Officer Juggs: Force - Chapter 9

Happy Friday!

I hope you will enjoy this new chapter.

I will, unfortunately, have this story on hold for a little while, though after this week. Not because this is what I want personally.

More chapters have already been prepared, written, and edited, but since I do not own the Officer Jasmine Juggs character, I have to wait for the new chapters to be approved by Serrated (Officer Juggs's creator) and JimJim first.

But more is coming for sure!

Happy reading!  

Chapter 9

Since the Chief of Police was able to obtain the intel they so desperately needed, she was finally able to move on to the next step. She’d gone through quite the ordeal with Dorian the dealer, and even gotten a little carried away… 

Her reward? The name of her primary suspect…

Trevor Maroon.

Was it worth that potentially avoidable business, plus the expenditure of another expensive outfit repair job & Abortalite pill? 

She was about to find out…

Maroon was the man whom Dorian worked for, and he just so happened to be holding a party at his mansion tonight. Though not just any kind of party—it was a cosplay evening and nothing in the world was going to prevent Officer Juggs from going there, even though she wasn’t invited. 

She wasn’t invited, yet, while she stood at the door with her giant, heaving tits, the doorman didn’t think twice about letting her in. He would have been crazy not to do so. As far as he must have been concerned, she was exactly the sort of babe guests would be looking to meet and fuck at an event such as this. For times like these, it paid to have a body as prominent as Jasmine’s…

They even let her keep her utility belt – sidearm and all!

Pathetic… The head of security here should be ashamed… 

Nevertheless, she was in. 

This case was an important and secret operation that she was conducting herself as Hardwood City’s Chief of Police. Juggs was reluctant to involve other officers on such an important mission. Thanks to the high price she had paid to get this far, she was extremely motivated on a personal level, and didn't want to risk letting the intel about her target leak in case he had someone on the inside. Moreover, Jasmine was convinced that she was best suited to take down this drug lord in a discreet and effective manner. So there was no need to involve anyone other than Detective Hutcherson who was of course already involved. Much to Juggs’ displeasure. Though the rookie had proven himself useful enough so far. For instance, it was under his advice that she had decided on her outfit for tonight. While she hadn’t asked for his opinion on the matter, he had given it anyway, of course. 

He had made the bold suggestion that she attend the costume party as… herself! The one and only Officer Juggs. Hiding in plain sight… 

Now, the Chief was far from being a social butterfly and rarely attended parties outside of formal functions that made up part of her police duties. So she begrudgingly deferred to Hutcherson’s judgment here. The odds were that everyone on the force had more party experience than Juggs did, outside the wide breadth of undercover operations she had been on over her career. Though the higher she had raised up the ranks, and the more notoriety she obtained, the less she had the opportunity to participate in such work. That being said, as preposterous as this idea had initially sounded to Jasmine, she did recall seeing a woman dressed up as her a Halloween or two ago. So perhaps the logic was sound… Well, it had better be, because there was no turning back now.  

So, there she was, entering Trevor Maroon’s home where the event was held, wearing her regular officer’s uniform. 

As soon as she set foot into the house, everyone turned their heads around and stared at her. They seemed pretty amused by the costume—because that was exactly what they thought it was. Some might even be aware that it was supposed to be the costume of the local Chief of Police. Not so surprising, a lot of people knew of her around the City. To some, she was a bit of a celebrity, perhaps even an idol – or an object of desire… 

Whatever the case, Jasmine was able to slide under the radar with relative ease, pretending to be having fun—pretending to be drinking, simply so she could track him down…

Juggs wasn’t certain of anything, really, basing this entire operation on the limited information provided to her from Dorian before he lost consciousness. This was an incredibly risky move, and she’d need to uncover incriminating evidence fast if she wanted to rely on her authority as a police woman. Failing that, it would instead be her who was breaking the law – trespassing on private property with no warrant. It had been many years since she’d last suffered those consequences on an case. But this wasn’t Rookie Detective Juggs – Chief Officer Juggs was usually not so reckless. Tonight, she was making an exception. She didn’t know why, but something in her gut told her that her brief baby daddy’s intel was solid. And she was not about to let this elusive drug lord slip through her manicured fingers.

