No. She wants more

He really should check on Kat and Usha. He hadn't pressed them for details on what had happened after they'd gone home with the shave-head crew and, frankly, he didn't want to hear them. But being held helpless like that would certainly take a toll on a woman's self-confidence, especially for a woman, like Kat, who thought of herself as capable of handling anything. So, Rick headed for the door.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"Check on my team," he answered truthfully.

Tiffany nodded, then slowly reached behind her and unfastened her bra, spilling her mega-tits out.

Rick had been pretty sure he'd developed a good estimation on the size of those things but he'd been wrong again. They were bigger than cantaloupes. Hell, they were as big as good-sized watermelons. No wonder she dressed to minimize. If she flashed those things around the police department, every cop in the force would spend their time walking into walls. Not to mention she would never be taken seriously.

So, Rick walked into the wall.

Well, hell.

"I... I will be right back," he promised.

"Maybe I'll wait," Tiffany answered.

He flew out the door to the den where Kat, Usha, Donna and Tanya were watching some gloopy tear-jerker.

"Looks like you could use some relief," Kat stared at his obvious hard-on. "Did the ice-bitch tease and not deliver."

"I'm still working on that," Rick admitted. "I wanted to make sure you guys were okay before I continued."

Kat got up from the couch she'd been sitting on, walked in front of Rick, and put her arms on his shoulders. "We get that you feel bad about what happened to us, Rick. We get that you feel guilty for not stopping it before you did. But you came for us. You got us out of there. You're our hero. Okay? So, go in there, do what you have to do to persuade the ice-bitch that going after the real badguys in this story makes more sense than rounding up the usual suspects and getting on with it. Because believe me, we're not okay but we'll be a shit-load more okay if those Black Hat assholes and those bio-DNA assholes are locked up someplace for a long time."

"Got it."

"Hey Rick," Tanya broke in.

"Yeah?"

"The cop's tits really bigger than mine?" Tanya emphasized her point by pulling off her shirt and spilling out her jugs.

"Uh, not going there. Let's just say that all of you guys have great tits and leave it at that."

"Mine are tiny." Usha pulled up her own shirt exposing what were, in fact, tiny but beautiful breasts.

"Fuck, you guys. You're tearing me apart. Do not lose those thoughts because we're definitely going to have to follow up on all of them."

He turned and stumbled back toward Tiffany's bedroom... stumbling because his dick was so hard he could hardly walk normally.