Jonny's new body is called in to meet her new boss--Selina

Jonny walked the body of the possessed officer out of the locker room and through the throngs of people darting about in the chaos of the bust station. People yelled into cell phones, checked databases furiously, and anything else they could do to figure out who had been responsible for the attempt on the life of the Mayor. Little did they know the culprit was right before them tucked into the body of one of their very own. As a new recruit, Officer Brady wore her crisp new police uniform with pride, the tight, wrinkle-less uniform hugging her every luscious curve and her badge sparkling with the indelible shine of a bright future. Jonny strutted through the police station, his wonderful ass gathering a few lustful stares from the convicts who sat handcuffed together on the benches nearby.

Officer Brady’s possessed meat suit strutted up to the Chief’s door and knocked politely. “Come in!” came Selina’s yell from the other side of the door. Jonny entered and closed the door behind him, his host smiling warmly at her new boss. Selina looked tired, and two cups of coffee sat upon her desk, even at this early hour. She motioned for Jonny to sit down, which he did—still getting used to the expanded rear end his current body carried. “Good to have you one the ****, Officer Brady,” Selina said, shaking Jonny’s hand. “Good to be here,” he replied, “I’ve wanted to do this since I was a little girl.” Selina wasted no time. “So what do you think we should do about this Mayor thing?” she asked immediately. Jonny was surprised that she would ask such of a thing of a new recruit. He paused. “I’d place round-the-clock guards at the Mayor’s house and office, and if you can get the people to be feds or state guys that’s even better because we don’t know who we can trust after what Brown did,” Jonny declared. “Done,” Selina said, “but still good thinking.” Jonny felt pressed to come up with more. “Any unusual transactions in or out of Brown’s account?” Jonny asked. “Checked. Nothing,” Selina said. “What about other—companionship?” Jonny asked. Selina frowned. “What do you mean?” Jonny paused.

“Well,” he began, “I know that cops—especially male cops—sometimes get so stressed out by the job that they seek, well, prostitutes,” Jonny said, not sure how Selina would react to a suggestion like that about one of her fallen officers. Selina thought for a minute. “I had not considered that,” she said, “good going rookie,” she said as she stood up. “You’re with me,” she declared as she walked out of the room. Somewhat surprised, Jonny stood up and followed. “Where are we going?” Jonny asked. Selina responded as the two stepped out into the parking lot and headed for Selina’s car, “There’s a whorehouse on the edge of town. If Brown was getting his fucks from anywhere other than his wife, that’s where he’d go,” she said as the two got into the car and started in that direction.

The two rolled through the streets of the city over the potholes and past the empty storefronts with broken windows. “This was a nice place when I was your age,” Selina said, “you’re like 22 or 23 right?” Jonny nodded. “I remember my mom told me when my dad died that this place was going downhill,” Jonny said, tapping into his host’s memories. He let himself be overcome by Officer Brady’s emotions—seeming to **** back tears. Selina noticed. “I bet that was hard for you,” she said, “growing up the daughter of a black father and a white mother . . . how did you cope with that?” Jonny paused. “I dreamed a lot—about a job I could do that would make things better, one that would make people respect me. That’s why I am so excited to have this job. Ever since I put on the uniform, well, it’s like something all new has gotten into me,” Jonny said, chuckling on the inside. “Well I’m glad you’re here Leah,” Selina said with a smile.

“This job will pull you in fifty different directions at once. You’ll want a family, friends, dates, time off, and all that stuff, but especially early on you just won’t have time,” Selina said. “I guess I’ll just have to get minions,” replied the possessed officer. Selina smiled a bit. “What is it chief?” Jonny asked. Selina paused again and shook her head. “Nothing . . . just . . . you—you reminded me of someone is all,” she declared as the two pulled into the parking area in front of the building Selina had talked about.

It was a house that, at one time, must have been very nice, but had seen better days. Shutters fell off, pieces of the siding rotted. Still, lights were on inside. “Wait here for five minutes, then come in. I’ve dealt with these bitches before, and I want to talk to them alone before you do anything,” Selina instructed. “Got it chief,” Jonny responded. Selina exited the car and walked up to the house. Inside Leah Brady’s body, Jonny watched Selina’s curvaceous ass as she strutted up to the house and entered the door. Jonny sat in the car and waited a few minutes. He examined his new face in the car’s mirror. “Fitting in just fine, my dear,” he said to his vessel with a smile. After a couple more minutes, Jonny exited the car and walked up to the old house.

He entered to find Selina talking to an older woman. This woman appeared to be in her mid-fifties and was trying to stay a whole lot younger. She seemed to have had several botox injections and a face lift or two. Her boobs were so big they were obviously fake, and her lips were massive. This aging madam had destroyed her body just to try to stay young, which failed anyway. “You say Brown’s favorite girl was this one?” Selina demanded as she held up a picture. “Yes, but she’s long gone now. She took her fake tits and bolted as soon as Brown’s story ended up all over the news. How’s that going, by the way? I do hope nothing happens to you, my dear officer,” the woman said with mock sincerity. “I’ll bet you do bitch,” Selina said. The woman eyed Jonny when he came in. “Babe,” she said, “if you ever figure out how underpaid you are, give me a call. I could use new women, especially with bodies like yours. I’ve got a man who insists on trying out every biracial girl in my employ, and you’d make me a bundle,” she said with a smile as her eyes crawled all over Jonny. “I’d like to make you a prisoner,” Jonny replied flatly. “I’ve got cuffs very close by,” the woman said as she attempted a sexy smile.

“My partner and I will take a look around,” Selina said. The woman let them do so as the two women walked down the hall. The two split up and went to separate rooms. Jonny walked gingerly inside Leah’s body, careful not to make too much noise in case somebody actually was about. He slowly entered a bedroom with the shades drawn. A couple pairs of handcuffs and a feather boa hung sexily from the bedpost. This place just looked like a fuck palace.

Suddenly, Jonny heard the click of a gun. He stopped. Looking in the direction of the noise, he saw a very large white male dressed in biker clothes that were too small for him. His hairy belly bulged out beneath an ill-fitting muscle shirt. The man looked disheveled and lecherous. He looked upon Jonny with hungry eyes. “Don’t you dare even jiggle that ass honey,” he said, “’cause if I even think you’re going for that gun, I’ll blow a hole through those beautiful, bouncy tits of yours, and that’ll be a shame,” he said. Jonny just chuckled a little bit. He was sure Selina was occupied elsewhere. “My dear man,” Jonny began, “I haven’t needed a gun in a century.” The man looked puzzled for a minute. Suddenly, Jonny concentrated, and from his hand shot a giant, swirling ball of energy, dust, and black smoke. This ball of pure power flew at the man and struck him. It lifted his big, bloated body off the ground easily and sent him flying out the window with a loud crash. The man was dead while in mid air, and his lifeless and limp body fell roughly to the ground outside, lifeless. “I take my boobs very seriously,” Jonny said with a grin to his now-absent assailant.

Suddenly, another noise came from elsewhere in the room. It sounded tiny, like a whimper. Jonny immediately turned his host’s head in the direction of the noise, only to find a closet door. “Interesting,” he said as he slowly walked in the direction of the door. He reached Leah’s hand up and slowly took hold of the doorknob. Suddenly, he yanked the door open, ready for a fight from whatever was inside. What he saw surprised him a great deal. He beheld only a small boy—could not have been more than seven or eight. The boy had blonde hair and an innocent face, and he bore a Power Rangers t-shirt with great pride. Jonny stepped back, surprised.