YES!

Returning to her work, Jane suddenly realizes the reality of it all. Why her male counterparts hardly notice her. They don't respect her, they never have. It was just like High School and she never could get a date. The guys always went for the "chesty" types and here was no exception. She saw how they stared, how their eyes went wide as saucers when the top heavy big woman stepped into the precinct for the first time. Hell they all got big hard-on's for her! Jane never got a rise out of anyone. Even during P.E.T., Physical Endurance Training, when she was wearing her T shirt and blue shorts, not one of them ever looked at her with more than a passing glance! It was that cold reality that drenched over her like ice water when Jane finally woke up and smelled the coffee. She was a detective because she was the only choice at the time. It was an observation she had made but quickly put away in the recesses of her mind back then. She earned her spot and thought it was a great accomplishment to be promoted so early because of her skills, not her sex. Seeing Veronica reminded her of the behind the back rumors she had been hearing nearly every week since she put her uniform away and starting wearing suits everyday.

"So this will be your new partner Veronica..." What, no "Detective Black"? Since when did the Lieutenant refer to anyone by their first names unless they were close friends? "... Detective Fuller."

"Thanks boss," Veronica says with another smile as she stops besides her desk which is facing Jane's. Waiting for him to stroll off, Veronica looks down at the lanky, mousy haired woman buried in paperwork. "So you must be Detective Jane Fuller, I was expecting someone else honestly, you know being the first female detective on the **** and all." Veronica replies with a witty grin as she pulls her chair out and sits down.

Looking up, Jane looks across the neatly butted up desks and smiles awkwardly. "Yeah, that's me. I'm not some super hero if that's what you were expecting..." Jane replies meekly, this being her first real conversation with anyone outside issuing a citation or relaying details of a case when someone was tasked with taking it over for her when it turned out she had stumbled onto a crime boss or **** ring.

"Heh, well that's obvious..." Veronica replies with a condescending grin as her eyes stop on Jane's narrow chest.

Is she... Scoping out my boobs? Jane immediately thinks to herself and looks down. Gazing at her small chest, she knows she was never all that endowed and when she looks up at her new partner, she cannot help but linger on Veronica's super sized breasts. It was like night and day, yin and yang. Veronica was certainly healthy where Jane was sickly. "Uh, yeah, heh, heh..." Jane replies nervously as she returns her gaze to Veronica's hard stare.

"So what BIG case are we working on?" The top heavy, Wonder Woman thought inducing Amazon asks while lurching forward with interest as she snags the file right from under Jane's nose. "A break in at a corner gas station?" Veronica replies dryly as she scans the file instantly bored. "You have got to be kidding me."

"Hey, these people need our help! It's our job to find out who did this and bring the criminals to justice! No case is too big or too small, the people depend on us!" Jane yelps in immediate defense of her civic duty.

"Well small is certainly the case here." Veronica remarks unimpressed as she pushes her chair back and stands up. "Let's see here..." She says as she walks around and with a gentle hip thrust sends Jane rolling away. Bending over the desk, the big woman sticks out her butt, her short, pinstriped jacket rising to show off her wide and flabby backside.

"Whoop!" Jane exclaims as she rolls away, her legs sticking out straight as her arms reach out for her desk, grabbing the edge just in time to reel herself back in. Looking over at her busty sidekick, Jane swallows hard when the bigger woman's clothes cling too tightly to her hips and backside, her panty line can be seen right below the narrow, tightly cinched belt. She's wearing a thong? Jane gasps, covering her mouth as she prefers to wear cotton, "Comfort" panties from a package of five or more from Fruit of the Loom. "Well..." Jane coughs as she looks away from her partner's butt to her desk. "It's what I get. If the case turns out to be a whopper, it goes to them." She says melancholic as her hand raises and points to the group of detectives huddled together drinking coffee and hogging on doughnuts around their desks.

"So you do the work and they take the cake. That's bullshit and I won't tolerate it." Veronica says with a determined air in her voice as her fist pounds on the old metal desk forcefully. Standing up tall and proud she pulls on her jacket, her big boobs popping out from the lapels powerfully before returning to her chair. "Come on Squeakers, we have work to do..."

'Um, I prefer Detective Fuller or Jane." Jane replies with a smile as she pulls herself behind her desk and tosses her bangs back with a small head toss to the side.

"Sure, whatever you say June..." Veronica replies with an eye roll and logs in to her computer.

"It's Jane..."

"Whatever."