She Stuffs!: The Socialite

It was another dreary night down at the station, at least it felt like it. Working as a desk sergeant in Watertown has always been a slow gig. There's just not a lot of crime so it makes each shift rather boring and uneventful. Sitting at my desk, I pass the time filing and refiling paperwork then tinkering on my phone. Outside the weather is fine, it's just another dull night.

"Hey Greg, any calls?"

Never looking up from my phone, I answer Officer Percy shaking my head. "Nah... Nothing but a traffic ticket." I say then go back to blowing what little money I make on Game of Sultans.

"Shit... Then why are we even here?" Percy laments, leaning back in his chair and starts to toss a crumpled piece of paper continuously into the air.

"Because the rich mucky mucks are willing to pay the big bucks to keep their property and possessions free from criminals." I reply nonchalantly as I drop a hundred bucks on more diamonds and goodies for an upcoming event as well as to grow my kingdom's power.

"That would make sense if there were actual criminals around here, save for the petty thief and pickpocket." Percy replies, sitting up in his chair and now doodling on his desk mat.

Setting down my phone, I look over across the small station that hasn't seen a facelift in over 70 years. Hell, my desk is probably as old as the building itself and the chairs are reminiscent of the ones found in those old gangster movies. Sitting up straight, the rickety chair I'm sitting in squeals in protest. "Percy, has it ever crossed your mind that it is our presence that deters most major crimes?"

Pausing his own doodling, Percy swivels his eyes to the ceiling as he taps his pen against his chin in deep thought. "No, I guess I never thought of it that way."

"And you wonder why you'll never make sergeant..." I say quietly under my breath as I go back to killing time.

Just then front doors burst open and in walks Detective Rebecca Brewster and Officer Jones with a suspect in custody. Looking up, I am shell shocked.

It is none other than the former heiress and current wife of Councilman at Large; Michael James Buchanan! Rising from our seats, Officer Percy and I look at Rebecca completely dumbfounded as we watch her perp walk the one and only Victoria Louise Elaine Black-Buchanan in for questioning! Swallowing hard, Officer Percy and I exchange glances and then look to the woman whom Officer Jones is escorting. Dressed in red, Victoria looks every bit the high society and wealthy socialite that she is. From the broad brimmed red hat with black ribbon down to her tall black pumps, she is the most ravishing beauty in town. Wearing a red jacket over a cream colored silk blouse, the sole button connecting it together only draws more attention to her tiny waist and excessively large bosom. The padded shoulders of her jacket only emphasize her hourglass frame as the matching tight skirt that flares ever so slightly just above her knee highlights her much rounded hips.

Watching as the trio comes to a stop, I swallow hard as those full breasts, that end with a flourishing point, jiggle ever so slightly. My eyes still dancing, I have to tear myself away from the exquisite sight of Victoria's chest, so I look over at Detective Rebecca Brewster instead. Not a slouch either, she's just not as provocative, or dressed as Mrs Black-Buchanan. Wearing a pale gray sports coat along with a pair of jeans and pointy toed shoes, Detective Brewster is also a fine looking woman with an hourglass shape who possesses a very healthy pair of 34D's. "Umm, why are you bringing her in?" I ask.

Guiding her hands to her waist, Detective Brewster throws back her jacket which reveals her very own bountiful endowments clad in a skin tight, charcoal gray top, along with her brown leather belt, her badge clipped to it, and her gun. "Because she is the prime suspect in the **** smuggling case that I have been working on for months."

"What!?!" I reply flabbergasted as I look from the cocky detective and to the poised and slightly annoyed socialite.

"Surprised are you? Well you might want to pick up your jaw before a fly finds its way in there, Sergeant." Detective Brewster says then turns to Officer Jones. "Take her to the interrogation room."

Standing there rubbing my chin, I am all ready playing out all of the different scenarios of how this can go horribly wrong. Walking up to the Detective as Officer Jones escorts the voluptuous Victoria away, I steal a glance at her tightly wrapped bottom and marvel at its sheer size and bulbousity. "Are you sure this is a good idea? Don't you think you should investigate a little more before you make an arrest? She's not just anybody, she is the wife of the man running for mayor." I say as I turn my attention to Rebecca, looking her in the eye.

Her chocolate brown eyes narrowing, Rebecca stares me down as she puffs out her chest. "Look I'm in charge of this case and if I'm able to close it with a conviction, there's no way that the chief won't promote me to lieutenant."

So this is about her career...

For as long as I have known Rebecca she has always had her sights set on the big desk in the corner of the station. I just hope she isn't letting her pride and prejudice get ahead of sound decision making and fair and square justice. I also know these two have history going all the way back to high school. It makes me wonder if this has anything to do with it.

"Rebecca..." I say softly, hoping to appeal to her sensibilities.

"It's Detective Brewster, Sergeant Holmes and when you see what I have uncovered, as well as the evidence, you too will be convinced." The chestnut haired lead investigator declares, smiling smugly.

"I thought Officer Jones was your partner on this case." I say, taking a step back and crossing my arms.

Taking a step closer, Rebecca leans close as she crosses her arms under her breasts. ""Was" being the key word. He was only assigned to the case per regulations. Now that I have collected the evidence I need and identified suspect number one, I need a more competent officer by my side. Somebody with the experience and reputation that will give even more weight to this case so the DA can prosecute." Leaning back, Rebecca drops her arms and draws her sports coat closed, then turns and walks off.

Sighing hard into the air above my head, I turn and follow the detective, catching myself when my eyes drop to her rounded and toned bum. Keeping a few places behind all the way into the observation room, I see her looking through the one-way mirror at her prime suspect. Joining her side, I look to and wonder how such a voluptuous and beautiful woman, who has everything going for her, could get tied up in this horrible mess.

I guess I was about to find out.

Standing in the corner of the interrogation room at attention, Officer Jones looks straight ahead, glancing every so often at Mrs Black-Buchanan's luscious figure. Still observing as she sits there with her hands still cuffed behind her back, I am impressed with how stoic she is. The woman I know, that the entire town knows, is a stuck-up prude who is usually running off at the mouth in regards to any and all things, but tonight she is eerily quiet.

Too quiet.

"Where did you pick her up?" I ask wanting to break the silence.

"At a political fundraiser for her husband. It was quite the shock when she was arrested in front of all of her friends and big money donors." Rebecca says with a glean in her eye as the smug grin she walked into the station with earlier is still ever present.

"Did she go quietly?" I ask, expecting her to say no.

Turning towards me and throwing her jacket back again, Rebecca licks her upper lip. "For the most part. She protested at first, but the moment the cold steel of Jones's cuffs clicked over her dainty little wrists, she went as quiet as a church mouse."

"Shocking..."

"I know." Rebecca replies, turning to face the glass again.

"You know, Victoria's not a meaningful threat, so why is she still cuffed?"

"People are as we expect when they are free, but they can drastically change when they are in custody. It's also part of policy and procedure. It also helps to sweat her out a little bit by keeping her confined." Rebecca says softly, enjoying every moment of this.

Studying her, I am urging myself to ignore the red flags right before my eyes. Rebecca has always loved her job and is one of the most diligent officers I have ever met. There isn't a case she hasn't been able to solve yet, but something about this, tonight in fact, just stinks. For one thing she and her suspect have personal history. Given all of that, it is understandable that this department turns a slight blind eye considering that most of the citizens of Watertown have grown up here, Victoria being no different. Problem is that Rebecca has never liked Victoria and has always felt that she has been cast aside to pkay second fiddle. A larger department would **** her to be recused.

Along with me.

This is red flag number two and three because Victoria was my ex-girlfriend and Detective Brewster knows this. We haven't dated since our senior year in high school, but to a jury that could show a bias especially when it is discovered in a potential cross examination. Why? I don't really know except that she always seemed to go after guys for the moment that would elevate her social status. Back then I was the championship winning quarterback and she was the very sexy and very busty head cheerleader, so it made sense. I also remember Rebecca having a thing for me too, but why would I date a girl who was rumored to be wearing a very padded bra over the girl with the very natural and sumptuous Double D cups?

Looking at Victoria through the glass, she is even more beautiful now than she ever has been. Her makeup is more refined and really shows off her high class upbringing. And she still has those emerald green eyes that when they lock onto anyone, they go weak in the knees as well as the soul. Letting my gaze drift downwards, I stare at her breasts that are bigger now. Closing my eyes, I think back to her hips and butt. Like fine wine, her bottom half has only gotten better with time. She always had an ass, but back in the day it was high and tight. Simply perfect and I'll never forget what it felt like the night she let me take her virginity after her 18th birthday party. Blessed between her legs, she was surprisingly tight and it took a lot of prodding and lubrication before we were able to finally do the deed.

