Clue: A Uniform-Stealing Mystery. Prelude
Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2026 4:35 pm
Det. Brandy D. House stared at the elevator’s mirror, but the gorgeous, curvy brunette was so absentminded that she did not notice that her tight red dress had slightly hiked up her enticing thighs, revealing the embroidered rim of her black stockings. After the fiasco of her last case, the mysterious breaking at the Senator’s house, her superiors suggested that she should take a fully-paid leave of absence for a few months, although once or twice a week they would send her files of cold cases to get her insights on them. Brandy House had screwed it big time due to her hubris (and lust, although her bosses did not know that), but everyone acknowledged that she was still the smartest detective in the state, if not the country.
The brunette detective had correctly figured out almost everything about the mysterious breaking-in at the Senator’s house except the most important part, who the thief was. The humiliation was completed when the police found her, bound and gagged in her underwear, after the criminal had stolen her clothes to scape. Brandy House had to eat a big piece of humble pie, so she swore to herself that she would not be so cocky next time. Also, she had became obsessed with the idea of uniform-stealing.
Later, Brandy found out that the woman who had fooled her was Nadia Volkanov, the younger sister of the notorious criminal Ursula Volkanov. A special unit of federal agents followed Nadia and successfully set a trap which resulted in the arrest of Ursula’s whole team, but they failed to capture Ursula herself, who miraculously escaped. Therefore, Ursula had started a uniform-stealing spree, targeting policewoman and female agents of the law of every kind for the last months, while her friends awaited trial, until she had finally rescued them. The media was unsurprisingly fixated with this story, but the most interesting take on Ursula’s exploits was provided by The Woman of a Thousand of Uniforms, an investigative-journalism podcast who analysed the criminal’s career in depth from its beginning.
That is why Brandy House was so absentminded now: she was intently listening to the most recent episode of the podcast, which reported the third attempt of Ursula’s friends to escape from jail (they had not caught up with current events yet). The brunette detective was genuinely interested on the case, but she also felt a powerful attraction to the idea of uniform-stealing after seeing so many attractive women fall victim to it and experiencing it herself. Brandy’s sharp brain could vividly imagine the already profusely detailed narration of the journalist [The two young and attractive federal attorneys, two slim blondes with perky tits and fit bodies, hogtied with their own pantyhose and gagged with their own lacy panties after having their expensive suits stolen by the criminals they were supposed to interrogate. The two curvy and comely policewomen, a raven-haired Latina and a brunette who wore a ponytail, who found the lawyers but were quickly subdued by Zoe Valdés and Susan Dykinson, the two most veteran and fiercest member of Ursula’s team. Another guard who found her two colleagues by chance, sitting on the floor, restrained with their own handcuffs, gagged with socks and wearing only white cheeky panties and matching bras, and raised the alarm, foiling the escape attempt]. Brandy was so distracted by the images so detailly painted by her gifted brain, that the brunette detective did not realise that she had already entered her apartment and took off her heels for a couple of minutes. Sitting on her bed, staring at her wardrobe, Brandy waited for a commercial break to finally press pause on her phone and to take off her air pods from her ears, caressing her silky, wavy brown hair. Only then she realised that there was something wrong: her wardrobe’s door was ajar and she remembered closing it. She always closed it. It was too late though.
A short, curvy blonde, wearing black leggings and a black hooded-sweater, emerged from her wardrobe and grabbed her. Brandy had started to do martial arts, but the attacker was surprisingly strong. The blonde restrained the brunette detective with one arm while covering her mouth with the other hand. ‘I have a gun, do not make me use it’, the blonde whispered in her ear. ‘Besides, I have a feeling that you will enjoy this as much as I am’, she continued, sensually gnawing the detective’s earlobe. In a matter of seconds, the attacker put a cloth in Brandy’s mouth and, with the speed of lighting, unzipped her red dress, which fell to the floor. The brunette detective was now wearing only a black thong, a black lacy bra and black stockings and garters. Instinctively, she tried to cover her wholesome breasts and her crotch with her hands, but the mysterious blonde proved to be faster and stronger this time too. The attacker grabbed Brandy’s hands, put them behind her back, and quickly started to circle her wrists with rope. Once she finished, the blonde cat some tape and pressed it on the detective’s mouth to keep the cloth in place. Bound and gagged, the brunette was at the mercy of the attacker, who started to fondle her magnificent tits and to grope her round ass. Then, the blonde abruptly stopped and pushed Brandy to the bed. The attacker was right, Brandy did not want to acknowledge it, but she was enjoying this. A lot.
