Holt Changes His Mind

You help Amy off the desk on her wobbly legs. She looks completely ruined: face and tits glazed with layers of cum, marker writing smeared across her body, thighs shiny with juices, and her holes still visibly leaking.

Before you can even pull your pants up, Holt raises a hand.

“Not yet. I’ve changed my mind.”

He walks over to his desk phone and presses a button.

“Detective Diaz, my office. Immediately.”

Amy’s eyes widen with a fresh wave of filthy panic and arousal. You feel your spent cock twitch again.

Less than a minute later, Rosa enters without knocking. The second she sees Amy - marked up, dripping, and barely standing - a slow, predatory grin spreads across her face.

“Well, well… look at this little cum rag,” Rosa chuckles darkly. “You really went all out, Captain.”

Holt gestures casually toward Amy.

“She’s still producing. I thought you might want first rights to the next round before she goes back into the bullpen.”

Rosa doesn’t even hesitate. She grabs Amy by the ponytail, yanks her forward, and spits directly into her open mouth.

“On your knees, whore.”

Amy drops instantly. Rosa unzips her jeans, shoves them down, and plants her pussy right on Amy’s face.

“Drink.”

You and Holt watch as Rosa pisses straight into Amy’s mouth. Amy gulps desperately, **** and swallowing Rosa’s hot stream while it overflows down her chin and soaks her already ruined blouse. Rosa moans, grinding her clit against Amy’s nose as she finishes.

When she’s done, Rosa steps back and looks at you.

“Your turn, Peralta. Piss on your girlfriend’s tits. Mark her.”

You step forward, aim your cock at Amy’s marked-up chest, and release. A powerful stream splashes across “PROPERTY OF THE NINE-NINE” and washes some of the cum down her stomach. Amy moans like a broken slut the entire time, rubbing the piss and cum into her skin.

Holt watches with clinical fascination.

“Excellent. Now, Santiago - you will not clean any of this. You’re going back to your desk exactly as you are. Rosa, you will escort her. Make sure she sits in the wettest part of her chair.”

Rosa yanks Amy up by the hair and kisses her roughly, licking some of the mess off her face.

Before they leave, Holt adds one final command:

“Peralta, you’re going to fuck Rosa in the ass while she sits at her own desk in ten minutes. I want Amy sitting right next to you both, pretending to work, while your cum leaks out of Rosa’s ass onto her chair. Rosa - you will then make Amy lick the seat clean before the end of the day.”

Rosa smirks and slaps Amy’s ass hard.

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go, cum dump.”

As Rosa drags a cum-drenched, piss-soaked Amy out of the office, Holt turns to you.

“One more thing, Peralta.”

He opens his bottom drawer and pulls out a thick black collar with “PRECINCT TOY” engraved on it.

“You will put this on Amy at lunch. She’ll wear it under her collar for the rest of the day. And tonight… the entire squad is invited to a ‘team building’ event at my apartment. Attendance is mandatory.”

Holt’s eyes gleam with something almost sadistic.

“Bring lube. Lots of it. And tell Boyle we’ll need his special ‘flavor enhancer.’”

He sits back down, perfectly composed once again.

“Dismissed.”

You step out of the office to find Rosa already making Amy grind her piss-soaked pussy on the edge of Rosa’s desk in plain view while pretending to show her something on the computer.

Amy looks over at you, eyes glassy, makeup destroyed, body marked and dripping with every possible fluid.

She smiles like she’s never been happier.