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Archive name: mistaken.txt (MF, exh, reluc, mast, prost)
Authors name: Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)
Story title : Deputy Duffy: Mistaken Identity

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Deputy Duffy's Mistaken Identity (MF, exh, reluc, mast)
by Deputy Duffy (stonedog99_1999@yahoo.com)

***

There had been some reports of prostitutes setting up 
shop at our local ski resorts. Now personally I really 
have no problem with a woman selling her services, but 
the law is the law, and it's my job to enforce it. 

***

There had been some reports of prostitutes setting up 
shop at our local ski resorts. Now personally I really 
have no problem with a woman selling her services, but 
the law is the law, and it's my job to enforce it. 

It was a cold Friday night in late February when Deputy 
Jefferson and myself set up a little sting. It was pretty 
simple. He was in plain clothes and would approach some 
women, sitting at the bar, eventually offering them money 
for sex. When an offer was accepted, he would give me the 
signal, and I would move in and make the arrest. 

It worked out well as we collared four women, two 
brunettes and two blondes in our first night. We loaded 
them into the Police Van and headed back to the station. 

Back at the station, we herded them into the front 
office. We handcuffed them to a bench and Deputy 
Jefferson drew the short straw and did the paperwork, 
while I would get the privilege of processing them, 
before putting them in the holding cell. Honestly, we 
were probably just going to hold them for a few hours and 
then let them go, with a simple warning, as we really 
didn't really want to waste the courts time and money 
with them. 

My father, I mean, the Sheriff, came out and said he was 
a little bored, so his eyes lit up when he spotted the 
women. He quickly un-cuffed the two brunettes and led 
them into his office. I could only wonder if they knew 
what they were in for.

I smiled noticing that he left me the two blondes. What a 
guy! Although I strip-searched the first blonde. She 
wasn't anything special. In fact I think she liked it 
more than I did. She even told me she could and would 
suck the socks off of me, as I put her in the holding 
cell, but I had more work to do.

I led the second blonde into the processing room. She was 
professing her innocents, but I wasn't really listening, 
instead I just couldn't get over how much she looked like 
Danni Ash. If you don't know who Danni is, think blonde, 
huge breasts. 

"Please sir, this is a case of mistaken identity. Really 
I was just having a cocktail," she cried. 

I have to say, I really liked the way she said, 
(cocktail.) 

"Please Miss, tell it to the judge," I just love saying 
that. 

After she pleaded her case some more, she probably got 
tired of staring at my blank expression, so she finally 
moved on. 

"What is this room for? I thought you had bars on your 
cells?" She mumbled. 

"Well this is the room that we search suspects in before 
we put them into the holding cell, which your right has 
bars and everything," I said a little wisely. 

"Hey don't treat me like I'm a dummy cause I have blonde 
hair," she hissed. 

"My bad," I said with a little laugh, thinking she should 
have said big boobs.

"Plus you already searched me before you put me in the 
van," she said, quickly flashing me a dirty look. 

"That was just a quick pat down," I managed before being 
cut off. 

"It wasn't that quick," she barked. 

"This one is more thorough, we have to search for 
contraband," I managed, and I knew she was right. 

"Really, sounds like you just wanna put your hands on me 
again," she hissed. 

Should couldn't have been more correct. I enjoyed her 
womanly curves the first time, but I yearned for more. I 
stepped back to examine her outfit. She was dressed in a 
nice button down, fuzzy pink, sweater with a couple of 
the buttons undone, which gave the viewer a nice dose of 
cleavage. She also had nice lower curves that she showed 
off with a sexy black skirt. Her long legs covered with 
some white lacy stockings. Her sexy outfit was rounded 
off with a pair of black, ankle high, spiked boots. 

"Enjoying yourself," she hissed probably growing tired of 
me mentally stripping off her clothes. I also grew tired, 
or just a little impatient, either way I decided it was 
time to start the real one. 

"You can start by unbuttoning that sweater," I said as 
calmly as I could. 

"What?" She cried, as she threw her hands up in front of 
her chest. "Oh right, you just wanna see my boobs." 

"Not really. I just want to make sure you're not hiding 
anything in there," I said, as my nose grew, or maybe it 
wasn't my nose. 

"Couldn't you tell when you frisked me earlier?" She 
moaned. "You certainly spent enough time there." 

"There was a great deal to search," I shot back with. 