She also never took off her dress, or her Spanx for that matter, but at 18 years old why did I care? I was getting laid by the hottest girl in school. The fact that there was a hole in the crotch of her shaping underwear was odd to me, but I always figured that was the "norm" as they say and it was also our only time being intimate. She broke up with me right after graduation. When she ran off to college, some rumors trickled back to our small town revealing that Miss Busty Black never took off her underwear when being intimate the few times that she chose even then.

It is surprising what a bag boy at the local grocery store can learn.

Bringing myself back to the present, I look over at Detective Brewster one more time. "Now that I am you are official partner, don't you think it would be wise to let me in on the case considering that I'm not going to have time to read up on it before we begin the interrogation?"

"I guess that would be wise." She says then turns with a flourish and walks over to the small desk against the other wall.

Following her I read through the case file quickly and when I see the evidence, I cannot help but look back over at Rebecca with surprise.

"I told you I put my duty above my aspirations. Come on, there are questions to ask Mrs Victoria Black-Buchanan."

Nodding my head as Rebecca leans over and closes the file then scoops it up, I follow her out of the observation room and into interrogation. Closing the door as she walks up to the desk, I turn around just as she goes up to her chair and sits down.

"Officer Jones, you can remove her restraints now." Rebecca says coolly as I grab a chair from the wall and bring it to the table and take a seat on the end.

Pushing himself from the concrete brick corner, Officer Jones walks up to the suspect. Unclipping his keys from his duty belt, he then motions for Victoria to lean forward so he can have access to the key hole. With a turn and a clink, the socialite brings her hands forward and immediately starts rubbing her wrists as Jones ratchets the cuffs and puts them away.

"That will be all officer and as of now you are being replaced on the case with Sergeant Holmes. Please start filling out the required paperwork and we will finish it up once we are done with the interrogation. For now take over the Sergeant's desk. Dismissed." Detective Brewster orders.

Acknowledging the orders with a nod, Officer Jones relieves himself and it is only once he is out the door do Detective Brewster and I begin.

"It's about time you took those hideous bracelets off." Victoria says as she finishes rubbing her wrists and then sets her hands gently on the table, intertwining her fingers.

"I'm sorry they're not up to your standards, but if you want to get out of here, I suggest we begin." Rebecca says then reaches over and turns on the recorder. "For the record please state your full name and birth date." Rebecca starts off the interview by the book as she flips open the case file.

Sitting back in my chair, I soak in the view of the very voluptuous and very sexy redhead whose hair is just as long and as luxurious as I remember. Glad to see that nearly 20 years after graduation she is still the stunning beauty she was way back when, I sit back and enjoy the song that is her voice when she states her full name.

"Victoria Louise Elaine Black-Buchanan. Birthday May 20th, 1986." She answers matter of fact, her pitch perfect from years of polish.

For someone who has never been in a police station before, she doesn't seem worried in the least bit. As a man of many years being a cop and being a keen observer, my gut feeling tells me that she didn't do it. However, gut feelings do not replace cold hard facts no matter how much I may want them to from time to time.

"Please state your height and weight." Rebecca says next, grabbing the lapels of her jacket and pulling it off from her shoulders as she inadvertently sticks out her chest.

Ignoring this blatant display of one upmanship, Victoria calmly answers the question. "5'4 and 135 pounds."

Ten in her bra and another twenty packed in her skirt! Flicking my gaze from her healthy curves and to her narrow, actually tiny, waist, I find myself crossing my legs to hide my burgeoning arousal.

"Water?" Rebecca interrupts the interview in order to be gratuitous. In reality it is the simplest trick in the book in order to obtain a swab of DNA.

"I'm good, can we please carry on. I have important business to attend to. My husband is running for mayor and I must be by his side." The posh accented socialite replies then looks around the table and underneath it. When she bends over, I watch her lift one of those exquisitely rounded butt cheeks and note how much it has grown in the last two decades.

She's threatening to join the Kardashian sisters!

When she turns and looks around on the other side of her chair, I watch as her enormous breasts stretch into her properly fitted blouse. Like two soft orbs of plush heaven. I'll never forget the feeling I got every time I filled my hand with those marvelous melons all those years ago. They were always so soft and jiggly and yet perky enough to maintain their exquisite shape. Except for when she laid down and even then they did not flatten too much. Watching her sit back up and then pluck at her bra straps through her outfit, she gives her impressive bosoms a tug causing them to jiggle more. This only makes Rebecca sneer as she looks away from the penultimate busty babe who has by far the biggest tits in the room, if not in the county!

The only girls who are bustier are the bigger ones and pornstars.

"Have you seen my purse, I need my purse." Victoria asks looking Rebecca directly in the eye. If she were doing that to me I would melt like butter. Instead I have to observe from the sidelines as those lovely long lashes curl up and look beautiful every time she blinks.

"Did Officer Jones forget to bring it inside? Then it must still be in the squad car." Rebecca says and then looks to me. "Can you go fetch it?"

Diverting my attention from the very sexy vixen, I turn it to my superior and shake my head. "As of her arrest that purse is part of a chain of custody. How many people do you want signing chain of custody cards? Right now everything is between you and Officer Jones. I suggest that he go get it unless it was you who touched it last." I reply, picking up on another red flag. A lot of time has passed and it could be called into question if evidence were to be smuggled in to Victoria's purse given how long it has been left unattended.

Also it is on tape that the purse was left in the squad car instead of being brought in along with the accused. This could also be a potential way for any second rate defense attorney to get any case against lady Victoria dismissed.

Sighing, Rebecca pushes her chair back and stands up, her jeans stretching over her sculpted bottom. Standing up and tugging on her jacket, she pivots and then starts walking towards the door. "As per protocol Sergeant, do not speak to the witness until I have returned."

"Yes ma'am." I reply and then sit quietly until she returns. When Victoria looks over at me and sighs, blowing a loose strand of hair away from her face, I can see that she is realizing that she is going to be in for a very long night. Thankfully Rebecca is not gone for very long and when she returns she sits immediately back down, but does not hand over the suspect's purse. "There, it's right here but I cannot let you have it because it is considered evidence."

"Thank you Detective Brewster. I'm just glad that my personal belongings are safe and have not been rifled through." Victoria says, not yet wondering what all of this is about. That I find a little odd because most people by now would want to know why they are being hauled into the police station, but then again she was informed of the charges upon her arrest in front of everyone who really matters.

"Well, that depends on how the rest of the interview goes." Detective Brewster says and then starts reading from the case file. "Now that we have ascertained that you are indeed who you say you are and are the person of interest in this case, let us proceed. As it stands you are accused of smuggling cocaine in exchange for money. This is a very serious offense Victoria." Rebecca says and then stops and bears her brown eyes down on Victoria's emerald greens.

Not even flinching, the ultimate vixen who has dominated the social scene her entire life simply sits there and looks disinterested. "You have no proof and since I know I'm going to be here for a while, I'd like to have a cigarette and yes you can swab it for all of the DNA evidence you want." Victoria says and then holds out her hand, fully expecting her wish to be granted even though it is against the law.

"Do you care, Holmes?" Rebecca turns to me and asks. Shaking my head no she reaches into Victoria's bag and pulls out a pack of Marlboro's and a black with platinum trim Zippo lighter. "Go find her an ashtray."

As Rebecca withdraws the cigarette and then hands it and the lighter over to Victoria, I stand up and leave the interrogation to go fetch one. The moment I re-enter the precinct office, I look around. "Where in the hell am I going to find an ashtray? We haven't been allowed to smoke inside in over 40 years!"

Still leaning back in his chair with his feet up on his desk, Officer Percy stops tossing the paper ball up and down in the air. "You could always make one out of a soda can."

"What?" I ask completely surprised at the suggestion.

"Yeah, I used to make my own back when I was in the academy. They didn't allow us to smoke inside our dorms, but I snuck a cigarette or two late at night when it was too cold to go outside. All you have to do is take a can, cut it in half with a set of scissors and then make a little notch to place the cigarette in." Officer Percy suggests then does me a favor and plucks a soda can out from the trash by his desk.

