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Sweat trickled down the curves of Tiffany’s body as she bent over, her wispy blonde hair cascading in shimmering golden locks. The sun bore down mercilessly, but she paid it no mind, utterly engrossed in her work.

Little did the busty barbie know, she had an audience. Two pairs of hungry male eyes were planted on her, watching from the shadows. Officer Steele and Officer Rod took in her delectable form – the way her tight tank top molded to her breasts, the tantalizing outline of her G-string visible beneath thin daisy dukes.

“We ought to help that girl,” Steele whispered, adjusting his aching bulge.

“Damn straight, partner,” Rod agreed. “Pussy PG is a seriously dangerous place. Wouldn’t want her to hurt herself.”

Steele grabbed the walkie-talkie at his hip. “D dispatch, speaking. We have a situation unfolding at the Northside rail station.” His voice was grave. “Civilian female in imminent peril. Requesting immediate backup.”

“Your witness is here,” Dispatch crackled back. “Good luck, boys.”

The cops emerged into the light, badges gleaming. Tiffany jumped, startled by their sudden appearance.

“Miss,” Steele growled, his steely gaze fixated on her chest, “this is police business. Step away from the tracks please.”

She backed up obediently, clinging to the handle of her oversized surfboard. “I’m sorry officers, I didn’t mean any harm. I just-”

“Hold it right there, princess,” Rod barked. He reached out to stop her, his fingers brushing the smooth skin of her bare shoulder. “Looks like you’re not wearing a bra.” His voice lowered. “That’s a major violation…”

Tiffany squirmed under their intense stares. Her nipples pebbled beneath the thin white fabric, betraying her body’s reaction. “I c-can get a ticket for this?”

“That’s just the start,” Steele rumbled. He stepped closer, invading her personal space. “You’re up on multiple charges here, missy. Neglect of duty to wear sunscreen…reckless endangerment of your itsy bitsy bikini. The list goes on.”

“Please, officers!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, swear!” Her eyes darted between the two men, big and blue and way too damn innocent.

“That may be your lucky day,” Rod chuckled darkly. “Trust me, baby, we’re always looking to help the community. For a proper apology, maybe we can cut you some slack…”

He reached into his tactical belt and produced a pair of silver handcuffs. Tiffany’s eyes widened as he dangled them slowly in front of her face. “I want you to put your hands on the wall and spread your legs wide. Like a good girl.”

She obeyed, heart pounding wildly. The cuffs cinched around her dainty wrists with a soft click, locking her in place. Steele and Rod moved in, crowding her from both sides.

“Frisk her,” Steele said. “We need to make sure she doesn’t have any more naughty hidden items we need to discipline her for.”

“Yes sir,” Rod replied. His hands roamed over Tiffany’s body, venturing further and further south as she gasped and shuddered. He squeezed her tits roughly, then slid down to palm the swell of her ass through her tiny jean shorts.

Steele wasn’t idle either. His big hands groped and prodded, searching for contraband. “Looks like we found the goods right here, honey,” he smirked, tweaking her nipple. “You drive the po-po wild with those big juicy jugs of yours.”

“Oh please no,” Tiffany whimpered, grinding her hips in protest. Or was it encouragement? Steele couldn’t tell anymore, not when wet heat seeped through the denim and soaked her G-string. He reached back to rip the crotch of her shorts, exposing her pussy to the open air.

“Dammit girl,” Steele growled, “you’re soaked already and we only just started! I’ve got a semi-mast from your scent alone.”

“Don’t worry sir, backup is on the way,” Dispatch crackled over their walkie-talkie. “But from your panting, it sounds like it can’t get there fast enough.”

“Can’t a man have his dick with impunity?” Steele snapped irritably. He turned back to Tiffany with a fierce scowl. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he jerked her head back and sealed his mouth over hers in a violent kiss.

Tiffany cried out, muffled by his lips, as his other hand roughly pawed at her tits. Steele plunged a thick finger inside her sopping wet cunt and pumped mercilessly, curved to press against her G-spot.

“Look at her squirt!” Rod exclaimed in glee. “What a messy slut.” He dove into the mess, glomming his mouth over Tiffany’s clit and sucking hard. The effect was electric, hitting Thanksgiving dinner, Christmas, Hanukkah, and New Years all at once.

“Hnnngh fuck!” Tiffany wailed, convulsing like a porn star. Fluids gushed down her thighs, and Steele’s face was covered in a downpour of her cum. He band his head back, tongue lolling out, for a few moments, too dazed and drunk with pussy liquor to do much else.

When they finally regained their senses, they both looked at each other and shrugged.

Sometimes a hard working cop’s gotta take one for the team. Maybe next time, their community service volunteer wouldn’t get herself in such compromising positions while looking so sexy.

“Apology accepted, my good girl. But if you get up to no good like this again…” Steele said. “…we’ll bust this pussy all over again.”

As they left, the two jackbooted heroes left Tiffany to bask in her mess, staring off into space like a horny, varmished bimbo. The officers just knew what was best for her.

The appropriate punishment of her dripping snatch was just the celebrity-challenging climax of Tiffany’s slutty adventures. And Steele and Rod would have her bend over and back at it anytime.