The Detectives: Bimbo Stories

By Quixerotic

Detective Jeff Brady and Detective Amy Martin are shuffled into obscurity after exposing some department corruption. Left working low level vice for six months, they stumble on a strange trend. Normal women are turning into airheaded bimbos randomly soliciting men on the street. The detectives expand their limited scope when they go looking for a source, but soon find themselves as part of the problem rather than the solution when the normally taciturn Detective Martin develops a more "carefree" personality.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Quixerotic
• Release date: Jan 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370605897

Quixerotic

I have always enjoyed a particular type of erotica, stories where lust and carnal desire overwhelm reason, driving away the trappings of the real world as ecstatic fantasy takes over. My writing strives to tell such stories in rich worlds of dark fantasy, far flung science fiction, or apocalyptic inevitability, finding the kinky fun under every rock or at the end of every winding corridor.

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The Detectives: Bimbo Stories

Quixerotic

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The Detectives

Bimbo Stories

by Quixerotic

"Amy’s hands had returned to her pants and quickly removed them. As she stepped out of her heels and pants, Jeff’s hands grabbed hold of her ass. He grunted in satisfaction to find her wearing a thong as his hands gripped bare flesh. She felt warm to the touch and his cock strained against his pants as he explored her body. She started pulling off his clothes, quickly snapping the buttons on his shirt as he unbuckled his pants. He stopped to move his hands to her breasts and give them a hard squeeze. Amy roughly pulled down his pants and boxers, letting his cock spring free.

The precinct’s grimy walls glowed green under the fluorescent lights. Detective Brady hunched over his desk contemplating the flask in the lower right drawer. Across the paperwork covered desks sat his partner. Detective Amy Martin mindlessly read through an old file, though her thoughts lingered on the flask in Brady’s desk as well. The rest of the room droned on in a buzz of typing and low conversations. A few other detectives sat at their desks with a shady individual beside them. Brady looked over at the captain’s office once again. So is a longer talk better than a shorter one? he asked.

Martin did not look up from