At home for Christmas break last year, Laurel had attended a party and met her old boyfriend again. The spark was rekindled for one magic night, and the beautiful young redhead's virginity had terminated in the back of his car in a wonderful, deliciously evil and sensual session of passionate, rapid fucking!
"How the fuck should I know where we'll get the damned girl?" the captain's voice cut into Laurel's hot thoughts. "Any of you bastards got a good looking sister you want to contribute to the cause?"
There was a round of laughter once more, but no one spoke up with a serious suggestion. Laurel squeezed her thighs together and felt the juicy heat her old boyfriend's memory had stirred in her cunt.
She had steered clear of sex since that night, afraid of her unleashed desires, but the beer and her thoughts about that night and her unabashed infatuation for Dean was setting off crazy, unexplainable flashes of lust within the usually demure dispatcher.
He's going to do it to that girl! Laurel thought jealously, her pussy creaming even more at the thought of Dean – her Dean, as she always thought of him – in bed, blatantly doing it to another girl, just for the good of the department. She wriggled nervously in her seat and slugged down half of another beer.
"Wha… What about me, Captain?" Laurel found herself blurting.
"Huh?"
Laurel felt all of the men's eyes boring into her. She realized from their blank expressions that she had mumbled her question so quickly that no one had understood her.
"Wha… what about me?" Laurel said again, slowly, her face coloring as she enunciated the obscene proposal. "I-I mean, I'm not bad looking! I've got a pretty good build…! And I bet I'd get a promotion if this works, right?"
The full realization, of what the delicious strawberry blonde was offering dawned slowly on the senior officer. A large, satisfied, slightly leering grin spread across the captain's craggy face.
"You, my dear, look to be perfect!" be said, glancing at the young dispatcher with growing lust. "You look like you could give a corpse a stiff one!"
The captain turned to his men. "You, get back to the station. Pick up lights, a surveillance camera, film, and the works! You, go rent us a room out at the Jolly Road Inn – real private, if you know what's good for you! And you two, come with me!"
The senior officer was pointing at Laurel and Dean. He got up on wobbly feet and staggered for the door, stopping at the door to buy a quart of whiskey and another case of beer.
"Liquid courage, children, for all of us!" He winked at Dean and Laurel and led them out into the parking lot to his car.
Laurel belted down another beer and a shot of bourbon on the way to the motel. She kept asking herself how the hell a nice girl like her had ever gotten into this mess, but, she had no answers. Dean slipped his arm around her shoulders on the way, and it helped a little to still her growing panic.
The motel was dingy, a cabin-like affair that must have dated from the forties or early fifties. The captain went up an alley and stopped at the last room, near another unmarked car. Lucenta, the cop they dispatched to get the room, met them at the door with keys.
"It's set," he told them. "No one will bother us for any reason short of World War Three!"
They went inside. The room was small and ugly, with old, yellowed curtains, worn carpet, and a bed that sagged in the middle from years of use.
Another car pulled up outside, and Lucenta went out to help the other two men unload the camera equipment. They toted a pile of lights, film cans, a tripod, and cameras inside.
"Well, honey, why don't you get out of your clothes while they're setting up?" the captain asked Laurel gently, in an almost fatherly tone. "We may as well see if you've got a build good enough to bother setting up all this crap for. I mean, you look great in the uniform, but you never can tell, really, what a girl looks like in the nude… until you see her in the nude."
Lauren gulped. She grabbed the whiskey bottle away from Dean and swigged down a good sized mouthful of the warm liquid. Then she nodded and began unbuttoning her green uniform shirt as the men pretended to go about their tasks while ogling her out of the corners of their eyes.
The creamy fullness of Laurel's slowly revealed cleavage drew a sigh from Dean as the frightened girl undid the buttons along the front of her shirt. Laurel pulled the shirttails out and shucked the clinging garment off. Her big tits bounced awesomely within the confines of her tight bra as she threw the shirt on a chair.
Laurel looked around the room, feeling every eye in the place was now unabashedly focused on her half-stripped form. She was right. All of the men had given up any pretext of toying with their equipment and were now staring at her voluptuous young body.
Wanting to crawl away somewhere and quietly die of embarrassment, Laurel postponed the inevitable by unzipping her pants and unbuckling her belt next, instead of undoing her bra. The men grinned in silent, horny appreciation as the stunning redhead wriggled out of her uniform pants and kicked off her shoes. She took off her ankle stockings and stood before them, shaking, in her panties and bra.
Oh, Jesus, help me! Laurel told herself as she reached behind the bra and undid the straps. The size of the girl's huge breasts created a tension on the flimsy supporter that made it nearly explodes away from her knockers as the restraints were suddenly loosened.
"Holy Mary! Look at those tits!" the captain, yelled in drunken admiration as the redheaded dispatcher's monumental breasts bobbled into view.
Turning instantly scarlet, Laurel slid the panties down her long, tapered legs and kicked them away. There was only time for the assembled men to glimpse her fiery red bush and tiny pink slit before she bolted to the bed, jerked back the covers and dove in under them.
Dean grinned and walked over to the bed. His cock was obviously hard and ready beneath his trousers as he bent down and took the covers in his hands.
"This is a picture, baby!" he said gently. "How can they film you and I together with all this in the way?"
With that, the good looking cop yanked the covers out of Laurel's trembling hands and tore them clear off the bed, leaving the naked girl shaking and defenseless in the middle of the bed. Dean looked at her perfect, superbly rounded body and began removing his clothing in fumbling haste.
"Oh, shit! This had got to be the best assignment this crummy department has ever given me!" he chortled. "Get ready, sweetheart, cause here it comes!"
CHAPTER TWO
Laurel jumped nervously as the big lights came on and Dean's pants crumpled to the floor. Dean tore off his tee shirt and bent to remove his shoes and socks. Laurel's breath caught in her throat as she saw the man's huge arms and chest, and he wished that they were alone – and in love – in this lousy hotel room, instead of involved in this tawdry mess.
But the circumstances didn't seem to bother Dean in the least, now that he was taking off his clothes, now that he had seen Laurel in the nude. He removed the last of his clothing, except for his shoes, and stood up, his prick inflated to mammoth proportions beneath the thin material.
"Those cameras and lights all ready?" Dean asked the other guys as he approached the bed again.
"Man, we're fuckin' ready if you are!" Lucenta said, his eyes bright with lust.
"Oh, yeah! I'm definitely ready!" Dean assured them all, suddenly dropping his shorts.
"Ohhhhh! God!" Laurel gasped as she saw it.
Dean's cock was a monster! Laurel nearly passed out as she measured the size of the huge hunk of manhood mentally and compared it to her ex-boyfriend's rather regular sized, unspectacular prick – the only man-flesh that had ever penetrated her pussy. She shuddered as she thought of Dean's meaty staff entering her and pinning her to the bed like a moth on a display board. All these men watching it made it even worse, and the idea of other men – porno pushing criminals – seeing it later, on film, made Laurel draw up into a defensive little ball in the center of the bed.