Action Report!

You take a moment to survey the damage. Sprinkles is groggily sitting up, face smeared with spit and makeup. Checking over your shoulder, Licorice has propped herself against the warehouse, wincing with the slightest movement.

Ya done good, son!

You look to Sprinkles and your attention is focused between her legs. You remember the way she had pressed her hot cunt against you earlier and how surprisingly wet she had been. Not to mention the fact that you had promised to fuck her, the inexperienced little minx. And wouldn't it be fun to really give it to her now, while she's nearly delirious from your hatefucking? The thought of tackling her now, when she's at her most helpless, is stiffening your cock back to raging hardness and you can't help but marvel at your new vigor. If this keeps up, you're going to absolutely destroy your previous record for most orgasms in a single day!

But before you can act on that thought, the area is flooded with light and noise.

You turn with a shrill squeal, your dick whipping through the air, and cry out, "Don't hurt me!"

Such a boss.

You can't see much; though your badass shades help cut out the worst of the glare, you can only barely make out the outline of three vehicles, their headlights blazing. Car doors open, and you hear a number of voices shouting commands, the click of high heels on pavement and a steady "Hup hup hup hup" as a group of women in skintight bodysuits with plunging necklines move to the fallen members of the Chupar Familia.

Then a figure stands in front of the nearest vehicle and a familiar voice says, "Ah, Officer David. Good to see you alive and well."

The figure is nothing but a silhouette framed against the light. You perk up a bit and edge closer.

"Uhh...Officer Loose Cannon, reporting for duty. Suck... my... dick?"

There is a brief beat of silence, then the figure says, "In a...moment, Officer, first we have some things to discuss."

She raises a hand and the headlights behind her wink out. You blink behind your shades, your eyes adjusting, and get your first good look at her: tall, towering over you (not that that's saying much, you goblin freak), dark skin, short black hair cut in a pixie style. She looks familiar but you can't quite place it...

You gaze drifts down to her open suit jacket, displaying breasts worthy of a supermodel, and it clicks.

"Oh, hey! Choco-tits! Whazzup?"

"...I think you mean, 'Agent Frelling,' Officer."

You shrug and peek at her over the rim of your sunglasses. "Yeah sure whatever, babe. Nice threads!"

The CIA agent has changed out her previous outfit of a body-covering trenchcoat to a revealing...well, business suit might be a bit of a stretch, but it's the closest your pea-brain can come up with. She has a black suit jacket, with a short white button-up shirt underneath. You particularly like the way that the shirt neither buttons past mid-tit, nor covers her stomach, giving you an eyeful of dark cleavage while displaying her smooth, toned belly. She's wearing tight business pants that cling to the curves of her ass, and the Y of a high-waisted thong hugs her hips. A necktie hangs loose on her neck, falling between her magnificent breasts, and she's sporting her own set of deep red shades to complete the ensemble. All things considered, she looks both supremely competent and fantastically slutty.

This should be fun!

"You're probably wondering why I'm here," she begins, reaching up a gloved hand to adjust an earpiece. You weren't; really you just figured the Universe must've seen you weren't getting your knob polished and the solution was some dark meat on the side hehe. But she continues, "I've been in contact with your liasion, Officer Guzz, who informed me that you had encountered members of the notorious Chupar Familia gang. I came as soon as I heard."

"Well, if that's all it takes to make you come, then I won't have to do much," you smirk, hands on your hips. Dude, how did you not get laid in the land of the living? Then something she said penetrates your cock lust.

"Oh wait, Guzzle! She got herself stuck back in-"

"BACK WHEN YOU CRASHED THE CAR, YES THAT IS CORRECT DAVIDNOWSHUTUP"

You look over at one of the vehicles still running with their lights on, and see Guzzle, hauling herself out of K.U.N.T. The car's hood is crumpled, but she's no longer belching smoke, and her engine isn't making that awful whining sound.

"Guzzle! K.U.N.T.! Wow, the gang's all here!"

It's an odd thing, but you're actually kinda happy. Not just because now you have what might be your favorite set of holes around again, but because of...feelings? You might...actually kinda... LIKE Guzzle? Or maybe-

"Speaking of gangs," Frelling says, cutting off your unsettling surge of introspection. "You've been face to face with the Familia, Officer David. What have you learned?"

You blink, your eyes at perfect tit-level with the Amazonian goddess. "Uhh...rough sex is awesome?"

Frelling tilts her head slowly, and Maxine facepalms.

"About the Familia you fucking idiot," she groans into her hand, shooting Frelling an apologetic look.

"Oh! Well, the goth one is Licorice, and I fucked her ass. You'd like her, Guzzle, she's a bitch like you! The one with all the color, that's Sprinkles, and she's cool. I fucked her fat tits, and destroyed her throat. It was awesome," you say with all the matter-of-fact enthusiasm of a child at show and tell.

Maxine looks apoplectic with rage, too incensed to do anything but sputter, while Frelling goes stonefaced. She tries her luck next.

"I...see. But, Officer...what about the facefuckings? Do you have any new information about the Furious Facefucker?"

Oh yeah!

"Oh yeah!" you say, nodding vigorously. "Sprinkles told me that the Boss of the Famliatchi and the Mayor might be in ca-boots together, they might know something. Well, she kinda told me, but I'm the one who figured it out. Cuz I'm Officer Loose Cannon, best detective on the ****!" you plant your hands on your hips and turn your head to look dramatically into the distance.

Guzzle and Frelling share a look and a nod, twin shark-like grins spreading over their features. Guzzle speaks up first.

"Well, setting aside the fact you mangled 'the Boss and Mayor might be in cahoots together,' that's a solid lead! Never thought I'd say this, but nice work, kid!" she punches your arm, knocking you off balance.

Frelling nods. "Indeed. All we need now is the location of the Familia headquarters; just where is this Boss of theirs hiding?"

Maxine looks at her. "Wait, we're hitting the Boss first? Why? We already have the Mayor under suspicion, why not go after her?"

Frelling takes a moment to respond, her lips moving as she mutters something into a small microphone attached to her earpiece. Then she shakes her head, and says, "The Mayor is under suspicion, we can't afford to make a move against her until we have something concrete. Imagine the scandal if we hit her hard and we didn't have anything to pin on her."

Guzzle thinks a moment and nods, her jaw tight. "You're right. That was dumb of me."

The Agent shakes her head and reaches out to caress Maxine's shoulder. "No. You're thinking like an officer of the law: Catch the crook, stop the crime. You want to protect the innocent women of GirlsVille as soon as possible. That's commendable, Officer Guzz. Some might even say that's...heroic."

Frelling pauses, the tips of her fingers tracing little patterns on Maxine's arm. Max stares back, her back arched, her gaze hungry. You look between the two, and say-

"Are you two gonna make out?"