"Funny, like I haven't heard jokes about the size of my 
boobs before," she said and then she surprised me by 
slowly unbuttoning her blouse, as I thought she was going 
to put up more of a fight, and she didn't even ask for a 
female deputy. 

"Ok, hold the sweater open when you're done," I managed. 

She slowly complied. "Oh this is a nice pose," she said 
wisely. 

"Hey I was thinking the same thing," I said, as I admired 
her huge breasts, incased in a baby blue bra that seemed 
like it was ready to burst. 

"Ok now I'll take the sweater," I said. 

She took it off and handed it to me. "You know all men 
are pigs," she moaned as I hung her sweater on the 
clothes hook, which hung from the cement wall. 

"Really I'm glad you pointed that out to me. I thought it 
was only us cops," I said rather wisely, while she just 
stuck her tongue out at me quickly. 

"The skirt next," was my next order. 

From the surprised look on her face, I figured she 
thought her bra would be next, but I had to say they had 
a real erotic look, stuffed in their sexy holding place, 
as she slid her skirt down. She revealed her matching, 
baby blue panties, and garter-belt which was holding up 
her white stockings, to my eyes. After a quick look, I 
quickly hung the skirt up. 

"See I'm clean," she said probably hoping the search was 
over. 

"Please take off the stockings and garter belt," I said, 
as there was no chance of that. 

"Oh yah like I'm hiding an ak-57 in my socks," she 
mumbled as she leaned forward and rolled her left sock 
down. 

"47," I said with a smirk. 

"What?" she said looking up at me with her glowing green 
eyes. 

"AK-47," I said with a sly smile on my face, enjoying the 
frisky banter. 

"Whatever, you know I'm not hiding anything," she said as 
she started rolling down her right sock. I was just 
amazed that her bra was able to withstand the pressure 
being applied to it, as her breasts jiggled lewdly, 
fighting for their freedom. 

"I know nothing, nothing!" I said in my best Sergeant 
Shultz impression. 

I don't know if it was my bad impression or the fact that 
she was handing over her garter belt and stockings, but 
she flashed me the dirtiest of looks. I simply hung up 
her stuff, while she stood defiantly with her hands on 
her hips. She was now in the (what the fuck you want 
next) pose. I stood in front of her, taking one last look 
at her, in her delicates.

"Lose the bra," I barked. Women always love that line, 
although I did leave out the (bitch) tag, at the end of 
the sentence. I thought that might be a little too much. 

"Why you little pervert," she snorted, as she somehow 
reached around her back and unhooked her bra's latch. If 
I live to a hundred I will never figure out how they do 
that. She slid the straps off her shoulders, but kept the 
material pressed against her chest. 

"Well," I hissed. 

"I just wanted to hear you beg a little," she purred. 

"Are they worth begging for?" I purred back. 

"You tell me," she said as she handed me her bra, which I 
hung up before taking a peek. When I did, I must admit 
they were pretty spectacular. Her breasts were full and 
they hung low, but not obscenely so. She had fair skin, 
with just the hint of light blue veins visible. Her large 
pink nipples and areola topped off a completely erotic 
set of breasts that any woman, with a strong back, would 
be proud of. 

"You can put your eyes back in your head," she hissed as 
she was standing with her hands on her hips again, as if 
almost daring me. 

"The panties please," I managed, taking the bait. 

"Oh but of course," she said wisely, as she rolled her 
panties down, her breasts swaying with every movement. 

"Enjoy the show," she hissed as she handed them to me as 
well. 

"Just doing my job Ma'am," I said in my best cop voice 
and that's my second favorite thing to say.

"Right, nice excuse. What's next? You got it all," she 
hissed, as she used her hands to cover her privates. 

"Well, we have to take a few pictures for our records," I 
said taking the Polaroid out of the table's draw. 

"What?" She cried. "Why do you have to do that?" 

"We do that for all our prostitutes," I said with a 
smile. 

"But I'm," 

"I know, your innocent," I interrupted her. 

"Well yah, but what I was going to say was, but I'm 
naked," she sputtered. 

"Yes you are," I said proudly. "We document the face with 
the body because it's easy to change your face, but a 
little harder to change the body." 

"You can't be serious; you want me to pose naked for you, 
like a Playboy Bunny," She hissed. 

