Stacey had exposed herself, ripping the buttons off of the blouse she wore and kicking off her skirt. clothes as her hormones got the better of her. Her bra was white, she had a nice pair of tits. They bulged into her bra, pushing the cups away from her chest and showing deep cleavage. Stacey wore a white thong. Lacy stockings traveled from half way down her calves to her pink heels.
The orbs of her boobies wobbled as she staggered back from her fellow agents.
"I can explain-"
A thumb and forefinger exposed her right tit, under the bra, and twisted it. Stacey had nipples harder than ice cutters, she feared that they would rip through what little clothing remainded. She grunted almost like a man as she thrust her hips forward. Charlene could see that the male agents, and some women, started getting hard or moist depending on their gender.
Stacey felt her climax building, she knew that this woman was potentially the criminal she was hunting. However s/he was fucking the desire to do the right thing out of her mind. The delicate hands exposed her C cup tits and nipples were like school erasers, small but very hard. Stacey twisted her head to kiss this mystery woman on the lips. Charlene obliged her current lover, by tugging her nipples hard. Stacey gave an animistic like grunt, like bull fucking a cow.
Her hand tracing down the firm abs between her tits and her pussy. Charlene put a finger into the other woman's pussy. Just a finger and the grunting became even more brutal as Stacey's tits wobbled out of her bra. She felt her clit engorge with blood, this bitch was better than any dildo. She knew that she was doing it wrong, she knew that she the folds of her vagina were being widened.
Stacey bit her bottom lip, trying to keep her building orgasm inside her. Charlene's hands spread Stacey's legs even wider as she pushed in three fingers.
"Ugh!" Stacey cried, she was bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Charlene's free hand pinched her ice cutter nipples. Charlene pushed her fingers further into Stacey's pussy. Stacey leaned forward in response to the extra fingers in her vagina. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her tits wobbled, jiggled and bounced in the air as Stacey was brought to the point of orgasm. She let out cry of "oh god, oh jesus, oh fuck". Then a high pitched scream of pleasure as her orgasm hit her like a taser, it went straight to her brain as hormones were released and exploded inside her head.
Her career ended it that moment. The FBI agents might have enjoyed the show, and they had seen some weird shit, but not to a fellow agent. Special Agent Stacey Matthews was putting on a live sex show were she had a starring role. Charlie, as Charlene, had fucked her more than psychically, she had fucked her mentally. Stacey was sobering up realizing that this mysterious woman hadn't just fucked her body but had also fucked her in
front of her co-workers. Even if she kept her job the rumor mill would keep alive her public shame.
Charlene started crying.
"She put her gun in my mouth" she sobbed "and-and told me that I was her bitch and I had to do what she told me to do."
"That BITCH is lying!"
Stacey remember there was a new disguise out there that allowed men to turn into women and back. Somewhere in Mexico or Colombia they were chasing a narco who tricked them by becoming a woman. They had gotten in female to do a pat search and confirmed she was really a woman, but the investigator was suspicious and decided to lock the woman up for 24 hours, 17 hours in she turned into the man they wanted.
"I won't lie, I am bisexual and this is probably the end of my career with the Bureau but we need to hold this woman. It is Charles Bunt, we need to detain this woman for at least 12 hours to see if she changes back..."
Her supervisor was religious and happily married. His marriage meant that he could walk up to Stacey and maintain eye contact during any conversation.
"You are telling us that but we can't hold her on federal charges, what you two were doing is a matter for the Chicago PD. Not the FBI."
"But sir you have to agree that this is really odd-"
"Agreed but (he pointed at the sobbing dark skinned woman) she has rights as you know damn well. I can't arrest her on your suspicion especially when you just put on a live sex school. The same crimes that she has committed are nothing compared to what you have done."
Charlene was being escorted away by the other agents, someone found an overcoat for her. A blanket and she was handed over to the CPD. She was asked to give a statement but she noticed the hair on her right arm was growing thick and she had minutes before she became Charlene again.