Detective Lucia Pérez - Interrogation

Pérez gazed through the thick glass into the interview room. The young man sitting in there was cuffed to a table. They'd left him to marinade in silence. He still wore the demeanor of someone sure they'd be walking free before the day was over. Which was partially true: they lacked hard evidence linking him to the illegal gang activity growing in the city. Still, detective Lucia Pérez was convinced they had the right guy. Circumstantial evidence and several witness testimonies pointed in his direction. So did her gut feeling. In fact, if this young, ethical minority from the bad part of town with a face tattoo and a bandana wasn't somehow connected to crime, Pérez would be more suprised.

"Ok, he's all yours. The group we're chasing does everything: ****, prostitution, vandalism, ****, you name it. Here are the files." Detective Lin handed Pérez a folder on everything they had thus far. "Word on the streets is this guy's a smooth customer. Can talk his way out of anything. You need to make him slip up. Put his hand in the chipper. A name, a place, a date, anything."

"I know. I've been following this case for a while. Are you sure we won't be disturbed?"

"It's a private date. Just the two of you, as per requested."

Pérez let out a rare smile. "Great" Wishing her luck, Lin left the room. Pérez opened the door to the interview room and entered.

"Ey yo, I aint talking, man, so you guys can just... Oh hello, gorgeous." The suspects reaction changed as soon as he saw his interrogator.

The detective had all too much experience with that type of reaction. Her tan, toned body turned heads wherever she went. Her badass leather jacket and cold brown eyes promised a knuckle sandwich to whoever tried acting on that reaction, though.

"My name is detective Pérez. We'll be talking alot, so I recommend you learn it. Call me gorgeous again and you'll go to jail for harassment in addition to gang crime." She sat down in the chair across from him

"Ey yo no way, cop. I know you guys ain't got no proof." He tried pointing accusationally, but his hands were slammed back down by his cuffs.

"What do you think this is, dipshit?"

Pérez opened the folder and pulled out a picture. It showed the suspect talking to a scary looking man in some alleyway. "This is John Black. A bigwig in the gang community. He's wanted for coordinating gang ****. But I'm sure you already knew that about your buddy."

The suspect picked up the photo, looked at it, before shrugging. "So? People talk. I talk to alot of people. More importantly, what the hell you calling me dipshit for when I can't even defend myself." He stood up, as much as he could with his arms cuffed to the table, and shouted at the dark glass in the back. "Ey yo, police guys! You too busy beating your batons in there to pay attention? This chick's infringing on my rights. Hey!"

Pérez let him finish before answering, "There's no one there, so don't try changing the subject." She knew this guy would be trying to dominate the conversation. So long as she was consciously shutting him down he wouldn't get the chance.

"Ey yo hold up. Are we alone, alone? You capping, girl?"

Pérez picked out another photo of the suspect talking with John Black and pushed in front of the suspect. "Who can say? Though I wouldn't count on any help from there. And I'm not "capping", dipshit"

The suspect looked around the room in a frenzy before saying, "Ey, but you can tell me, fo real tho. I mean, like, you will tell me. It's like a part of your cop strategy for scaring me or some shit. Trust me."

Pérez shrugged. Him being aware of that wouldn't make the plan any less effective. "I might have fixed us a private date, just you and me. My partner is keeping anyone willing to take your side far away from this room, so I will do whatever..." she cracked her knuckles, "I think is necessary to get this conversation started."

Rather than scared, the suspect seemed giddy. "No cap! Well why didn't you just say so? Let's get rolling already, gorgeous."

"That's Pérez, dipshit. How do you know John Black? Talk. Now."

The suspect leaned back in his chair. "No worries, no worries. I'll explain it to ya. I don't know no Black. Well, thats not true. I got to know a sexy black ass very intimately last night. Ey yo! Up top!" The suspect again tried to lift his hands only for them to slam back into the table.

Péres didn't buy it. Neither the part about not knowing Black nor this guy getting laid, "Then how do you explain the pictures?"

"It's simple, cop girl. You don't see pictures of me and Black here. They are photos of your sexy ass in a lacy little number. Trust me. I never was with no Black." He pushed the photos back across the table face down as if to dare her to look.

"I thought I warned you, but I guess I should have known big words would be hard for you to understand, dipshit." She flipped the pictures and held them up as she raised her voice. "Talk now or I'll... Oh what the fuck?"

Péres threw away the pictures in her hand when she saw what and who was on them. They were both of her posing in a matching bright red bra and thong set with garter belt. One had her kneeling spread legged on her bed her hands behind her head and her tongue tracing her lip hungrily. The other one that the suspect picked up from the floor showed her bending by the waist, camera centered on her cleavage while she made a pouty face.