The fact that the attacker had chosen rope as a method of restraint instead of tape or a ziptie revealed to Brandy that she was not in a hurry. This became evident when the blonde started to rummage through her drawers with no haste. Everything seemed off. The curvy blonde did not cover her face, so the brunette detective could appreciate her cute nose, full lips and bright blue eyes. The leggings were also very tight and revealing, so the captured cop could admire the attacker’s rotund ass and trace the lines of the skimpy panties that she was wearing underneath. More oddly, the attacker did not seem very interested in Brandy’s few jewels, but her face brightened when she found the brunette detective’s ‘secret’ drawer, where she kept her vibrators and other sex toys.
With a smirk, the blonde looked at Brandy, waving a wand-vibrator. The attacker then used more tape to frogtie the brunette detective and to attach the vibrator to her crotch. She put it on slow speed and sat next to Brandy, starting to caress her body. ‘Yes, it seemed obvious that the mysterious blonde was not in a hurry’, the detective concluded. However, the game was interrupted by a buzzing.
The attacker did not seem shocked. On the contrary, she looked at Brandy and, feigning surprise, said: ‘I wonder who that could be’. The detective then realised what was the blonde’s plan: she knew that today a couple of policewomen were going to stop by Brandy’s apartment to left her some cases to look at, and she was waiting for them. The blonde slowly climbed down the bed and buzzed the unsuspecting cops into the building, then she walked to the apartment’s door and left it ajar before hiding behind the door of Brandy’s bedroom, wielding a gun.
Sonia Segura, a pretty, curvy Latina with curly black hair and brown eyes, and Stelle Svenson, a short and voluptuous blonde with green eyes, were a bit surprised to find Detective House’s door open, but did not think much of it. After thirty seconds, the two policewomen grew impatient though, so Stelle decided to look for Brandy while her partner waited in the hall. ‘Madam? Are you in the bathroom? Can I come in to the bedroom to leave the files?, the blonde loudly said. After getting no response, she said: ‘Brandy, I do not know what you are doing, but I am coming in’, and stepped into the bedroom.
The blonde cop’s eyes widened when she saw Detective House lying on her bed, bound and gagged in her underwear, but before she could scream, the attacker covered the policewoman’s mouth with a firm grip and poke her back with the gun. Stelle froze and instinctively rose her hands before being dragged behind the door too. Only a few seconds later, Sonia decided to look for her partner. The Latina cop had time to shout ‘Ay, Dios mío’, when she found Detective House in such a compromising situation, but there was not much else she could do. The attacker strongly pushed Stelle towards her partner, making the two policewomen to fall to floor. Pointing her gun at them, the mysterious blonde ordered the defeated cops to stand up and raise their hands, looking at them with a wolfish smile.
The attacker lost no time and ordered Stelle to strip her partner of her clothes. The blonde cop looked at Sonia and said, ‘she has a gun, so we have to do what she says’. The Latina officer stared at her partner in disbelief, surprised of how easy she had submitted to their attacker, but did not resist. Stelle untied Sonia’s black tie and slowly started to unbutton the Latina’s blue shirt, revealing her rotund breasts, hardly contained by a purple lacy bra. After taking off her partner’s shirt, she calmly unzipped her black skirt and peeled it off her legs, showing that the raven-haired cop was wearing cheeky lacy purple panties underneath black pantyhose. The attacker then ordered Sonia to step off her short-heeled black boots and to take off her hat. Finally, she demanded her do a spin, so she could admire her sexy, curvy body. The Latina begrudgingly complied.