"Look I'm not a Playboy Photographer. I only have this 
little Polaroid camera, just a few standard shots that 
stay in your file," I hissed, enjoying seeing her finally 
squirm, before I clicked off the first picture. 

"Hey I wasn't ready!" She cried out. 

"Ok we will start with a headshot," I said, the camera to 
my eyes. "Are you ready now?" 

I snapped off the picture. She even managed a light smile 
as she did when I took one of her profile. When she 
turned back around, I snapped a close up picture of her 
great tits. 

"Hey stop that!" she cried. "That can't be right." 

"I need a picture of your face and your bosom," I said as 
I held up the camera. "Good, but can you hold up your 
breasts with your hands." 

"What?" She snapped. 

"I'm having trouble fitting them both in the shot," I 
said with a smile. 

"Ah good one," she hissed, but surprisingly complied with 
the order, as she did when I snapped one of her squeezing 
her breasts together. I had her turn around and snapped a 
couple of shots of her full ass, which didn't make her 
real happy. I must say however I was really enjoying 
myself now. I had never implemented the camera procedure 
thingie before. It was a new toy from my dad. Me being 
me, I just had to see how far I could push it. 

"Ma'am could you hop on the table? Just a few more 
shots," I barked. 

She looked at me with a sly grin on her face, as she 
climbed on the table. "Are you really going to put me 
behind bars now?" 

"On all fours," I barked, ignoring her question. 

"But of course, master," she purred. 

I almost forgot about the camera as I walked around the 
table that was in the center of the room, so I could take 
in the erotic image she presented, from every side. Her 
pose was absolutely breathtaking, as I snapped pictures 
from the front and the two sides. Her breasts looked even 
more amazing hanging from her chest in this position. I 
was now standing in back of her, staring at her ass, 
again yearning for more.

"Could you spread your knees apart for me?" I mumbled. 

She looked over her shoulder and smacked her lips. I 
figured I had just hit her limit. 

"Only if I can see the pictures when we're done?" she 
oozed. 

"I guess," I managed, a little taken back by the request, 
but at that moment not really in the right frame of mind 
to analyze it, as I watched her legs spread.

I snapped off several shots before reloading the camera 
and also reloading the oxygen in my lungs. Her back view 
provided me with a glorious site. She had a full round 
ass, but it was solid, no cottage cheese here. Her pussy 
was shaved clean; her lips long and fanned out, like two 
rose petals. I noticed that she obviously showed signs of 
sexual excitement. I also noticed her anus was pink and 
tight. This woman was just built for pleasure.

I fumbled with the film, before returning to her 
backside. I figured I had already broke the decency line, 
so I figured why not smash it all together. 

"Ma'am could you lean forward and rest your shoulders on 
the table and then reach back and spread your ass 
checks," I moaned. 

"Oh my you are a dirty boy," she purred, but I watched as 
she somewhat surprisingly complied. 

"Just need proof that you were indeed free of contraband, 
ma'am," I said, my voice trailing off, trying to at least 
remain professional.

"Ah huh. I think you can call me Ginger now," she said a 
giggle.

"Ginger it is," I said as I snapped a couple more 
pictures. I only wished I had a better camera. I would 
have taken a million more. 

"Yah, and I know you'll want this one too," she oozed as 
she let go of her ass cheeks. I watched in amazement as 
she quickly reached down under her body and spread her 
pussy lips with her fingers. Her pinky flesh exposed for 
my camera, as I snapped of a picture, then another and 
another, as she continued to open her pussy. I suggested 
she roll over. She quickly flipped over and spread her 
legs wide, After a quick picture, her fingers went back 
to work, this time sinking deep inside of her pussy, soft 
moans escaping her lips. 

I took a few shots of her fingering herself, when she 
suddenly surprised me by quickly sitting up and 
announcing that the show was over. It was like she all of 
sudden snapped back to her senses or something. I almost 
even dropped the camera. 

"Can I get dressed now?" She asked. "All of a sudden I 
feel real self-conscious."

I don't think I even answered. I just gathered up all the 
pictures I took and tried to put them in order, while she 
quickly dressed. 

"Let me see," she purred, as she sat next to me on the 
table when she was fully dressed again. 

I started with the very first picture I took of her 
pretty face, and went on from there. She gasped a few 
times, especially the close-ups of her spread pussy. 

