The Interrogation

The holding room was surrounded by featureless gray walls, and illuminated by equally drab lightbulbs on the ceiling. Jonny and the black lady went down a few hallways to get here, and now they were a good distance away from the general concourse. Jonny locked the door behind them - noise wouldn't be an issue now.

"Have a seat, ma'am." Jonny said, keeping up the character of his Hispanic security guard host. The South African woman seemed to have a lot less spunk now that she was in this prison-like environment. She sat her shapely derriere in a cold metallic chair near where Jonny stood. "I'll need to see a form of photo ID."

The black lady obliged, opening her expensive-looking velvet purse and procuring a driver's license. Jonny smiled a little as he learned a bit more about who he would be later today: Oti Mahlangu, a 33-year old South African native. She was certainly a tall woman who chose to accentuate that further by wearing around those platform heels.

"Thank you, Ms. Mahlangu." Jonny brusquely returned the ID. "May I ask what brings you here? You've just flown in from Prague."

"I was performing." Oti answered, sounded less self-assured than she did minutes ago at the concourse. "There was a large, international ballet performance I was paid to perform at. I-"

"And what brought your dark chocolate ass here from Prague?" Jonny interrupted. Oti was visibly taken aback by the Hispanic lady's crude phrasing, but she answered regardless.

"I am helping to teach and direct a show at the Allegro Dance College in your city." Oti said, slow and careful with her words. "I have been traveling abroad for most of my adult life and this is the first time I have been detained for a random search. Can you please tell me what this is about?"

Allegro was the major performing arts college in Jonny's city, with their dance programs attracting talent worldwide. He had dropped by there once or twice before to sample some nubile ladies and whatever sparse treats were found in the music schools as well. The other day, Jonny had actually seen a few flyers advertising an Allegro dance performance in a little under a week's time...

...And Jonny just found some free admission thanks to Oti.

"I am staying at a hotel near Allegro, the Grand Duchy." Oti continued. This further piqued Jonny's interest - that was a seriously swanky five-star joint! Since the rooms were obviously way past his normal price points, he only ever saw the inside of the Duchy from inside the bodies of visiting tourists.

"I see." Jonny said, his thoughts drifting elsewhere. "Does this dance business pay well then? I see you're quite the fashionable woman." He spoke in a tone as to indicate suspicion, further stressing out poor Oti.

"Oh, y-yes, it does pay quite well." Oti answered. "But much of what I wear is gifts from my husband. He is the lead foreman of a lithium mining operation there, and it is a very lucrative business." Anyone could see that Oti wasn't lying here - all of her jewelry and designer clothing showed that this woman was seriously stacked... in more ways than one. Jonny twitched his svelte legs at the thought of what absurdly pricy lingerie was beneath Oti's premium clothes.

"Well, thank you, Ms. Mahlangu." Jonny spoke, startling Oti with a sudden pat on the back. "I told you this would be quick. There's just one more question before I let you go."

"Yes? What is it?" Oti said. She was clearly eager to leave.

Her pretty eyes went wide as she saw the Hispanic officer stagger before her, as Jonny materialized at her side. He simply smiled at her shocked face.

"How about a quickie before you leave?"

***

"Carla, you've been back there for fifteen minutes now. Is everything good?" the security guard's walkie-talkie chimed. Carla calmly pressed down the button to respond.

"All clear. This lady should be okay to go, we're nearly done here." Carla responded. She crossed her legs, leaning back in one of the chairs as she watched what was on the other side of the table.

Jonny's trousers and boxers were at his feet as he too leaned back in his chair, him and 'Carla' winking at each other. Oti knelt in front of him, her curly hair bouncing as she bobbed her head, taking in the full length of Jonny's erect member. Her designer jumper, an expensive gift from her husband in South Africa, was discarded on the floor. Oti was groping and jiggling her huge bosom, her breasts supported by a lacy, jewel-studded purple bralette. She seemed plenty happy with herself, too, as she made eye contact with Jonny, popping his cock out of her mouth. Oti just gave him a dazzling smile outlined by her ruby red lips... betraying the fact that a clone of Jonny's mind was currently controlling her.

"Black bitches give the best head." Jonny smirked, eliciting some guffaws from Oti and Carla, the security guard.

"Ain't it nice of me to make a pit stop here just to get you off?" Oti returned his grin, taking a hand off her rack to continue jerking off Jonny. He grunted; he could feel he was getting close.

"I don't remember telling you that you could speak." 'Carla' closed in, smacking Oti's bountiful ass through her tight trousers. "Make my boss cum and you're free to go." Carla roughly relieved 'Oti' of her bralette, as all three versions of Jonny watched her jugs hang free.

"38DD." Oti said matter-of-factly. "Bet you're happy security can't confiscate these puppies."

Carla, still positioned behind the South African dancer, grabbed ahold of her breasts and mashed them around Jonny's cock. "Hands-free titjob!" Oti laughed. "This shit is the best!"

Jonny couldn't quite muster a response, as the gyrations of Oti's tits were too great of a sensation - especially with the lovely security officer helping out. Carla saw the precum beginning to dribble out and took decisive action - shoving Oti's head down to take in Jonny's dick once more. He ejaculated, shooting ropes into Oti's throat as Carla continued assaulting her ebony jugs.

Swallowing, Oti turned to Carla with a grin as they high-fived each other... Carla going to retrieve Oti's cell phone recording the processions from a corner shelf.

"Get this slut some mouthwash..." Jonny panted as pulled back up his pants. Although he loved what he did, hopping into a host who had just 'served' him wasn't always a pleasant experience. Jonny and his two clones redressed, preparing to allow Oti a safe departure from the airport.

***

Oti Mahlangu strode back out onto the airport concourse, strutting in her platform heels and wheeling her suitcase along. She wasn't particularly disturbed by her delay anymore - not now that Jonny was behind the wheel himself. Thankfully he was able to brush her teeth in a staff restroom before recalling his clone from Carla.

The automatic doors opened as Jonny stepped out into the beautiful sunset, a brisk breeze keeping it from feeling too hot outside. He couldn't quite enjoy the scenery with all of the vehicles lined up to pick people up. Jonny quickly identified the limousine scheduled to deliver Oti to the Grand Duchy hotel, walking up to it with a brilliant smile.

"Mrs. Mahlangu, right?" the driver addressed 'Oti' as she entered the limo. "I was about to call you. Something hold you up? Everything alright?"

"Oh, it was nothing." Jonny answered, flawlessly slipping into character... in contrast to the way his clone was presenting her earlier. "Airport security usually does not give me much of a hassle, but I was held up today." He licked his ruby lips, the driver unaware of the true nature of Oti's "hold-up".

"Right, good then." the driver said. "Let me know if you need anything on the way, miss. We're about fifteen minutes out depending on traffic."

"Thank you, sir." Oti said sweetly, as the separating window closed and the driver began to pull out the limousine onto the streets. She unbuttoned her snug trousers and slipped a delicate hand down past her designer panties.

"And thank you, Oti..."