Bully the bully

My hand tugs on the front of her blue top, popping the buttons off as I go along.

"H-hey! Ahab!" Macy protests with a tremble in her voice as her confidence starts to crumble.

Her top is hanging open now and I chuckle even as I feel my member stiffen a little. "No bra, Macy? Naughty, naughty."

Macy blushes and tries to cover up as a good quarter of the crowd moves in, eager to see this loose cannon pay for all the times she played by her own rules.

Poncho and Pincho continue to eagerly bark and jump up against Macy, keeping her off balance as I carefully undo her belt.

Georgia, meanwhile, has stepped back and is laughing hysterically as her so-called partner gets overwhelmed, not realizing Thomas Jefferson has taken a liking to her own bottoms, and has started to pull them down the athletic black woman's juicy booty.

I yank Macy's belt off her body, causing the increasingly embarrassed cop to spin around like an old cartoon as her top flies off her body (and is quickly snagged by a woman in the crowd) and her bottoms tumble to the ground. The motion leaves her dizzy and disoriented, and she stumbles out of them, leaving her in just her racy thong.

Wolf-whistles erupt from the crowd, some because of me, but just as many for the sexy, nearly nude officer.

Macy quickly uses her arms to cover herself and screams in embarrassment. "Georgia, help meeeeee!"

But her partner is long gone. She's now chasing after her chewed-up bottoms, still in Jefferson's mouth, her own embarrassing undies on display (white grannie panties that clash nicely with her bountiful black booty).

Macy stumbles back towards me, her face is beet red, her hair is a mess, and all she has left is her little thong and her footwear.

"Come on Ahab, I-I was just joking before!" Macy sheepishly grins as she gently caresses my bare chest. "Pleeeeeeeeaase?"