"You make it and be quick. There is a very important interview going on right now and I am tired of all of the delays." I say snapping my fingers.

Getting right to it, Percy opens his desk drawer and procures a pair of scissors. Jamming it into the side of the can, he quickly cuts it in half, turning it with one hand as his fingers open and close the blades with the other. It must have been the first real thing he had to do all night because he dies it quick and when he is done, it's a pretty good makeshift tray. Holding it out to me with a smirk he says, "Here you go!"

"Thanks, now don't take Jones too seriously. His seniority over you is only by a month." I say as I take the butt can and promptly return to the interrogation room where lady Victoria and Detective Rebecca Brewster are waiting patiently for me. Sitting back down I then lean forward and slide the ashtray towards Victoria. Placing her smoke between her ruby red lips, she then picks up the Zippo and flicks it alight. Guiding the softly dancing flame to the end of her cigarette, she takes a gentle pull and the lights the tip up. Closing the Zippo softly she then slides it back across the table so Detective Brewster can put it away.

"Thank you Detective, thank you Greg." She says to the both of us, looking blankly at Rebecca, then offering me a small curl of her beautiful lips, allowing her eyes to sparkle if only for a moment.

Feeling the air get sucked right out of my lungs, I sit back and take a deep calming breath as I feel my erection suddenly return.

Noting this, Rebecca spats then digs right in. "Okay Victoria. The reason you have been arrested is because I have a surveillance photograph from an alley off of the corner of 32nd Street and New Hampshire Avenue that shows what we strongly believe to be you making an exchange with an unknown man." Rebecca starts off as she pulls out a photograph, turns it around on the table, and then slides it across.

Having to scoot back so she can see it over the propensity of her jutting bosoms, Victoria picks it up as she takes a drag of her cigarette and examines it. "That's nice detective, but you cannot even see my face, so how do you know it is me?" She says then sets it back down and slides it back.

Picking it back up, she holds it up and out so both Victoria and I can see it. Turning her head she then points at the large brimmed hat resting on what is otherwise a woman's head. "Well for starters, you're the only woman I know who wears a hat this large and two, the breasts of the woman in question are the exact same size as yours." Rebecca says, enunciating the last five words of her pointed accusation.

Scoffing, Victoria looks the other way, her cigarette dangling from her fingers as she rests her elbow on the table. "This is absurd. Where would I hide all of those ****? It is obvious that there is no pockets on that dress and even in that grainy photograph, I can tell you that it is not Versace. I would never wear an outfit off of the shelf. Also, why would I need to hawk **** if the man I am married too is fabulously wealthy?"

Listening to Victoria state her defense, the fact that she is asking questions and making statements that are obvious only makes a seasoned investigator more suspicious. If she was truly innocent, she would be crying about her innocence and already trying to give an alibi.

Her grin reappearing, Detective Brewster slips the photograph back into the case file and then pulls out the motive. Only she doesn't use it yet. "Before we get to your claim about being fabulously wealthy, how about we knock one more question off of the bucket list. Where were you on Saturday night between the hours of 8:00 and 10:00 pm?"

"I was in the bath. You can ask Maria, my maid." Victoria says, pulling another drag of her smoke, this time ashing it in the makeshift ashtray.

Already I can see the "gotcha" look in Rebecca's eyes. "Well, we did ready and yes she reports that you went to the bathroom at around 8:00 p.m. Saturday night, but after that she didn't see you again. Do you have an explanation for that?"

"She must have finished her duties and gone to bed." Victoria replies still as calm as ever. Never before in my life have I seen a woman exude so much confidence. It's either that, or she is incredibly naive in regards to the length of time she is potentially facing behind bars.

When I briefly read the file, I noted that we have recovered over 1,000 pounds of premium Colombian cocaine. That kind of distribution is an easy 20 to 30 years in the pen.

"You do know that you're looking more guilty by the minute, don't you?" Rebecca states, her own confidence growing by the minute at how easy this interview is going.

Too easy.

Too smooth.

Victoria explained her innocence and with what I have seen so far, a jury would unanimously say she was guilty of **** trafficking.

But why?

"If you say so hun. Either way, I don't really need to traffic ****. As I already stated, my husband, the next Mayor of Watertown, is more than capable of paying the bills and then some." Victoria says, her tone finally turning from calm and into slightly agitated. When it does she subtly puffs up her chest, launching her penultimate orbs of every male's lewd imagination forward. This is something she has always done for as long as I have known her. Whenever Victoria gets agitated, or wants to get her way, she uses her tits.

Well, sucks to be her because such a show of chesty dominance has no effect on Rebecca Brewster. Brushing it off, she pulls out the motive and starts reading. "Please, keep control of your puppies. That may work for the boys and girls who are actually intimidated by you, but not on me. Thank you." Rebecca says firmly then picks up the first piece of paper. "According to these financial statements you were at one time bequeathed a fortune of over 30 million dollars. Is that correct?" When she gets the nonchalant nod from the suspect, Rebecca continues. "And this money was delivered to you upon the **** of your father, the Mayor of Watertown and poultry tycoon, John Black?" Again, another nod and a puff of the cigarette that is now almost gone.

Hearing that name makes me think about the man who came from nothing and turned a small fish shop into one of the most successful businesses our town has ever seen. A generous and kind man, John was never one to let his money get to his head. I wish the same could be said of his wife and children who surrounded themselves with luxurious items, went on exotic vacations and bought houses just to have. The marriage lasted almost 20 years, but then Janice announced the intention to divorce and walked out with over half of everything. When John died he was still worth quite a sum, but it was split between four children with his eldest son receiving the lion's share.

It may be gone from the Black family control, but John's very first factory still straddles the waterfront, now empty and abandoned to the homeless.

"Well, according to your financial records, whatever fortune that was bequeathed to you is now gone and all that remains of your father's proud legacy is debt to the tune of $250, 000. It was $500,000, but approximately four months ago it was halved, a deposit showing up in your bank account from an unknown source. Do you care to try and explain that one?" Detective Brewster challenges, leaning slightly forward in her seat as she slides her elbows across the table, using her forearms as a prop to rest her chin in her hands.

"No, you would have to talk to Michael about that. I may have accrued some debts, but he knew that when he married me 5 years ago. He is only paying off what he has agreed to per the premarital agreement." Victoria says still relaxed and calm.

"Well, his bank records do not show a transfer of $250,000, or any transfers to your account Mrs Black-Buchanan. Now why would your husband be depositing cash into your account instead of doing a transfer? Also why are your debts separated? Shouldn't a married couple share for better or for worse?" Rebecca says and then questions, wiggling her eyebrows.

"How my husband and I handle our finances is our business, not yours or that of this lowly police department. The only government entity that has a right to know is the state and the Federal government." Victoria says calmly as she butts out her cigarette then wiggles her fingers to get any residue off of them.

With French manicured nails, it seems to make sense.

What Victoria just said is not completely true. As part of a police investigation we have the right to know everything because we are investigating an active case with a suspect who is on record for being arrested in suspicion of **** trafficking. Sitting back in my chair, I can sense that this is not going well for the heiress who appears on paper to be completely broke and in debt far more than she can handle. However she is telling the truth about her husband having to pay off her debt. During my quick scan of her case file I did see the prenup.

Now I'm starting to wonder if we are even looking in the right direction, but then again there is the photograph of a woman wearing an outfit much like the one Victoria is famously photographed wearing a lot of the time, exchanging **** for money.

"Well, I had a professional accountant go over Michael's finances with a fine-toothed comb and he is on the up and up. You on the other hand he cannot not explain, but I can. In debt up to your eyeballs and not wanting to spoil Michael's chances at becoming our next great mayor, you took it upon yourself to pay off your debt before your creditors came after you. I have proof of that as well, debt collectors on their last straw waiting for payments. I have your phone records that show your cell phone and your home phone have been blowing up with calls over the last few months. You were **** and you did what any good person would do. You tried to pay them off, only you chose to do it through criminal means instead of the right way. It says here that you're currently unemployed, is this true?"

"All of my life and I don't plan to." Victoria remarks, completely unfazed by the series serious allegations and the overwhelming motive to commit the crime.

But there needs to be more proof than just a grainy photograph. All of the motive in the world cannot make up for actual detective work. This is where I speak up. "If you will excuse me, Detective. I would like to ask the suspect a few questions."

Spinning abruptly in her chair, Rebecca stares me down with daggers. "I am the lead investigator on this case and no you may not! Your job is simply to observe and to be a witness, all right?"

