"The Informant"

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

"The Informant"

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An incident in the hotel's lobby had drawn the police, and the last thing Mister Kruger wanted anywhere near his operations, let alone his home, was police action. The penthouse condominium wasn't in his name, and no one but his most senior lieutenants even knew he lived here.

So, he sent his mistress down to investigate and, if necessary, interact with the cops. Despite her youth, the 24 year old Capri Caruso played a major role in her 58 year old sugar daddy's criminal empire. She'd been the property of Charles Kruger since she was 14 years old, though he hadn't so much as kissed her on the mouth until the night of her 18th birthday.

"Charlie", as she and she alone was permitted to call him, was a manipulative, sometimes brutal organized crime family boss whose operations included the trafficking of underaged girls for sex. Ironically, the one thing he wasn't was a pedophile. He'd waited until Capri reached her legal age before finally bringing her to his bed.

During the 10 years that she'd been at his side and 6 years that she'd been in his bed, the sexy brunette had become indispensable to Charles. She served not just as his mistress but as his personal assistant in all things business and personal both.

Capri kept his calendar, arranged his meetings, escorted him to them and to social gatherings and events. As he'd aged and become less socially active, she'd begun delivering a significant amount of his in-person communications to those with whom he did business.

Charles had lieutenants involved in and conducting his criminal activities, of course. But he also had cops, other civil servants, and politicians across the city, state, and even in Washington who he either had on his payroll or was blackmailing.

And there were legitimate business folk as well, people for whom Charlie was a Vito Corleone-like Godfather. He protected them from other criminals, often the petty crime type but also more organized crime types who attempted to compete with him. And he often stepped in with bags full of money when these good people needed help with business or personal issues.

And Capri had a hand in all of this. She knew all the players and all the games being played. And after a decade of being just one more of many players on the field, Capri had decided that it was time for her to make her move and become Captain of the team.

She descended the steps between the Penthouse elevator mezzanine platform and the lobby, approaching the now-four police officers tending to the situation. Those not in the know might have thought it was nothing more than a domestic dispute. Capri, however, knew the players and knew the verbal confrontation to have been taking place between one of the tenant's condo owners and a high priced escort.

Just as Charlie didn't want such attention in the lobby of his building, the John and his Date hadn't wanted the cops involved either. Security knew better than to call 9-1-1, which left only the possibility that a random civilian had called it in on their cell phone.

"Officers, hello, hi," Capri said as she approached. She smiled to them and spoke in a friendly tone. "I wonder if perhaps I might offer my assistance."

The Escort had gone instantaneously silent upon seeing Capri becoming involved. She was well aware of who Capri was, even if she didn't know that Charles Kruger lived upstairs in the penthouse. If Capri Caruso was tossing her hat into the ring of whatever this was, she was going to be silent and just follow the lead of the woman who was close to her own age.

"This bitch stole money from me," her John once again began spouting. He was tanked, and while he wasn't saying outright that he'd hired the woman for sex, the other seven here, as well as the two men behind the security desk, all knew what the situation was."

The officers were dealing with the situation and were trying to prevent the necessity of making arrest. But the tension and heat was only getting more intense.

"May I speak with the gentleman a moment," Capri asked one handsome cop who was young but seemingly more cool headed than his older counterparts. "Maybe I can calm him down."

The Sergeant amongst the four officers wasn't tickled with this young woman just barging into the situation. But Capri managed to pull the John aside for a short, quiet conversation. Trying not to be overheard by the cops, she promised the man that he would not only get his money back but would also be provided the service for which he'd been paying free of charge.

"You simply have to tell the officers you don't want to press charges," she told him, reaching a hand out and patting his chest in an intimate way. "Let the young lady go about her way, and I will ensure that your night ends as you had intended it to."

The man ogled Capri's bosom, then the remainder of her sexy body. He glanced to the other woman, who was pretty but not nearly as much so. He asked with a hopeful tone, "Really? You're not bullshitting me?"

"No, I'm not bullshitting you," Capri promised. She said in whisper, "Tell them."

He looked to the woman again, then to the Sergeant. Then he said firmly, "We're good. No problems. No charges. I'm good."

Capri patted his chest again, gestured him toward some comfortable arm chairs by the floor to ceiling windows, and told him, "Why don't you go wait for me."

She turned back to the cops, finding one pair of relieved partners already heading for the door. The Sergeant was offering the Escort her ID back and warning her about how to properly conduct her business.

Capri approached the younger cop, offered her hand, and told him, "My name is Capri. Thank you for your service to the city."

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For the Moderators: there is mention above about minors being trafficked for sex, but there will be ABSOLUTELY NO roleplaying of or even the VAGUEST of descriptions of girls <18 in the story. This is just a facet of the criminal operation that will be crushed by the characters as part of their police actions.

 

[shizzz]

Just another night on the beat. He hated this, it was a a waste of his time and his talents. Lance Morgan had been on the force for 2 years now and gone nowhere. Not only that but he’d had two other partners in that time, and both had been promoted.

He had no idea what he was doing wrong. He played by all the rules! He’d even scored well on his entrance exam and for the first few months his captain had been all, “your gonna go far kid” and all that shit, but here he was.

A call came over the radio, and his new partner James was quick to answer the radio

“Copy that central 213 is enroute”. The code came in a as a domestic disturbance, but given the address, he had his doubts.

It wasn’t long before they were talking to a halfway wasted gentleman and a gorgeous young girl. She had ID that had her 18, and she had obviously tried to pull a fast one on her ‘Jon’. Although those terms hadn’t been used yet, and just as he was about to cut through all the bullshit, a gorgeous brunette walked up to the small group.

Her hair was a mid shoulder length and maintained to perfection, her chest small, but high firm breasts were clearly visible with the loosely tied front of her dress. The tight material cling to her body and accentuated her curving hips and picturesque rear

“I’m sorry ma’am this is official business” his rookie partner piped up, but Lance cut him off, he had heard of her, well rather she had been seen moving through circles in the area that were….hard to touch.

After that his partner backed off and before long the gentlemen was dropping his complaint and the 2 parted their ways. He was shocked when she walked over to him, hips swaying oh so nicely

“Capri? Well hello I’m officer Morgan, Lance Morgan” he said as he took her small hand in his. It was small, petite, yet strong

“Just doing my job, but really your the one I should thank. Lots of paperwork dodged here tonight. Although I’m surprised that you were able to convince him to relax. He was quite adamant when we got here. What did you say to him?” He asked with a smile as his cool blue eyes fixed on her, and he ran his hands through his neatly combed black hair, doing his best Clark Kent.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“Capri? Well hello I’m officer Morgan, Lance Morgan.”

He took her hand, and she repeated his name back with a bit of sensuality in her tone, "Officer Lance Morgan. It's a pleasure to meet a handsome man in blue."