After a few seconds, the mysterious blonde looked at Stelle and said: ‘Actually, I think that your uniform is a better fit for me. I am sure that your partner will not mind to undress you this time, so she can return you the favour’. The blonde cop froze, and her face reddened, feeling both ashamed and stupid. Sonia caustically reminded her partner: “She has a gun, so we have to do everything she says”, and started to undress the blonde cop with a smug of satisfaction. The Latina cop repeated her colleague’s process and in a matter of minutes Stelle’s uniform was also piled up on the floor, revealing that the blonde cop was wearing a racy set of underwear, consisting of a red bra and a red thong underneath light-brown pantyhose.
The attacker was not done with the cops yet. ‘I have noticed some kind of animosity floating in the air. This may be the result of some kind of unresolved sexual tension between you two, so I think you should kiss’, she told to the surprised policewomen. Sonia and Stelle looked at each other awkwardly at first, but then they sighed with resignation and started to kiss, timidly at first, but soon things started to escalate. Sonia grabbed Stelle’s ass with both her hands while the blonde cop started to fondle her partner’s big tits. The mysterious blonde then walked to the two policewomen and started to caress their bodies. She also tied their hands with tape behind their backs, but the cops, in the heat of the moment, did not offer any resistance until it was too late: the attacker produced two ballgags which she had found in Brandy’s secret drawer and placed them in the policewomen’s mouths, silencing them and stopping their kissing. Then, she forced them to kneel on the floor, next to the bed, so she could tape her ankles too.
Brandy House witnessed the whole scene without blinking, with a mixture of fascination and arousal. The detective was surprised to see how easily the two cops had been subdued, but she was also grateful because she could now admire her colleagues’ bodies and sexy lingerie. To make things even better, the mysterious blonde had now taken off her clothes as well. Wearing only a pink bra and matching cheeky panties with a cute white ribbon, the attacker looked at Brandy and playfully winked an eye. Then, she went through the cops’ uniforms and selected the clothes which best fit her. She continued to make eye-contact with the detective while she dressed up as a policewoman. Sonia and Stelle muffled through their ballgags, unhappy with the situation, but Brandy could not hide her excitement. Being bound and gagged in her underwear had turned her on, but seeing the mysterious blonde stealing the uniforms of her colleagues was even more thrilling.
The mysterious blonde, now wearing a police uniform, coquettishly looked at herself in the mirror and then checked on her watch. ‘I have some time before I leave, what should we do next?’, she asked to the three bound and gagged women. Without waiting for an answer, she walked towards Sonia and Stelle and spanked her round asses with vigour. ‘I have thought something special for you two, do not worry, but first I would like to pay some attention to the detective. I do not want her to feel left out’, she said to the cops, who wriggled and moaned in protest.
Brandy closed her eyes and held her breath with anticipation before the attacker sensually took off her breasts from the bra’s cups and started to suck her nipples. Then, the blonde’s right hand started to explore the detective most sensitive area. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of ‘London Calling’ erupted from Brandy’s phone. Her boss, Cpt Jeremy London, was calling her.
The brunette detective looked intently at the mysterious blonde and quickly blinked her eyes three times, their agreed signal. The attacker sighed and said: ‘I am sorry ladies, but we have to break character for a few minutes so Brandy can talk to her boss’. Then, she tore the tape from the detective mouth. Panting, Brandy House answered the phone:
- ‘Hi, boss. What’s up?’
- ‘What’s up? Why the fuck it took you so long to answer? Let me guess, you are using your leave of absence to spend more time with that blonde friend of yours, Brenda Watkinson, the sexy and curvy paramedic’.