"If my role is simply to do as you just stated, then why not leave Officer Jones on the case? As the Sergeant in charge of the precinct, it is my duty to be managing that, not being your silent number two, beg your pardon." I say, getting ready to leave.

"Officer Jones has already signed the paperwork relinquishing his role in the case. If you leave then this whole case falls apart. Is that what you really want? **** running rampant through the streets just so somebody can pay off some bad debts because they can't manage their own money?" Rebecca sneers again the moment she turns her attention from me and finishes her dialogue staring at Victoria.

"No..." I say and then sit back down, this time kicking my feet out and leaning back in my chair, supporting my head with my hands.

"Good, I'm glad you're on board. We must continue." Rebecca says as she pulls out a court order from her breast pocket.

This I haven't seen and I'm shocked that as she unfolds it I see that it is a warrant for a full cavity search! Alarm bells ringing, I want to know before we go through with this if we have any fingerprints on any of the packages of **** that we have obtained? If the answer is no, then shouldn't we do that first? Get a forensic test done before we proceed to such a drastic overreach? But then again, why would a judge sign such a warrant if that has not already been done?

"Mrs Black-Buchanan, do you know what a warrant is?" Rebecca asks holding it out for the green-eyed and red-haired busty beauty to read for herself.

Scanning quickly, Victoria finally shows the first real emotion of the night! Pushing back her chair she stands up abruptly, toppling it backwards with a loud clatter! "Oh no you don't, this interview is over! I demand my attorney RIGHT NOW!"

Standing a few feet away from the interview table, Victoria is pointing directly at Detective Brewster with an outstretched arm, her finger quivering. Poised with her hand on her waist and chest pushed out, she is breathing hard which is making that magnificently large bust line of hers rise and fall hypnotically! Adding to the mesmerizing sight is her plush and round ass sticking right out. Why this woman doesn't take a few pictures for Playboy and make a couple of million dollars in an easy hustle is beyond me.

With a body like that she would sell billions of copies!

Yet that thought, while enticing, is just a silly boy's fantasy because a woman who grew up spending more time at country clubs and at cotillions would never sink that low. Being a **** smuggler on the other hand, a very real possibility...

Looking at Victoria's face I see that she is beyond afraid. Even though she is doing her best to mask it behind a look of superiority well as the abundance of her feminine charms.

"It's a little too late for that. I have a judge's order and if you refuse to comply I can throw your fat hiney in jail! You can either cooperate or pay the price. I'll give you a few minutes to think it over, but only because of who your husband is." Detective Brewster says and then sits there and patiently waits, looking at her watch from time to time.

Watching Victoria think, she hems and haws as she paces back and forth. Thinking through her options, she finally comes to a stop and with a significant change in her demeanor, she accepts. Gone is the proud and boisterous pose of a woman in control and who has it all. In it's place is a meek and melancholy woman who now has to be subjected to a most humiliating search.

"Can I have this be between you and me? Does HE need to be here?" Victoria asks, only acknowledging me for a second time.

I completely understand. She doesn't want to be naked in front of another man, another man who also happens to be one of her *many* ex suitors.

"Sorry, but when performing strip searches I have to have an observer and the law clearly states that only one woman has to be present. The other officer can be a man, so deal with it." Rebecca chastises as she seems to be enjoying the power trip and looking forward to seeing her arch rival bare it all.

"Fine..." Victoria whispers just barely loud enough to be heard. Taking a moment to compose her courage, she turns towards the grinning detective and crosses her arms under her enormous chest again.

Licking her upper lip, Rebecca slow walks around the table and then sits her tush right on the edge. Taking off her jacket, she rolls her shoulders back staring the ultimate hottie down as her breasts lift slightly, but enticingly, into the air. Holding that poise for a little too long as she slides it down her arms, she only recedes them after she sets her jacket down on the desk beside her. "You may start with your hat, jacket, blouse and skirt."

"And what exactly are we searching for detective?" I ask her just as the prim and proper lady raises her hands and removes her elegant hat.

"Evidence of cocaine anywhere on her clothing or person. As she gets undressed, go grab some evidence bag because after we are done searching her clothes by hand, we are going to ship them off to the lab for processing. While you are doing that I will search her purse." Rebecca declares and as I go over to the locker to grab the bags, she slips on a pair of rubber gloves then picks up Victoria's purse and dumps it out unceremoniously onto the table.

Hearing the clatter of personal effects, I turn around just as Rebecca snorts. There on the table besides the usual keys, wallet, makeup and tampons is a bottle of lube and a miniature vibrator! "Do all high society gals carry a pocket rocket?" Rebecca asks, as she holds it up to the mortified redhead who is in the midst of removing her jacket.

Looking from the sex toy and to the superbly stacked woman who owns it, I am caught by the pronounced jutting of her twin peaks. Her back arching, her shoulders already rolled in reverse, the jacket slides down her sleeveless arms sending ripples like the gentle laps of water throughout the front of her blouse. When she catches me staring, she doesn't offer a wink, or even a hint of a smile. Instead she looks at me with worry.

Why?

However, I do get a glimpse of a very luxurious and black, frilly bra strap. Her sense of style has certainly improved since I saw her topless last. Setting down the bags on the corner of the desk, Victoria pulls her arms out of the sleeves and then walks her jacket over to the table. Now at a point of indecision, as Detective Brewster checks out the purse and I start bagging up the evidence, Victoria pauses to decide what to remove next. Picking up the hat first, Rebecca looks it over, turns it over then hands it over to me to put in a bag. Doing the same with the jacket next, she finds absolutely nothing. The flaps for the pockets being stitched on for show only and the lining clean with no hidden pockets, or contraband. Handing me the jacket with a huff, Rebecca looks over at the undecided redhead and sticks out her hand, clawing her fingers. "Just give me something already. I don't have all night!"

Exhaling hard, Victoria reaches for her top and starts to untuck it. Pulling it out from the waistband of her skirt, she then starts turning round and round as she reaches for the zipper in the back. "Help?" She asks turning towards me. Reaching up with a gloved hand, I pinch the zipper and gently pull it all the way down. As the silk separates, I fixate my eyes on her supple and soft, but pale skin. Stepping back as she finishes the removal of her blouse, I go to where I was and stare at the enormity of her brassiere.

Even bigger than way back when, it is hard to focus on anything else with those positively ready to burst cups right there! Even Rebecca cannot help herself as she stares at a pair of breasts that are twice the size of her own and possessed by a woman smaller than she! Staring wide eyed at Victoria's bra, it is in exactly the same style as she used to wear way back when. Full coverage to the ****, many would call it "matronly", but it is pretty nonetheless. Do I dare to call it sexy? I love nothing more than a woman who wears floral lace.

Oh yes.

Victoria may be hiding her **** endowments, but it only adds to the allure and sexiness that I am sure her husband enjoys every time he is about to reach behind her back.

Now sporting a very rigid and erect hard on, I maneuver to the other side of the desk and hope that neither lady will notice it.

"You really think you can hide it when you are blushing?" Rebecca says, shaking her head in disapproval.

Busted...

Oh well.

Giving me a sideways glance as she takes the offered blouse, Rebecca turns it over and tosses it to the table. When she looks back over at Victoria I see her smile wide. Following her gaze, I to see something sticking out above the waistband of that tight red skirt. Despite her efforts, Victoria cannot hide what is obviously a waist clincher behind her crossed arms. "So that's how you stay so trim... You cheat! I don't remember you doing that back in the day."

Blushing as red as a tomato, Victoria swallows hard, but doesn't say a word. Instead she uncovers her tummy tucker and proceeds to unzip her skirt. Opening up in the back, I immediately see that the tummy control garment is not separate, but is attached to what I think is called a girdle! As she grabs the fabric and starts wiggling it down, more of her control garment is revealed! When her skirt eventually drops into a pool around her heels, and before she bends over to pick it up, I stare at that heavenly behind and marvel at its sheer size and girth along with her much more shapely thighs and hips! It is the perfect addition to the even larger breasts that now jut from her chest!

"A granny bra and girdle... You may be an hourglass now, but it's obvious you put on quite a bit of weight over the last 20 years. The last time I saw you was back in high school and you weren't nearly so plump." Rebecca says bitingly as she takes the skirt and looks through it. Finding nothing, she hands it to me where I bag it up and label it appropriately.