He talked about just doing his job, then told Capri that she deserved the thanks.

“What did you say to him?”

Capri looked to the man, sitting by the glass with an anxious look on his face. She suspected that he suspected that he'd just been fucked as much as he would be tonight.

She looked back to Lance, chuckled, and said, "I think I'll take the Fifth on that, Officer."

"Morgan," the Sergeant called from the open lobby door after having returned to retrieve the wayward patrolman.

"Back to the streets, Officer Lance" she said, her tone still flirty as she used his given rather than surname. She moved a bit closer, the space between them now intimate. She reached out to take one of his hands in her own, then retrieved the ink pen from his shirt pocket with long, slender fingers adorned by moderately long but professionally manicured and painted nails. Pressing the pen's tip to his palm, she wrote a phone number, then returned the pen to his pocket.

"We should talk," she said without any clarity as to why.

Then, she backed a few steps, giving Lance another good look at what her front side had to offer before turning and giving him the opportunity to ogle the back side as well.

She joined the John at the windows, spoke a few words to him, and offered a hand. Then, giving Lance one last flirty look, she walked the man off toward the elevators, never having explained to the cop how she'd settled the man down.

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled when she took the fifth, she definitely had a head on her, he thought to himself. Before he could respond though his partner called him, motioning for him to hurry up

“Yeah. You know the job of a beat cop is never done” he said, the smile on his lips fading at his own comment. But he felt her small hand take his, then she snagged his pen and scribbled her number in his palm, the pen tickled, but the feel of her hand on his was electric

His eye dipped to the open from of her dress as he tried to imagine what she would look like with out it

But sons she stepped back, smiling at him as she told her to call him. The. She turned and stride away, her hips swaying and her gorgeous as scrunching in all the right ways

He shook his head, after his partner called for him a second time

“Coming!” He called back, taking one last mental image of her, he headed back to the streets

The rest the night was uneventful, and when he got off he wrestled with calling her there and then, but it was late

He went home. And satiated himself to the memory of her in his shower before turning in for some shut eye, that smile was the last thing through his mind before he slept.


He woke 6 hours later, and rolled out of his bed and began his morning routine. A quick 4 mile jog, then his weights in his basement. His tiny house wasn’t much to speak of, but it had what he needed

After showering he looked at the clock, saw it was 11 in the morning. And decided to text her

‘ I’ll be at Sunshine Sweets for their brunch at noon if you want to meet’

Then he got dressed and headed out, very curious to see if she’d show

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

It was just barely past 11 o'clock when Capri's phone vibrated just one single time. She slipped naked out of bed, ensuring she didn't wake Charles, who she'd put to bed with a blow job last night, then pleasured back to sleep again this morning with a slow but satisfying fuck.

He'd likely sleep well past noon. He had a sweet life these days, with most of the daily mob boss things to do handled by his lieutenants and/or his mistress. Charles Kruger's professional responsibilities these days were mostly just making decisions: what business did or didn't the organization involve itself in, what people did or didn't he do that business with, and which of those people or other people did he have knocked off to ensure he kept control of it all?

She read the text and smiled, happily surprised that Patrol Officer Lance Morgan had contacted her at all. Oh, she was a beautiful, sexy, alluring woman, and he was, well, a guy, so anyone would have thought that he would call her back without delay.

But he was also a member of the Metropolitan Police Force, Capri was the mistress of a mob boss, and she figured that after he'd left the building last night, there was a 50-50 chance that he'd already known who she was or if not, a 50-50 chance he would have immediately tried to discover her identity.

Sunshine Sweets was, ironically, a perfect place for them to meet for brunch. It wasn't so far off the beaten path that she couldn't make an excuse to be seen there. But it also wasn't the type of place where she was likely to be seen by anyone who would care, including any number of Charles's subordinates or informants.

She showered, did her hair and makeup, dressed, and left word with Victoria, the maid, to let Mister Kruger know that she had a lunch date. "Please make sure he reads the note I left on my bureau."

Capri had learned long, long ago that it was best to never lie to Charles or, in those times when she needed to, keep as close to the truth as she could. In keeping with this, the note she left for him read: I am having brunch with that cute police officer I told you about last night before I blew your mind and your, well, you remember.

After returning to the condo last night, Capri had told Charles all about meeting Lance, about the drunk John, and about calling in one of her escort friends to tend to the latter's needs. Again, it was in keeping with the axiom about how the truth was easier to remember down the road than was a lie.

Capri walked into Sunshine Sweets a fashionable ten minutes late, paused at the door to spot Lance, casually struck a pose for him, then continued onward to his table with her hips swinging just a tad bit more than normal.

"I'm so happy you called, Officer Lance."

In reality, of course, he'd only texted. And Capri hadn't returned his message. She'd wanted to leave him wondering whether or not she was going to show up at all. She'd had her own questions about the meeting, too, the most obvious one being whether or not it was his day off and he would appear in street clothes or his uniform.

She offered her hand again as she stepped up close to him, similar to how she had last night when she'd scribbled into his palm, and said with a flirty smile, "I'm starving and in desperate need of an espresso."

 

[shizzz]

He recognized her as soon as she walked in the door. The pink out fit was adorable, but at the same time it cling to her figure in a way that made brunch a rewarding experience.

Her profile was delightful, and he found himself drawn to her slim waist and her pert heart shaped ass. It he had a feeling he was in for more than he was ready for, she was who he thought she was. This woman was involved in organized crime. He wasn’t sure how, but he was not about to end up on some payroll.

He stood up, his white tshirt clung tight to his broad 6’2 build, filled with the muscular frame you would expect from a one time college athlete and police officer. His pants were snug and he filled those well too. He had not skipped leg day as lots of athletes did. And that wasn’t all that was filling his jeans

He stood up and lifted his hand to take her offered hand, again feeling that charge that made his smile broaden

“Well then let me feed you” he said as he stepped to the side, used his other hand to pull out a chair, then using the hand she held, led her into her seat. He took his seat across from her.

The waitress appeared immediately and he ordered espressos then a fruit tray and 2 breakfast plates. Just in case she wasn’t the kind to eat heavy, you never knew these days.

“So what happened to our friend last night? I mean it was quite amazing how you took control of the situation and had us out of there in 5 minutes. “ he said as his eyes locked
On hers.

“So why did you want to talk?”

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Capri had eyeballed Lance on the way to his table, and as he turned to take his seat, she gave him and his fit ass another good look again. He was very handsome, very well built, and seemingly personable, polite, and charming.

This is going to be fun, she thought to herself.

Lance ordered, with Capri making only one addition, a small glass of grapefruit juice. He asked, “So what happened to our friend last night?"

"His date had gone sideways on him," she explained, "so I got him another date."

