“Stop, police!” I shouted as the blonde in a tight latex dress turned around and struck a pose.
“Like, nuh ugh! giggle” she cried out before dropping the spray paint can and bolting surprisingly quickly to her left.
“Shit! We’ve got a running!” my partner shouted out and gave chase, “Call it in! I’ve got her!”
“Wait! You know protocol!” I shouted after her as she ran after the blonde.
I slumped my shoulders and shrugged… sometimes having Justine as a partner was great… sometimes not so much.
The plucky brunette was eager and headstrong to prove herself, and that sometimes made her make rash decisions.
Instead of chasing after her, which seemed pointless as either Justine would catch the blonde and bring her back, or the blonde would escape and Justine would come back, I walked over to the spray paint can and bagged it as evidence.
Then, with my phone camera, took several shots of the scene, and the graffiti.
By the time I was finishing up, Justine return, out of breath and looking a little dazed.
“What happened, did she get away?” I asked.
Justine smoothed out her hair and straighted her cap, “Ugh… yeah… got away… I guess.” she replied and then shook her head as if she was trying to clear the cobwebs.
I sighed, “Damn, more paperwork then I guess.”
For the rest of the night’s patrol, Justine seemed out of sorts, but I just wrote it off to losing a foot chase to a perp and left it alone.
I drove my patrol car down the quiet street with a frown on my face.
It had been a week since the encounter with the blonde and Justine had called out sick the next day, leaving me with a rookie trainee tagging along and getting in the way.
Though that wasn’t the reason for my frown.
No that was because of the events taking place around the city.
More and more graffiti had appeared, at first no one had knowing what the “#BNT” hashtag had meant, it wasn’t in any social media feeds at first, but eventually it started showing up in dark web sites, before hitting the mainstream.
Bimbos Never Think.
Just as more graffiti had appeared around the city, more drop dead gorgeous women in tight clothing had as well, along with reports of women abandoning their friends and family.
It was all very unusual, just as was Justine being off “sick”.
I pulled parked in front of her house and headed up the driveway, her car sitting there with a light dusting of dirt over it, like it hadden been driven in days.
I approached her front door and was going to knock, when I noticed it was ajar. A quick rap of my knuckled on the wood pushed it open the rest of the way and I half stepped inside.
“Justine? It’s Gary.” I called out to the quiet home.
“Justine?!?” I said louder this time as I stepped into the main foyer.
“Gary?” a small voice sounded from upstairs.
“Justine?” I called back.
“Oh thank god! Can you please come up here… I need your help!” the voice that didn’t seem quite right replied.
I made my way upstairs cautiously, my police training keeping me alert and aware of my surroundings.
“Justine…where are you?” I said, this time not as loudly.
“In the bedroom…” came the reply and I moved quickly but carefully to the bedroom door from which the voice had called out.
I pushed it open and my jaw almost hit the floor.
There, on the carefully made bed, sat Justine… or at least some teenage fantasy of her.
“Justine!” I cried out, “What are you wearing and what happened to you?!?”
Justine smiled and gave her tits a shake before a giggle escaped her lips, “Like, it was the only thing that fit now… giggle“
The stunning logic of the statement left me speechless for a moment, giving her time to continue before I could get her to answer the second half of my question.
“Gary, will you help me? I reeeeally need your help Gary…” Justine almost whined as she pushed off the bed and walked over to me.
“He… help? What kind of help…” I stuttered, my dick suddenly standing at full attention without my concent.
She arrived right in front of me and placed her hand on my chest before biting her lower lip and looking down at the tent in my pants.
“Ooooo… I think you know what kind of help… giggle” she said and then dropped to her knees and got my dick out of my pants faster than I thought possible.
“Justine… no… we can’t…” I said weakly, trying to rebuff her advance, but she was too fast.
Before I could make a more forceful denial, she not only had my dick out, she had her top off and her tits wrapped around it.
“Awwww… come on Gary… doesn’t it feel good to titty fuck me? giggle” she asked with the biggest smile on her lips.
“It’s gonna make it all nice and hard for me to suck on giggle and then even harder so you can stick it in my tight little pussy!”
“Oh god, your big hard cock is gonna feel soooooo good in my couchie! giggle“
I let out a moan as my head fell backwards slightly, I wasn’t sure what was going on, but her tits wrapped around my dick felt like the best sex of my life and I couldn’t beleive I hadn’t sprayed my jizz all over her tits yet.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as her lips enveloped my dick and she started sucking like her life depended upon it.
I looked down at her bobbing head, her shaking tits, her wiggling ass, and managed to get just the tiniest bit of control over myself and looked around the room for any kind of escape.
My eyes hit the mirror above the dresser at the end of the bed and I knew there was no escape.
There, scrawled across the mirror in bright red lipstick was #BNT.