Now down to her expansive underwear, Victoria just stands there. With only her high heels, jewelry and exquisite hair, along with her perfectly made up face of course, it's the only reminder left of her wealth and privilege.

Stepping away from the table that is now covered with bags of evidence ready to be shipped off to forensics, Detective Brewster walks around her former rival checking her out. "Does Michael really enjoy taking all of this off?"

Refusing to answer, and for good reason, Victoria only shoots Rebecca a hateful stare as her cheeks remain bright red.

I too find this question to be completely unnecessary and borderline illegal. This has nothing to do with her job as a police officer, so now I step in and remind her of that fact. "Detective, watch your line of questioning or I will be **** to take over."

Acknowledging with a nod, Rebecca stops in front of her charge and stares her down. "Well, your clothing checks out."

"Does this mean I can go?" Victoria asks, still sounding just as polished and refined as before. How she is able to do so given how visibly embarrassed she is is quite a feat.

"Of course not! This is a full cavity search so before I ask you to take off your underwear, open your mouth." Rebecca orders and once Victoria complies, she sticks her gloved finger in and starts feeling around. Watching Victoria's cheeks expand over Rebecca's fingertip when it glides along, she rolls her eyes to the ceiling as she waits for yet another humiliation to end. Just when I think Rebecca is done and about to withdraw her probe, she hooks her finger and dislodges Victoria's pearly white and photo perfect teeth! Pulling them out, she holds up a pair of veneers then sets them down on the table. Going back in one more time, she removes the bottoms and places them next to the uppers.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm going to search your hair real quick. I'm sure I won't find anything there, but the warrant is specific. I must search everywhere." Rebecca says then walks around the now visibly shaking vixen.

Something is definitely spooking Victoria and it doesn't take very long to find out why. During Rebecca's probing, she accidentally pulls off a partial wig! "Wow!!! Talk about revealing! And here all of us girls used to be so jealous of all of that fabulous hair on your head. Turns out you've been faking that too!" Rebecca crows and she tosses, what is now evidence, on to the table with a flick of her wrist.

"Oh my god!" Victoria screeches mortified as she reaches up and covers her head with her hands! She still has long red hair, but it is not nearly as full she would like!

Is it due to her advancing age, or has she always been using a hair piece to enhance the volume of her hair? Who knows and quite frankly I don't care. I just think it's sad to see such a beautiful woman who tries so hard to feel good about herself be taken apart like this.

"Well there's nothing in there obviously." Rebecca says as I have to bag up the hair piece, filling out the chain of custody card. "All right honey, take off the girdle."

If Victoria was embarrassed before, when it is suggested that she strip out of her foundation garment, she went ballistic! "ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOT! IN FACT THIS HAS GONE ON *LONG* ENOUGH! IT'S BAD THAT I HAVE BEEN **** INTO THIS STATE OF UNDRESS, BUT TO DO IT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE I KNOW AND THE MAN I LOST MY VIRGINITY TO!? OUT OF THE QUESTION! I'D RATHER GO TO JAIL!!!"

"Great!" Rebecca rejoices as she moves swiftly behind the red-headed vixen!

Knowing exactly what she's going to do without saying anything, I quickly step in between her and the accused, blocking the way! "Look, at this point you're going to lose everything anyway. If you opt to go to jail you are going to be stripped and put in a penitentiary uniform and you will be issued underwear at our discretion, not your own." I say authoritatively and then step back and see the recognition in Victoria's eyes.

Realizing that she is in a corner with no way out, her will to fight finally breaks. With her bottom lip quivering and eyes watering, she slowly reaches behind her back and grips the heavy-duty clasps that run up her back. "I fucking hate both of you..." She mutters under her breath as she opens them one by one.

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Releasing the final one, the tightly bound waste cincher relaxes visibly, but not enough to reveal anything that she should be overly concerned about. It isn't until she starts unzipping it do I see why she freaked out. As the garment expands, so does her middle. And when she rolls down it is revealed that the skinny waist is completely a product of shapewear. 17 years ago all she needed was a pair of Spanx. Probably not because she wasn't cheerleader, but she just liked how they felt, or so she said. Now as she peels the garment down like an onion, both Rebecca and I watch as small love handles appear on her sides and a not so subtle paunch sticks out. Rolling slightly it is rather unsightly, but in the grand scheme of things, it is a small price to pay for being halfway to middle age.

Compared to me, she is still a twig. When compared to Rebecca, it is clear that the brunette is in better shape.

But then she starts visibly crying as she pushes the stretched out Lycra down her legs. No longer rolling, the entire bottom half of the girdle from waist to mid thigh drops as one solid piece! My eyes opening wide, I can hear Rebecca laughing loudly beside me as the curvy derriere and shapely hips of Victoria Black disappear! Bending over and stepping out of the padded pants, I get an eyeful of her upturned and flat, but fleshy little tushy! Shrunken and shriveled, there is a little bit of cellulite on the bottom of what cheeks she has. To add insult to injury, her hips completely disappear revealing her to be a bean pole as the exposed back of her thighs reveals even more developing cellulite. It isn't bad, but to a woman like Victoria, who prides herself on her vanity, it is a devastating blow to have to reveal that her curvy bottom half is nothing but a lie! Wearing only a small black thong, it looks rather uninspiring splitting that little keister. I guess the only plus out of it was when she was bent over and I got a very full of view of her very developed pussy lips. Turning around and handing over her stuffed girdle to Rebecca, she is crying so much and her face is so red that she is running her makeup.

"Wow!" Is all Detective Brewster can say as she takes possession of the shapewear and then holds it up to inspect it. "Jesus this is a lot of padding! Have you been doing this your whole life?" Pausing to tilt her head and look past the held up garment, Rebecca nods her head then returns to checking out Victoria's former voluptuous backside. "Definitely. This is more than just padding, these things are completely stuffed! Shit, a big padded ass AND hip and thigh enhancements!? No wonder why you never liked taking your underwear off in front of us girls. And now it looks like we have just uncovered how you smuggle the **** from the exchange site. You have to be stuffing them down a special pair of Spanx so that way you can be all curvy and voluptuous until you get home. What a joke but so incriminating." Finishing her speech, Rebecca lowers them and looks inside, then holding them open so I can too. Looking down, I can see the padding as clear as day glued inside. The shapewear was not bought with padding installed, Victoria put it in herself! And quite well actually because until she took them off, I couldn't tell and I have a feeling Rebecca couldn't either...

Which is weird because the last time I checked, cocaine is transported in bricks.

This case is starting to look shaky to me, even though my partner is gaining even more confidence that she has the biggest bust of her career!

Pardon the pun but just as I was thinking that, Rebecca turns back to the disheveled and bawling woman and makes her final demand. "Okay, time to hand over the boulder holder. And if I had to make a guess, something tells me those aren't nearly as big as you like to advertise either."

Probably an accurate observation now that Victoria is nothing more than a skinny, out of shape and pale skinned woman who is more fake than a Mr Potato Head. When I look at her huge breasts now, even I am curious to see if there is at least one thing about her that is natural.

Snorting and sniffling, Victoria is struggling to breathe as she cries loud and hard. Tears free falling, what's left of her exquisitely made up face has been washed away by her own shame at having to be so revealed in front of people she never dreamed she would ever have to be so in front of. Hands shaking and knees knocking, she eventually reaches behind her back and starts undoing another long row of clasps.

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Ping!

Only this time, when the bra straps visibly shudder, I watch as those lofty orbs jiggle as they drop down her chest. Now sticking out much lower and still looking curiously the same, she scoops them with one arm as she flicks the shoulder straps off of each shoulder one at a time. Cradling her pride and joys, I watch in shock as she pulls the ornate and sexy brassiere away to reveal her breasts.

Only there is no breasts. When Victoria's bra comes away, so does her enormous tits! Completely shell-shocked, I stand there frozen as I stare at not even nubs! The only semblance of tits is too slightly sagging tufts of skin topped with the smallest nipples I have ever seen. It's like her chest never developed!

