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11. Arrested

10. Clubbing

9. Playing pool

8. 150 Pounds

7. Just like a girl

6. Jon's ID

5. Blank Card

4. The Oddest Dream

3. Jon sleeps on it.

2. A wish for something interesti

1. You Are What You Wish

Things get worse on the way to the cells

on 2015-07-24 22:42:25

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Jenny walked for an hour, it was still early but people were waking up and going about their business, she heard a siren behind her, looking over her shoulder she saw a cop car. She stopped walking an a policeman walked up beside her. "excuse me miss, we don't see many white women in this area, do you have any ID?" He asked looking her up and down sceptically making assumptions.

Jenny looked at his dark brown eyes, then followed his firm chiseled dark brown face down past his beard to his broad chest and down to his package, involuntarily licking her lips. The officer shook his head and put his hand on his cuffs ready. "Only this" Jennifer said pulling the card from her cleavage, "Please, I don't mean any trouble, I just want to go home" Jennifer said handing the card over.

The officer looked at it and giggled, "Any real ID?" He asked. "sorry no I don't have anything else with me." Jenny replied. "Look miss, we get prostitutes like you round here all the time, you cannot walk round dressed like that with sperm stains on your face this time of the morning and not expect to get picked up, I'm afraid I am going to have to arrest you on suspecting of solicitation, anything you say will be held against you in a court of law" he spun Jenny round and cuffed her, she couldn't help but cry as he led her back to the car. Putting her in the back he handed the ID to his partner an attractive black woman sat in the drivers seat.

Name: Jennifer "Jenny or Hotlips" Gibson
Sex: Female
Upbringing: Girly
Sexuality: Heterosexual (High labido) only attracted to black guys.
Personality: Slutty, submissive
Intelligence: Low
Profession: Prostitute
Addictions: Alcohol, Sex
Age: 21
Hair Color/Length: Brown/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 8 St
Body Type: Average (exaggerated Hourglass), Large lips, tight pussy
Cup Size: H
Nipples: Constantly erect

"Wow, talk about advertising, I bet she gets loads of buissiness with this card, they must be cueing up round the block" the woman laughed handing the card back. Starting the engine and pulling away, she looked at the hot mess on the back seat, what a stuck up bitch she thought. "I know right, she couldn't be more of a stereotype, big fake tits and collagen lip implants, stupid porn name everyone knows her by, let's just get her in a nice cell and let a judge decide what to do with her." Her partner replied.

Hotlips gasped as her lips felt funny kid of fuller, she felt them and gasped at the size, her breast also felt odd, she prodded one experimentally, it didn't feel the same, it was firmer then any breast she had felt before, which wasn't many though. "Can I have the card back please" she asked, her voice sounded funny and she struggled especially with the th sound. "I am sure you have plenty! this is evidence, now you have the right to remain silent and I suggest you do" the officer said as they drove on.

Hotlips felt an odd pricking in her cleavage, she looked down at the white pile of cards hanging over her breasts and pulled one out with her teeth, they all fell out onto her lap, looking at one she read.

Name: born Jennifer Gibson, now goes by Hotlips
Sex: Female
Upbringing: Girly
Sexuality: Heterosexual (High labido) only attracted to black guys.
Personality: Slutty, submissive
Intelligence: Low
Profession: Prostitute
Addictions: Alcohol, Sex
Age: 21
Hair Color/Length: Brown/15 Inches
Eye: Blue
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 8 St
Body Type: Average (exaggerated Hourglass), Large lips (Enhanced Collagen implants), tight pussy
Cup Size: H (Enhanced Polypropylene implants)
Nipples: Constantly erect
Impairment: inability to speak.

Reading the last one made Hotlips eyes widen, "..." She tried to speak, but nothing.

They arrived at the station, the officers sighed and collected the card when they got in, they bagged all the cards and made her strip and shower then provided her with a orange jumpsuit. "She hasn't said a word in hours, but she can speak I've heard her" said an officer. "..." Hotlips tried hopefully, then realised the cards had been filed away somewhere. What next she wondered, a last ditch phone call would be no good now.




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