The rod becomes a pole

In the next few moments, something strange happened. Rhod's newly discovered shaft grew, doubling in length and became immovable as if it had been mounted into the floor though it still extended from Rhod. This sudden stiffness proved quite important when Officer Bad Bitch hooked one leg around the rod, and kicked off from the ground with the other. In an impressive feat of acrobatics, she held onto the elongated rod with her legs and spun wildly around it, ending her turn with her hips trust, her back arched and her hair trailing across the ground.

She then swung back up. Grabbing the stiff pole with her hands, she let her momentum take her in to a standing position facing Rhod. "I am an officer," she moaned, while her hands clawed up her body, "Would you like to see my badges?" Her hands stopped at her breasts curling around the heavy flesh of her bosom.

Rhod had no doubt that she was an officer, but there was no harm in being sure. He nodded.

The officer smirked invitingly and pulled her zipper down all the way. For a moment, she held her top closed with her hands, pressing her balled fists into her round breasts until they were squeezed together. Evidently, she wasn't wearing a bra. Then suddenly she swung her top open, exposing her bosom. Underneath her top the woman wore two stickers shaped like police badges over top of her teats. Soon her top was pealed off entirely, and she swung it above her head while her chest gyrated in time to the old fashioned music. Her voluminous breasts jiggled vigorously.

"Huba, huba," cheered the fellas watching from the holding cells.

With a high kick to display her shapely leg, Officer Bad Bitch turned around, but looked over her shoulder at Rhod. "Ooooo," she breathed while chewing on her lip and combing her fingers through her hair. "I sure am one bad bitch." She stuck out her behind and began slapping it three times, saying, "bad, bad, bad."

"Groovy baby," whooped one of the cell's guests.

After patting her bottom, Bad Bitch stood with her legs spread above Rhod, and back still towards him, began sliding her tightly covered bum up and down his pole. Her shorts started to slide down exposing the top of her underwear which appeared to be of a g-string nature. "I'll bet you wish these shorts weren't in the way," stated the officer her voice deep and husky.

Rhod didn't have any strong feelings one way or the other, but before he could communicate as much, Bad Bitch cooed, "your wish is my command." With a quick tug and a chorus of snaps, she ripped the garment from her lower body and flung it aside. Now in only a thong and pasties, she began rubbing her behind against the pole again in short vertical wiggles that accentuate its jiggliness. Rhod suspected this was called twerking.

"Awoogah," commented the watching gentlemen.

After a minute of showing her talent, the officer straightened up. She slowly shifted her weight about, rubbing her bare back against the pole. Suddenly, she then preformed a seemingly inhuman flip that caused her to spin over the pole and land facing Rhod with her feet on either side of his torso. She resumed her sensual slide against the pole, but this time crouched and thrust her crotch towards Rhod probably so that he could read the writing on it. In tiny letters (because there was very little fabric) the officer's g-string said. "I work amazing under covers." They must have been a gift in recognition of her great service Rhod thought.

"So, you naughty, naughty criminal," said the officer, still thrusting her crotch towards Rhod, incase he hadn't read the writing. "What are you going to do next. Steal my clothes? Commit ass-ault? Tell me where you want to stick your shaft."

Rhod wasn't too put off by her assumption that he was a criminal. Police had to assume everyone was guilty, or they might actually not arrest someone. "I was just hoping you'd put it in evidence."

"Evidence?" she asked evidently confused.

"Yeah, or the lost and found. I don't know what it's for."

"Obviously," scoffed one of the detained gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" she asked her breathes sharp and rapid like she was in the middle of intense cardio. Her hands caressed up her inner thighs, and, her fingers dug in on either side of her braggadocious underwear. "We could go somewhere private if you like." She licked her lips wiggling her shoulders and chest about.

"No," complained the onlookers, "we want to watch."

Leaning forward, Officer Bad Bitch let her sticker covered bosom brushed against his chest, she whispered in his ear, "we could do such naughty things together."

Rhod finally caught her meaning. "I have no intention of going under-cover," he stated, a little annoyed that she was asking him to do her job. "Do you want to take it to evidence or not."

The officer sighed and stood up. "Much as I'd love to have something like that under my control." She helped Rhod to his feet. "It'd be criminal to lock a shaft that magestic up."

Rhod didn't want her to get in trouble, so he dropped the subject. Dusted himself off, he said. "I guess I'll head out, bye-bye."