This is the Final Instalment in my Brooklyn Nine Nine Series. For Maximum enjoyment why not enjoy them in order? Amy's Sex Tape, Gina's Games and Rosa-lution precede this story.
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Strutting down a crowded street Rosa Diaz pushed through the throng of locals and tourists before turning onto the next block; determined to find her inferior officer.
Approaching an intersection Rosa noted that several traffic lights were down. With cars entering from every direction the junction should have been in absolute shambles and would have been if it weren't for a single woman attempting to organise the chaos: Amy Santiago. Of course, in an angry city like New York organisation was a losing battle.
Standing on the corner Amy dutifully directed traffic, using hand signals and a whistle to suggest where each driver should go. Of course Rosa wasn't surprised that the Ex-Detective was good at this; after all traffic duty was such a submissive job.
"Santiago?"
Twisting to face her colleague Amy blushed; embarrassed to be caught working in this lowly position by the statuesque Latina:
"Heyyyy Rosa... Sorry, I mean Detective Diaz."
Grinning at the unfortunate Cuban woman Rosa raised an eyebrow; Amy's career trajectory was the talk of the precinct. The dorky Detective had been coming into work late and scruffy, screwing up cases left and right. Of course it wasn't all her fault... Rosa and Gina kept Amy extra busy these days. For over a year now the two women had gradually taken over Amy's life, both tormenting and pleasuring the brunette for their own amusement:
"So you got demoted huh??"
Unable to meet Rosa's hard gaze Amy watched the junction ahead of her, waving to a driver to move forward whilst using her other hand to hold back the next lane:
"It's just a temporary setback. I will still be Captain; you'll see!"
Rosa scoffed:
"Please; you're a glorified meter maid!"
"Whateve's! I like giving out tickets!!" Amy exclaimed defensively: "It's flope!"
Shaking her head at the Nerdy brunette's bad attempt at the latest urban patois Rosa kept pushing:
"Does that stupid expression mean something is good or bad??"
Shrugging Amy hastily changed the subject, keen to mitigate the fallout of her latest mistake:
"Speaking of bad... I know I said I had time off this afternoon but my schedule is getting pretty hectic and I have a parking seminar in like an hour..."
The intimidating Detective glowering back at her, Amy flinched like a deer caught in headlamps:
"I-I just think if we used an itemised itinerary we could schedule sex alongside work..."
"Whatever Nerd; I brought your favourite milkshake. You know, since you're not working in the precent anymore."
Handing over the large plastic beaker Amy gratefully accepted, ignoring the cheap barb attached: "Low-fat right?"
Watching Amy's soft pink lips seal around the straw, Rosa shrugged as the brunette sucked up the thick gooey concoction:
"Sure..."
Eying the brunette Rosa ran her gaze over Amy's new uniform, enjoying her little round hat, orange vest and in general how form-fitting the navy outfit had become; like the brunette was trying to do a cosplay of that bunny from Zootopia:
"Nice fluorescent jacket; really brings out your eyes."
"Haha." Amy replied dryly.
Still studying the erstwhile former-Detective Rosa surreptitiously glanced down at the brunette's pert bottom; definitely cute but not yet ready for what she and Gina intended for it.
"Still wearing that underwear I got you?"
"Y-yes. Why??"
Huge brown eyes widening Amy twisted to face the Detective beside her on the kerb:
"Please no..."
"Well you said you were too busy to see me later," Rosa teased cruelly, reaching into the pocket of her leather jacket:
"So I figure we just do it right here..."
Pressing the hidden button immediately Amy felt her panties vibrate; eyelashes flickering: "Unngh! Oh no..."
Moaning under her breath Amy's eyes darted left and right as she was invisibly stimulated; praying that passers by wouldn't notice. When she had put on the offending vibrating panties she had assumed they were just a fun present for after work. Of course Amy should have known that Rosa had more humiliating plans.
Bouncing from toe to toe on the kerb Amy whimpered, clenching her hands impotently in a desperate bid for control of her own pussy:
"Oh wow!"
Watching gleefully Rosa turned up the dial on her remote. Knees beginning to shake the brunette flinched as a nearby car honked at her for instruction.
"Puh-please Rosa!" Amy begged: "Not here, not nowwww-uhhh!"
Waving frantically back at the driver, Amy felt herself heat up uncontrollably; pussy pulsating from the strong vibrations:
"Ugh Maam please just go around-Agh!"
Stepping into the road Amy yelled at the frustrated driver before stumbling to a halt, legs becoming jelly as the stimulation through her core increased:
"Ohhhhh!!!"
Beginning to sweat profusely Amy fanned her face; a stain beginning to form in the crotch of her uniform. Wriggling awkwardly in the middle of the road, the brunette soon lost her faculties under the mounting pleasure:
"Rosa-ahhhh!! You could at least help!!"
