Officer Juggs: Force - Chapter 1

Happy Friday!

Today is the true real start for the new series, Officer Juggs: Force!

To celebrate this series, I will post one more chapter today, as well!

I hope you will enjoy this new series.

Officer Juggs: Force. By Camille Juteau.

Chapter 1

Hardwood City. 

Her eyes opened. 

It was five o’clock, and the officer rolled out of bed. She wasn’t wearing much. Like she often did, she slept almost entirely naked, only bothering to wear a minuscule dark blue thong and nothing else.  

She headed straight for the bathroom. As surprising as it may sound, the officer did not look like complete and utter trash upon awakening. Instead, she looked pretty good, considering that she’d had a rough night's sleep. 

Her brown hair was kind of loose and a little everywhere, but that was no big deal since she would only have to comb it a bit before attaching it in a ponytail like she always did. However, not before her morning shower, which was desperately needed after sweating quite a bit that restless night. So, without waiting another second, the officer hopped in and the water soon began to fall over her splendid, effortlessly sexual, and torrid body. 

It felt like she was coming back to life as soon as the hot water hit her face. A handful of seconds passed before visible steam filled the shower stall, and then the rest of the bathroom a few moments after that. 

The officer’s back arched forward with both of her palms resting on the wall before her. For a while, she remained motionless and allowed the warm water to rain down upon her soft skin. As the water slid all across her behind, it flowed beautifully down to her large and wide ass, wetting it all over. Her gigantic and ridiculously heavy breasts hadn’t received much water yet, but that was only because of the way she stood inside the shower stall. 

Enough. I’ve got places to be and work that needs doing, the officer thought to herself as she finally stood upright in the shower, only to reach for a bar of lavender soap on one of the white shelves around her. As soon as she rose, lots of warm water at last splashed all over her humongous breasts, wetting and rinsing them well. Soap in hand, she began caressing her breasts with it, finally washing herself the way she should have been, creating a lot of soapy clouds of bubbles all over her chest. It suddenly began smelling much better in the bathroom. She began smelling much better. That gorgeous and refreshing lavender scent took over the entire room.

The brunette slowly breathed in and out.      

This typically marked one of the few relaxing moments she would secure during a given day. The officer showered twice daily, mostly. The first – right before heading to the precinct, and the other – she would take right before bedtime if she wasn’t too exhausted. One of the downsides of being on the force was the irregular bedtime, which meant she sometimes didn’t even have the luxury of sleeping at all.

Her peachy white skin had never looked better than under the hot shower water and soapy suds. 

She grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and seductively popped the lid open with one finger.     

Pop! 

She then sensually coaxed some of the thick liquid out of the bottle and into the palm of her hand. 

Time to wash her long, shiny hair... 

***

In typical fashion, the beautiful officer took no longer in the shower than was necessary. She was an efficient woman, hellbent on maintaining a routine that most would find unforgiving. Most, but not this busty bitch…

She was dealing with two towels. One of them was wrapped around her head, drying her freshly cleaned mane of hair, with the other draped around her body, barely containing her humongous breasts, as well as the rest of her torso and her hips even, but that towel wasn’t anywhere near long enough to cover her crotch.

The hot shower steam dissipated throughout the rest of the bathroom, as she stood before the mirror and did her makeup. 

Eyelashes. 

Eyeliners. 

Pink lipstick on her full lips.

She did it all as fast as possible, and all without making a mistake.

Right after that, it was…

Suiting-up time!

Standing now in the middle of her bedroom, Jasmine dressed her voluptuous and heavy body with all the necessary outfit pieces that made up her typical “battle-ready” uniform.  

First, she slipped into the main piece, which was a dull blue V-shaped slingkini that tied behind her neck. The thin material stretched down about her massive breasts, struggling and failing to conceal the entire circumference of her wide areolae. Her platinum Chief of Police badge pinned proudly over her left nipple.    

Personally preferring a little extra modesty, she then slid a tight, but stretchy pair of low riding booty shorts on top. They were a darker shade of blue, and had cut-outs on either side to ensure that not too much skin was being concealed. After all, overheating on the job was a rookie mistake. Things were always hot out for women in the Westerican heat. And few spots were hotter than in her own city of Hardwood... 

When that was done, she clicked the buckle on her leather utility belt into place around her waist, equipped with all the accessories that her job necessitated, including her holstered 9mm standard issue pistol.   

The officer tied the laces of the leather boots with the five-inch heels she had just put on. Also, standard issue.

Then, the finishing touch… Her officer’s hat completed the outfit.

Ready as I’ll ever be.

Well, she thought so at first, but that wasn’t exactly true. 

Oh, wait! I almost forgot…

She came back into the room, grabbed her black aviator sunglasses, and triumphantly placed them over her eyes.  

That’s more like it.

Now the officer was ready for work.