Katja talks to the beach bunny

Katja's attention was drawn to a young woman in a bikini, and the cadet walked directly over to the tanned brunette. "Are you a regular around here?" Katja asked her.

The brunette smiled as she took a sip of water as she looked the blonde up and down. "You could say that. Doesn't look like you are though."

"I'm not here to suntan," Katja announced, proudly displaying her brand-new badge. "Have you seen a young beach patrol officer named Missy O'Neal? She was probably working here on the weekend..."

"Yeah, I think I know the girl you're talking about..." the beach bunny replied. "She was much better at fitting in though." The brunette returned to appraising Katja's body. "I bet you'd look even better naked than she did."

"Naked? When was this?" Katja asked, flipping open her notebook and writing 'missy naked?' in it.

But the brunette just laughed and started walking back toward the beach. Katja struggled to follow her but quickly had to abandon her shoes in the sand and continue barefoot. "Wait, uh, when was the last time you saw Missy?"

"Yesterday, maybe the day before?" the brunette replied, turning again. "She asked me if I knew anything about white slavery..."

"White slavery?" Katja interrupted. "What's that?"

"Oh, just these rumors about pretty young white girls who get lured into slavery, black guys using and abusing them until they're nice and obedient cock slaves, so they can ultimately be sold and end up overseas."

"Oh my god, are you serious?!" Katja gasped, scribbling 'white girls' and 'black cock slaves' in her notebook and feeling a sudden tingle of arousal as she looked at the words.

"I figure it's all bullshit," she smirked. "Cooked up by racist fathers and white boys to scare us away from the predator negro who wants to defile their daughters, sisters and girlfriends with massive cocks and potent seed."

Katja bit her lip, exerting all of her self-control to keep from masturbating right then and there. Instead she focused on trying to keep her pen from shaking as she wrote the shocking fantasy down. "Uh, uh, was that it? She just asked you about white slavery... what was your name?"

"Stacey," the brunette replied. "She also asked me if I had seen any cheerleaders around."

"Cheerleaders?"

"Yeah, she started by asking me if I knew anything about a high school cheerleader, and I said that I didn't, and then she asked me about white slavery, and I kind of laughed it off, and then she looked down at some papers and left," Stacey recounted.

"Papers? Like a notebook?"

Stacey laughed and shook her head. "No, she didn't carry a notebook or badge or anything. I think it was a flyer from the Beach Bunnies Strip Club." Katja made a note then closed her notebook, but Stacey continued. "Anyway, I saw her later and she was wearing a little blue bikini. We were playing beach volleyball and she asked to join us. She was okay but the bikini didn't fit right and her nipples kept slipping out. Then she stopped playing and left."

"Where did she go?" Katja inquired. "This is important. What do you remember?"

"Uh, these black guys were watching us, and basically calling out sexual things at us, about what they wanting to do to us..." Stacey's voice trailed off.

"Oh yeah, like what?" Katja prompted eagerly.

"Like how they loved to fuck hot white girls, and they'd make us forget about our boyfriends, and one kept saying he was gonna breed me..." Stacey's voice quivered slightly. "Like, impregnate, I guess? And they were really giving it to Missy, because of all the trouble she was having keeping her top on... so one got up and started rubbing the front of his trunks, and he had a pretty clear erection building up in there, and so I figured Missy finally had enough, because she went over there to talk to him! But a couple of minutes later, she up and leaves with him!"

"Willingly?" Katja asked.

"Yeah, seemed like it."

Katja sighed. "Well, I'd like to talk to your volleyball friends if I could, see what they saw."

"No problem, we're scheduled to play soon," Stacey told her.

"Would you remember any of these black guys who were hooting and hollering at you?"

"Yeah, they should be there today, too," Stacey said, turning slightly red, but Katja didn't notice that. "There was one more thing, Missy also described a black man that she was looking for in particular."

"A suspect, huh?" Katja said, flipping open her notebook again. "Was that the guy she was off with?"

"Maybe," Stacey allowed. "It was hard to tell from where I was."

"Well, what was the description?" the blonde cadet queried, pen hovering over paper.

Stacey cast a nervous look. "Um, twelve to fourteen inches long, three to four inches wide, about the size of her forearm, a deep black veiny shaft with a purplish head..."

Katja had been carefully recording what the brunette said, but looked up with wide blue eyes. "Is that a penis she's describing?!" When Stacey nodded, the cadet added, "I've never seen a cock that big... there can't be that many of them!"

Stacey shrugged, smiling slightly at the hapless blonde recruit before adding that Missy described the semen it would generate as nutty in taste. Katja briefly wondered how Missy would know that, but the thought of that southern belle guzzling the juices of an oversized negro fuckpole was too incredible to contemplate, and instead assumed that it was a partial description provided by a witness or informant.