Watching from the sidewalk Rosa shook her head, thumbing her button delightedly as Amy came to a boil. Staring helplessly back at the dominant Detective, poor Amy was powerless to resist. Cars beginning to block up the junction both women ignored their duty as they focused on the meter maid's sordid stimulation.
Amy moaned under her breath, feeling the insistent throb against her nethers. She had to just ignore it, to work, anything!
Considering her options the brunette knew she was screwed; every eye on the street was waiting for her signals but all she could think about were the waves of sensation buzzing up from her crotch. Unable to leave her post or even remove the offending garment the brunette whined; nipples rising under her fluorescent jacket.
Nose crinkling adorably as the device sent waves of stimulation up through her pussy lips Amy realised she wasn't going to make it another minute, never mind till the end of her shift.
Fascinated, Rosa turned up the dial to its highest setting; the badass Detective watching as her sub-ordinate squirmed: Putting Amy through these shenanigans was always entertaining.
Horrified Amy felt the heat rising in her belly, pussy steaming as her climax mounted.
Squeezing her eyes shut, for a moment Amy could shut out the bustle of the noisy street, focusing on swallowing the cause of her distraction and concentrating on not screaming as she finally came:
"Unngh, Uhh!"
Gasping for breath, the brunette dropped to her knees, turning white as she orgasmed in public surrounded by angry New Yorkers.
Forgetting where she was Amy saw stars as glorious sensations pulsed through her nethers, twitching in place as she soaked the crotch of her uniform. Expression caught between horror and rapture her big brown eyes rolled backward as she twitched in place.
Only when she heard the crash did the traffic cop remember what she was supposed to be doing.
Colliding behind her in the busy junction the cars came to a clanking halt, hot steam billowing from under the nearest bonnet.
Amy's shoulders slumped: "Oh crap..."
Rosa grinned down at the brunette:
Well I'm heading back to the precinct! Good luck dealing with this literal car crash!"
Rising up on shaky legs Amy yelled stubbornly back at the sexy Latina Detective as she disappeared into the crowd:
"I will have luck! You'll see Diaz! By next week I'll be back in a real uniform!"
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Stepping through a doorway Amy pulled down her officer's cap; once again dressed like a Cop. Although when Amy had said 'real' this was definitely not what she had in mind...
Eyes adjusting to the smoky light Amy strutted past the stage; it would be her turn next and she was nervous. Along the wall to her right stretched the bar where she could see a number of excited men talking to barely dressed women.
Moving towards the sleaze Amy was painfully aware that a number of people were watching her; hips swaying in her under-sized clothing.
"Somethin' to drink?" a surly bar man asked her.
"4 Kamikaze shots" the brunette replied sheepishly, all too aware she needed to build up her courage.
Suddenly the lights flashed on stage. A deep male voice came over the PA system asking that everyone give a big welcome to their next dancer: 'Chastity' and there was a wave of clapping and hollering as the woman approached. Soon a song started playing and after about twenty seconds the sexy cowgirl began to dance.
Eying the woman performing, the Ex-Detective drank in her provocative movement whilst literally downing each shot one after the other. If she was going to survive this night she would need to be four-drink-Amy; of course here it made sense to be a perv.
Chastity slid around her pole before athletically inverting herself along its length. Gawping at her impressive flexibility Amy got a close-up view of the blonde's naked body; alcohol sinking in as she took in the arousing show.
Tearing her gaze away Amy shook her head in dismay; how had she ended up like this?!
"Officer Santiago; you have the right to remain sexy!"
Amy froze; recognising that obnoxious voice. Twisting around the brunette faced her tormentor:
"Gina?? What the hell are you doing here!?" Taking a sip from a colourful drink the redhead shrugged, leaning on the bar next to Amy:
"Sometimes I come to this joint to learn new moves for my dance troupe Floor-Gasm. More importantly why are you working in a strip club?? Don't tell me you were demoted again!?"
Biting her lip Amy considered her situation; standing in the middle of the crowded room the brunette realised any explanation she could give to the former civilian administrator could be overheard by the clubs patrons and potentially blow her cover:
"Come with me," Amy whispered urgently to the quizzical redhead; "I'll give you a private dance."
Dragged across the busy room Gina smirked; enjoying her view of Amy's sexy little uniform:
The brunette was dressed in a mock Cop outfit, complete with hat and holster. Of course the skirt was non-regulation and ludicrously short while the badge was made of plastic but she looked undeniably hot. Gina particularly liked her thigh high leather boots with even higher heels; she would definitely be taking those.
Entering a private booth Gina watched as Amy hurriedly closed the velvet curtain before turning back to the redhead to explain herself:
