Take control

Fuck it, I can use this to my advantage you think to yourself.

Need something? you ask holding out a towel

Oh shit, officer melons!

A startled Tarquin tries to cover his modesty as you stare down at him.

I saw the footage Tarquin. Where's the bags, and what's in them?

err, erm, what bags officer?

You can see the guilt in his face. You've got him right where you want him.

Tell me about the bags or I'm going to arrest your ass.

Tarquin looks nervously on clearly trying to think of some pathetic excuse.

Please officer, it wasn't my idea?

Tell me whose idea it was then! you demand

Oh god, they're going to kill me.

I'll protect you, and make it worth your while, you assure him.

You undo the top couple of buttons on your shirt, revealing more cleevage.

What, what are you doing officer?

You want me to help you, you've got to help me.

You undo the rest of the buttons on your shirt and take it off. You then undo the belt on your trousers slip off your boots and then drop your trousers. Now just standing in black underwear Tarquin seems to relax more.

You watch him staring at your large firm breasts being held in place by your black sports bra.

Now, are you going to tell me about the bags?

I guess I should.

Yes you should, and I'll protect you against these people. As long as you help me.

What, what do you want me to do? He stutters.