Department of Public Decency

Yuki kept riding with her pussy humming, her hand tempted to reach to her pussy as it aches for release. Another set of red and blue lights appeared behind her. Yuki pulled over, still completely topless, the fox tail shifting against the seat. She rolled the window down, her heavy bare breasts on full display.

The officer stepped up, flashlight beam landing straight on her chest. His face immediately hardened.

Officer: "Ma’am, you’re not wearing a shirt. That’s a violation."

Yuki: "Good evening, officer. I’m conducting a surprise inspection for the Department of Public Decency. So far you’re the only one still wearing clothes. I’ll have to mark you down."

Officer: "There’s no such department. Stop with the bullshit."

Yuki: "That’s a common reaction from officers who score poorly. We evaluate clothing compliance, residual dignity, and professional focus when faced with a senior inspector. You’re already failing the first category."

Officer: "Lady, you’re the one sitting there with your tits out and a fox tail in your ass. You’re not inspecting anyone."

Yuki: "Actually, this is the standard uniform for senior field inspectors. It helps us accurately test whether officers can remain professional under visual pressure. You’ve looked at my chest eleven times since you walked up."

Officer: "I’m looking because you’re exposed. That’s the problem."

Yuki: "No, that’s the test. My husband in the passenger seat is here as a control sample. He scored zero on residual dignity earlier this evening, so he’s very useful for calibration. Whom you didn't even look atleast once. Ain't that funny?"

The officer glanced at Jacob kneeling with the dildo in his ass, then back at Yuki, still clearly not buying it.

Officer: "You’re making this entire thing up."

Yuki: "I’m not. I can escalate this to my supervisor right now if you’d like official confirmation. He’s currently monitoring the inspection on FaceTime."

She tilted the phone so the officer could see my face. I gave a calm, official nod.

Officer: "That doesn’t prove anything. Anyone can sit on a video call."

Yuki: "True. But most people don’t have remote control of the vibrator currently inside the inspector. Which you kept looking atleast ten times."

She shifted slightly in her seat, letting him see the soft reaction on her face as the toy hummed inside her.

Officer: "You’re unreal."

Yuki: "I’m thorough. You’ve now looked at my chest seventeen times. Your professional focus score is dropping rapidly. Continued denial will only make it worse."

The officer stared at her for a long moment, jaw tight. The absolute seriousness on her face slowly started to wear him down.

Officer: "…You’re actually serious about this, aren’t you?"

Yuki: "Completely. This is my job."

Officer: (after a long, defeated silence) "Alright. Fine. I believe you."

Yuki gave him a polite, slightly disappointed smile.

"Thank you for finally cooperating. Unfortunately, your overall score is already quite low due to the extended resistance and repeated visual infractions."

The officer’s expression changed to real concern.

Officer: "Wait. Low? How low? Look, I didn’t understand the situation at first. You can’t blame me for that. Is there any way you can adjust the score? Maybe note that I became cooperative once I understood?"

Yuki: "I can take it under consideration."

Officer: (leaning in a little) "Please. I’m asking you to rethink it. I’ll be more professional next time. Just… don’t submit a bad score."

Yuki: "I’ll think about it."

She rolled the window up without another word and pulled away, leaving the officer standing there looking genuinely worried.

I laughed quietly and rewarded her by sliding the vibrator up to level 8.

Yuki’s hips jerked and a sharp, needy moan spilled out of her throat. Her bare breasts trembled as the stronger pulses hammered deep inside her, forcing a fresh, shiny trail of wetness to run down onto the seat while she drove on, still smiling.