This choice: Go after Kim like she said • Go Back...Chapter #5Go after Kim like she said by: imphic   Amy was a professional, but she was also proud. She was determined to keep her word to Officer Nishikawa.
Amy quickly studied a layout of the building and glanced at the clock. Given the briefness of the interrogation and it being the top of the hour, Kim had probably gone on a short break. With the stealth and speed of a hungry panther, Amy dashed to the evidence room to recover her tools of the trade.
"Here, birdie, birdie," Amy said as she then bounded for the breakroom.
Kim was still a little rattled from speaking with Amy and was trying to calm herself by reading the news bulletin. There was going to be a retirement party for Captain Maria in the morning. At noon there was sexual harassment training.
"Like those ever do any good," Kim muttered cynically. As a fit and comely twenty-something Asian-American woman, she had grown tired of some of her colleagues idea of acceptable remarks, jokes, and boundaries. Professional misconduct, Kim mused.
Finally, a big press conference about catching the cat burglar. Maybe when another officer comes in morning we could try good cop/bad cop. Amy might be too clever for that, but she hasn't asked for a lawyer yet. If she--
Kim never finished that thought. Kim reflexively started to turn to the sound of footsteps. Amy, moving with the speed of Quicksilver, sprayed her homemade knockout gas in Kim's face.
"Fu--" Kim began before she was out. Amy, not being the violent type, caught the Amy's falling body and set it down.
"Fun times ahead? Yes, I agree Officer Kim," Amy quipped and in short order had Kim stripped down her her undergarments.
"You have lovely skin and a nice build, Officer Kim. But it doesn't entirely match mine." Amy aws fully naked and struggling with Kim's pants being too long in the leg and too tight in the seat. The belt secured them enough and gave her an officer's tools in addition to her cat burgling bag. The shirt was little better; Amy's round, sizable breasts fought against the fabric more than Kim's perky C cups ever had.
Ever image-conscious, Amy glanced in the mirror. She loved the sex appeal her skin tight catsuit gave her, but in Kim's butt-hugging trousers and near button-bursting top she looked like she was going to be a stripper at some loser's bachelor party. She half-frowned in response. She would have given a full-frown had she been on her game enough to notice the small security cameras in the corner of the breakroom that fixed on movement and recorded her as a stripper for posterity.
Amy looked at the unconscious Kim like she was the one who had pranked her. "Now," Amy said as she played with Kim's handcuffs, "what else to do with you?" As she swung them around, her left boob popped out, revealing a small, pink nipple.
"Damn," she cursed as she adjusted it back into the top with allowance for great cleavage. "I'm glad no one saw that."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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