Capri giggled a bit. She didn't specifically tell him she'd called a professional, but she was sure enough that he understood that she said, "Don't call the cops on me. I would hate to have that on my record."

Of course, so far, she didn't have a record. Charles had made sure that she kept out of trouble and/or always has someone to take the heat for her if ever she was investigated, picked up, and/or arrested.

Capri did, however, have a police file -- well, an FBI file -- but in it she was only listed as a Known Associate of Charles Kruger and the criminal organization that the Feds called The Association.

“So why did you want to talk?”

Capri smiled wide. Playfully, she announced, "You're a handsome police officer. Why wouldn't I want to talk with you?"

The drinks arrived, and Capri sipped carefully at her espresso while looking over the cup's rim into Lance's eyes. She instructed, "Tell me about yourself, Lance. Married? I don't see a ring, but then, lot's of cops don't wear them..."

She waited to listen to what ever he wished to share, then asked, "Your family is here in town...? Close? Family is so important, particularly to someone in your line of work. It's nice to have someone near who cares about you when you need help."

Again, she listened to what Lance had to share. She asked about his job: time on the force, how he liked it, what his partner was like, what his career goals were. It was all designed to sound like a normal conversation between two people who'd only just met and not like an interrogation.

Of course, he was a police officer and he knew she had some connection to organized crime, so who knew how Lance was taking it all?

 

[shizzz]

Lance openly admired her as they talked. He enjoyed the conversation and he was careful to keep the appropriate information vague as she asked more and more about him

He drank in the shape of her lips, the color of her eyes, and thoroughly enjoyed her interest

But he was wary. And this was something he had heard talked about. He felt like he needed to do more research on this girl

He leaned closer, his eyes dipping from hers, to the tube top and back up again

“ I wouldn’t arrest you. You’re the prettiest pimp I’ve ever met” he said with a grin

“But enough about me. What about you. Where are you from” he asked and as she answered he tried to gauge what was truth and what was a lie.

“And what do you do for a living? Usually woman who like cops have a reason, and you don’t strike me as a badge bunny” he told her frankly. He was growing wary with how easily he was telling her everything about himself. He couldn’t tell what it was about her, but the longer they sat chatting, the lower his guard was slipping

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“I wouldn’t arrest you. You’re the prettiest pimp I’ve ever met.”

Capri laughed, sipped at her coffee again, and said soft enough so that others nearby couldn't hear, "They would call me a madam if I did things like that, not a pimp. And I'm not a madam. I just ... know people who do certain things for a living.

He asked, “What about you. Where are you from?”

"I grew up in Madison," Capri began, nibbling at the food the waitress delivered as she went on. "It's a little town east of here. Population 800, 600 of whom are sheep and goats.

"My parents died in a car crash when I was 13. I came to the city to live with a Great-Aunt. She smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish, so, I didn't spend a lot of time at home."

Capri hesitated, nibbling and sipping some more, wondering just how much she should tell Lance about her teen years. There weren't a lot of people who knew her whole story, for two reasons: one, it wasn't a story she shared with others freely; two, many of those who had learned the truth hadn't maintained her and Charles's privacy regarding it and, therefore, met with unfortunate tragedies.

But Capri was considering building a relationship of some sort with this police officer, and she thought that relationship might benefit from a serving of honest truth.

"When I was 14, I met a man who took me in," she began with blunt facts, clarifying quickly, "not into his bed but into his home only. He never touched me inappropriately, never made lewd suggestions, never peeped on me when I was bathing or using his private pool or laying in the tanning bed. He was a total gentleman.

"I had a ... what would you call her, a chaperone?" Capri continued. "Lydia helped raise me, like a mother really. She made sure I went to school, made sure I stayed away from people who would be bad influences, kept me away from drugs and alcohol and cigarettes and the like.

"My place in my host's house as a teen was ideal," she went on with a sincere tone and a pleased expression. Her expression faded a bit, though, when she looked Lance in the eyes and said, "But I always knew what Charlie wanted from me ... when I turned 18, I mean.

"My 18th birthday, he threw me the most grand birthday party I'd ever even imagined, with hundreds of guests who brought me more presents than I'd gotten from all the people in my life over all of my life," she said, her good natured expression and tone back. She laughed, then blushed, confessing, "I spent that night and much of the next day just opening them, then another three days sending personally hand written notes to thank each and everyone of them.

"Charlie got me a car, of course," she said, as if every girl got one for her 18th birthday. "A brand new Mercedes convertible."

Her smile faded again as she ended her tale with, "That night, Charlie took me to his bed for the first time. And the next day I was a woman."

Capri went quiet for a moment, sipping at her espresso and gesturing to the waitress for another one.

Lance asked, “And what do you do for a living? Usually woman who like cops have a reason, and you don’t strike me as a badge bunny.”

She laughed again, confirming, "No, not a badge bunny, though, to be honest, if I were one..."

Capri gave Lance a flirty smile as she sipped at her drink again, letting him fill in the blanks of which badge she would bunny with. "No, I am a Personal Assistant ... and, I guess you could say, very personal, Personal Assistant..."

Again she hesitated, before saying what Lance may or may not have already known, "...to Charles Kruger. I believe he is known by people in your line of work."

 

[shizzz]

Her honesty made his jaw drop. He hadn’t thought that he would get anything like this. Well at least she seemed honest, and the story was believable and tragic. He would have to do a little digging to confirm some of the back story. But admitting who she worked for was….well it was risky considering what he didn’t for a living

“Why are you telling me this” he asked as he began to look around. He was worried this was some kind of trap or setup. He didn’t see anyone that looked like They were members of the association. There was no one around that looked undercover. And that dress could hide a wire though

His eyes dipped down towards the cleavage of her dress, and he leaned closer, not thinking about how brazenly he was trying to look down her dress, the panic had gotten a hold of him

“Seriously, why are you telling me this?” He asked as he settled back down in his seat

“I know how your boss works. I’ve scene crime scene photos and read reports” he told her as he started to rise

“I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I’m. It the kind of officer that can be bought. Your wasting your time” he said as he stood up, fished out his wallet and tossed some money on the table, then he headed towards the door

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

(OOC: For anyone following the story, I accidentally started calling my main character "Chloe", as opposed to "Capri". I have a "Chloe" in 2 other role plays.)

“Why are you telling me this,” Lance asked. “Seriously, why are you telling me this?”

He leaned forward and ogled her breasts rather conspicuously. Or, at least, that was what Capri thought he'd been doing. She would only realize when he stood up and stormed out that he must have thought she'd been wearing a wire.

She didn't blame him, of course. This situation was indeed ... peculiar for a good cop, which Capri assumed and hoped Lance was.

“I know how your boss works,” he began, describing some of Charles's more sinister abilities and tendencies.

