Grand Theft: Sinful in San Andreas - (Closed)

[IntriguedLover]

~This thread is closed to myself and Dreamwalker85~

Character Profile: Agent Alexandra "Alex" Sandoval - Age 29 - Assistant Special Agent in Charge at FIB, currently undercover in Los Santos.

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Los Santos. City of sinners and killers, gangs and hoe-bangs. City of movies and high life, Rockford Hills and yachting thrills. It's considered the city that never sleeps. Okay - that's not entirely true, but I would put it that way. It's one helluva place, that's for sure. With drugs being filtered in constantly from Sandy Shores and even as far north as San Fierro, I was ordered in by my superiors to track down the 'kingpin' of the main drug cartel that is leading the effort. So far, things have not been looking up for me. Unless you consider this undercover job part of it, hell.. It's truly hell. Here's where I come in. The Vanilla Unicorn...

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"Cali! You're up next, then you have a request in one of the rooms," Jacques yelled at me looking at his phone. I finished putting a bobby pin in my hair to hold one of the curls that wouldn't stay up only to have the second one drop out of my hand as he smacked my ass hard. "I don't fucking pay you to stand around to look pretty! Now, get the fuck out there and LOOK PRETTY!"

His words were like nails on a chalk board and if he knew who he had just smacked with the palm of his hand, he would be sent away upstate to the federal pen in a heartbeat. But, I kept my cool and went backstage. The DJ did his thing as soon as I gave him the go ahead.

"If you're into big tits and a round voluptuous ass, then here's your top bitch! Throw those bills down for Cali!"

I walked onto the stage. Reaching for the poles as I began to dance around them. Pulling and swinging, my legs wrapping around the pole only to spread them wide as I slid down for all to see. My tits bouncing and flouncing slightly as I danced. The bills went flying towards me. I noticed there were a few pimps in the club with their "honies" and "hoes". I caught a few glimpses of the women as they jumped slightly, their "daddy" placing his hand on their ass and pushing in between their cheeks. I shuddered a bit as I finished my dance and collected the money.

"Now your show. Room 2.." Jacques said greeting me backstage, pushing another woman out just as the DJ announced her as well.

I went to Room 2. There he was. Relaxed in his chair. But I recognized this guy. He wasn't just some random 'joe' that wanted a lap dance to get their rocks off. He's the third man on the totem pole under "Las reyas del drogas", a.k.a. The King of Drugs, Damien Martinez, leader of the drug-mule organization Los Corona that I was sent here to investigate undercover.

I walked in and removed my top. "So, honey," I said. "You here for a good time?"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Character Profile: Trent Liscano, aka Carnifex Diablo, Espada, Armis Diabolium, and more. Age: 35. Appearance: https://cdn.muscleandstrength.com/s...d/athlete-image/interview/olly-foster-250.jpg
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I have many names in this city. Carnifex Diaboli. Armis Diabolium. Espada. I earned them. I earned the stories that came with them. Before I made it here, I was a big shot in Vice. Barely escaped that city because I was too loud, I was loyal but there was an art to what I did and do. Being loud caused too many waves. People didn’t like waves so big, I was muscled out. Hell, I was lucky to leave that God forsaken city alive.

Los Santos greeted me with indifferent arms. She wasn’t hugging me like she wanted me, but the bitch wasn’t pushing me away either. It was good enough. Time, patience and ruthlessness helped me climb the ranks. The city did teach me how to be quiet. To rely on the knife rather than the bullet, knives were quiet ad personal and created enough waves to send a message. Their waves were quieter than the old methods. People took notice, but I didn’t have so many breathing down my neck.

The Kings saw me work through the ranks. At first, it was low level muscle. All the time helping out the lower tier assholes made me learn. Overlap existed, it served me well, but it was still a different monster. I still had to learn how it all worked.

A bloody two years followed, but now I was one of the top dogs. Sometimes it was just proving my worth an loyalty, other times it was trimming some of the fat. All the blood and blades caused the nicknames to form. Damian, the boss, was often nicknamed “The Devil” or “The son of the devil.” People saw my penchant for blades, the lessons I left behind and the names started to flow like crimson. Even if they called me Trent Liscano, there was respect behind those words because they knew one of my other names.