Brandy and Brenda exchanged worried looks, wondering how much Cpt London knew about their relationship and kinky games, but before the detective could mutter an answer, her boss continued talking:
- It does not matter. Let’s cut to the chase: you have a chance to prove your worth, so everyone forgets about the major fuck-up which was your last case and we are all out of the doghouse. The situation has some eerily similarities with the mystery at the Senator’s house, but I will tell you the few details I know later, when you are on-route. This time, I want to you to have backup, so when Segura or Svenson, I do not know whose turn is this time, comes by your place to bring you this week’s files tell her to drive you to the location I am sending you now.
- ‘Ok, boss. I will do that. Thanks for the chance: I will not fail you this time’, Brandy House answered with resolve.
- ‘By the way, I do not want to know if you are fucking Segura, Svenson or both, but you should tell them to lie when they report back to the precinct, so the register does not show that they spent two hours doing a job which takes five minutes. Actually, I would love to know what you three are doing, but I do not want to be sent to the HR ‘re-education camp’ for two weeks again’ London concluded.
Brandy exchanged embarrassed looks with Sonia and Stelle, but Cpt London hung up before the detective could answer. However, it was Brenda who broke the silence while she started to untie Brandy’s wrists. ‘I am coming with you. I do not want anything bad to happen to you, and I am more useful that these two’, she said, pointing at the bound and gagged policewomen. ‘Besides, I look amazing dressed up as a cop’, she concluded. Sonia and Stelle started to complain, although the ballgags made their words incomprehensible, but Brenda cut their protest short. ‘We all agreed that whoever was bested by the other would be a sub for the rest of the day, so I am your dom today and you have to do whatever I say. Do not worry, I will find a way of keeping you entertained until we come back’. Mortified by their agreement and, especially, by how easily they had been defeated by the blonde paramedic, the two cops begrudgingly nodded in agreement.
Brandy was so amused by the situation that she decided not to intervene. Besides, the prospect of spending an afternoon with Brenda dressed as a cop excited her beyond words. Now free, the detective returned her juicy breasts inside of the bra’s cups, put her red dress back on and grabbed a white blazer from the wardrobe. With a smile on her face, she took her badge and gun as well, delighted to be back on the saddle. Meanwhile, Brenda had not been idle either. The blonde paramedic had used more rope to deftly tie the two cops together so tightly that their breasts were rubbing each other’s. Then she had placed small vibrators in their pussies and blindfolded them, so they could enjoy the experience without distractions. Brandy gave the two bound cops a last glance, wondering what else Brenda had in store for when they came back, and closed her apartment’s door, ready to solve a new case.
The brunette detective had correctly figured out almost everything about the mysterious breaking-in at the Senator’s house except the most important part, who the thief was. The humiliation was completed when the police found her, bound and gagged in her underwear, after the criminal had stolen her clothes to scape. Brandy House had to eat a big piece of humble pie, so she swore to herself that she would not be so cocky next time. Also, she had became obsessed with the idea of uniform-stealing.
Later, Brandy found out that the woman who had fooled her was Nadia Volkanov, the younger sister of the notorious criminal Ursula Volkanov. A special unit of federal agents followed Nadia and successfully set a trap which resulted in the arrest of Ursula’s whole team, but they failed to capture Ursula herself, who miraculously escaped. Therefore, Ursula had started a uniform-stealing spree, targeting policewoman and female agents of the law of every kind for the last months, while her friends awaited trial, until she had finally rescued them. The media was unsurprisingly fixated with this story, but the most interesting take on Ursula’s exploits was provided by The Woman of a Thousand of Uniforms, an investigative-journalism podcast who analysed the criminal’s career in depth from its beginning.
