Chapter 7

“I don’t know you. Are you new here, mate?” asked Frank Kirk.

He was one of our Senior Detectives, and he looked me over with a tight expression on his face. He wasn’t happy that I still had my arm around Marly and that she hadn’t let go of me either.

“Sorry ol’ chap, I didn’t know the delectable Marly was taken,” I replied, deepening my voice and adding a light British accent.

“Well, she is, so keep your fu..., hands off her,” Frank said aggressively.

“Sorry luscious, it looks like our date is off,” I said with the same accent.

I gave Marly a wiggle of my eyebrows with a lewd look and pinched her bum.

Marly cracked up. She giggled out, “Dusty, have you thought of taking up acting?”

“Nah, tall chicks like me have to be a lot thinner and have bigger tits for that gig,” I replied in my normal voice.

I moved away from her and leant back against the table. I crossed one leg over the other as I folded my arms under my breasts and flicked a look at Frank, and then gave him a cheeky grin.

His eyes went as big as saucers as he finally worked out who I was, more by familiar pose and voice.

“I didn’t know you were a lezzo,” he said, surprised.

“I’m not to my knowledge. One of my blokes wants to video chat. He likes my Danny’s voice,” I replied.

I stood up from the table and swaggered up to Frank. Using my Danny’s voice, I said, “So hot stuff, you want a bit of boy-action?”

Then I stopped and posed in front of him. I rolled my hips forward suggestively, tightened my abs and flexed my chest muscles. I rolled my shoulders back to make them look wider and then turned slightly side-on. I formed a curl with my right arm so he could inspect my biceps, and I made them pulse while I gave him a suggestive look.

“Shit,” he expelled. “If you did that to me in a bar, I’d smack you one and then arrest you as an underage male prostitute.”

“Do you think my sugar-daddy will still want me?” I asked with a whine, staying in character.

“If he doesn’t, I know plenty of blokes who would,” Detective Dean Pall said as he stopped beside Frank.

“Is this your brother, Marly? You didn’t say he was gay.”

It was common knowledge that Marly had a younger brother. She grinned at me, “Well, that’s two, let’s see if the girls are as perceptive.”

She linked her arm in mine, and we walked into the main office area. I swaggered, and she wiggled. We attracted a lot of attention.

Pam, one of the biggest flirts in the office, said, “Jeez Marly, don’t let Frank see you with him.”

“It’s my brother. He dropped in to say hi,” Marly said, putting the wrong idea in their heads.

“Holy crap! If he looks like that at sixteen, he must have the girls at school swarming all over him,” Pam replied.

Several other women also nodded and eyed me up and down.

I handed Pam my tablet, and using my Danny’s voice, I said, “Take a pic so I can send it to the folks.”

Marly and I moved so that the Police Emblem on the wall was behind us, and we posed. Pam took the pic. I then got an idea and moved, so I had a blank wall behind me. I struck a muscle man pose that flattened my chest and got her to take it.

I then turned to show more of my arse. I opened the tabs on my pants and pulled them down a little to show just the top of my arse crack. Bending slightly, I put my hand under the band as if I was going to push them down more.

I pulled my shoulders back and looked back at Marly to give her a, ‘do you like what you see look’.

She got me to change positions, and Pam took another three shots. In one, I pulled the tight shirt up under my tits to show my abs and rolled my crotch forward with the pants still undone but not showing anything vital as I hooked my thumbs in them.

In my normal voice, I said, “Thanks, Pam, let’s see what they look like on the screen and then I’ll pick one to send to my mark.”

“Who is Mark?” she asked me, confused.

“My mark is ‘Your69Daddy’,” I told Pam as I fixed my clothes and headed for my desk.