Katja goes to the swimwear store

Katja wanted to get out of the heat, and noticed that the "Bikini Zone" shop appeared to be air-conditioned. A bell tinkled as she pushed open the door and entered the cool store.

A balding middle-aged man squinted at her through his glasses and smiled welcomingly. "Well, you look overdressed for the beach, young lady," he commented as he glanced at the blonde up and down.

"Oh, yeah, I guess I am," Katja agreed with a smile as she approached him. "I thought I was going to the office today."

"Hey, you would look great in a two-piece," he told her as he measured her with his eye. "Let me guess... 36D?"

Katja thought for a moment before a flash of realization crossed her eyes and she glanced down at her chest. "Oh, yeah, that's right. Impressive!"

"Those titties are impressive!" he told her, coming around the counter to her. "Are they real?"

"Yes," Katja replied defensively, folding her arms. "Listen, I'm looking for someone..."

"Blondes with big natural tits are in high demand," he interrupted, grabbing her arms and unfolding them. "You a natural blonde?"

"Yes, but... hey!"

"Wow, you're more valuable than you think," he told her, cupping and squeezing at her breasts. "You want to make some money? How do you feel about black guys?"

"Black guys? Get away from me!" Katja protested, pushing him away. "Listen, creep, my name is Kate Perssen and I am a police officer!"

"Oh," he recoiled slightly. "Am I under arrest?"

Katja decided to press her advantage. "I'm looking for a colleague of mine, Cadet Melissa O'Neal, she worked bicycle patrol on the weekend. You seen her?"

"Sure, I know Missy," he replied, rubbing his hands nervously. "She's a regular around here. As a matter of fact, she just got a new bikini on Saturday." He gestured at a revealing string bikini on display nearby.

"Oh? And uh, that was the last time you saw her?"

"Yeah, I think it was the end of her shift, because she wore it out of here," he confided before adding, "You might want to do the same thing. If you're wearing the same thing, it might jog people's memory. It would jog mine."

Katja admitted it made a certain amount of sense, and she wasn't blending in as she was currently dressed. The blonde selected one of the suits and held it up to her front. "Do you have a bigger size?" she asked hopefully.

"Nope, size small only," he said. "I guess you're a little bustier than Missy; she's a 34C."

Katja took the skimpy suit with her to the fitting stall at the back of the store, where she quickly undressed behind a flimsy curtain. She glanced over at her high, heavy breasts in the mirror, unable to deny that they were spectacular. She pulled on the bikini bottoms and tried to fasten the clasp behind her back, her breasts jiggling freely as she struggled.

"Need any help?" the shopowner asked.

"No! I'm fine!" Katja called back, wanting to keep that pervert away from her. Finally fastened, the blonde settled each of her boobs into its cup and checked her reflection. She had to admit that she looked hot; the breasts were mostly exposed but the nipples were snugly covered, and Katja figured that it would fit as long as she didn't make any strange movements.

Before she could start to gather her belongings, Katja noticed something unusual...