"OH MY GOD! What was I thinking? Please you have to let 
me have those pictures. I would just die knowing they 
were out there, I would," she cried, as her attitude 
quickly turned again. 

"All of them?" I groaned. 

"Well at least the nasty ones. I mean you know I'm not a 
prostitute, plus I let you have your fun taking them," 
she said. 

"I don't know," I said flipping through them, playing 
coy. 

"Please," she purred as she started stroking my hair, my 
groin stirring again. 

"Are we negotiating?" I said, as I stroked her ass cheek. 

"Look I told you I'm not a whore!" She said emphatically, 
removing my hand. 

"I know, but you are a sexy women." I said looking into 
her eyes. " Tell me your not a little turned on right 
now." 

"I was just playing," she snapped. "I figured if I played 
along you'd let me go." 

"Right that's how it works, so why don't we go back to my 
place and play some more. It's just down the street," I 
said, as it was my turn to stroke her hair. 

"Oh man, look you're a good looking guy and all. It's 
just; I think you would be disappointed. I'm not real 
adventurous in bed," she mumbled. "Plus it just seems 
wrong to have to fuck for your freedom." 

"Yah I guess your right, I guess I was just a little 
overcome with your beauty," I said, trying to turn the 
screw. "I've just never been so turned on, ever!" I even 
placed her hand on my hardon, now tenting the front of my 
uniform pants.

"Oh that's sweet, I guess" she moaned seemingly nervous. 
"I can see I had an effect on you, maybe there is another 
way." 

"I'm listening," I mumbled, enjoying her soft squeezes. I 
also enjoy hearing the interesting scenarios women come 
up with, to try to get themselves off the hook. 

"Well I'm in town for the weekend," she started after 
some thought. "I guess if I was sitting at that Charley 
Horse bar in town, and a good looking guy like yourself 
were to buy me a drink, and maybe spin me around the 
dance floor, he could probably get me back to his place." 

She was still running her fingers through my hair, still 
massaging my cock, so the plan made sense. 

"But how do I know that you will even show up?" I 
managed. 

"Well I need a drink badly and you still have the 
pictures that I want," she purred as she nibbled on my 
ear.

"And what about this?" I said tapping her hand on my 
cock.

"Well I think that other blonde is a professional," she 
said with a wink. "So get a quick blow job cause I don't 
you know do that." 

I didn't know if I was being played a fool, but at that 
point I needed a drink too and she was probably right 
about the blonde, so I agreed before I snuck into the 
office and grabbed her paper work. 

"Here take this. It's like you were never even here. See 
you in twenty minutes or so, at the Crazy Horse." I said 
as I opened the back door for her. The Crazy Horse by the 
way, is the only bar around and it just happens to be 
about 100 yards from our police station. 

I quickly visited the blonde still in the holding cell in 
the basement. She was all too happy to suck me off, in 
exchange for a ride home. It wasn't long before she had a 
mouth full of cum, as she was as good as she professed. 
She almost seemed surprised and disappointed that I 
didn't want to come in and fuck her too, when we got to 
her place, but I had Ginger on the brain, so I took a 
rain check. I quickly raced home and took a quick shower, 
and changed into street clothes. I also cleaned up the 
place a bit before I raced off to the bar. 

I entered the bar with excitement and hope and was 
thrilled when I quickly saw her sitting at the bar, 
talking with a couple of guys. They seemingly knew who I 
was, so when I tapped them on the shoulders and told them 
to beat it, they just stumbled away muttering. 

We had a few drinks and a few dances before the bar 
closed, then we headed back to my place. Ginger was right 
about not being that adventurous in bed, but she more 
than made up for it with sheer tenacity. She also just 
oozed sexuality in every thing she did. Honestly, she 
pretty much fucked the shit out of me. She finished me 
off by using her breasts to bring me to climax, before 
the day's events caught up with me and I drifted off to 
sleep.

In the morning, when I finally woke up, she was gone. I 
noticed that she left a hand written note on her pillow, 
with a picture. The picture was a close up shot of her 
ass, and the note read. "I took the rest of the pictures. 
I hope you don't think I'm an ass, but I had to go. 
Thanks for last night, you were great and I left your pay 
on the nightstand." 

I looked over on the nightstand and I noticed a new 
hundred-dollar bill. Then I flipped the note over, and it 
simply read, "NOW who's the prostitute." 

The end! 

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