Jimmy was happy to be paired up with Sargent Mazatowski for his first week on the streets; he always seemed like a good cop when he saw him during training. Now that they were in a squad car together, his gruffer side was more evident, but Jimmy still aimed to please.

  "Think we should stop for lunch Sarge?"

  "Not yet Jimmy."

  "Why not?"

  "Because I said so, that's why!"

  Jimmy looked down. Mazatowski turned on his blinker and they moved on to Figueroa Street off of Pico Boulevard. The radio began to crackle and a tired male voice wheezed over the speaker.

  "All units in the vicinity of downtown respond, repeat, all units in the vicinity of downtown respond."

  Jimmy looked from Mazatowski, to the radio, and back again.

  "Are we going to answer that?"

  "I'm just trying to prove a point."

  "And that is?" Mazatowski snorted and reached down to pick up the receiver. He clicked the button on the side of it and began to speak.

  "This is car forty-three thirteen, what do you want Geezle?"

  "Maza? That you? I didn't think anyone would answer."

  "Guess everyone else is busy suckin' down burgers and fries," he stared at Jimmy with a slight scowl that made him cringe. The Sarge stopped at a red light and pressed the send button again, "what's the emergency Geezle?"

  "Some crazy old woman is complainin' about giant monsters down at the Bonaventure."

  Jimmy began to giggle.

  "Normally we just ignore these kind of wackos, but she's being persistent and we've been gettin' a couple of other similar calls. So the chief thought we'd send a black and white."

  "I guess that means we're nominated."

  "You're the only ones steppin' forward."

  "We'll take care of it then." He hung up the radio and turned on his siren. "Looks like we're on kid."

  "We'll have to drive over to 4th and cut up to flower if we're going to hit the Bonaventure."

  "Yep."

  As they drove closer to the scene of the incident, cars no longer pulled out of their path. It seemed that most of the vehicles around were abandoned. Jimmy looked out his window and could have sworn he saw something past the wall into Arco Plaza; he shook his head and sniffed.

  "So what's our plan Sarge?"

  "Just hush up and pay attention rookie."

  Jimmy frowned and put his hand on his cheek as buildings drifted by. The number of abandoned cars was increasing and Jimmy began to count them; there seemed to be a large pool cover on one of them. The car turned on 4th and made a quick trip to Flower where the Sarge stopped the car and pulled on the safety brake.

  "This is it Jimmy, let's see what all the fuss is about." Mazatowski looked over at his partner and saw that he was sitting motionless, his face plastered against the window. "Jimmy?"

  Jimmy didn't hear a word the Sarge said. He was too entranced by the beautiful images that played before him. Standing up against the Westin Bonaventure Hotel were two gigantic women. They were lean and trim, sporting toned bodies of fitness models and large, firm breasts of Playboy playmates. One of them was reclining against the central tower of the hotel with her head thrown back and her brown hair strewn about in sweat matted strands. She ran her hands over her moist, tanned skin, every unpliant inch tense with sexual excitement as the muscles twitched with every orgasmic beat of her heart. At her feet, buried deep between her legs, was a raven-haired beauty. Her own body as strong and firm as her counterpart's. As she knelt, the muscles in her thighs flexed, standing out with hard lines of definition. Her face was thin with high-cheek bones and a slightly upturned nose that he caught a glimpse of before she drove it back between the other's open legs.

  "Great googely moogely!"

  Jimmy blinked at Mazatowski's exclamation. He was standing just outside his door, looking at the spectacle over the car roof and the twirling lights of the siren.

  "I know sir. I ... I've never seen anything like it."

  "You see? This is what happens when you vote Democratic!"

  "Excuse me sir?"

  Sargent Mazatowski slammed the door to his police car and pulled on his belt buckle. Wendy continued to moan as she was lovingly labored upon. Her titanic body inching it's way further up the glass siding of the Bonaventure Hotel. Out of reflex, she balled a fist and banged it against the wall. The windows shattered and shards of glass rained down into the plants by the sidewalk. A crowd of young men cheered.

  "Now see here girls!" He stamped a foot to drive home his point. If they heard him, and he knew they did, they weren't paying attention. He snorted and spat out something that was a light yellowish in color. Wendy lifted one leg and draped it over Kristina's shoulder, the muscle in her calf kept flexing as she squeezed her lover's back; a back that was smooth, broad, and shining with a damp glow that was reminiscent of the other high rises. "I say! Stop that this instant!"

  Wendy looked down at Kristina and ran her fingers over her back and neck.

  "THAT'S IT BABY! YES! YES! DEEPER! OH, I LOVE YOU!"

  Mazatowski frowned, it wasn't quite the response he was hoping for. He turned and tapped on Jimmy's window. He hadn't realized that it had been rolled down and he inadvertently poked his partner in the forehead.

  "Oww, I uh ... I don't think they heard you Sarge."

  Wendy cried out again; Kristina kicked over a tree with a turn of her knee.