It took her a long time, sidestepping and politely rejecting many intrigued (and often handsy) male suitors, but she eventually tracked him down… Trevor Maroon was a young and muscular  stout man who wore a Viking costume tonight. The crime boss looked even younger and shorter than she thought he’d be. Dorian told her that he was in his early thirties, but he looked more like he was in his mid-twenties, despite his red and pudgy face. The physical description still matched up to what Hutcherson had pulled from the city’s database, so there was no doubt that it was him, even while dressed as a Viking.

It has to be him—Quick… The people around him are leaving to get drinks, this is my moment to strike…

Officer Juggs approached Trevor Maroon while he was alone for a second.

Trevor immediately saw the towering mammoth of a woman strutting toward him, and she made him jump enough to cause him to nearly spit out some of his drink! 

“Whoa, mama! What’s a big bitch like you doing here? Chief Juggs, right?” Trevor asked her as soon as she came up to him.

Dammit! Does he recognise me as a real cop? Juggs wondered.   

“Well I…”

“Sexy costume! Whoever it is beneath all that… Hic! So, are you going to cuff me and bring me to your station or something?” He had a silly and lighthearted tone in his voice. Sounded drunk too.

Juggs felt better already when she realized that he was just playing into the spirit of the dress-up event. He didn’t truly think she was the Officer Juggs. A lot of pressure was lifted off her shoulders and she could breathe again.

“Sure thing, bad boy…”

The next second, Officer Juggs swiped a pair of handcuffs from the side of her belt and showed them directly to him. 

“Yes! I was hoping that your costume came with accessories—Miss… Hey, hold on a second, is that Jennifer under there? I mean, that’s obviously not your real tits, but that is you, ain’t it, Jennifer? Come on, it has to be you, right? Come on!”

This is perfect. I should go along with this…

“Yep. You got me,” she confirmed to him with a fake smirk, hands tossed back in a surrendering gesture.     

“I knew it!” He almost celebrated physically because of how elated he was to figure out the identity of this mystery guest, even though the pot bellied drunkard had no clue. 

“So, how about a little role-play, Trevor?”

“Oh, so you’re up for that, Officer Jennifer?” He nodded his head. 

Clang!    

She already had her handcuffs locked to his wrists.

She had him! 

“Yeah, this is becoming pretty fun.”

“So, that’s your kink, Trevor?”

“Not exactly…”

“What do you mean, bad boy?” Juggs was still fully committed to this role-play strategy, so he wouldn’t suspect anything. 

“You know what? You and me, officer, how about we go fuck right now in the other room if I’m able to free myself from these handcuffs?” Trevor asked her.

Ugh! This humiliating character play seems to be working a little too well…

“Hmmm… Sure thing, stud, but how exactly are you going to do that—?” 

—CLINK… TWANG!

Right before she could finish her sentence, the aggressive Viking suddenly broke the chain of the pair of handcuffs in half. Trevor freed himself in under five seconds.

How the fuck did he… Is it Force!? Shit! This idiot is addicted to his own product too!? I shouldn’t have underestimated his stupidity after witnessing his employee’s first hand! 

“See? Piece of cake.”

“How…?”

“Oh yeah! Now we get to go and fuck just like you said we  would! Ready to get raided, babe?”

Juggs remained silent for a second… 

“Right…”       

Fuck me… I should have known agreeing to that proposition was a dirty setup! Not that I could have turned him down without blowing my cover… At least this will get me out behind closed doors where the evidence should be… I’ll just have to figure out how to give this oaf the slip once it’s just the two of us…

And with that, Police Chief Officer Juggs voluntarily followed the ugly dude in the Viking costume into the next room as he freely fondled her huge ass in front of all his jealous guests…