The suspect whistled. "Sheeesh, gorgeous. You trying to tell me something? If you wanted my number you should have just asked."

Péres snapped the picture from his hand and shoved it in her pocket together with the other one in a panic. How the hell did a racy selfie of her end up in the evidence folder. She hadn't even had a boyfriend to sext in forever, so where did the picture stem from? An old ex? If this was a prank she wasn't laughing.

"I'm stepping out to fix this shit. You stay right there."

The suspect was quick to respond as she got to her feet. "Ey yo, wait up babe. Trust me, you want to stay here until you get me talking."

"You read my mind, dipshit. You're not getting out of this." Pérez sat back down. His connection to Black had been a bust, but she had plenty of other evidence. One slip up wouldn't allow him to talk his way out of everything she had on him. "Seven past ten last night. Someone saw you and some friend in an old cottage east in the city, under the railway bridge."

"Well, yea. We hang out around there. We throw a crazy party, baby. Is that illegal?"

"Depends. Does this look illegal to you?" Pérez pulled something from the evidence folder and threw it at the table. It was a small plastic bag filled with a dubious green substance. "We paid a visit to that litte gathering place of yours. Is it all for personal use or are you making a profit?"

The suspect played with the bag in silence, analysing it. She would like to see him explain this.

"What's this?"

Pérez scoffed, "Don't act dumb, dipshit. You don't need to act. That's pot. Illegal. And there's a lot more where that came from. That means jail time if you don't start talking."

The suspect stayed calm. He threw the bag back. "Yeah, but why are you giving the stuff to me? Sheesh, if you want to get high you should wait till we're out of here, girl."

Pérez caught the bag. "Sheesh, if you want to get out of her you should start talking, dipshit. And It's detective Pérez." She threw the bag back.

The suspect caught it. "Actually, it's not. You're pronouncing it wrong. It's..." he threw the bag up and down in one hand while thinking, "it's actually pronounced Peniz. Trust me, my aunt knows a lot of Hispanic people." He threw the bag back.

Detective Pérez caught the bag. She actually hadn't known that, but she still recognised he was shifting the topic. "Then it's detective Peniz to you, dipshit. Talk about the weed. This is your last warning." She threw the bag back with more ****.

"Well, honored Penis cop. Trust me when I say this ain't my grass. It's yours. Everything. All the weed in the cottage was for your personal use. You're the wildest pothead in town, girl." He threw the bag back at Pérez.

The normally unshakeable detective actually blushed. How had he known about her weed storage? Had she perhaps met him while high? Not unlikely with often she got wild with the stuff. That changed things. She hid the bag back in the folder, but realised someone would find it if she left it there. "Fuck!" she looked around for a hiding spot.

The suspect caught on and started talking. "Since you smuggled it in by hiding it up your ass you should smuggle it out the same way. Trust me, that's the best way. I won't snitch."

The detective breathed out in relief. This was the first time the words "I won't snitch" had made her happy. "Thanks." She stood up and picked up the little plastic bag. She didn't even remember how she did it the first time, but she'd figure it out. She stopped and looked at the suspect before doing anything. "A little privacy?"

The suspect shook his head. "Nah, Penis girl. Trust me, you want me to see that ass. You need someone to tell you when you've hidden it well.

"It's detective Peniz. And make sure it's completely hidden, ok?"

Pérez turned around and pulled down her black leather pants. Her ass wriggled enticingly in a purple thong. She placed the small bag on the tip of her pointy finger before sneaking it past her underwear. The suspect saw her face scrunch up as she started to work her finger, together with the bag, up her crack. After a while, when she had most of her finger up her ass, she bent by the waist slightly before asking, "Is it hidden now?" She used her other hand to pull her thong to the side together with her ass cheek to allow free vision of her finger up her butt.

"Sheeeeesh, girl. You're packing junk in the trunk. The real crime here is giving that ass to a cop"

Pérez looked back in annoyance. "Hey, this isn't a show, dipshit. Is it good or not?" She shook her ass a little for emphasis.

"It's no good, Penis. Trust me, you need me to do it for you, or they'll find out you mad sus."

Pérez groaned. She pulled out her finger, feeling the bag still far up her ass. The suspect was cuffed to the table, so she had to literally sit her ass down on the table for him to reach her. The cold metal suprised her as she satt down. "Then get to it. Quick before someone checks in on us."

The suspect rubbed his hands and licked his lips before his fingers grabbed a firm hold of her ass cheeks. They wiggled and clapped wildly as he played around, seemingly in no rush. "Oh your ass is bad, girl." He slapped her ass as hard as he could muster with his hands cuffed to a table.

Pérez grew annoyed and anxious. "What the hell do you think this is, dipshit? You're helping me hide the stuff, that's it. Then we're getting back to the interrogation."

