Sam was waiting outside the bar while Jordan and Bambi went inside to hopefully retrieve by the medallion. She at first didn’t notice when a police car went past, but when it stopped then backed to where she was standing, it gained her attention.
The window wound down and the driver called out “Bambi! Get over here!”
It took a moment for Sam to realise the man was talking to her as she was currently occupying Bambi’s body. She approached the car tentatively. Sure enough the driver was a policeman. Sam recognised him as the cop from the boat the previous day when he was investigating the disappearance of Marcia.
“Hi” she addressed the man and gave him what she hoped was a smile. “Am I doing something wrong?”
“Why are you hanging around here? Isn’t it a bit early in the day for you?”
“Uhmm… Just waiting for some friends. They have gone inside to look for something left in the bar last night”
“Jump in the car. We need to have our weekly meeting”
“But my friends are still inside”
“In the car Bambi” the officer spoke with an authoritative tone.
Sam glanced at the door to the bar. There was no sign of the real Bambi or Jordan. She didn’t want to defy a cop. She had already had too many run ins with the law. Reluctantly she opened the passenger front seat door and got into the cop car.
The policeman was looking at her cleavage. All of Bambi’s clothes displayed her abundant cleavage. “Err.. What can I do for you officer?”
“Shut the door and put your seatbelt on” the officer sounded a bit annoyed. Was Bambi some sort of informer? Did the officer think she was going to divulge some great insight about the Barracuda Beach underworld? She did as she was told. Her breasts got in the way of the seatbelt.
The cop didn’t say anymore but drove off as soon as Sam was belted up. Sam found herself driven to the outskirts of town. The officer parked the car within a dense grove of trees near the creek. He then undid his own seatbelt, before undoing his fly and releasing a medium sized, very pink circumcised penis. He then looked at Sam expectantly.
Sam didn’t know what to do. She sat there looking at the aforementioned appendage. It was erect.
The policeman looked annoyed once more “Well do your stuff! I have a schedule to keep!”
Only then did it dawn on Sam what the policeman was expecting. She recalled Bella saying that this particular officer was ‘A friend’. Now she knew why. But the question remained. Was the officer expecting a hand job or a blow job? Was this Bambi’s way of keeping the local police friendly?
Over the last week Sam had gained experience in all sorts of sexual encounters. On the boat she had used her tongue to revive flagging dicks. The experience had not been as unpleasant as she might have imagined. She was in a hooker’s body. She didn’t want to get into any more trouble. She guessed she had no choice but to comply. “What would you like today Officer?”
“Put that tongue of yours to work Bambi”
Sam released her own seatbelt, leant over and complied.