An overzealous assistant district attorney had shut down the strip club due to 'overt sexual activity'. It didn't matter that the DWI arrests were at an all time low. The liquor license was also pulled and Angie's, California's and John's dreams had gone up in smoke. Now Angie was at a loss of what to do. She had kept the apartment across from the beach, only now she paid the rent and not the Police department. How am I gonna keep up with the rent? California's brain was fried by too much sun and John is acting like a stud horse for the harem he collected. Neither of them have time for me, so I've got to move on with my life. It was so much easier just doing what I was told.

Angie still sunbathed nude on the beach in the morning. She made it a point to stay away from the Russians. I don't know and I don't want to find out if they blame me for Viktor's death. Instead she bared herself by the local Life Guard stand and they would help oil her up, which was good. What was bad is that they were all gay and weren't interested in her. I was having sex every night and now it's like sex has been outlawed; I feel like I couldn't get fucked if I lay naked in the middle of the Freeway!... Naw, it would never work.

A bus went by as she was turning over. A sign on the side of the bus caught her eye and she ran beside the bus trying to get the phone number. All of the men on the bus were tempted by her bouncing boobies and they frantically pushed the signaling strip to get the bus to stop so they could get off. The bus driver beset with the constant buzzing frowned then checked his mirrors. Once he saw Angie running naked beside his bus, he slammed on the brakes. Angie got the number off the sign and turned around to jog back to get on her bikini. Also, the '65 Mustang convertible rear-ended the bus, which had stopped without signaling. It wasn't entirely the bus driver's fault, the driver of the 'Stang should have known not to tailgate a bus! Angie heard the accident and shook her pretty head. Do they even check people out before they let them drive? Someone could get hurt!

Angie covered her sensual body with her swimsuit, but if anything it made her more alluring. She skipped across the road and heard the squeals of brakes as the stunned drivers stopped their cars, unwilling to damage the host of those beautiful bouncing breasts. Angie shook her head again. Maybe it's just California drivers.

She rushed into her bungalow to call before she forgot the number. A voice in respectful tones said, "Brightston Security, where may I direct your call?"

"Yes, I saw your ad on the side of a bus and I would like to get a job with you."

The lady at the other end of line suddenly went cold, so cold that the handset actually felt chilly to Angie. "I see, well you can come down to our offices in Culver City. It's on one of major bus routes, so you should be able to get there." She gave Angie the address then rang off without saying goodbye. Angie didn't think twice about it and wrote the address down. Tomorrow I will go down there and get a job, then all my problems will be solved!

The next morning Angie debated on what to wear. She wanted to make a good impression and become a 'Personal Security Agent', just like the ad said. She finally decided that she would dress professionally, like on the job. She skipped the bra, wore black stockings, a white dress shirt, a police dress skirt and two inch pumps. She left of the badge and didn't wear her police hat. Angie admired herself in the mirror and decided that she looked very professional. How can they not hire me? I have lots of experience, extra training and I look like a 'Personal Security Agent' already.

Angie stood at the bus stop trying to ignore the taunts about her clothes. A couple of scruffy looking teenage boys were teasing her about her huge tits; they were especially prominent without a bra. Her all over deep tan ensured that they showed blatantly through her white cotton blouse. What was worse, all the attention to her bountiful breasts had excited her and her nipples were standing on end. This is almost as bad as the teasing I got at the Police Academy. Although I knew the girls didn't really mean it, I was embarrassed.

Angie was happy when the bus finally arrived and she raced to get on. She stumbled as she climbed the steps, almost falling into the driver. Much to her chagrin, the driver put his hands over his face and said, "Be careful girlie-girl, you could put an eye out!" Angie blushed as she walked down the aisle. All of the seats were taken, so she resigned herself to standing up and holding onto the overhead rail. Angie thought what the driver had done and grew angry. That driver pretended he was scared, but I saw his eye peeking out between his fingers. Men are all alike, don't they know that women have breasts?

The motions of the bus were doing marvelous things to Angie's massive mammaries. They were perched up on display by her having to hang on to the handrail for dear life. Every bump, start, stop or shift caused her titties to dance to and fro ensuring that her nipples stayed very erect and jutted out like two pristine mountain peaks.

The bus ride had been one thrill after another, at least for the boys and men riding on the bus. In fact several were so enraptured by Angie's quivering mounds that they missed their stops. It came to a head when the driver almost rear-ended a school bus; it seems he was having trouble keeping his eyes on the road. I gotta get off this bus! I've heard of hiring the handicapped, but this is crazy!