It made Capri feel dirty with guilt, simply for being connected to Charles, as his Personal Assistant or his personal assistant. But then, that was why she was here today, wasn't it. She wanted out. But, it wasn't as simple as simply walking away. That would only get her killed.

He stood and stormed away from the table, and Capri was tempted to run after him. But as certain as she was that there was no one following her or otherwise tracking her, she had to be careful. And chasing down a patrol officer was not something she could explain to Charles, particular when that cop was tall, dark, and handsome and her pussy and mouth were supposed to be Charlie's only.

She waited until Lance was out of sight, sipped at her grapefruit juice, then her espresso, then ate some more of her meal. Finally, she pulled a burner phone out of her purse, one she'd already entered his phone number under the contact name Big Bad Wolf. Bee-Bee-Dub, as Charles knew him, was a street thug who did favors for him off books at times, and if Charles was to find Capri's phone and see calls or texts to it, he would have assumed it was in regards to tasks he'd asked Capri to get in the works.

The message read:

Friday 11pm, 33rd and Connecticut.
32 kilos of pure coke.
Sellers and buyers heavily armed.
Do not skimp on backup, be careful.
BTW, you look good in your blues,
but let me help and you will
be wearing street clothes to work.
And a gold shield.
C.​

The instant she sent the text, she deleted it from the phone. With it being a cheap burner and no cloud access, the only way Charles of anyone from the Association ever seeing the text was if they used their police contacts and a judge's warrant to get them from the phone company.

That was, of course, a risk. But it was one Capri was willing to take. She finished her espresso, stood, and headed out, hoping that Lance trusted her enough to follow up on the text's information and get their relationship started.

 

[shizzz]

He wasn’t sure if he was being paranoid. Maybe he was just being safe? Yeah that was it, or so he told himself as he left the restaurant, he hopped in his car and drove off.

He spent 15 minutes just driving around, checking for tails, and half jumped out of his seat when his he got a text.

He looked at his phone when he came to a red light. Looking at the information he didn’t know what to do.

If this was true, this was exactly what he needed!!!

He was so distracted that the car behind him had to honk several times before he realized the light was green.

The next few days blew by, as Friday came around he was more than jittery. He had put some feelers out in the dept, asking around where he could about Kruger and his associates, he even looked up a few surveillance photos. Yeah that was Capri alright.

So it was really her, and the story she had told, well he could see that she had accepted her place, but wandered how much of it she had chosen?

But he had an informant!! He had an inside man, well woman, and what a woman! He thought as he recalled watching her walks away that first night he met her

And so he was in. He had told a few friends in his shift that he wanted them in the ‘area’ cause he had a hunch. He had even been able to verify that seat would be able to respond quickly. They weren’t on any raids tonight

He had gotten an unmarked car, and as he cruised by the intersection he saw two cars in an alley off the little shop, which was a know front of Kruger’s.

“It’s a go guys!” He said over his radio. He grabbed the shotgun he had by the baseboard and parked the car, then circling around the corner, creeping up the alley

He saw 2 men taking duffel bags over to another car, and 3 other man watching out, not seeing him in the shadows. Then he saw 2 other gentleman exchanging an envelope

“7 perps” he said into his radio and just as he heard sirens, from his back up, while hiding behind a dumpster.

“Freeze, this is the police, nobody move!” He called out.

The next 5 minutes were a bloody hail of bullets. 2 cops injured, all 7 perps dead

32 kilos of coke and 300$k

He made the paper the next day and his boss was applauding his ‘ instincts

‘Thanks. We need to meet

L’

He pressed send, wondering where this was going to go, but hoping the next bust would be just as good. He was a little curious since it had been a Kruger man taken out. And the bust did stick, well the toe tag certainly did.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

The next few days were hell for Capri. She'd never once gone against Charles or the Association in even the slightest of ways. She'd never even feigned a headache when Charlie was in the mood to unload his balls but she wasn't eager to have him fill her pussy or mouth. Leaking information about a major coke deal was as new to Capri as being abducted by aliens.

And then came the rapping on their bedroom door at 11:12pm Friday night. Charlie called out Come, and one of his closest lieutenants entered with the word that the police had hit the Old Town drug buy.

Charlie rarely shielded Capri from such information, so she heard all the men were saying as she sat their in their bed with the sheets held up to her otherwise naked bosom: dead Association men, dead coke dealers, dead cops maybe.

Capri's heart skipped a beat at the thought that Patrol Officer Morgan might be dead. No, that wasn't accurate. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Lance being dead. She hadn't been able to get past the image of the handsome cop storming out of the restaurant that day. And now, the next time she saw him, it might be when she looked at the front page of the City News and found references to his too short career as a heroic police officer.

Maybe he wasn't there, her brain tried to convince her heart. Maybe he handed it off to the Narcotics Division or to the DEA? Maybe he ignored your text and this is all a coincidence.

"I have to go, sweetie," Charlie told Capri, leaning over to kiss her on the lips softly.

She reached out to grasp his hand, pulling him back for another more intimate kiss. She told him, "Be safe, Charlie. Come back to me."

Despite the lieutenant still standing just feet from the bed, Capri let the sheets fall, exposing the delicious, firm bosom he loved to so often nipple and suck at. "I'll be waiting."

Charlie smiled, leaned down to kiss a tit, promised to return soon, and turned to go dress in his walk-in closet.

Capri covered up again, then just sat there for the longest time trying what to do next. She wanted so badly to call, not text, Officer Lance and ensure that he was safe and healthy. Her burner was in a secret compartment in the bottom of her purse, hanging in her own walk-in.

But she feared being discovered. After something like this, the Association's reaction was to look into each and every person who had any knowledge of the failed business deal. That would, of course, include Capri, as she had been present for at least one of the discussions about it and had passed on some of the banking information associated to the retrieval of the cash from a downtown safe deposit box.

She didn't sleep the rest of the night. Charlie didn't come home until almost noon, and when he did he was thankfully not in the mood to have his cock shined. By the time Capri slipped out of bed, City Digital had posted the first, rather vague reports of the drug bust: 2 police officers shot but stable at City General with non-life threatening bullet wounds; 7 perpetrators dead with some of them positively identified as members of The Association while others were foreign nationals; and over 30 kilos of cocaine and an unspecified amount of cash seized.

By midday, City Digital and the actual paper newspaper that Charlie read each day were filled with more details of the raid. And to Capri's delight and relief, both featured the Police Academy Graduation photo of one Patrol Officer Lance Morgan, who was being credited for playing a major role in uncovering and executing the raid.

"Tell me this man isn't on our payroll," Charlie said to the lieutenant who had been at his side or outside his bedroom door since before midnight. The answer was no, of course, to which Charlie said, "I want to know everything there is to know about this cop."