Another perk about the Kings, was their loyalty. They didn’t forget their roots, where they came from. It’s why I was in this shithole of stripclub to begin with. What got me to stay was a woman nicknamed “The Unicorn.” A latina girl with bust and curves. Her name was "Cali." Even when I stepped into the place, made a reservation for room two, management knew who I wanted. I made a few comments, people talked and it got back to them. Sitting back in my suit I waited. Cali walked in and took off her top. She asked me a question and I just gave a half smile. “I’m here for whatever you’re willing to do to make it a good time.”

Leaning back, I barely caught the colors to my black suit pants, shirt and the grey sports coat I wore. All that mattered was the beauty in front of me. One way or another, I was going to see her in less.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Hips swaying, my breasts on a brilliant display as I began to dip and swerve around him - giving his lusting eyes quite the show. And by the look of his hidden member, I knew that I had him where I wanted him. Even though this was the job, I had to remember that this man was a prime target; someone that could get me in front of Damien Martinez so that I could report to my superior on the matter.

I moved to straddle his lap, my legs on either side of his as I began to move with the music that was provided to this room. I rubbed my breasts and looked him square in the eye.

"My, my. You're such a strapping man," I said, running my hands along his chest and up to his neck seductively. I would have to make my move soon enough but when could I do it?

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"We're in a private room, you should show me everything." I said after her hands went around my neck. She was in my lap, Cali knew what shew as doing to me. We were alone. Dancers knew a lo went on in these private rooms. Money flowed faster and in larger amounts too. Cali knew what she was getting into. As she was in my lap, grinding, I knew I was getting harder. I leaned back to just give her leverage and just enjoy the show.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I moved around. My body grinding against his. I moaned into his ear, giving him all the pleasure in the world. Now was the time to make my move. I would have to make him do as I wanted to get where I needed to be. I reached back to my stiletto heel, pulling it off, a blade popping out as I held it to his neck. "Listen closely. I know who you are, Liscano and I know who you work for. I'm special agent Sandoval," I held his hands down with my knees. I knew he could probably push me off at any moment, but I was going to get what I wanted out of him first, even if it put me at risk of death. "You are going to be my way into Los Corona and I will use you how I see fit. Understood?"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

Oh, the Kitten had claws, I had to respect that. "And if I don't?" I whispered back to her. "You're an agent in a shitshow of a place. You kill me, everything will point to you. Do you think there's a place you can go in the city and not meet an end?" I stare at the woman breathing hard.

 

[IntriguedLover]

Was this a threat he was proposing to me? No. It couldn't be. I looked to him as I pressed the sharpened blade closer to his neck. "I don't fear death. But there is someone that you fear might face harm if she were to be found out by your boss.." I paused for a moment gauging his reaction. "I know you have a daughter...." I mentioned as I looked down at him. "....and she could be taken away from her caretaker if you're not cooperative. She would never receive letters from you again or get the 'secret' visits that her daddy makes to see her that she adores and causes her to smile so brightly.." I paused again. "What was the last thing you gave her? Oh that's right, a little black teddy bear with a red...no no no..pink bow."

I felt him tense up. I knew I had him where I wanted him. But what would he do? Just what would he risk? "Do you want that to happen, Trent?" I asked, knowing full well what his name was and all of his past history. His crimes circling my mind and knowing I shouldn't be threatening a man like this but perhaps it would soften him. "Now are you going to do as I ask or are you going to add another crime to your list and make it where your precious little girl never sees you again?"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

The second my daughter was brought up, I just listened. The Agent had a lot. Hell, she had done her homework down to the damned bear. I had to respect that. Still, it was a threat to my kid. My head jerked forward into the blade then back as I tried to headbutt her as hard as I could.

"I'll work with you, but if you ever threaten her again I don't care what you hide behind, I'll end you!" I heard myself saying firmly not trying to rouse suspicion in case others were somewhere outside the room. Breathing out, I considered my situation.

