Stroll out and troll around looking for some holes

"WHATEVER, I'LL BE STUFFING YOUR ASSHOLES LATER", you tell through the precinct. Once they have turned the corner and walked a secure distance of course. You might be in a powertrip fantasy world where the hottest bitches drop to their knees and tickle their tonsils with your dick if you ask nicely, but still, authority is authority and you have learned a thing or two about messing with your boss during your last few pathetic attempts at "stable employment".

With that brief intermission out of the way, you start looking for the exit. It takes you a few minutes of searching despite the huge signs plastered everywhere. Yeah. There's a reason why you've definitely landed your most prestigious gig right now. During this the wet spot on the crusty front of your filthy, smelly pants grows noticeably. If there's one thing you aren't lacking, it's horny juice in your balls. That's one thing BJU barely changed, besides giving you almost unlimited amounts of sauce to paint all those bitches who denied you with. Maybe you should have asked Guzzler for some quick assistance before that statuesque amazon bitch walked off with the other sluts? Isn't she like your personal set of holes now? Anyway, quick thinking was never one of your strong suits. So instead, you walk on, frustrated and with a raging hard-on.

Thank BJU, there's still plenty of absolute grade-A fuckmeat around and even a meek loser like you finally grows some balls when presented with such a selection of sluts practically begging for it. You content yourself with looking at all the finger-lickin' good hotties strutting around until you walk directly past one of the cop-sluts who seems to be very, very focused on finding some very, very important paperwork. Or maybe doing something else. In any case, you don't really care. To you, she's a hot piece of thicc pornstar ass bisected by a narrow strip of deep blue fabric, neatly burrowed between the bulging peach-shaped cheeks. Incredibly hot stripper ass just begging to be wrapped around a pole.

SLAP

Your hand has pretty much moved on it's own, sending all that fat-assed goodness jiggling. All those thoughts got you riled up, and Officer Bootilicious finds herself with a hefty dose of misconduct at hand. Or is it sexual harassment now that you're a "CIA" agent? You haven't really thought this one through, have you?

Still, it felt fucking amazing, liberating even. As you rush on, terrified, but still elated, you catch her look up from the corner of your eyes. Gorgeous as fuck, with flowing long blonde hair and a face with the appropriately bitchy expression of someone who just got interrupted doing some urgently needed work, stressed out and pissed.

"Hey! Mister! What are ... "

You hobble away, comically pretending not to hear whatever the bitch has to say, even putting fingers into your ears. Whatever she has to say, a mere "Hey!" is flowers compared to a career-ending HR nightmare that would have been expected in any other situation. And fucking hell, she did look utterly fuckable when pissed. You walk on towards the exit, savoring the feeling of that juicy, jiggling booty and stroking yourself through your pants lazily. Guzzler should definitely introduce you later.

Dozens of leering gazes are completely lost on your euphoric ass. Being the complete idiot that you are, jumping and trotting through the room like a complete jackass while bossy cops, chicks paying for their parking tickets and even a few delivery girls give you disgruntled looks. If only you would care ...

BUMP

Something warm touches stops you. You fall into it cock-first, failing to see the policewoman guarding the entrance until it's too late and you walk right into her. Or jump into her. Or retardedly half-hop into her ... whatever it was you were doing while jerking off in public. At least that part didn't take much BJU magic to adjust.

Of course, your cock is the one to make the personal acquaintance. You push into her long enough to leave a wet, soggy spot on her dark skin before bouncing back like a . The officer remains standing, both of her feet firmly planted on the ground despite wearing the standard-issue boots that look too much on the stripper side to be practical. At least for once, it's the Latina cop who's sneering up at you instead of the other way. Even in BJU, most of the Officers you've met have so far towered over your goblin slouch. Of course, that wasn't hard, with big-titted amazons like Guzzler casually shoving their fat knockers into your face.

The fact that Officer Shortstack with thicc hips and massive boobs has to tilt her face up makes it hard to take the the way her dick sucking lips are frowning seriously, even though she's showing she's not happy.

"Hey! Sir! You do know you cannot just walk in here like that!"

Hearing her goofy-ass voice, you can't help but snort. With her eyes hidden behind a pair of aviator shades of the Officer Cumguzzler issue, she tries hard to look tough as-nails and "proper" cop, but there's definitely a reason why this Latina bimbo was relegated to glorified security. Or, rather, a good pair of reasons. Her fat knockers are so bouncy, they even keep jiggling long after you've rebounded from this dumb bitch, reflecting obscenely in the glass of her "bossy" eyewear. With the pool of soggy jizz-pudding coating her bare midriff, she looks even more of a hot joke and practically invites any male visitor (of which there are few if any) to leer down into the Rio Grande Titfuck Valley.

Fuck it. Why just leer into it? You decide to go for it. While she opens her mouth for yet another "authoritative" lecture, you unleash all your perverted desires, darting forward, and slide your claw-like hands inside her very, very straining uniform crop top. Your dash comes off a bit awkward (you're still getting the hang of the whole sexual harassment thing after all), but since she shrieks instead of shoving you away like a proper amazon bitch would, you have ample time to grope and knead the brown fuckmeat on display.

"Mister! What do you think you're doing!"

By the time the goofy cop-fuckdoll overcomes the initial shock, her response sounding even more shrieking, you've had plenty of playtime with her big Latina knockers looking comically large on her tiny frame. You find both of her nipples very hard and grab them for good measure.