Capri's stomach turned over at hearing the head of the Association saying this. How ironic was it that when she slipped away to go text Lance with a warning, that she would find she'd received a text from The Big Bad Wolf:

‘Thanks. We need to meet

L’​

A smile spread Capri's face as she contemplated her reply. She tapped in:

I sometimes speed down Roosevelt Blvd.
It would be a shame if I got stopped.
Say tomorrow, 11am?​

The rest of the day, Capri stuck as close to Charles as she could, listening in on anything that might be said about the bust or the young cop who'd play a key role in it. Thankfully she didn't hear anything that sounded like a threat on his life. Charlie simply wanted to know all he could about Officer Morgan.

The next day, telling Charlie that she had to go to the spa and have some work done on that part of her body that he loved so dearly, Capri put the top down on her latest Mercedes convertible and headed for the Roosevelt neighborhood, where Charlie's lieutenant had learned Officer Morgan was often assigned.

She pulled up to a red light, and a moment later a young man in an also convertible Cadillac pulled up next to her. They exchanged glances, then smiles, then he said, "Hi, beautiful."

"Hi, handsome," she flirted back.

"Nice car," he said, asking, "Fast?"

"Fast enough to beat you to The Hideaway," she said. She could see from his reaction that he was well aware of the no-tel' motel that was about 10 blocks ahead down Roosevelt. She challenged, "First one there gets to pick first position?"

His face showed mixed shock and delight at the realization that this young beauty had just propositioned him. Capri looked ahead, revved the Mercedes' engine, and as the light turned green, hollered to the man, "I like it on top!"

She bolted her car forward and for the first block or so was leading the impromptu drag race. But Capri's gas pedal wasn't anywhere near being on the floor board, and by the second block the Cadillac -- with its whooping driver -- shot past her for the third light.

She let the man get nearly a block ahead of her before she eased up on the gas, and from somewhere of which she wasn't entirely certain, an MPD cruiser suddenly appeared behind her, its strobe light flashing.

She could only hope that it was Lance.

The Cadillac disappeared from view, the driver apparently not horny enough to risk a felony charge for potentially life-threatening operation of an automobile.

Capri fished her driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance out of her glove box, then waited for the officer to step up to her driver's side, where he would get a view of her that, from just forward of the side mirror, just might give the man a peek at the white, lacy panties clinging tightly to her folds.

 

[shizzz]

Lance smiled at her response, then tucked his phone away. He was being briefed on some of the Associations members. He had been ‘invited’ to sit in in case he had any insights on these members and some of their routines, based off his time on the streets

He did actually recognize a few and even had some comments of his own, not that were near as helpful as hers. But seeing the text, he wondered what was next. He was definitely starting to like the way he was being treated at work, and the chance to see her again….well that was icing on the cake.

He put his phone back, checked his watch, and focused.

2 hours later he was sitting in one of the radar spots o n Roosevelt when he recognized a white convertible flying by, it had been in more than one photo he had seen. The girl driving had been to, but she had not really been mentioned to at all during the debrief.

He was grateful as she slowed down, then when she saw the lights, she turned up a small side street with a warehouses and fabrication buildings. She came to a stop in a small
Secluded lot

Lance got out of his car a moment later, making sure no one was tailing her. It was not uncommon for her to have a few dogs sent to watch her.

As he got out, looking around he slowly strode up to the car, pausing beside her door

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He glanced down, eyeing her luscious thighs, microskirt and her corset top, that while high enough, the neckline scoped out, exposing those firm tits of hers

“License and registration ma’am?” He said as he leaned closer, “you know how fast you were going?” He asked as his eyes slid over her form, admiring her build, and checking for a wire. His eyes catching the nearest hint of white with how high her skirt had ridden

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“License and registration ma’am?”

"Of course, Officer," Capri said with a lilt in her voice, adding playfully, "Officer Lance."

She handed him the requested papers, still wearing her dark sunglasses so that she could ogle his magnificent physique. Then, she looked to his face for his reaction to finding sandwiched between the papers the article about the bust, complete with his picture.

"Aren't you that famous, brave, heroic cop who saved our city from those horrendous drug dealers Friday?" Capri asked. She pulled her glasses down onto her nose and batted her eye lids flirtatiously at him, giggling. She suggested, "I'd love if you autographed that. Just make it out, To the cutest Badge Bunny ever, drive safe, Officer Lance."

Capri couldn't help but giggle again.

 

[shizzz]

He chuckled as she teased him, once again she was throwing him off guard. Her simple air and familiarity while he was engaged in what was easily the most dangerous time in his life, and the most important for his career

He took the paper And looked them over. Or pretended to, his eyes were all over her

“Sorry ma’am I don’t do autographs. But I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the car, walk around to the front of your car and place your hands on the hood.

She smiled at him as she complied, her hips swaying generously as she walked to the front of the car. He followed her at a distance

“Never would have thought you’d be a badge bunny” he said with a smile. As she leaned over to put her hand on the hood she arched her back, her skirt rising high, her ass just barely unexposed.

He swallows has he stepped up behind her. He squatted down and put his hands around her ankles

“Just a standard search ma’am” he said as he checked both her ankles feeling around her shoes. As he glanced up he could clearly see her panty clad mound. He swallowed. He stood up, putting his hands on her upper thighs, and slid his thumbs under the skirt along her hot silky skin

“Just checking for any hidden devices. I assume you can understand my need for caution” he said as his hand slid around to the front of he thighs.

His hips pressed into her ass a she leaned over her, breathing deep to take in her scent, his hands gripped hers a she pulled her back agains thin, her round rump rubbing against his upper thighs, hiking her skirt up.

His hands slid up her sides and around her chest, grazing her breasts a she gazed down her top admiring those plump pert apples on her chest. He could just imagine how pretty her titties must be.

He stepped back, finding nothing on her

“Seriously. What game are you playing. I know who you are” he said as his eyes dipped down to where her skirt had ridden up, exposing a hint of her plump ass cheeks

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Capri was a bit surprised when Lance asked her out of the car, then opened the door and stepped back. She contemplated telling him no, then delving into why she'd asked him to meet. But just as he'd ogled her oh so conspicuously, arriving at desires many men developed for her, Capri had scoped out his manly-man physique and had already imagined a couple of positions in which she would have enjoyed having him in while his cock rampaged her pussy.

She held nothing back in the sway and shake of moving to the front of the car, then ensured she moved her body in concert with the feel of his hands over her. She peeked back when his hand slid up her thigh, preparing to scold him for being too bold. But he ceased his upper movement before he violated her no go area.

When he'd touched her to the degree that normally was saved for a female officer upon a perp's arrival at a holding facility, he turned her around and asked, “Seriously. What game are you playing. I know who you are.”