Beside me, Rebecca is laughing so hard that she has fallen to her knees and is now clutching her gut. Her face red, she is nearly ****! "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT! I TRIED TELLING EVERYONE, BUT NO ONE EVER BELIEVED ME AND NOW THE BIGGEST SECRET EVER HAS BEEN REVEALED! VICTORIA STUFFS HER BRA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Seeing that Victoria is still holding her majorly stuffed bra out for the detective to take, I step forward and take it instead. When I look at her she is frozen beyond belief, standing as still as a statue and crying just as hard as ever. When her body finally relaxes, she collapses into the same exact chair where she sat at the beginning of this interrogation as the sexiest and curviest woman in Watertown. Now she is nothing of the sort and if anything she is simply a fraud. A fraud that I used to lust over and feel up every chance I got never once recognizing, or realizing, that I was playing with toys. Blushing furiously now, I'm ashamed of myself, yet at the same time how could I? If no one has found out in over 20 years, then should I really feel like a moron?

No.

But I do feel bad as I stand there and look at a woman who is left with only her shoes and her black cotton thong. Crying hard into her hands, she is sobbing as everything she ever lived for has been taken away. Taken away for a crime that she professes never to have committed and never having a reason to in the first place. So as an investigator, one of us has to prove her guilt and the other is responsible for proving her innocence. Since my partner, Detective Rebecca Brewster, has no intention of trying to prove the innocence of the accused, then I guess it falls on me. Looking from this scrawny woman and over at Rebecca who is now just getting up and getting control of her humorous outburst, I walk up to the table and gently slide the case file over to me. Picking it up, I then walk back to my seat and sit down, flip it open and start to read.

Really read.

And not the cursory glance that I gave it earlier. Flipping through the financial documents, the first thing that strikes me odd is that there's only $500,000 in debt with assets totaling over $60 million. That's not bad considering most millionaires have debts far higher than that.

"Oh god... Please not my panties!!! EEEEK!" I look up just as Detective Brewster hoists Victoria up from her seat and then bends her over the table. Watching in silence, Rebecca pulls the flimsy underwear down and starts laughing the moment they reach her thighs.

"Oh. My. God. NOW I've seen it all." Rebecca squeals as she whips the panties down and then lift Victoria's feet up and out of them and holds them up into the air. "She's padding her pussy too! I can't believe it, who does that!?"

Apparently Victoria is not satisfied with the development of her mound either it seems as I look at the swinging underwear and see the bulging lips and mound bobbing still in the crotch.

"Wow... Talk about small! I can barely fit two fingers in here! Welp, there's definitely no way she can shove **** up this tiny twat!" Rebecca sings joyously, totally forgetting that everything that is going on in here is being recorded. Not surprised that the detective has thoroughly lost her professional demeanor, I go back to reading the case file that is supposed to provide motive and proof of Victoria's guilt.

As I read I cannot help but start thinking back to the past as Rebecca's behavior rekindles some old memories. Back then she missed out on being the cheer captain because of Victoria, placed second both times she was on the ballot for prom queen to Victoria and every boyfriend she ever had dumped her to be with Victoria. While I can understand her excitement and glee at exposing her bitterest rival as being a complete and utter fraud, it still does not excuse the fact that she is on duty.

This behavior alone will get her fired after tonight.

Shaking away the trip down memory lane as well as my appraisal of her current conduct, I refocus and quickly discover that there's a lot of gaps in this motive.

"OWWWWWW! THAT HURTS!"

"Awww shut up you big baby. I'm almost done..."

It must be the rectal exam, everybody cries like a baby who doesn't take it from behind. Anyways, the biggest issue I find is that money problem. How can her debts be so low and yet still manage to have a nearly perfect credit score? One would immediately suspect that her husband is keeping her properties paid through his account, but upon review of his financial records he is making no such payments. According to what I can see the payments are made mostly on time except for two properties in Miami. That is curious because Miami is a hotbed for the **** trafficking trade. Again though, that has no bearing as far as I can see. There are no reports, no violations, or any suspicion of illicit or illegal activity going on in either of them. Crossing that off the bucket list, I read through the rest and find that Victoria has no outstanding warrants or has ever been accused of a crime in her entire life. The last time I checked, padding and stuffing one's underwear is not illegal in any of the 50 states, or numerous territories, of the United States. Seeing no real motive here to get involved with **** when creditors haven't been calling Victoria day and night, I see now that Rebecca was fibbing about that which is well within her jurisdiction to do.

In fact it is encouraged that during an investigation, investigators lie to the suspect in order to see if they will cross up and change their story. The entire time Victoria has maintained her cool and calm demeanor up until it was time to take off her clothes. Basically she stuck to her story and that in my book pushes the needle towards innocence and away from guilt. Just as I am about to close the file and recommend that Detective Brewster leave the poor woman be and find her some clothes, I happen across that picture again.

Looking at the figure exchanging a bulging envelope for a brick of cocaine, I notice something that I missed the first two times I looked at it.

The woman in the photograph is not wearing any gloves.

This is huge because that means there are fingerprints and where there are fingerprints, there is a culprit. Looking back through the file, I am looking for any results from the forensic lab in regards to the fingerprints that must have been found on that package.

"Have all of the bricks been taken into custody, Detective?" I ask, never looking up from the case file.

Examining Victoria's bra, Rebecca sets it down inside out and giggles.

Looking up, I see what she finds so funny. The enormous cups are completely filled to the brim with see through baggies filled with a clear looking goo. Reasoning that it might be a mixture of silicone and gel, I look away from the absurdly stuffed bra that used to be Victoria's epic bosom and return my attention to Rebecca.

"Yeah, nothing when we searched her house before we picked her up at the fundraiser. Which means all of the **** picked up down at the warehouse on the waterfront is everything." She says then returns to examining the big bra. "30H... Wow! You must really have to overcompensate for those itty bitty not even tater tot titties, don't ya? Or is this how you smuggle the goods to your network of dealers?" The haughty and self assured detective reasons then picks up the bra and turns it over. When she does the stuffing doesn't fall out.

This is even better because according to the time stamp, this picture was only taken a couple of days ago.

"And when did you guys recover the goods?"

"Sometime last week." Detective Brewster confirms what I am reading in the case file.

Snapping it closed, I slide it back across the table and go to stand up.

Seeing me do this, Rebecca quickly rises to her feet and pulls her jacket closed. Fastening the button, she looks from the now quietly sobbing, and still deeply ashamed Victoria, to me. "I think this case is one and done. I'm going to propose in my report that Victoria should be charged with **** trafficking and smuggling. I cannot charge her for distribution, but I will find that link soon enough and when I do I will be adding it. Do you have any charges that you would like to recommend?"

"Well, for starters can you explain to me how she smuggled the **** from the drop point to the warehouse? According to the description of the location in the file, that is downtown and there is no parking within quick walking distance." I remark, recalling the layout of the city from my years of being a beat cop.

Promoted to Detective after less than a year on the job, Rebecca is considered a rising star. More like a shooting star because of the absurd amount of convictions already attributed to her record. She outpaces me 5 to 1. "Well that is easy. Since we now know that she is a complete and utter fraud, she's clearly stuffing her underwear with the goods and then literally flaunting it all the way to the warehouse downtown."

"Owned by Michael James Buchanan..." I add.

Pausing as I utter this little detail, I look to Victoria who doesn't seem to pick up on it. Rightfully so, she is still distressed over having been poked and prodded and stripped of every stitch of clothing that once adorned her thin and now frail looking body. Even though I don't mean to, I cannot help but notice her thighs and small bum spreading ever so slightly on the wooden chair. In contrast to earlier, two of her could jokingly fit in it compared to the overflowing hips and ass that bulged out over the sides a little over an hour ago.

Pausing herself, Rebecca swivels her eyes to the ceiling and then waves her hand dismissively. "That doesn't mean anything. I'm sure she has the key to unlock the doors. Every woman makes a spare copy of her husband's keys."

"And did you happen to locate those while searching her home?" I ask, wondering when the detective is going to realize that I am picking apart her seemingly assured declaration of guilt.

"No, but I will have Officer Jones take a squad car out to the pretty red Porsche still sitting in the parking lot down at the hotel and have him search it. I'm sure he will find the warehouse keys somewhere in there." Rebecca states, resuming her confident pose. Turning toward the door, she has her breasts, now revealed to be far larger than the diminutive Victoria's, pushed proudly forward.

Padded or not, I have happened to steal more than a few gratuitous peeks down the Detective's top when she was bent over and I know that she has at least something to show. Unfortunately for the jealous woman, the rumor that her bra is mostly padding is indeed true for on one occasion I happened to notice a gap between her pushed up breast and her brassiere. Not a true D cup herself, if I had to guess, the curvy brunette is probably a small B.

Which makes me wonder...