Angie shook her head and mentioned to an older woman sitting near her, "I really don't know where they are getting bus drivers these days." Angie reached over and pushed the signaling strip to let the driver know that she wanted off at the next stop. The bus driver was still flustered and he missed the next stop. Angie sighed in dismay and began pushing the buzzer strip again and again. The constant buzzing finally woke the driver up and he stopped at the next bus stop. As the bus shuddered to a stop, Angie made her way to the rear door, which had opened for her. The obnoxious teens were sitting by the door, one of them eating powdered donettes. A quick slap on the butt left a white handprint on the back of Angie's dark blue skirt. She stumbled down the steps while glaring back at the laughing boys. What has happened to youth today? They are so disrespectful.

An almost audible sigh could be heard from the bus as it pulled away. Angie looked at the note she had written the security company's address on. She looked up, got her bearings and marched off to the nearby office building. She heard snickering and muted conversations as she walked past people, the hand print on her skirt showing a less than professional side of the buxom young woman. That is it; as soon as I get some money I'm moving to Arizona. Californians are just getting too strange. I will have to get a house near the beach though, I just love the Beach!

It was an excited, but nervous Angie that entered the air-conditioned waiting room of Brightston Security. Everything was so shiny and modern. The police station was never this clean. The receptionist gave her a clipboard with a form on it to fill out. Luck was on Angie's side, there was a pen attached. She was sitting at one end of the plush waiting room filling out the form. The receptionist had told her to hand the clipboard to the next lady and to attach her resume to it. Angie was worried because she didn't have a resume to attach and her nipples, which had shrunk after the end of the stimulating bus ride, were again starting to blossom due to the air-conditioned room. I wish my body would make up its mind.

Soon Angie's name was called and she entered the office of a small framed brunette that was professionally dressed in a grey pants suit. Brrrr, though Angie, this office is even cooler than the waiting room. The woman instructed her to sit and reached for the clipboard. The lady noticed Angie's erect nipples. "It seems that you are excited by the prospect of working for us." She pursed her thin lips as she read over the form Angie had filled out.

"Not bad, you might have some promise working for us." She held up the clipboard, "Where is your resume?" Angie explained that she didn't have one. The woman tisk-tisked and told Angie that the resume was very important. "It will tell us what work experience you have had as well as any training you have received. Without that information we cannot consider you for employment." Angie grew frantic and started to rattle off what she had done since she became a Sheriff's Deputy.

The owner of the company liked to know what was going on, so he had hidden microphones everywhere. He was listening when Angie told of her work undercover with the LAPD Vice Squad. His ears perked up as he heard this. Viktor Rostovitch was a cousin of his and he wanted revenge on the slut that had killed him. He immediately called the interviewer on the phone and instructed her to hire this woman, no matter what her qualifications were.

Angie was so happy about getting the job she didn't even mind the ogling and comments directed at her on the bus ride home. She had forgotten to ask the woman that hired her what to wear the next day for work. Angie just shrugged it off; she figured they would have uniforms for her to change into there.

For her first day of work Angie wore a skirt with a flowered print blouse. She went without a bra again, thinking that was normal for security work as no one had said any different. Angie was much more confident and excited as she rode to work on the bus perhaps that was why her nipples were again at full staff. She didn't even notice, her mind was elsewhere, and for Angie having her nipples proudly announcing the arrival of her luscious tits was nothing new. This time there were a few seats available, but Angie stood, so she wouldn't wrinkle her skirt. The driver and the men on the bus certainly appreciated it. I am so excited about my new job and I didn't even need a resume. California is great, maybe I won't move after all.

When Angie arrived at Brightston Security, she was once again asked to sit in the waiting room. The woman who interviewed her, a Ms. Cragge, came to get her within fifteen minutes. Naturally, the cool air once again had a stiffening affect on Angie's bullet size nipples. As Ms. Cragge led her deeper into the company headquarters those they passed were treated to a two gun salute. Angie was pleased to see the smiling (read leering) faces of the people she would soon be working with. Everyone here seems so happy; I'm going to enjoy working here.

"First we are going to meet Mr. Greg Smith, the owner. He likes to meet with all new hires; it gives him a 'hands-on' perspective of the company." Yeah right, I never met him until yesterday when she showed up looking for a job. I wonder what attracted his attention. He never meets with employees unless they screwed-up big time and he wants his pound of flesh.