The suspect slapped her ass in reponse. "Trust me, bitch, this is necessary to really hide the **** up your criminal ass. Actually, the rest of the interrogation should be like this. Trust me, you want it that way."

Pérez scoffed. "You're damned right I do. Don't even think of stopping before the stuff is gone. Oh, and don't think you're off the hook because you're helping me. I still need you to tell me what you know of this." Pérez picked up the evidence file, picking out a witness testimony from a vandalism case whilst the suspect pulled down her thong.

He threw a glance at at the paper before going back to focus on her ass. "That's a donut. Trust me, you dirty cops can't stop stuffing your mouths with the stuff."

Pérez was about to retort before she did a double take as she saw a donut in her hand, somehow having been mixed into the file. She blushed and tried to protest,"That's not--" before stopping herself as the temptation to stuff her face hit her. "Ugh. Whatever." She proved his point by mashing the donut into her mouth. It tasted strangely like paper, but she couldn't stop herself from chomping down.

The suspect continued toying with her ass while she munched in silence. He suddenly laughed as if remembering something funny. "Next you want to interrogate my ball sack. Trust me, you need to know what it knows about ligma."

Pérez chewed the donut filling her mouth adamantly before swallowing. "I was getting to that. Drop your pants."

"You need to do it yourself. On your knees. Trust me, Penis cop."

Pérez got up from the table before kneeling down below it. She looked up at the suspect and saw him grinning down at her. He probably loooved this. "Don't get any ideas, dipshit." She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. His balls hung low behind his suprisingly large member. She put on her best bitch-face and gave his balls the stare down. "Tell me what you know about ligma, or else."

The suspect grabbed his balls and shook them in sync with him talking, as if the sounds where coming from them. "Ligma balls. Hahaha gotimmmm!" He fell over in stitches.

Pérez just stared in confusion, not sure what just happened. "What's so funny? What is ligma? Tell me, dipshit!"

"Haha, ligma balls! You fell for it twice! Look, bitch, just lick my balls. Trust me, you deserve it after that."

Pérez still didn't understand what happened, but figured she did deserve to lick his balls at that point. She lifted his dick out of the way as she pressed her mouth into his groin. She swore she'd get back at him for this all while her tounge eagerly slurped at the pair of sweaty balls in her mouth.

The suspect was loving it, grunting loudly and smacking his hips into her face. "Ey yo. How does it taste, bitch? Stuff your face on these."

Pérez wanted to berate him for calling a public servant a bitch, but only managed gargling noises as her mouth was occupied. She needed both hands to brace herself, so his dick was flailing freely, slapping her in the face and being smeared by her drool. Eventually she managed, "Like you sneed to tk a showearglh."

The suspect finally pulled her head from his groin. "That's enough. Get up and bend over the table. I still haven't finished hiding the **** up your ass."

Pérez wiped the drool and pubic hairs off her face. "You don't call the shots here, dipshit. I'm not going anywhere until you balls tell me about ligma." It was embarrassing enough that she'd been **** to show a criminal her ass and kiss his pouch. She didn't want to handle a cocky attitude on top of that.

"Ligma balls, bitch. And trust me, this entire interrogation depends on you bending over the table in front of me".

"That's it, dipshit! I told you to call me detective Peniz. I'm reporting you." While talking, Pérez got up from the floor and leant over the table in front of the suspect. As the suspect was cuffed closely to the table, she had to squeeze her hips between the table and suspect, leaning down under his arms. Neither was wearing bottoms, so the suspect's erection pressed against her cheecks. "And put your dick away. We're doing the rest of the interrogation like this."

The suspect didn't listen, gyrating his hips on hers. "I'm sorry, Penis girl. My punishment should be having to plow your ass. Trust me, you cops love having your donut holes stuffed. It makes you moan. "

"You read my mi-Ah oh fuckkkk!" Pérez couldn't even finish her sentence before she felt a thick, warm rod entering her back entrance. Pleasure quickly overtook her and moans escaped her lips. She really loved anal. "Fuck yeah. Mm yea, yea. Do my fucking assss it'sso fucking goood!" Pérez cursed her own mouth internally. She'd always been a moaner.

The suspect pounded away at her ass. "Fuck, boiii. I never scored with a cop before. Your ass is so fucking bad, girl"

Pérez struggled with thinking straight. She felt an orgasm approaching, but knew she couldn't rest before she got what she came for. "We're not aaah, done here. T-Tell me about mmmmnh ligma, now! Fuck you're big!"

Again the suspect started laughing for some reason. "Trust me, you let me go after this and I'll tell you all about ligma, Penis."

With that knowledge, Pérez let out a great moan as her body was rocked by the pleasure of an ass-induced orgasm. Another interrogation in the bag.