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Chapter 5 by Superman182 Superman182

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Dick sets out to see Don.

Dick finishes with a shudder, pulling his fingers free from between his slick thighs and bringing them straight to his glossy lips. He sucks them clean, savoring the sweet, musky taste of his new pussy with a low, satisfied hum. Tommy and Harry stand there slack-jawed, pants still around their ankles, staring in stunned silence.

Grinning like he owns the world, Dick unbuttons his blouse even more, letting the fabric hang wide open to shamelessly display the black lace bra barely containing his heavy tits. He grabs the cheap new purse, slings it over his shoulder, and heads out the door, stumbling in the unfamiliar heels that make his hips and ass sway with every step.

On the sidewalk, a crew of construction workers immediately cat-call him. “Hey sexy! Come show us the goods!” Dick laughs, turns toward them, and yanks his blouse open wider for a few seconds, flashing a full view of his cleavage and bra before blowing them a kiss and continuing on. He couldn’t care less about this body’s modesty.

By the time he reaches the police station, his hair is a wild mess, lipstick smeared, and several buttons have come undone, putting even more of his lacy bra and deep cleavage on blatant display. He looks like fresh street meat ready for booking. A line of actual hookers in cuffs glance over and smirk.

Dick slams a hand on the front desk. The sergeant looks up — and his eyes widen in immediate recognition.

“Sally? Jesus, are you okay?” he asks, concern mixing with shock at her disheveled, half-dressed state.

Dick leans on the counter, not bothering to cover up. “Well, I got cat-called, flashed a bunch of men, a homeless guy grabbed my ass, and these damn tits keep falling out,” he says in that familiar gravelly voice. Then, without thinking, he adds, “Just tell Don Dick is here. He’ll know.”

The sergeant blinks hard, thrown by the bizarre slip and the gravelly tone coming from Sally’s painted lips. He stares for a long moment, clearly confused and hesitant, before slowly picking up the phone with a wary glance. “Uh… Detective Don? Yeah, you need to get out here. Sally’s here but… she just said to tell you Dick is here. Something’s real off.”

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