"How'd you like that you DUMB. LITTLE. CUNT?", you grunt, feeling emboldened by the lack of resistance and twist the Officer's nipples really hard, sending the authority figure shrieking like a little girl.

For good measure, you get your filthy hands stuck, and manage to soak her badge, proudly displayed over her right breast - bitch probably thought guarding a door made her hot shit - in your cock-juices and tearing the uniform/strip club thing in the process of removing it.

"Nice tits bitch! Now keep guarding that door!", you rub in meanly before rushing outside. Looking over your shoulder you find her trying to hold what barely amounts to a strip of torn fabric together, not quite succeeding in pushing it over her disproportionate balloons. Bitch looks like she's about to cry. Definitely has other concerns than following you. A few of the cop-sluts in the bullpen seem to be making their way towards you, but none follow you outside when you rush through the door.

Whew.

Perhaps this whole little detour was a good thing after all. You might have really, really wanted Guzzler to suck you off again, but then again - she'll be gargling your nuts on the regular now (you've decided that as soon as she walked into that door) and you wouldn't have bumped cock-first into a fresh cop bitch and "accidentally" felt up the cops' tits and asses otherwise. Coming to work tomorrow is bound to be fun, but you wouldn't be David if you planned that far ahead, right?

Contemplating the sea of possibilities open to you - all of them involving you dumping loads into way-outta-your-league hotties - you finally step out and take a breath of the fresh mid-day air outside. The street scenery in front of you resembles some nondescript East-coast metropolis. And the part of town you are in has definitely seen better days. At least that part's kinda like home.

The row of brownstones on the opposite side is definitely in need of some urgent repairs. On the street before you, the concrete has cracked and steam leaks from an open manhole in the middle of the road. Grass has started to sprout in through the sidewalk. With piles of trash littering the street, the occasional gust of wind penetrating the thick, sweltering air stirs up a tornado of junk - for the most part a curious combination of lollipop wrappers, torn out pages from porn mags and discarded panties. Not that you care too much, your neanderthal brain focusing on looking for something to cram your dick into instead.

While the scenery resembles an 80s crime-infested inner city before police control and gentrification turned most of them into playgrounds for yuppies, the are no smelly hobos, junkies or punks to be found anywhere. Instead, it's still a 9/10 ratio of scantily clad, finger-lickin' hotties out and about. Each and every one there for you to cram your dick into their wet orifices - whether they want it or not.

Letting your gaze scan the tantalizing amount of hot fuck meat on display lazily, you pick your next target from the menu, taking your time to ogle each pair of tits, from small, slim and perky racks to giant natural knockers quaking at each step and to look after each and every ass, from sporty, tight butts to thick booties. You don't bother to even pretend doing something else then eye-fucking hot chicks going about their day as you stagger down the stairs of the police districts.

On your way down, you catch quite a few disapproving stares from the serious, professional working women of this town doing their duties, uncomfortable with being visually **** by some disgusting dressed loser, but at this point you don't care. Each and every last one of them is dressed like a slut, and you can make their frowning lips to work around your dick in an instant. Finally realizing the whole scope of possibilities this world offers, you pick out an uptight brunette striding past, completely ignoring you, head raised proudly and slap her ass hard, chuckling meanly as she shrieks in surprise and hurries away up the stairs, loudly banging her high heels on the cracked tiles below.

Jumping down two sets of stairs at once, you don't pay too much attention to the quite decaying public infrastructure around you, licking your lips as you contemplate the world of possibilities before you. It's a minor miracle that you don't end up taking a shortcut tripping down the stairs. BJU be praised you arrive at the bottom safely, feeling blood rushing to your nether regions as a lean, leggy blonde wearing extremely tight-fitting booty shorts and a skimpy sports bra leaving her entire toned midriff exposed forces jogs past you.

"NICE ASS", you scream after her. When she doesn't reply, you add a disappointed "CUNT" for good measure. Never mind the headphones in her ears - following the hypnotic sway of her ass with your hungry gaze, you mindlessly stumble across the street. Further ahead, a petite Asian girl wearing cute schoolgirl shoes, thigh-high socks and a black skirt short enough to expose her panties every with every gust, stops dead in her tracks, teen mouth agape and stares at your exposed, looming cock.

She looks more on the "cute" side than the slut you just tried to gracefully catcall, nerdy and bookish, with round-rimmed glasses that give her an adorable look. She's definitely going to college - and probably a freshman judging by her sweater. Although you can't make out the words, the fact that the logo features a side view of a woman on her knees has you laughing hysterically. The chick looks on meekly without saying a word to a pervert any local slut would have flipped off long ago which has you thinking she's one of those dumb exchange students you've always wanted to bang.

Spreading you arms in a mockingly inviting gesture, you let your filthy pants drop down and your angry, veiny throbbing cock spring free, inviting her gaze. Hey, and you always thought those Asians couldn't look like those plate-eyed anime figures.

"Konichiwaaa!!" you begin, never-mind the fact that she looks more Vietnamese or Thai than Japanese. You wiggle your hips, slapping your meat against your thighs in the process.

"Sucky-sucky my cock?"

Real smooth. Maybe you should specialize in being a Cultural Expert on your new job? The college-aged hottie just looks at you, mouth agape. Guess it's up to you now.