sexual by their cockteasing nubile bodies.

"I gotta get these dumb white girls on some thick nigga cock, no matter what it takes," Rodney vowed, pouring himself a stiff bourbon as he watched their childish frolicking. "Time for them to grow up and start having some black babies."

Rodney sat at his desk drinking a half-bottle of bourbon, fantasizing about high school girls a fraction of his own age that he had never met, before finally getting to his feet and stumbling out of the office and to his car. By now, the work day was long over and everyone else had gone home. Once behind the wheel, Rodney threw it into gear and quickly drove to a nearby stripclub.

It was almost an hour of drunken belligerence before Rodney got thrown out for inappropriate behavior when he exposed himself to a stripper from whom he had purchased a private dance. He got back into his car and drove home, parking the car half on the lawn and half on the driveway before going out back to smoke a joint and calm down.

"Fucking racist bitch should have sucked my cock," Rodney fumed as he tried to unwind. "All them white bitches should be on their knees suckin my cock." His drunken mutterings were interrupted when he saw a shadowy figure appear around the side of his house from the direction of the street. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I-I'm a policewoman," came the nervous reply as the female form approached from the darkness. "My name is Caitlyn O'Neill." As she ascended the steps to the patio, the little bit of light from the house sparkled in her bright green eyes. She looked to be in her early twenties, reddish-brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and a very Irish complexion, with freckles speckled across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. The young deputy regarded him warily, and Rodney assumed she had likely heard his drunken declaration that white bitches should be sucking his cock. He looked up and down her slim, athletic body approvingly, his dick started to stiffen as his eyes fell on a nice sized pair of breasts currently hidden in a powder-blue button-up top, and figured she was definitely young, white and sexy enough to occupy his interests that night.

"I'm Big Black Rod!" he told her with a whoozy chortle as he squinted at her black boots, knee-length blue skirt, utility belt, and the official looking cap perched on her head. "Are you a stripper?"

"I'm a policewoman," she repeated as she moved in front of him, looking up into his leering face while fidgeting with her belt buckle. "We received a call of a vehicle matching the description of the one out front leaving a stripclub across town, driven by an intoxicated male matching your description."

"You mean you here looking for a negro?" Rodney guessed, causing the deputy to flinch at the word.

"African-American, yes, sir," Caitlyn tried to clarify and she nervously grabbed her notebook and flipped it open. "The report is the same male exposed himself at the club prior to leaving."

"Exposed himself, what does that mean?" Rodney wondered, playing stupid.

"It means... his penis..." she started to say, blushing.

"Cock," Rodney snapped, seeing how uncomfortable she was. "Say negro cock."

"The negro showed his cock to one of the girls," Caitlyn told him, and Rodney could tell she knew more.

"A white girl?" he pressed on.

"Yes, sir," she affirmed with an embarrassed smile.

"Did she say it was big?"

"It was the biggest she'd ever seen," Caitlyn nodded, licking her lips. "Not even fully erect, and already huge."

"So it's a police incident if a white girl sees a huge fucking negro cock?" Rodney sneered at the hapless cop, his hand going down to the stiffening rod in his pants. "That's pretty racist, isn't it?"

"No, sir," Caitlyn protested, by now flustered, completely distracted from the drunk driving investigation and wondering just what he had hidden in the crotch of his trousers