Blake glanced at the perp's file. Her white coat wrapped firmly around her body, displaying the badge that marked her as a commissioner for Vale's security and police force. A far cry position from her extremist, wild youth, but she took to the role well enough. It helped that she knew how to persuade some kids before they went down a very, very dark path.

Speaking of, that was the young man she was dealing with right now - young, dumb, and with a head full of clouded, muddled thoughts. The kind that could attract Grimm if things kept going the way they did.

The little delinquent was pouting in his cell as he watched the shapely commissioner go over his entire rap sheet. The faunus finally clicked her teeth and shook her head. "One more incident and you're getting escalated to a jail sentence. Not good…"

"Hmph!"

The ex-huntress sighed at his antics. Ordinarily she'd just shrug and let the juvie side handle this matter, but a certain little facet convinced her this was worth working overnight, after the rest of her staff had gone home. "One of Ruby's kids, and I doubt she let a bad apple through…"

"Yeah? Does your file also mention how much I hated that sadist?"

Said 'sadist's' teammate cocked her eyebrow at his assessment before grinning. "Oh? Well alright then. Guess I won't feel so bad about this then."

The commissioner tapped her scroll and spoke aloud. "Override- disconnect all recordings until next prompt. Access code - 09202018"

"Acknowledged."

The delinquent was now a little anxious. "W-What the hell's that abou-ooooo?!"

Blake's hand squeezed his groin between the bars, she kept her passive face locked on him as he bowled over into her grip. "Simple -you're acting out, and I need some relief. You scratch my back, I make sure you don't get your little ass split in Vale's prison. Sound fair?"

"S-Sounds like an abuse of power."

The commissioner nodded with a thin smirk. "Smart kid. Now drop your pants."


"G-goddamnit!"

The perps' fists tightened around the bars. His feet struggled to balance on the shallow support bar about middway between the floor and roof. Commissioner Belladonna's head bobbed against his girth, still firmly on her high heels. She'd made it blatantly clear that he was gonna be doing the work, and he was almost eager to obey.

Blake's frown was covered by her stuffed lips. Her jaw felt sore as he sawed between her cheeks, rubbing aginst her flailing tounge. She couldn't deny that he had the girth, that was clear as day.

The problem was...he was small - smaller than she'd anticipated. he wasn't gonna make it down her throat, or even have a chance of grinding against her full, plump booty. Her nose was already jabbing against his crotch, and she couldn't even feel him bumping the back of her mouth.

Maybe he was top shit in whatever delinquent group he ran with, but for a woman who'd taken far, far more impressive dicks from human and faunus alike… 'Well, not like I was gonna be boasting about this one anyway…' she sighed.

Still, the commissioner had a mission - a thinly veiled excuse to frisk a perp for her own, selfish benefits. She'd deal with this short changing and make sure his rehabilitation was as through as possible.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

Blake bobbed her head, sucking on the shaft caught between her lips. Her faunus ears twitched with every coarse groan and subdued curse that passed his lips. She didn't really bother to experiment, not when it was clear that this punk was already past the point of no return.

"F-Fucking cummin'"

Her mouth was stuffed with cum - copious, salty cum. Blake didn't really mind the taste, but wasn't in a hurry to stop it from sliding down her throat and into her grumbling stomach. 'Knew I should've grabbed something to eat...though that's what the bar WAS supposed to be for.'

She pulled off his cock, leaving a little dollap of cum hanging from her lips. The spent delinquent slid down the bars, gasping for breath. There was no denying that the woman was by far the best lay he'd had...all three of them so far. 'Heh, and all I had to do was wash outta Beacon for this? Worth it!'

Blake stepped back, eying the prone young man. She reached up and unbuttoned her jacket before letting it slide off her shoulders. His eyes honed on the black tattoo on her shoulder before he gawked at the rest of her attire. "The hell uniform is that?!"

Blake glanced down at her crop top and tight pants before shrugging. 'A reminder that I could've been out enjoying the night, you little shit. "Perks of power, kid."

Blake reached down and undid the buckle on her belt. She zipped down her pants and struggled to roll them off her shapely hips. A simple black garter and basic white lace panties greeted his sight. For added measure, the commissioner also unzipped her top and let her matching white bra pop out.

She let him get an eyeful of her underwear before turning and presenting her full ass. Her fingers hooked the sides and rolled down her panties, exposing both holes. "Well? I'm waiting…"

"W-Wha?"

Blake rolled her eyes at his ineptitude before spelling it out plain. "You're gonna need to put more into it than that - I'm still not convinced you're actually rehabilitated. So get it back up and pick a hole. Depending on how you do, I may give you a reward...maybe."

That jarred him to action, and he quickly slammed against the bars with his hard cock waving near her loins. She offered him a thin smirk before leaning back.

Tampering with surveillance equipment. Illicit, sexual relations with a suspect. Fraternization on precinct grounds. All crimes that went unheeded in the lens of the inert cameras of the holding cell.

Crime just came too easily to Commisioner Belladonna sometimes.