"I want immunity. I want relocation for me and the kid. I want to see your pussy, because you look good and if you have your way your tits will be the last I ever see before getting thrown away. I want a decent house, decent neighborhood and enough money to live comfortably. You guys are going to be watching me so much, I ain't gonna be able to do shit. There will be other demands. I ain't askin' for the fuckin' moon, but I know any life I know outside of my girl is dead after this operation. Whatever life I get after is gonna be secure enough for me to live, to not look over my shoulder until I die of a heart attack and eough money to treat myself if I feel like having a good steak once in a while," I started to lay out what I wanted. It was enough to live like an upper-middleclass person in a house that either matched or superceded. It was gonna be far less than what I'm used to, but they weren't going to pay for me to live like I am. Government ain't that good. So, I had to shoot low.

Now, it was up to the agent and whatever people she needed to talk to. "Yer gonna say I ain't in a position to fight ya. I could kill myself, ya loose your case. Ya loose whatever time and effort ya have on me. Ya loose your best chance. So, think about it before you answer."

 

[IntriguedLover]

I tried to jerk away as I felt him surge to life, but his head collided with mine. It was too much and he pushed me back onto the floor. My breasts flouncing slightly as I fell backwards, the blade still in my hand as I looked up to him. His tented pants in front of me as he began to give his demands. He wanted immunity and all of this stuff. My eyes widened then squinted as he demanded to see me in the complete nude. I could only laugh about that on the inside as he continued.

"Yer gonna say I ain't in a position to fight ya. I could kill myself, ya loose your case. Ya loose whatever time and effort ya have on me. Ya loose your best chance. So, think about it before you answer."

I smirked, getting up and sliding the retracting blade back into place on the stiletto. I walked closer to him, not afraid of him at all. Sure, I was a bit scared, but I wasn't going to let him see that side of me.

"So, you think that you're going to demand all of this and then get off scot-free?" I asked. I nodded, crossing my arms across my buxom chest. "Fine. You've got a deal. You can trust me to make sure you and your little girl get high up in the mountains and I'll even throw a good education in for her, how about that? She could end up being a world-renowned scientist if she wanted to or just a horse-vet, whichever is her fancy by the time she gets old enough to decide for herself."

I walked towards the door. "Alright, we got work to do. We're going to my place so I can get dressed then we're having dinner. I haven't eaten yet today and besides, we can go over more of your 'contract'."

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"You didn't give me everything. You didn't guarantee all I asked for. You give me my guarantees and I'll do what you ask." I was always told to cash out when the chips were high. All of the conditions were laid out, I wanted to be sure the house was going to pay out my chips. You couldn't trust these FIB people. This room was probably bugged, so hearing her to whatever other agents were about would have solidified his deal. Plus, he wasn't going anywhere until she had agreed. Also, there was one other part of the arrangement. Standing my ground, I waited for the agent to just give me that confirmation. The damned things people do for a kid.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I stopped short of the door. I sighed, gritting my teeth as I turned to look at him. My tits still on display and nipples hardened from the sudden cool air in the room because of the air vent. "I don't know what you want," I spoke as I began walking closer to him. I came within inches of him. Even with heels, I was still shorter than this man. He could easily overpower me if he wanted to, but he hadn't yet. Perhaps it was the chance of getting out that kept him steady. Perhaps he was scared of his boss as well, so much so that he was wanting me to prove in some way that I was telling the truth....wait a minute.

I rolled my eyes looking to him as my fingers went to the bikini I was wearing. I slipped it down my hips as I kept my eyes on him. It dropped to my ankles, I stepped back out of it and turned around.

"Does this confirm our deal?" I asked, standing there in the complete nude for him. "And the room isn't bugged - my boss doesn't really care how I get to your boss, just that I do it. So he doesn't care if I get killed - just another expenditure to put on a piece of paper, alright?" I crossed my arms across my breasts. "What do you say?"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

A smile came to my face as I looked down at the woman. She was shorter than me, even in the heels. I felt a smirk pull at my lips. I just watched her face for a minute. Then she was "honest" with me about no-bugs. I didn't believe that. The Captain stuff I bought.