Capri had figured that Lance had done his research on her, so his admission of knowing her identity wasn't a shock. Again feeling as though the plain truth was better than the most amazing lie, she told him, "I want you to help me take down Charlie ... Charles Kruger ... the man who has ruled over me for ten years ... has fucked me with that god awful looking cock of his for six of those ... made me ... made me put that thing in my mouth."

As she'd spoken, the venom in her heart for Charles made itself very obvious. She hesitated a moment, then continued, "Charles Kruger is on his way out. I don't know if MPD is aware of that yet, but they will be soon enough. There are powerful men inside the Association who would like nothing more than to replace Charlie ... Charles.

"When that happens, this town is fucked! As bad as you think organized crime is under Charles's tutelage, when he's gone and his lieutenants begin fighting over control of the Association ... bodies are gonna stop dropping so fast you're gonna need a truck sized catcher's mitt."

Capri reached down and tugged her tiny, denim skirt back into place, realizing that she was feeling a draft between her legs. As she reached upward this time, to boost her bosom within the tight fitting corset, she continued, "I can deliver you the worst of the worst when it comes to Charlie's lieutenants and other crooks, from the companies that launder his drug money to the politicians who prevent tough on crime laws from being passed to the dirty cops and prosecutors who make sure he and his ilk don't go to jail."

She smirked a bit, asking, "By the way, that Sergeant from the other night, Billings ... you know, the one that wanted to bust the hooker. He's on Charlie's payroll. I just thought you might want to know that before you trusted him with your life in some upcoming shootout with Association thugs."

She turned and returned to the driver's seat of her little speedster, slipping her sunglasses back onto her face. "I'm not giving this all to you for free, though. I'm gonna want something in return. It's nothing you'll dislike, I assure you. I'm not gonna make you clean up dirty by becoming dirty."

Capri knew even as she was saying this last bit that it was a lie. There were things she needed from Lance that could get him suspended, fired, jailed, or even killed. But she wasn't about to tell him that just yet. She figured she wait on that until they'd become lovers and he would do just about anything to continue getting her out of her panties.

 

[shizzz]

Well she was clean, and thoroughly pissed, but as she started cutting to the chase he felt reassured that this wasn’t some sort of scheme, and at the same time he was alarmed. That kind of venom could be very dangerous.

He stood there as she unloaded, then watched as she turned back and got in her car, leaving him standing at the hood

“I know nothing is for free, but I’ve got no assurances from you on any of this.” He told her, and he would have to check into his partner, that was worrisome. Then he began to wonder about his other partners. How they had risen so fast. How deep were Kruegers pockets?

“Fine. I’ll help you clean up these thugs, but I’m here to take it down, not hand it over to you. So don’t think for one second that I’m not watching you too” he said as his blood began to rise

To think she was going to try and use him!

He strode over to her door, but he caught himself, keeping that infamous temper under control

“We e got a deal. For now, but just know that every time we meet, I’m going to take precautions. I don’t trust you, and I’m sure you don’t trust me. But it’s pretty obvious what I’m gonna do. I have no idea what your gonna do. Or what your end game is” he told her with a smile.

Then he put his hands on her door and leaned down, god her scent was intoxicating. And those eyes!! And her skin

His voice waiver Ed a bit before he got himself back under control

“But all that aside. What’s next? You tell me your move and I’ll look into it. No promises from me” he said. He wasn’t gonna be her lackey, jumping after every rat she flushed out of the sewers

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Capri understood Lance's reservations, but his firm statement that he was here to take it down, not hand it over to her was conflicting. She worked for, and even slept with, of course, an organized crime boss, but she disliked criminal activity as much as Lance did.

On the other hand, the Association, via Charles Kruger, had provided her with a comfortable life. Controlling the Association, its power, and its money was the most lucrative and comfortable life Capri would likely ever have.

Even the horrific option of continuing on as the bed mate of the new godfather would be better than being casted off to become a waitress at some minimum wage greasy spoon.

“We've got a deal,” Lance told her. “For now...”

He talked about trust and precautions, then asked, “What’s next?”

Capri smiled, turned over the Mercedes' engine, and told him, "I'll let you know."

She looked him up and down once again, letting her head tilt down and up so that her dark shades wouldn't hide the ogle. Before she shot the car off down the street she told him again, "God, you look good in blue."

She almost added I'd like to see you OUT of blue but didn't think it was appropriate ... yet.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

Capri spent much of the next week contemplating a very important subject: her friends and enemies list. She wanted to control the Association. She needed to control the Association. It was her one, best hope for a secure future. And to do so, she needed to know who would support her and who wouldn't.

The latter, of course, would be those on whom she would inform to Officer Morgan. They all had their hands deep into one criminal activity or another, and Capri was confident that she could find some way to sick Lance on them like a crime fighting canine.

But her new friend in blue had made it clear that he wasn't about to be her lapdog either. So, Capri had been contemplating another subject over the past week: going straight.

The Association owned hundreds of businesses that appeared legit on the outside but, often, were fronts for laundering of money, distribution of illicit products including drugs, and providing services including but certainly not limited to prostitution, bookmaking, and fencing of stolen objects.

Capri believed that, with the right people supporting her and, of course, Lance's assistance in purging key, opposition players, that she could convert many of these businesses to fully legit operations. In other cases, she might at least be able to rid them of the most reviled aspect of them.

There was a prime example of this, and after texting Lance to arrange a meet, she was sitting in the back of a cafe off the beaten path where she didn't think anyone would recognize either of them.

"The Association is trafficking young girls and boys into the city for the sex trade," she told him after the waitress had delivered their coffees and lunch plates. "This isn't news to you, I'm sure."

She paused a moment as a couple passed by, heading for the cash register. Once alone again, Capri continued, "There is a shipment coming in just four days from now. Trent O'Connor is the man who heads the Association's Prostitution Division."

She smirked and chuckled softly, continuing, "Yes, they actually call it that, with a capital P and a capital D. O'Connor doesn't typically make a showing at the delivery of ... new product. That is, unless there is a problem."

She sipped at her coffee, looking over the rim at Lance, then with a smile told him, "I ... can make sure that there is a problem. He'll show up, you bust him with the--"

The word stuck in her throat. "The children ... and once again, you're a hero and your face is all over the newspaper. You'll have Badge Bunnies lining up to make their furry parts available to you, assuming there's a woman left in this town who has furry parts anymore."

They chatted about the details, of which Capri knew one would be what she got out of this. "I can urge Charlie to replace O'Connor with someone who will no longer use underage product. Yeah, I hate that word, too, but that's the Association's word."

She paused again as some patron's passed, then continued, "And I can do more. I can use my influence to weed out the pimps and madams using drugs to keep the brothel workers addicted. I can urge runaways and young girls and boys to leave the business, to return home to their families, to go back to school. I can arrange medical care for the workers ... health checkups, for sexually transmitted diseases in particular. I can save lives, Lance, literally."

