Asian Amy Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Asian Amy Pt. 05

... wet bar, several couches and recliners and a big screen television. The master bedroom was off to the right, through a set of double doors. The bed was as big as the one in Shareese's townhome and the bathroom had a Jacuzzi and a large walk in shower that was encased in glass.

"So you up for this, good cop?" Shareese asked Amy.

"I think so," she said confidently. "I just got to get in the zone."

"Well if the zone you get into is anything like the one you found before you put me through the ringer, I think you will be fine."

The police outfit fit Princess Amy just fine, but Shareese did not care for it at all. "Damn that shit looks cheap," was her assessment.

A thick black belt circled the Asian's tiny waist, splitting a short navy blue dress that had a badge sewn to the left side of it. She was showing plenty of cleavage and the black thigh-high boots made her four inches taller. Black gloves and a policeman's cap rounded out the costume.

Amy took a pair of handcuffs and tucked them into her belt. Then she grabbed the shackles and stuffed them in a duffel bag. "It's showtime!" She announced.

"Break a leg," Shareese said, still getting into her getup for the evening.

Princess Amy made sure that the coast was clear before she scooted the short distance down the hall to the adjoining suite.

Sweetness answered the door almost immediately and told the Princess to step inside. "May I help you, officer?" She asked after shutting the door.

Amy was about ...

... to find out if she had retained her high school speech and drama skills. "Do you go by the street name of "Sweetness", ma'am?" She asked sharply.

"I do," the diva said.

Despite her casual outfit, the pop star still looked amazing to Amy. She was dressed in a designer sweatsuit with a pair of high top sneakers that were the same brand.

Princess Amy informed the diva that during a get together in her room the prior evening, several minors had been served alcohol and one of the young men had been pinched for a DUI. "He sang like a bird and mentioned you by name as the one who got him drunk."

Sweetness was both amused and impressed with the story that Amy had concocted, and her acting was solid. "You can't prove anything," the diva snapped. "There were several parties going on in this hotel last night."

"They have a Polaroid of you and the young man doing a shot. He is wearing the same outfit in the photo as the one he was picked up in."

"Pfft. That's not proof, honey," the diva said and put her hands on her hips. She was loving the back and forth and her heart began to beat a little faster.

"Look, Sweetness," Amy said nicely, "I am a huge fan of yours, and I don't think what you did is a big deal, but I gotta do my job."

Sweetness rolled her eyes, really getting into the fantasy, and threatened to call her lawyer. "He will set you straight."

"That very well may be," Amy said and grabbed the handcuffs that were tucked into her belt. "But for now, I am ...