That is why Brandy House was so absentminded now: she was intently listening to the most recent episode of the podcast, which reported the third attempt of Ursula’s friends to escape from jail (they had not caught up with current events yet). The brunette detective was genuinely interested on the case, but she also felt a powerful attraction to the idea of uniform-stealing after seeing so many attractive women fall victim to it and experiencing it herself. Brandy’s sharp brain could vividly imagine the already profusely detailed narration of the journalist [The two young and attractive federal attorneys, two slim blondes with perky tits and fit bodies, hogtied with their own pantyhose and gagged with their own lacy panties after having their expensive suits stolen by the criminals they were supposed to interrogate. The two curvy and comely policewomen, a raven-haired Latina and a brunette who wore a ponytail, who found the lawyers but were quickly subdued by Zoe Valdés and Susan Dykinson, the two most veteran and fiercest member of Ursula’s team. Another guard who found her two colleagues by chance, sitting on the floor, restrained with their own handcuffs, gagged with socks and wearing only white cheeky panties and matching bras, and raised the alarm, foiling the escape attempt]. Brandy was so distracted by the images so detailly painted by her gifted brain, that the brunette detective did not realise that she had already entered her apartment and took off her heels for a couple of minutes. Sitting on her bed, staring at her wardrobe, Brandy waited for a commercial break to finally press pause on her phone and to take off her air pods from her ears, caressing her silky, wavy brown hair. Only then she realised that there was something wrong: her wardrobe’s door was ajar and she remembered closing it. She always closed it. It was too late though.
A short, curvy blonde, wearing black leggings and a black hooded-sweater, emerged from her wardrobe and grabbed her. Brandy had started to do martial arts, but the attacker was surprisingly strong. The blonde restrained the brunette detective with one arm while covering her mouth with the other hand. ‘I have a gun, do not make me use it’, the blonde whispered in her ear. ‘Besides, I have a feeling that you will enjoy this as much as I am’, she continued, sensually gnawing the detective’s earlobe. In a matter of seconds, the attacker put a cloth in Brandy’s mouth and, with the speed of lighting, unzipped her red dress, which fell to the floor. The brunette detective was now wearing only a black thong, a black lacy bra and black stockings and garters. Instinctively, she tried to cover her wholesome breasts and her crotch with her hands, but the mysterious blonde proved to be faster and stronger this time too. The attacker grabbed Brandy’s hands, put them behind her back, and quickly started to circle her wrists with rope. Once she finished, the blonde cat some tape and pressed it on the detective’s mouth to keep the cloth in place. Bound and gagged, the brunette was at the mercy of the attacker, who started to fondle her magnificent tits and to grope her round ass. Then, the blonde abruptly stopped and pushed Brandy to the bed. The attacker was right, Brandy did not want to acknowledge it, but she was enjoying this. A lot.
The fact that the attacker had chosen rope as a method of restraint instead of tape or a ziptie revealed to Brandy that she was not in a hurry. This became evident when the blonde started to rummage through her drawers with no haste. Everything seemed off. The curvy blonde did not cover her face, so the brunette detective could appreciate her cute nose, full lips and bright blue eyes. The leggings were also very tight and revealing, so the captured cop could admire the attacker’s rotund ass and trace the lines of the skimpy panties that she was wearing underneath. More oddly, the attacker did not seem very interested in Brandy’s few jewels, but her face brightened when she found the brunette detective’s ‘secret’ drawer, where she kept her vibrators and other sex toys.
With a smirk, the blonde looked at Brandy, waving a wand-vibrator. The attacker then used more tape to frogtie the brunette detective and to attach the vibrator to her crotch. She put it on slow speed and sat next to Brandy, starting to caress her body. ‘Yes, it seemed obvious that the mysterious blonde was not in a hurry’, the detective concluded. However, the game was interrupted by a buzzing.
The attacker did not seem shocked. On the contrary, she looked at Brandy and, feigning surprise, said: ‘I wonder who that could be’. The detective then realised what was the blonde’s plan: she knew that today a couple of policewomen were going to stop by Brandy’s apartment to left her some cases to look at, and she was waiting for them. The blonde slowly climbed down the bed and buzzed the unsuspecting cops into the building, then she walked to the apartment’s door and left it ajar before hiding behind the door of Brandy’s bedroom, wielding a gun.