Capri leaned in closer. "I know it's not what you would prefer. You would like to see the brothels shut down and prostitution in this town eliminated. But you and I both know that that isn't going to happen. So, isn't it better to control and improve the business, rather than tear it down only to have it build up again under the control of someone you don't trust?"

 

[shizzz]

He had waited to here from her, and he had spent a lot of time recalling that frisking he gave her. Everything about it was so intense in his memory he could close his eyes and practically relive it.

So by the time the meeting she set up came around, he was practically jonesing for her

But as he sat down, in the back of a small cafe, she wasted no time in telling him her plans. He liked them. He liked her logic. He liked her. He did not like her end game

He had to admit he just didn’t like the business but he knew it would never go away. He thoroughly understood the oldest business in history

“So you are gonna be a pimp, I mean madam” he said as he corrected himself with a smile

“I can’t promise anything about that. But I can agree to taking down bad guys and the worse they are the more I want them” he said nonchalantly, he had enjoyed gunning down those thugs in the alley. He enjoyed righteous violence, and that was his vice. He knew that.

“As long as you understand that there are no half measures. Anyone you send my way is going down. No deals, no half measures, nothing. They get the law” he said Cooley and calmly, his blues eyes locked on hers with a casual confidence as he spoke

So who do I get first?

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

“So you are gonna be a pimp,” Lance asked, correcting, “I mean madam.”

"Better me than the people doing it now," Capri said, expressing her opinion. "I can clean up this business. The Association controls the city's prostitution. Brothels, call service, even most of the street whores. I can cut out the violence, the underage participation, the drugs. I just can't do it without your help, Lance."

“I can’t promise anything about that...” he said, speaking about how if they did this, they did it all the way.

"I'll provide you the names, the places, the times," she promised. "You get the bad guys. Do what you have to. I won't ask you to hold back."

That wasn't entirely true, but Capri didn't know that yet. A few months from now, one of her supporters would be taken in on legitimate charges, crimes for which he could potentially spend years in jail, and Capri would ask Lance to do what he could to help the man avoid the beef. But that was still a long ways off.

He asked, "So who do I get first?"

Capri slipped out of the booth, telling him, "I'll have all the details you need tonight, tomorrow night at the latest. I'll text you with..."

She had put her sunglasses back on in anticipation of stepping outside into the bright light of day and hesitated a moment now to once again look him up and down. She changed direction, saying, "There's a fountain in Carnival Park. I'll meet you there tomorrow, 7pm, with everything you need to know."

If he had nothing more to say or ask, Capri would depart and head back to the condo to begin her intelligence gathering.

 

[shizzz]

He watched her as she rose, realizing he wanted her to stay longer. They had said all the things they needed to say, but he wanted to spend more time with her, but he didn’t know why. He couldn’t tell her of course, and he hated to see her go, but he loved to watch her leave.

“We’ve got to stop meeting in public, we need to find somewhere we can both get to, but has somewhere we can meet in private. Theirs a nail salon on 5th, dragon nails, you know it?” He asked her as he shifted, his eyes glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

“There is a door next to the ladies room, its a janitors closet, step in there, and pull the light bulb over the sink down. We busted a gambling ring 2 years back and the place was sold. They don’t know it exists. There is another entrance, well an exit really, and I know where that is. We can meet down there and talk through some details without worrying about people seeing us together. “ his eyes glancing around.

“I know we are asking for trouble if anyone sees us. You and your cronies, but if the cops see me the could get me from either side if they are one of kruegers cronies” he told her.

Then He nodded, “see you at 7”, he turned to stair at her as she left, clinching his fists, and biting his lip as he imagined what her ass would feel like in the palm of his hand

What the hell was he doing!!? He asked himself as he shook his head. She had stepped out the door and his real brain had checked in. He was playing with fire, and he was going to get burned if he didn’t get his head out of her ass, and back in the game.

He waited another 20 minutes, then pulled his hood up, and swiftly steppped out.

He went straight to his gym, where he lifted his sexual frustrations away, exhausting himself. Then at home he was able to shower up, a very cold shower, then hit the sack.

He had an early morning shift, and wanted to get to the hidden dive well before 7 to make sure everything still worked.



That evening he stepped into the alley on the block down from the nail salon, he used a key to undo the outer padlock, then locked it on the inside once he was through. The door was a non descript black door in a tracheas alley.

It opened to a stairwell that only went down. Had one long hallway with one door at the end. That door opened into a swanky, 80s style casino. He pulled the sheets off of one gaming table and the chairs.

He turned on the lights, went to the entrance she would come through and checked that it would open

The room was hot, he pulled off his hoodie, and sat there in a white t shirt and pair of blue jeans waiting patiently

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Capri listened to Lance about the nail salon and the need for privacy if they were to continue meeting in person. Despite the suggestion being about business, she -- like he -- was having thoughts about that privacy being for more personal reasons.

“See you at 7”, he told Capri.

"See you at 7," she repeated.

...........​

"I'm going to the salon," Capri told Charles as she leaned over to kiss him softly on the mouth.

He was watching some sports recap show on a massive television that took up nearly an entire wall in his den, and Capri didn't think he even heard her.

"I'll be back around nine."

"Take Harry with you."

She stopped, turned, and whined, "Really?"

Charles turned and gave her a once over look. Capri wore a little black dress that clung to her curves. Ironically, it was less sexy than much of what she wore when out into public when on Charles's arm.

"Take Harry," he repeated firmly. He turned back to the television as he stressed, "I want my girl safe."

Capri knew not to fight Charles on this as it might make him think she was meeting a man. Instead, she feigned a tone of appreciation, telling him, "You're too good for me, Charlie."

"I found a new place," she told the bodyguard as he pulled the Cadillac out of the underground garage. "Dragon Nails, on 5th."

Harry knew where it was, of course. It had been a competitor to the Association's gambling operations, so Charlie's people had put their bought and paid for cops onto it. The Association had considered operating there themselves, but they already had plenty of underground gambling locations operating all about town.

"I'll be out in an hour," Capri told Harry when he pulled the Cadillac to the curb

As he opened her door and gave her a hand out, he told her, "I'm supposed to--"

"You're supposed to do as I say!" she cut him off. Then, with a softer tone, she told the bodyguard, "These people don't know who or what I am. Just once, I'd like someone to think I'm just a normal girl."

Harry didn't like it, but he relented. Capri suggested he get a coffee at the mom and pop diner right behind him, then headed across the avenue and into the salon. It was a popular place, and the hostess told her it would be a while. Capri acknowledged the woman, then set to wandering about, feigning an interest in the various products offered on shelving separating the individual work stations and private rooms.