  "They heard me all right, damn liberals. Jimmy," he held out his hand and hefted it purposefully, "gimmee the megaphone."

  Jimmy scrounged around the front seat and opened the door after finding what he needed. He clambered out and handed over the megaphone; all the while still staring at the love-making giantesses. Mazatowski brought it to his lips and flicked it on; the end of it hummed as power ran through it.

  "ALL RIGHT, THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT!"

  Kristina lifted her head at the booming sound. Wendy curled her fingers in her black hair and tried to guide her mouth back where it was. Her arms bulged as Kristina resisted, her own back tensing at the effort.

  "I DEMAND THAT THE TWO OF YOU STOP WHAT YOU ARE DOING IMMEDIATELY!"

  Kristina began to laugh, her massive endowments bounced in unison with the rippling through her chest.

  "ARE YOU KIDDING?"

  Mazatowski huffed, he took a step back as he found her smile an imposing sight. Kristina brought her hands up and with the tips of her fingers pointed towards the glistening mound that she endeavored to pleasure; it quivered as Wendy felt the cool Los Angeles wind blow across her moist flesh.

  "HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO STOP SUCKING ON THIS?"

  There was a loud murmur of assent that drifted through the crowd. The Sarge's frown fell another notch. Jimmy just shrugged.

  "She's got a good point there, sir."

  Mazatowski scowled at him. He turned back towards Kristina and began to say something again but he stopped himself and took another look at Jimmy.

  "Shut up, you damn rookie." He shook his head and Jimmy hung his sheepishly. He brought the megaphone back up and turned it back on. "YOU WILL CEASE, DESIST, AND ACCOMPANY ME TO THE LOCAL PRECINCT WHERE YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH PUBLIC LEWDNESS AND INDECENT EXPOSURE."

  Wendy placed a large hand on her lover's chest, her palm covering the full and heavenly dome of one of Kristina's firm breasts, and gently pushed her back. She stepped away from the building, the revealed glass cracking and smashed apart in several places, and stood to her full height. Her glorious body was a hard and toned eighty five feet tall. Her feet were almost as long as the black Dodge Dakota that she accidentally brushed out of her way with one of them. Sargent Mazatowski fell backward against the hood of his squad car in shock.

  "OH, I DON'T THINK WE'LL BE GOING ANYWHERE WITH YOU." She stood with her hands on her hips. She took a step forward and not one inch of her jiggled out of unfitness. Kristina stood next to her and looked up into her eyes. She was a good fifteen feet shorter and was entranced by the goddess before her. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY THIS LIKE EVERYONE ELSE?"

  The block around them broke out into cheers. Mazatowski struggled to regain his composure. His neck began to puff out like a bullfrog's.

  "Why, I never! Jimmy, get in the car and wire for backup!" He quickly brought the megaphone up to his mouth. "YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE LAST OF ME! YOU'LL REGRET MESSING WITH SARGENT MANDARIN MAZATOWSKI."

  Wendy looked down at her lover.

  "MANDARIN?"

  Mazatowski threw the megaphone on the ground in anger and ran over to the driver's side, opening the door. As he plopped himself down, he heard the snap of a cable and he looked over at Jimmy.

  "What the hell are you doin' rookie?"

  Jimmy looked up at his Sargent and smiled. In one hand he had the car's radio and in the other was dangling the keys to the ignition. He pressed a switch in his door and all of the locks bolted as he slammed his own door closed. Jimmy quickly slipped over the hood of the car and shoved his shoulder into the driver's side door. Mazatowski was furious. He kept banging on the handle but Jimmy was too much for him to push through from his position; his body also proved too bulbous to slip across and get to the other door. Jimmy looked up at Wendy and kept pointing at the car with a smile.

  Wendy stepped forward and reached down. Jimmy took an uneasy step back but continued to smile. Mazatowski took the initiative and hit the door again; it flew open but was quickly pinned back by Wendy's long fingers as they draped over the windows. Her palm crushed the twirling lights overhead as she clamped down and the cabin filled with the sound of crunching metal.

  "What the fuck!"

  Something within the driver door cracked, it was followed by a similar noise coming form the passenger side. One of the windows shattered, a weblike pattern bursting over it. Wendy released the car; the Sargent tried to open his door again but it wouldn't budge. Jimmy took off his cap and smiled as he looked up at his benefactors. Kristina stood next to her lover, only reaching up to her shoulder. She had an arm draped around Wendy's waist and was nuzzling her head against her warm bicep.

  Wendy kissed her shining, black hair and stepped towards Jimmy. He took an excited step back as she knelt to the ground. Her smooth leg bent at the knee and it touched the sidewalk with a soft rumble. He caught himself staring at the well-trimmed fur of her crotch, the thin hairs slightly moist, and he lifted his gaze, past the firm globes bulging from her chest, to the smiling face that looked down upon him. His face was slightly red.

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