"Hold up." I say raising my hand just as Rebecca is about to walk past me. Seeing her stop in confusion, I open the file and bring forth the picture. Pulling it out, I angle it under the light and notice a detail that should have been picked up far earlier. The hair that can be seen extending beyond the edge of the broad brimmed hat is brown. Victoria has always been a redhead.

"What?" Rebecca says to me with curiosity in her eyes.

"We need to have a chat. In private." I say to my partner and then look at Victoria who is still sitting there in a daze, her eyes fixated on her generously, albeit artificially, filled bra cups. "Victoria? Are you afraid of the dark?" Not uttering a word, she simply shakes her head in a slow and melodramatic no. "And do you mind if I turn off the lights just so no one can see you in this awkward state?" Nodding her head, I nod in acknowledgment I then turn and lead Rebecca to the door. Opening it for her, she proudly steps out, confidently swishing her much better bottom. Flicking off the light, I follow the dishy detective out and then close it.

"What's this about?" Rebecca turns around and asks the moment we are in the hall.

"You'll see. Let's go to the observation room where we can chat in private." I repeat and then walk past the now confused Detective and open the door. Stepping in first, I hold it open and observe as she follows me in. The moment it is closed she asks the same question again.

"Okay Greg, what's this about?" She asks, the button of her jacket popping open as her big looking boobs pop out.

Ignoring the glaring try of enticing my desires to feel her up, I instead hold out the case file. "I just got done reading this in full and based on the testimony of the witness, observation of the execution of the search warrant, and your own words, I feel strongly that Victoria Louise Elaine Black-Buchanan is innocent of this crime."

Becoming visibly flustered, Rebecca pushes her jacket back as she places her hands on her waist, still keeping her chest pushed forward, now only in an authoritative stance. "Are you serious? She fits the bill and my suspicion of how she is smuggling the **** is spot on. Just because her stuffing is adhered to this underwear does not mean it is adhered to all of her underwear."

"Yes but besides the obvious holes in your investigation of her finances, the picture shows a very curvaceous and busty woman making the exchange. If Victoria was stuffing her bra and girdle with ****, then during the exchange there should be no evidence of breasts or hips. In fact if you look carefully enough, the hair color is not even hers." I say as I pull out the photograph and hold it up right at Rebecca's eye level.

"Posh! So she removes the stuffing before refilling herself with her get out of debt cards. And the hair? That is clearly dyed. Remember, I saw her snatch and the few wispy and pathetic hairs she did have sprouting from her crotch were clearly brown. Look Greg, I know you may still have feelings for her, but that should not be clouding your judgment." Rebecca says, her tone changing as well as her poise as she saunters up to me and nearly presses herself into my side.

Closing the file firmly, I look at her sharply and shake my head. "Look this is completely inappropriate, just like your conduct was in the interrogation room. I kept my mouth shut because you are the lead investigator, but I also did so because everything that just went down in there was being recorded and the last thing I'm going to do is participate. Even if you do win this case, you know that once the Chief and the DA hear that, you are going to be out of a job!" I declare and then spin right around and head for the door.

I have every intention of walking out and going back into the interrogation room and ripping open the evidence bags so Victoria can fix herself up properly, but I am stopped by a rude grab of my shoulder. Being spun around, I feel myself being shoved up against the door as the detective presses herself into me and tries to **** her tongue in my mouth!

"Come on Greg... You know you want me. You always have and just didn't know it!" Rebecca moans as I keep my mouth clamped shut. Still rubbing her body into mine, I can feel the thick padding of her bra rubbing into my chest. "Give in to your passions and let's forget all of that nonsense that happened in the interrogation room." Rebecca continues and then steps back. With her foot pressing against the door, she has it firmly wedged as she strips off her jacket and then pulls her tight top up and off! That's her torso stretches. I then watch as her bra slides up, revealing a gap between her body and the underwire as her pushed up boobs rise. Tossing it aside, she shakes out her hair and then presents her bosoms to me, shaking them side to side enticingly. "Come on Greg, feel me up. You know you want to."

Seeing her smug smile as she continues advertise her breasts, my first instinct is to push her away and then run from the scene and call the Chief! But then I get an idea and reach out and start squeezing her Wonder bra.

"Ooooh yes Gregory Holmes, feel up those luscious tits! Oh I know you like it, don't you! Isn't this much better than playing with bags of jelly?" Rebecca croons as she reaches out and starts fondling me through my pants awkwardly. "Mmmmm if this is you soft then I can't wait to feel you when you get hard. I saw your tent and you are most impressive. I can't wait to feel you inside of me..."

As I squeeze and grope Rebecca's bra, I watch as her little breasts pop out from her cups and reveal themselves. It's also when I notice something starting to pour out from the edge of her bra. Changing how I squeeze them, I work the insert out and my jaw drops when I see a baggie full of white powder! "Rebecca! It's you, you're the **** dealer!" I yell as I rip my hands away from her artificially enhanced bosoms and then grab her and slam her up against the wall! "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time!" I spit out her miranda rights as I reach to my belt and procure my handcuffs. Latching her wrists, I spin her back around as she looks at me wild-eyed and licking her lips.

"You just made a big mistake bucko! You don't know just how many men I own in this town, Michael James Buchanan is one of them. You will see that I will walk away free and clear and then you will never find me because I will disappear. Suck on that pig!" Rebecca spats and then hawks a loogie in my face!

Wiping it away, I tug the topless Detective away from the door by her wrists and then open it and escort her out. When we arrive in the middle of the precinct, both Officers Percy and Jones look up completely shocked!

"What the hell is going on here!?"

"Yeah, what gives?"

Standing proudly next to my apprehension, I look the two officers dead in the eye. "I believe I have uncovered the **** dealer. It is our very own Detective Rebecca Brewster. I made the discovery when she came on to me in the interrogation room when I was asking her questions about the evidence procured against Victoria Black-Buchanan. If you gentlemen would like to see for yourselves, I have left the evidence of bagged cocaine in the suspect's brassiere."

Coming up and taking a look for themselves, Officer Jones relieves me of my charge and then takes her away to lock up.

The only one left is Officer Percy who looks at me for a moment shell shocked, but then remembers something and turns around. Watching him return to his desk he picks up a piece of paper hot off the press and then returns to deliver it to me. "I've been waiting for you guys to finish so I could hand this to you. The forensics results came back from the cocaine we raided from Michael Buchanan's warehouse down on the waterfront. All of the bricks are clean except for one." He says then turns over the report.

Taking it, it is just what I expected. The identity of the lone fingerprint belongs to Detective Rebecca Brewster. Looking up from the report, I smile as I place my hand on Percy's shoulder. "Good job. I wish you would have delivered this to me BEFORE Rebecca tried to seduce me, but it doesn't matter."

"Don't worry boss, Jones and I were watching on the CCTV camera everything that was going down in the interrogation room. We saw it all so don't worry, we got your back." Officer Percy says, giving me a reassuring smile.

Relaxing considerably, I shake the young man's shoulder and then wrap him up in a bear hug. Patting each other's backs, we soon separate relieved and happy at a job well done. "If you will excuse me, I have a very voluptuous and beautiful woman apologize to."

Knowing exactly who I am talking about, Officer Percy throws me a wink. "Hey, you're the only guy in this town to ever get up her skirt. You're a legend Sarge. Go take care of her."

My smile turning upside down, I frown sarcastically at the younger man as I give his shoulder a rather hard slap. "That was almost 20 years ago Percy and don't ever insinuate that I would have sex on the job ever again, understand?"

"Yes sergeant!" Officer Percy shouts, replacing his easy-going posture with that of smart attention and a crisp salute.

Returning it with a half-assed one of my own, I turn on my heels and walk back to the interrogation room. Opening the door, I make sure it is closed before I flick on the light. Looking at Victoria who is looking up at me wide-eyed and frightened, I don't move from the door and instead nod to the bags on the table. "After further investigation you are being cleared of all charges. None of this will ever show up on your report I can promise you that. You're belongings are now yours again so I suggest you fix yourself up before you come outside. When you're ready I will give you a ride back to your car."

For a moment I stand there as she sits, looking at each other blankly. After a few minutes she finally responds. "Thank you... Oh my God you have no idea what this means to me!" Victoria gushes as she stands up and immediately throws open her arms. Walking up to me naked as the day she was born, I stare at her shrunken body, flicking my gaze from her sparsely haired crotch to her utterly flat and featureless chest. Holding up my hand I stop her. "Might I suggest you get dressed before you give me that hug?" I say with an easy-going smile as I throw her a wink.