Capri casually found her way to the hallway, looked for prying eyes and found none, opened the appropriate door, and stepped inside. It made her smile, thinking about the speak easies of the prohibition era. She pulled on the string for the light bulb, heard a click, and pushed on a small section of faux wall supporting a variety of brooms and other cleaning objects.

A short hallway led to a bit of a foyer, lit by a single bulb. Capri suddenly realized that she was trembling, though she didn't know if it was from the chill of the space or her fear of the unknown. She continued forward slowly, stepping into the larger space in which tens of thousands of dollars had once been won and more often lost at any of the various tables that were now covered to protect them from the dust.

Capri flinched at the sight of a dark figure, then realized that it was, of course, her newly befriended police officer. He was in street clothes once again, his tee shirt showing off his buff body. She looked around for signs of anyone else, didn't find anyone -- as expected -- and made her way slowly toward him.

She didn't mean to do it, not consciously anyway, but her hips swayed a bit more than normal as she crossed the room to stand at the opposite side of the table he'd uncovered. Capri ran a hand over the red felt, purring, "They're always so soft. Reminds me of this teddy bear I had as a little girl."

Opening her purse, Capri took out a folded piece of paper and tossed it onto the table before Lance. "Time and place of the transfer. There's gonna be at least 20 girls, 6 boys. All minors, all foreign. Asia. Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai. Maybe--"

The words stuck in her throat. The subject matter was hard for Capri to think about, let alone speak about. She'd had no idea what the Association did when she was taken in by Charles. She'd been a minor then, even though her sugar daddy had waited until she was 18 to even lay a hand on her, let alone do what would be done to these children while they were so inappropriately young.

Bringing an end to this sexual exploitation of minors had been a dream of Capri's ever since she'd learned of it. She's actually spoken about it with Charles before, asking him if he couldn't end it with just the wave of his hand. "You are the most senior member of the Board, Charlie. You can stop this."

But he'd told her he couldn't, that it was simply too profitable and too engrained in the Associations' operations. She'd learned later, though, that Charlie was the one who'd pushed for more importation of young product.

Charles wouldn't end this exploitation, so Capri would. With Lance's help.

She pointed to the paper the officer had opened and explained about the names listed. They included two top lieutenants, four other made men, and two detectives in the Organized Crime Task Force.

Regarding those last two, Capri asked with concern, "Is that going to be a problem for you? Taking down other cops?"

 

[shizzz]

He smiled as she walked in, her eyes roaming around the room as she strode forward. He watched her lithe form wrapped tight ina black dress that hugged her body deliciously. He smiled as he saw her tense when her eyes landed on him

She smiled as she strode forward, his eyes drawn to the way her hips shifted as she strode to the table, her fingers caressing the material before she tossed him a piece of paper from her purse

He leaned forward to pull it from the table, the loght hung low over the table, casting shadows along his outstretched arm that accentuates the hard lines of his muscular limbs. His eyes rose as he looked at the names. He had heard some of them from the briefing he sat in, and this officer names had been present for that as well. This info was very…..hot

He looked up when she asked him about the names, and this had hairs rising in the back of his neck, reminding him of the danger he was playing with.

He rose up from the table, walked around the table slowly

“You know what they say. Trust but verify” he said with a smile as his eyes slid over her dress, admiring how tightly it cling to her form, but there were some ruffles here and there on it where material was bunched up

“After what you’ve told me I can’t see this as being a set up, if it’s true, which I think it is” , he said as he slowly came around the table, coming to a stop behind her. He took a deep breath, her scent driving him crazy

“But I’ve still gotta check you for a wire. And you can check me too” he said as his hands went to her hips. His finger stayed off of her inner thigh, but they did slide very low over the hen, across her hips, feeling where her hips met her abdomen, so very low. Then they rose up over her stomach, riding along her ribs, then his largeMuscular hands spread wide, and slid over her firm breasts, moving a little slower then necessary, but fingers spread wide to make sure he covered everything.

His hands then rose up to her shoulders, fingers caressing the back of her neck, as he stepped back, his fingers sliding over her back, dropping low, his fingers scooping each full pert ass cheek in his hands, his member throbbing, and thickening as his blood responded to her form, and the heat of her body so close to his. Finally He stepped back

“Now you do me. Fair is fair” he said as he lifted his hands out to his sides.

 

[JustAnotherHornyGirl]

Capri was waiting for Lance's response to the information when he began coming slowly around the table, telling her, “You know what they say. Trust but verify.”

She understood what he meant: he was going to check her for a wire again. She tried to restrain her smile and, for the most part, did. Capri knew or at least greatly suspected that he didn't fully trust her yet, but at the same time she knew that Lance was using that uncertainty simply to put his hands upon her body.

His hands roamed all about her back side, including over her buttocks and again high up between her thighs, almost to the point that his extended index finger made contact with her thong-enclosed pussy. She turned to look up into his eyes -- when they weren't on her curves, that is -- and felt a yearning down below as he ran his hands between her breasts and then over each of them.

She saw the expression on his face, smiled wider without restraint this time, and excused his familiarity with her tits: "Have to know, right, Officer?"

Then he stepped back, lifted his arms from his sides, and said, “Now you do me. Fair is fair.”

Capri looked Lance's magnificent body up and down, letting her gaze settle on his groin where his cock was so obviously partially or fully hardened from his frisking of her. Then, leaning back against the poker table and crossing her arms below her bosom, causing it to only be highlighted more from a bit of a boost, Capri said, "I trust you, Lance."

Looking once more to his crotch, then up, she clarified, "If I put my hands upon you now, Officer Morgan ... I won't stop until I have taken all your clothes off, all my clothes off, and mounted you like the stallion I suspect you are."

She hesitated a moment just to let that sink into his mind before she explained why she wasn't going to do that. "I have put myself in a dangerous situation, bringing you this information, going against the Association and against Charles Kruger. I believe that I can keep Charles from discovering what I am doing..."

Capri hesitated again, drawing and exhaling a deep breath that only swelled her bosom more. Then, with an obviously disappointed tone, she told him, "But Lance ... if I became you lover ... something I want more than you can imagine ... I couldn't hide that from Charles ... from Charlie. He would know. And he would have me killed. But not before he beat out of me your identity ... and had you killed, too. Knowing him, he would kill us in front of each other ... taking his time."

Capri's eyes had begun to glisten, and she turned away to hide the threatening tears from him. She finished, "I can't do that to you, Lance."

She wanted to believe that she could keep their relationship professional. But deep down, Capri knew that soon enough, she'd be naked with Lance and crying out in ecstasy and he fucked her hard and long into the night. She'd known it the day she'd written her phone number on the palm of his hand.

Trying to take the meeting back to its original purpose, Capri said, "Do you have any more questions about the raid. Is that what you call it, a raid?"