She does

Taken aback, Nancy gaped at him. “You're going to rat your buddy out if I show you my... my breasts?” she quizzed, taken on the wrong foot.

“No wonder they made you a detective...” Vincent chuckled and to her utter disgust she could see his cock swelling slightly between his legs, “Wesson is a piece of shit I could not care less about. I am done. Let's be real here, you already said it: 25 to life! Several times probably. Might as well buy me another memory to take me through those long, cold nights in there... And I know YOU won't tell anyone, so nobody will ever know that I spilled on Wesson.”

Opening her mouth, Nancy closed it again. Her mind raced. The situation had taken a turn that completely overwhelmed her.

“Come on, Officer McKenna!” the gangster prodded with a grin. “How bad do you want him? Nobody is going to know you did it! It is so easy...”

Gritting her teeth, Nancy snarled at the young man. She knew what he was doing. That this was stupid. Nonetheless, the point stood. Her instincts told her that the twisted, little shit was not lying, that he in fact knew where Wesson was.

“How do I know you won't fuck me over?” she asked finally.

Vincent shrugged. “Then you'll know where I am for the rest of my life to make me pay...”

Thinking hard, the point rang true to her. Ignoring the inner voice that screamed at her to stop this nonsense she nodded. “If you don't live up to your promise...” she threatened as she grabbed the hem of her white tank top.

Vincent's grin just widened as he sat back in the arm-chair again and watched with a triumphant expression.

Clenching her jaw, glaring at the man with **** in her eyes, Nancy slowly pulled her top up, revealing her slim, golden stomach to the man. For a moment the tight fabric caught underneath her breasts and lifted them along before it slipped past, revealing her plain, white sports bra.

Vincent let out an appreciative whistle as Nancy pulled her top over her head, leaving the LAPD detective standing in her bra in front of the suspect. “Wow, Officer!” he grinned sleazily, “Those are some damn fine tits you have there...”

Nancy scowled at him as she dropped her shirt onto the bed. His dick stood at half-mast now and she couldn't help but notice how... sizable he was. No wonder the prick was full of self confidence.

“Bra next, McKenna!” Beretta urged, motioning with his hand, “Come on, time is a factor here!”

Nancy opened her mouth, looking for a reply but coming up short. Besides, he was not wrong. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her bra with both hands and quickly pulled it up.

Vincent was fully hard as the gorgeous detective complied with his demands and her full, round tits bounced free. Completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. He could see the faintest tan-lines of triangular cups where she must have gone sun-bathing in a skimpy bikini, the color of her skin a slightly lighter bronze than the surrounding areas. He also could not help noticing that the detective's little nipples, proudly sitting on dime-sized, light-brown aureoles, were jutting stiffly into the room despite the humid temperatures.

“Are you cold, Officer?” he mocked and laughed as her cheeks blushed. He could see her hands twitch, instinct telling her to cover up, but she didn't. Instead, the hot cunt cast her eyes down.

“Nice boobs, McKenna!” he grinned, “Those look damn fuckable!”

Nancy felt humiliated, on display. Reduced to her outer appearance like some common slut, something she had dedicated her whole life not to be. And now that her looks were what was focused on she was shocked to realize that it excited her a bit. Her nipples were hard and she felt her pussy moisten inside her pants.

“Now come on!” Vincent chuckled, drawing a circle into the air with his finger, “Give me a twirl! Nice and slow. I wanna see that booty!”

The topless detective swallowed hard, glaring at her captive. In her mind she was scrambling for a witty retort, but came up with nothing. To Vincent's amusement, he watched the corners of her mouth twitch several times before they tightened in grim acceptance of defeat.

“You sonofabitch!” she hissed as she complied with the gangster's demand and slowly turned, a sour, angry look on her face.

The insult only served to heighten Beretta's mood. Gleefully, he watched as the gorgeous Latina slowly turned. Her jeans were tight and well fitting, clinging to her strong, athletic thighs and as she turned around he admired the way they hugged her firm, round ass.

“Hold it right there, detective!” Beretta stopped her just as Nancy was facing away completely from him, her ass right in front of his nose. For a second, Vincent considered tackling her right now, close the couple of feet of distance and ram his shoulder into her, but he discarded that plan a moment later. For one thing, he was restrained now and weakened, having just been choked out. Also, the detective had annoyingly proven herself to be a more formidable opponent than he had expected. Additionally, right now he was having a fun time, the well-shaped Latina ass right in front of him making him forget about his impending fate.