Mr. Smiths personal assistant ushered Angie straight in, but had Ms. Cragge wait with her. Smith was of average height, may be a little shorter. What he lacked in height, he made up for in sheer mass. He was a broad man that had muscles on his muscles. He rose from his chair behind a large desk and shook her hand with a firm grip. His eyes stared into hers and never wavered, as far as she could tell. He didn't even stare at her erect nipples, which was unprecedented. Angie had never met a man like this, immune to her 'charms' and it frightened her a little.

"I like to shake an employee's hand and look into their eyes. If they can meet my gaze, I am assured that they will be loyal employees and are welcome here." Angie blushed, but her gaze was still lost in his piercing eyes. "We have special plans for you, but for right now let Ms.Cragge get you started." He continued staring her in the eyes until she excused herself and backed to the door. Angie finally took a deep breath when she was safely out of his office.

"Phew, kind of a scary guy. I am glad that I am working for him and not against him." Ms. Cragge nodded almost like she was expected to. She just wanted to get this over with so she could return to her real job. Ms. Cragge led Angie to the employee's lounge. She sat Angie down at a table and placed three manuals in front of her.

"Miss Applegate you will have the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with these manuals. They are 'The Instructions to Personnel Employed by Brightson Security Inc.', 'The California Peace Officers Guide' and 'The Care and Maintenance of the 9mm Automatic Pistol'. You also have forty five minutes for lunch. I'll return at the end of the day to give you further instructions." Ms. Cragge then left Angie to herself. My time in Purgatory should be over soon, thought Ms. Cragge.

Angie was huddled over the manuals trying to make sense out of the too technical books. She was so engrossed that she didn't notice the two male security guards who entered. One was a muscled black man who said, "Hey baby, you comin' to work with us." Angie sat up and faced the man to reply, she knew it was polite to face the person she was talking to.

"Madre de Dios!" the second man, a wiry man of Puerto Rican ancestry said as her substantial mounds came into view.

"Don't lis'n to them sweetie, they steer ya wrong." said a wide as she was tall, muscular black girl. "Next thing they be 'vitin' you to a special training session. Ain't nuttin' special 'bout these two, they be big, dumb and full o' cum. Can't tell ya how many times I seen Louis there chattin' up the hos tryin' to git some free strange, and Rico won't tell ya he has got four kids and a senora at home."

Flustered by the attention, Angie didn't know what to say. Doris, the black girl, shooed the men away towards the coffee pot and then sat down next to Angie, her arm snaking around to give her a hug, pressing her unfettered boob against Angie's. You and me gonna git 'long jus' fine. My name is Doris, what's yours honey?"

"Angie", she replied, blushing, as she shifted trying to get free from the black woman. Doris let go of her strangle hold on Angie and smiled at her innocence.

"Grab me a cup ta go." Doris bellowed at the two men. "Nice ta meet cha Angie. I am sure we be workin' tagether. Then ya can tell lil ol' me 'bout the lovers ya got. Your too pretty wit' such big titties, not ta have a few on the side." Doris chuckled as she strode out of the break room, pushing the two men in front of her. Angie waved goodbye, still trying to recover from the quick deluge that was Doris and went back to her studying.

Ms. Cragge entered the break room to find Angie hunched over the three books she was to read. Ms. Cragge cleared her throat, startling Angie. She had been reading the same sentence several times; her eyes were very tired and kept unfocusing. Angie jumped when Ms. Cragge cleared her throat. Angie's sudden movement set her large tits to a wiggling. "It's time to go. I hope you studied well; Mr. Smith wants to check your progress. I'll see you Monday morning. Not if I'm lucky.

The door to Mr. Smith reception area was open. Angie entered and saw him standing by the door to his office. He told her to shut the outer door and come in. Angie turned and shut the door and entered his office. Mr. Smith was nowhere to be seen. She gasped as he shut the door behind her. "Please sit down Angie; I have a few questions for you."

There was a funny looking chair in front of his desk. It was made of metal, had no arms and just a flat, narrow strip of metal that started under the seat and formed the back. Also, it had wheels. It didn't look very comfortable, but Angie sat down. "Have you studied the books you were given?" Angie nods 'yes'. Mr. Smith is standing very close to Angie as he asked her a rapid-fire series of questions. Angie rolled her eyes back up into her head as if she was looking in her brain for the answers. To Mr. Smith's surprise she got all of the answers right.