Both of her hands dug into her panties and the agent was naked in front of me. I started to circle the woman, getting a good long look. My left hand went around her thigh, I wanted it to go up, but figured she'd break my arm. "Shame the cute ones are usually cops. Get your shit if you're not going to give me more of a show. I want more, but call me old fashioned. I only take the girls that want it. Jury's still out on you, even if it looks like your tits can cut glass right now." I smiled at the agent and just waited for the start of my new life.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I watched him walk around me. I cringed as I felt his hand go to my thigh. The bastard thinks he could touch me? I inwardly shrugged it off as he took a step back. He spoke about how he was old-fashioned and only did it with girls that want it. I grit my teeth together, seething as I kept calm. I walked over towards the door, grabbing a trenchcoat that was hanging there. "Fine," I finally spoke. "We go to my place, so I can get dressed. Then we're going out to dinner, since you're so old-fashioned."

It wasn't too long before we got to my place. It was a small apartment above a car garage, but it was home enough. Something to keep a low enough profile. The walls weren't made of paper, so shit could go down and no one would ever guess anything was wrong. "Take a seat, I'll be dressed soon enough," I said pointing to the couch. I walked into the bedroom, opening up the closet to pull out a bright red cocktail dress and let my hair drape over my shoulder. I walked out holding a different pair of heels.

"Don't worry," I said pulling on the heel part. "No blades in these." I put them on and then dawned lip gloss on my lips. While looking in the mirror to do that, I asked him, "You know anywhere that's a good place to eat - obviously other than the damned Unicorn?"

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"It's nice to see my eye candy won't try to kill me tonight. You look good for what's it worth," had to give the Devil it's due. She had a great set of tits and not many women could have pulled off that dress. She did. Shame she was an agent.

"Here's the problem with eating. We can go to places like Del Perro, but we gotta be smart about it. Damian has his fingers in a lot of pies. I don't want you or me to get caught on a random sweep he does through whatever he has his hands in. We'd need to find a place with a good back corner, not have many windows and enter it a few minutes apart. That's if we go out. Safest bet would be you getting something to go then looking overdressed for this hole in the wall you call a safe house," if she went down, I was getting dragged down too. So, the last thing I wanted was this FIB agent was to get burned because she was stupid about something

"So, how do we do this?" I asked. Damn I hated deferring to the "expert." Why did I have to get saddled with this fake-stripper bitch? I felt myself sigh as I rubbed my temples.

 

[IntriguedLover]

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed as I looked to him. What he was mentioning was true. We really couldn't be caught out in and about this early in the bargain. I didn't want to lose this opportunity at all or else I could lose my job, or worse - my life. I sighed as I pulled out my phone. I began to cycle through local eateries and couldn't help but not know where to go. Until I came across one...

"What about Rodrigo's? Your boss have any tie-ins there? I would hope not or else we'd have to look into the former Italian Mob as well. I'm sure that Old Man Roddy wouldn't be drumming up any bad business."

I walked over to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I know you don't trust me, but to get you and your little girl out of the mess you're in... you're going to have to try to," I said, trying to reassure him that I wasn't some flake in the FIB.

 

[Dreamwalker85]

"It should be okay. I can't promise safety. Not a hundred percent," I said to the Agent. She was easy on the eyes, but that was it. Also, she was asking a lot of questions that didn't come with black and white answers. That was the problem with law: it was black and wife. Someone steals to feed their family, it was still stealing thus it was breaking a law. Don't matter if it was an apple or a truck of them. Don't matter if it was to feed their starving family or to sell the goods.

The same black and white mentality wasn't able to hold, not in the real world anyway. Just because the boss man at a food joint was on the up and up coul we say the same about the customers? Don't know. They were probably on the up and up, but no one knew for sure. No one was going to know for sure until they tried it.


The the lecture came. She gave me the story about trust, it was hard not to sneer a little. "You put me in a position where I'm forced to trust you. I've got no choice, if only for the kid. If you don't hold your word, there'll be hell to pay, got it?" I stared at the agent, "You know parents will do anything to keep their kids safe. Remember that," it was both a vow and a warning I tossed her. To keep my kid safe, I was going to trust the agent. If she fucked something up for my daughter, that trust was going to be killed and no safe house on Earth would have saved my new "partner" from wrapping my hands around her throat.