Sonia Segura, a pretty, curvy Latina with curly black hair and brown eyes, and Stelle Svenson, a short and voluptuous blonde with green eyes, were a bit surprised to find Detective House’s door open, but did not think much of it. After thirty seconds, the two policewomen grew impatient though, so Stelle decided to look for Brandy while her partner waited in the hall. ‘Madam? Are you in the bathroom? Can I come in to the bedroom to leave the files?, the blonde loudly said. After getting no response, she said: ‘Brandy, I do not know what you are doing, but I am coming in’, and stepped into the bedroom.
The blonde cop’s eyes widened when she saw Detective House lying on her bed, bound and gagged in her underwear, but before she could scream, the attacker covered the policewoman’s mouth with a firm grip and poke her back with the gun. Stelle froze and instinctively rose her hands before being dragged behind the door too. Only a few seconds later, Sonia decided to look for her partner. The Latina cop had time to shout ‘Ay, Dios mío’, when she found Detective House in such a compromising situation, but there was not much else she could do. The attacker strongly pushed Stelle towards her partner, making the two policewomen to fall to floor. Pointing her gun at them, the mysterious blonde ordered the defeated cops to stand up and raise their hands, looking at them with a wolfish smile.
The attacker lost no time and ordered Stelle to strip her partner of her clothes. The blonde cop looked at Sonia and said, ‘she has a gun, so we have to do what she says’. The Latina officer stared at her partner in disbelief, surprised of how easy she had submitted to their attacker, but did not resist. Stelle untied Sonia’s black tie and slowly started to unbutton the Latina’s blue shirt, revealing her rotund breasts, hardly contained by a purple lacy bra. After taking off her partner’s shirt, she calmly unzipped her black skirt and peeled it off her legs, showing that the raven-haired cop was wearing cheeky lacy purple panties underneath black pantyhose. The attacker then ordered Sonia to step off her short-heeled black boots and to take off her hat. Finally, she demanded her do a spin, so she could admire her sexy, curvy body. The Latina begrudgingly complied.
After a few seconds, the mysterious blonde looked at Stelle and said: ‘Actually, I think that your uniform is a better fit for me. I am sure that your partner will not mind to undress you this time, so she can return you the favour’. The blonde cop froze, and her face reddened, feeling both ashamed and stupid. Sonia caustically reminded her partner: “She has a gun, so we have to do everything she says”, and started to undress the blonde cop with a smug of satisfaction. The Latina cop repeated her colleague’s process and in a matter of minutes Stelle’s uniform was also piled up on the floor, revealing that the blonde cop was wearing a racy set of underwear, consisting of a red bra and a red thong underneath light-brown pantyhose.
The attacker was not done with the cops yet. ‘I have noticed some kind of animosity floating in the air. This may be the result of some kind of unresolved sexual tension between you two, so I think you should kiss’, she told to the surprised policewomen. Sonia and Stelle looked at each other awkwardly at first, but then they sighed with resignation and started to kiss, timidly at first, but soon things started to escalate. Sonia grabbed Stelle’s ass with both her hands while the blonde cop started to fondle her partner’s big tits. The mysterious blonde then walked to the two policewomen and started to caress their bodies. She also tied their hands with tape behind their backs, but the cops, in the heat of the moment, did not offer any resistance until it was too late: the attacker produced two ballgags which she had found in Brandy’s secret drawer and placed them in the policewomen’s mouths, silencing them and stopping their kissing. Then, she forced them to kneel on the floor, next to the bed, so she could tape her ankles too.
Brandy House witnessed the whole scene without blinking, with a mixture of fascination and arousal. The detective was surprised to see how easily the two cops had been subdued, but she was also grateful because she could now admire her colleagues’ bodies and sexy lingerie. To make things even better, the mysterious blonde had now taken off her clothes as well. Wearing only a pink bra and matching cheeky panties with a cute white ribbon, the attacker looked at Brandy and playfully winked an eye. Then, she went through the cops’ uniforms and selected the clothes which best fit her. She continued to make eye-contact with the detective while she dressed up as a policewoman. Sonia and Stelle muffled through their ballgags, unhappy with the situation, but Brandy could not hide her excitement. Being bound and gagged in her underwear had turned her on, but seeing the mysterious blonde stealing the uniforms of her colleagues was even more thrilling.
