Brooke and Heidi aren't your average cops. When criminals test their patience by testing the law, they tend to take matters into their own hands before bringing them in to justice. With one packing a 13-inch weapon, and the other always ready for a rough ride, the two are a force to be reckoned with. Anyone looking to cause trouble in their streets better look out.
"Well, well well," Brooke sang as she leaned against the driver's door of the vehicle she and Heidi had selected to pull over during the traffic stop they were taking part in. Having noticed the license plate before anyone else, Brooke couldn't allow herself to let such an opportunity go. Smiling as the tinted window of the Chrysler rolled down, Brooke leaned in, her arm resting on the top of the car as her cleavage hung in front of it. "Isn't this our top suspect for information on the whereabouts of the biggest drug dealer in the city?" Brooke theatrically asked Heidi, who was standing behind her, arms crossed and grin wide.
"By George, Brooke. I think it is."
"Fuck off," the man spat with a nervous glare. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Golly," Brooke gasped, her hand coming to press against her chest in an attempt to resemble shock. "That's mighty strong language you're using towards an officer, sir."
"Sure is," Heidi leered, grin widening.
"And those are some awfully tinted windows, I'm afraid."
"The judge won't like that, Brooke."
"No, she certainly will not," Brooke cooed with a shake of her head. "Nor will she like the weed I'm smiling coming out of your car, my good sir. I bet your new roommates would love it, though -"
"Alright, alright!" the man blurted, his courageous faΓ§ade coming to pieces in a matter of moments. "What do you want?"
Brooke smiled, suddenly yanking the door to the driver's side open and making the man flinch. He inched back into his seat, his eyes darting around before landing on Brooke's leering ones.
"What are you -"
"Get out of the car," Brooke demanded.
"Wh-What? Come on ... Just tell me what you -"
"Get out. Of the car," Brooke repeated, though her tone wasn't any harsher.
If anything, it seemed to get softer, and the man wasn't sure which he would have preferred. He hesitated, glancing back at Heidi in uncertainty, who nodded her head in encouragement. Slowly, the man unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out of the car he couldn't afford, keeping his head down from the other cops and glancing between them both as Brooke took his place in the driver's seat.
"This is a nice ride you've got here," Brooke complimented, getting comfortable in the seat.
"Come on, man ... How am I supposed to get home?" he complained, not wanting to let his car go.
"Oh, I'm not talking about the car," Brooke clarified as she unbuckled her pants, rustling them around until she was able to take out her rigid length with a sigh.
The man took an uneasy step back, unsure of just what he was seeing. But Heidi was right behind him, ready to block his path. She pushed him forward, almost making him stumble over himself. He stared at the smiling officer in horror, fearful of what was to come next.
"Well? Come on, then," Brooke egged, patting her lap, her cock swaying from the movement as it began to leak its clear fluid.
"You've got to be shitting me ..." He tried to back up again, but again Heidi shoved him forward. "I'm not sucking that thing."
"Oh, you're not going to suck it," Brooke giggled. "You're going to ride it."