Suddenly crashing back to reality, the infamously curvy vixen slaps her arms over her chest as she crosses her legs to hide her crotch, crouching to try and cover up her diminutive assets! "Oh my god....." Blushing as red as a tomato, I watch as she spins around and waddles over to the table, with an arm now extended down and her hand splayed open to try and hide her flat and jiggly, little and narrow bottom!

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. And besides, I'd rather remember you for the curvy and busty vixen you have always been." I say hoping that she does not take it the wrong way.

"Oh thank God again! I am so glad that you're not one of those guys who say I should be happy with who I am." Victoria says as she immediately picks up her bra and starts putting it on.

Watching as her glorious chest is restored, I find myself a little shocked at how natural it looks the moment she buckles her bra. She really is a mistress of stuffing! Chuckling I cannot help but ask, "Am I to understand that this is not the first time you have been seen without all of your curvy paddings in place?"

Ripping open the bag with her girdle packaged inside, she yanks it out and sets it aside as she puts her vaginal enhanced thong back on first. Giving the waistband a snap, she immediately steps into her black girdle and starts sliding it up her skinny and shapeless legs. "Yeah unfortunately. I was seeing this guy before I met Michael and he accidentally walked in on me in the shower. I thought I had locked the door, but the lock was faulty. When he saw me he nearly died, but after an hour he tried to talk me out of being who I am." She says as the garment zips right up and the only struggle is when she has to tug and pull on the waist cincher.

Seeing her in her stuffed bra and curve enhancing undergarments, she immediately transforms back into the busty and curvy goddess that I so fondly remember. Watching as she turns back to the table and picks up another bag, I find myself staring at her large breasts and equally large bottom. I don't know why, but I find myself pining for this curvy queen. When I reach down, I feel my erection and realize that I'm still in love with this woman who broke my heart so long ago. Taking a deep breath as I watch her pull on her skirt, I exhale slowly to keep my heart from pounding straight through my chest. "Victoria?"

"Hmmm?"

"Would you be all right if I stopped by your home in a couple of days to check on you?" I ask, doing my best to suppress my nerves.

Spinning right around, those giant jugs that she proudly wears over her chest jiggle sexily as she offers me a genuinely broad smile. "Of course! It would only be right. I'm still living in my own home by the way, the one up on the hill. Stop in anytime you want."

"I will. Now I will excuse myself so you can get dressed with all of the privacy that you deserve." I say then turn and exit the interrogation room. Returning to the precinct office, I resume my duties at the desk. Signing the required paperwork for the transfer of the case from Officer Jones to me and Detective Brewster, I then sign another document administratively releaving her of jurisdiction. Filing it away I then pull out my phone and go back to Game of Sultans, passing the time until the curvy socialite is ready to appear.

Coming out over an hour later, she looks every bit the beautiful woman that she was when she first walked in. Her outfit slightly wrinkled, she still looks like a million bucks as she walks out swinging her hips and purposely bouncing her breasts.

"I'm ready for that ride." She says, offering me a perfect smile.

Rising up, I look over to see Officer Percy and Officer Jones giving me winks and two thumbs up. Ignoring them, I return my attention to Victoria and walk up to her. "Come on, let's get you back where you belong."

When I feel her hand slide into mine and squeeze, I see her blushing. Looking down at her presented chest, I grin wide-eyed at their exuberant protrusion. Even though I know they're fake, I will never tell a soul this wonderful woman's secret. In my mind she will always be the big and busty beautiful Victoria Black that I will always fondly remember. Looking at me, she is smiling and her eyes are sparkling. Looking deeply into hers, I am slightly shocked when I see the small hint of brown circling her irises.

Colored contacts.

This woman is so infatuated with her preferred image that she cannot even be honest about her eye color. When she bats her eyelashes at me, I notice one of those long and luscious lashes floating off of her eyelid. "Umm, excuse me." I say softly as I raise my finger and gently guide it back into place.

Blushing profusely, but appreciating my gesture, Victoria takes a deep breath and then exhales softly. "Thank you Greg."

"Your welcome." I say then walk out the police station with her hand in hand.

Epilogue

In the time since that faithful night when the real culprit was discovered, I have been busy cleaning up the mess that the former detective had made. First things first, Rebecca Brewster was stripped of her title and processed into the county jail. She is currently awaiting trial for a multitude of charges.

**** trafficking with intent to distribute.

Illegal possession of banned and/or illegal substances.

Improper conduct befitting an officer of the law

A few among many of a litany of charges.

Also wrangled up was Councilman at Large; Michael James Buchanan.

When he was arrested he threw quite a fit and started screaming his innocence as loud as he could to everyone at the country club and then even louder to the cameras waiting outside. It may not have been one of the better decision I have ever made, but alerting the press I felt was important. There is nothing more important than transparency. It also ensures that another corrupt politician does not rise through the ranks of government. The last thing we need is more untrustworthy fellows.

He was the biggest name among many whom I was authorized to arrest. Of course there will be many more to come, but this experience has shown me just how deplorable this town can truly be beneath the veneer of polish and privilege. Having a break in my roundup of quite an expansive network of **** pushers and petty dealers from the Buchanan and Brewster network, I decide to pay a visit to an old friend and former flame. Easing the car to a gentle stop on the gravel driveway, I look out through the windshield at the exquisite, yet private residence. It may be on a hill and visible to all, but Victoria Louise Elaine Black-Buchanan's residence is indeed a hideaway. Pushing open the driver side door, I step out into the clear blue sky, the warmth of the sun lifting thee chill from the frigid air ever so slightly. Shutting it I then stuff my hands in my pockets and look up at the towering Gothic inspired mansion. Resembling a scaled down Biltmore, Victoria's home is as old as it is elegant. Already I can tell that this woman has more money than she lets on and I'm highly suspicious that she somehow connives men into marrying her just so she can suck them dry. I guess it's her way of getting back at the opposite sex who have always been persistent about her hesitancy to remove her clothes. Taking a deep breath, I exhale again and watch my breath roll from my mouth. Locking the car door I then walk around my vehicle and up the hand carved steps. Seeing no door knocker, I find the softly lit doorbell and give it a push. When it opens I am greeted by a tall butler who reminds me of a very old Alfred from Batman.

"Yes sir?" The elderly butler says, his voice still strong and thick with an upper class accent. The man himself may not be upper class, but having spent a lifetime serving the upper echelons of high society, it is understandable why he speaks with such a tone of dutiful service.

"I am here at the request of lady Victoria. Is she home?" I say as I pull back my charcoal gray jacket and flash him my gold badge.

Yes, I got the promotion that the former Detective was willing to throw everything away for. Skipping right over detective, I am now known as Lieutenant Gregory Holmes.

"Is this an official visit, sir?" The butler asks.

"No, just a visit from an old friend. As I stated before." I answer.

"One moment." The elderly gentleman says then closes the door. Left outside for quite a while, I am about to turn and go back to my car when the heavy oak door opens again and the butler ushers me in. "This way."

Stepping inside, I wait patiently as he shuts it and then turns the lock. Escorting me through the foyer, I marvel at the exceedingly tall, polished stone pillars and the arched ceilings as I listen to my feet echo off of the marble floors. Passing a rather grand and twisting staircase, he leads me down a labyrinth of wood paneled walls and into a arboretum at the back of the house. Bidding me adu before departing, I look back to watch the butler disappear around the corner. When I return my attention to the finely decorated room, complete with a big bay window overlooking the rolling hills of the forest, I see the lady of my ultimate desires standing in front of it. Taking a moment to admire her, she is clad in an exquisitely tight and sleeveless, light grey dress. Wrapped around her waist is a thick black belt that truly shows off her sumptuous curves. Staring a tad too long at her round and bubbling bottom, I decide to wait for her to turn around. When she does, she welcomes me with a soft smile along with the always gratifying sight of her enormous bosom.

And then without a word she starts walking towards me, placing each stiletto covered foot perfectly in front of the other. Mesmerized by her rolling round hips and her bobbling breasts, I cannot find the will to move as she extends her arms outwards. When she eventually reaches me, she doesn't say a word and neither do I as I reach out and take her in my arms. Feeling her arms wrap around my neck as her expansive bust squeezes between us, our lips find each other's and then open so our tongues can intertwine in a passionate kiss.