The mysterious blonde, now wearing a police uniform, coquettishly looked at herself in the mirror and then checked on her watch. ‘I have some time before I leave, what should we do next?’, she asked to the three bound and gagged women. Without waiting for an answer, she walked towards Sonia and Stelle and spanked her round asses with vigour. ‘I have thought something special for you two, do not worry, but first I would like to pay some attention to the detective. I do not want her to feel left out’, she said to the cops, who wriggled and moaned in protest.
Brandy closed her eyes and held her breath with anticipation before the attacker sensually took off her breasts from the bra’s cups and started to suck her nipples. Then, the blonde’s right hand started to explore the detective most sensitive area. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of ‘London Calling’ erupted from Brandy’s phone. Her boss, Cpt Jeremy London, was calling her.
The brunette detective looked intently at the mysterious blonde and quickly blinked her eyes three times, their agreed signal. The attacker sighed and said: ‘I am sorry ladies, but we have to break character for a few minutes so Brandy can talk to her boss’. Then, she tore the tape from the detective mouth. Panting, Brandy House answered the phone:
- ‘Hi, boss. What’s up?’
- ‘What’s up? Why the fuck it took you so long to answer? Let me guess, you are using your leave of absence to spend more time with that blonde friend of yours, Brenda Watkinson, the sexy and curvy paramedic’.
Brandy and Brenda exchanged worried looks, wondering how much Cpt London knew about their relationship and kinky games, but before the detective could mutter an answer, her boss continued talking:
- It does not matter. Let’s cut to the chase: you have a chance to prove your worth, so everyone forgets about the major fuck-up which was your last case and we are all out of the doghouse. The situation has some eerily similarities with the mystery at the Senator’s house, but I will tell you the few details I know later, when you are on-route. This time, I want to you to have backup, so when Segura or Svenson, I do not know whose turn is this time, comes by your place to bring you this week’s files tell her to drive you to the location I am sending you now.
- ‘Ok, boss. I will do that. Thanks for the chance: I will not fail you this time’, Brandy House answered with resolve.
- ‘By the way, I do not want to know if you are fucking Segura, Svenson or both, but you should tell them to lie when they report back to the precinct, so the register does not show that they spent two hours doing a job which takes five minutes. Actually, I would love to know what you three are doing, but I do not want to be sent to the HR ‘re-education camp’ for two weeks again’ London concluded.
Brandy exchanged embarrassed looks with Sonia and Stelle, but Cpt London hung up before the detective could answer. However, it was Brenda who broke the silence while she started to untie Brandy’s wrists. ‘I am coming with you. I do not want anything bad to happen to you, and I am more useful that these two’, she said, pointing at the bound and gagged policewomen. ‘Besides, I look amazing dressed up as a cop’, she concluded. Sonia and Stelle started to complain, although the ballgags made their words incomprehensible, but Brenda cut their protest short. ‘We all agreed that whoever was bested by the other would be a sub for the rest of the day, so I am your dom today and you have to do whatever I say. Do not worry, I will find a way of keeping you entertained until we come back’. Mortified by their agreement and, especially, by how easily they had been defeated by the blonde paramedic, the two cops begrudgingly nodded in agreement.
Brandy was so amused by the situation that she decided not to intervene. Besides, the prospect of spending an afternoon with Brenda dressed as a cop excited her beyond words. Now free, the detective returned her juicy breasts inside of the bra’s cups, put her red dress back on and grabbed a white blazer from the wardrobe. With a smile on her face, she took her badge and gun as well, delighted to be back on the saddle. Meanwhile, Brenda had not been idle either. The blonde paramedic had used more rope to deftly tie the two cops together so tightly that their breasts were rubbing each other’s. Then she had placed small vibrators in their pussies and blindfolded them, so they could enjoy the experience without distractions. Brandy gave the two bound cops a last glance, wondering what else Brenda had in store for when they came back, and closed her apartment’s door, ready to solve a new case.