Mr Spraycan – case 4

Come to think of it, we’ll send Ms O’Monahan a spare set of these so you can compare notes afterwards and decide which way you enjoyed most.”

Sergeant Grafton: “Huh . . . huh . . .”

Unidentified voice: “You’re right, she’s going out of her skull. I told you the gas would soon turn into her into a total slut.”

Unidentified voice 2: “What about this length of meat I’m hammering into her, you think that’s not doing anything?”

Unidentified voice: “Hey, my main man, don’t get me wrong. The gas loosens them up, gets them as horny as a harem girl on the bottom of the duty roster, but it’s the great job of pussy pounding you do that has them going wild. The reason none of those chicks wanted to report us was because they were all hoping we’d come back and fuck them again — ain’t that the truth of it, Sergeant Grafton?”

Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, you sons of bitches, you gave them the best sex ever! I knew it from the way they talked about you!”

Unidentified voice 2: “Sounds like a testimonial to me, Mr Geek!”

Sergeant Grafton: “I wanted you to come after me . . . oh God, show me the next picture! I need it ever way!”

Unidentified voice: “Well, I guess that explains why you’re dressed the way you are. Now, Sergeant, here’s your next photo opportunity. Bend forward over the bar, grab your ass and look backwards. But I think we’ll have you with one leg still up on the bar, just so that we don’t miss any of the juicy details — and I do mean juicy.”

Unidentified voice 2: “Can’t we take the slut with us? We could take her on the private jet the consortium is giving us. Then she could serve the drinks and give us blow jobs all the way down South.”

Unidentified voice: “Sure puts a whole new complexion on the term red eye flight. And she can always walk home afterwards.”

Unidentified noise — possibly a slap:

Unidentified voice 2: “Hold still, you bitch, until I’ve put it in you . . . OK, now we’re fucking. How about it, Sergeant, you want to come on a little vacation with us?”

Sergeant Grafton: “Yes . . . yes . . . yes!”

Unidentified voice: “Julie, you’re going to have to learn to say Si . . . si . . . si . . when you’re performing on a stage in front of a Spanish speaking audience. What I’m thinking here is that we might buy our own nightclub and we can hang the monkey cage from the ceiling, as a special attraction. At least, it will be with a female cop inside it wearing her uniform but no panties. All the patrons would get a free ticket for the nightly draw and the first five lucky winners drawn out of the barrel get to go on stage with Julie for an all in show. That might get us a mention in the Lonely Planet travel guide.”

Unidentified voice 2: “Now we could get some seriously interesting pictures that way to send to the cops back here. Christ, I’d like to see their faces!”

Unidentified voice: “It’s an interesting thought but we’ll have to see how well these shots turn out before we can decide if Julie has passed her audition for a place in a live sex show. Here you are, Sergeant, take a look at this one and see if you can show yourself up as well as Robin is.”

Sergeant Grafton: “In a cage . . . hanging from the ceiling . . . no panties! Yes! Now!”

Unidentified voice: “Who says the cops never come when they should? Listen to her, she’s going apeshit over that cage idea — and look at her boobs bouncing around like party balloons on the end of a stick. Whee, shake ’em for papa, baby!”

Unidentified voice 2:”Hell, I can’t see them from here.”

Unidentified voice: “No problem, good buddy, she’ll shake them for you while I’m fucking her, won’t you, Julie?”

Sergeant Grafton: “Yes, I’ll do anything for you!”

Unidentified voice 2: “Geek, I gotta be proud of you. That pussy pushover gas of yours is going to make every woman in this country shut up and concentrate on nothing but fucking. Man, you’re going to be bigger than Bill Gates!”

Unidentified voice: “Yeah, if tea could do the same thing we’d still be a british colony. OK, Sergeant, did you enjoy that nice big climax?”

Sergeant Grafton: “The other girls were right, it was the best ever!”

Unidentified voice: “Glad to hear it, Julie. You haven’t finished my friend off yet, so this is what he wants next. Get down and get that mouth of yours working again.”

Unidentified voice 2: “Go on, you slut cop, get down on your knees to me and get it down your throat, come on!”

Unidentified voice: “Well done, Sergeant, nobody can say you’re not carrying out a thorough investigation of the crime scene.”

Unidentified voice 2: “Here it comes, here it comes . . . uuuh!”

Unidentified voice: “Look at me, Julie, look up at me and put your tongue out for the camera. Yeah, that’s good . . . you’re a messy eater though, look at how much you’ve spilt. OK, swallow all that good come and then start cleaning off my friend’s cock with your tongue.”

Unidentified voice 2: “And shake your tits around while you’re doing it.”

Unidentified voice: “Just a little slave now, aren’t you, Julie?

“To tell the truth, I think I might use you for a very interesting experiment. I’m going to give you a can of our spray when we leave. Which means you can turn it over to the police lab if you really want to catch us. But before you do that, remember that the stuff works just as well on men as on women. Be smart with the can and you can snare any man you want and make him do whatever you want for months, maybe years, maybe for ever if he gets into the habit of it. I wonder which way you’ll jump, sweetie. How good are you at resisting temptation — is the thought of having a multi-million dollar husband crossing your mind right now?

It’s going to be your choice, Julie, but I’ll leave you an address where you can send a slice of the wedding cake . . .”