Killing with Kindness

[Vagrant]

~ This thread is closed for Sallythescorpian and Myself. ~

Liam across his desk at the man sitting opposite him. He had always tried to follow the adage that you should never kill the messenger, but right now he was being tested. He hated getting bad news, and what he had just heard was very bad news indeed. The only thing that saved the other man's life was that he was a cop. Not just any cop, but a dirty cop and that made him more valuable than as a cathartic release of frustration. You see, even though Liam may look like a businessman, sitting in his office, he wasn't. In actuality he was a criminal. He was involved in any number of criminal enterprises, from money laundering to drug trafficking and prostitution. Of course he owned a number of legitimate businesses to make him money as well, but he real wealth came from clandestine activities.

"I see," he said finally after a long silence. "So there is going to be an attempt to get someone into my organization through one of the strip clubs I own... Interesting. That means it'll have to be a woman. More opportunities to get a job aside from bouncer for a woman."

Liam stood up and walked to the wet bar sitting in a recess of the wall to his right. He was six foot three inches, just over two hundred pounds but in great shape physically. He poured out two scotches, and brought them back to his desk, setting one infront of his pet cop. "Make sure you are one of her handlers. I think it's time I added another cop to the payroll." He grinned, a plan already forming in his head.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia quashed her nerves, and focused on the prize. This would establish her and earn her the respect she ought to have. Several of the team had tried their best to dissuade her from taking this assignment, but she was determined. A woman had to do everything twice as well as a man, to be thought half as good, right? Bringing down Liam Gallagher would set her career on fast forward like nothing else could.

He was a well respected business man, but beneath the facade he had his fingers in many pies - drugs, prostitution, some even whispered slavery.... but none of it could be substantiated. Anyone would even thought about giving evidence against him met with some mysterious accident, or they developed irreversible amnesia. That's where she came in. Talia would be deep undercover in one of the clubs, where she would use whatever she had to, to get close to him, to find out his secrets, and to gather incriminating evidence. Then she would topple the king pin, and his entire organisation.

She visualised the rewards she would reap, not least of which was the respect of the guys in her unit. They all though she was a liability, not able to pull her weight, someone who needed their protection. Fucking Chauvinists!!

She looked at herself in the mirror, and hardly recognised herself. Her make up was much more pronounced, and her clothing a lot more risque, although it was far from indecent. She topped up her lip gloss, and hurried to her interview at the club. There was an opening for barstaff, her unit having arranged for one guy to be unavailable.

Half an hour later, she had the job, and was polishing glasses behind the bar. Piece of cake!! Ten days later, the monotony of the job was killing her. There was a sleazy crowd who frequented the bar, and the strippers worked damn hard for their money. Liam Gallagher had been in once or twice, but he had had his body guard serve his drinks, and she had been frustrated at not getting near his table, and hadn't been able to find out anything.

Steve Bishop, one of her handlers had been in a time or two, to make contact, but she had had nothing to report. The smug look on his face angered her, and she was determined to find a way to get closer to her target.

 

[Vagrant]

Two weeks after she had started at the club, Chris Johns, another one of her contacts in the police force and unbeknownst to her on the take by her target, stopped by the apartement that had been setup for her alias. They couldn't exactly do all of their information trading in public at the club where they could be spotted and her cover ruined, after all.

He knocked on the door and waited for her to answer. Smiling when she did, he waited for her to invite him in. "Hey Tal... how're you holding up? Steve mentioned you're a bit frustrated." He looked at her levelly. "Don't tell me you expected to have something to nail him with by now, did you? Relax, this is going to have to be a long term thing... the brass don't want him on some petty charge, they want to bring him and his entire organization down with him. Don't worry about how long it takes... I know you'll come through. I may be the only one, but I know it." He put a hand on her shoulder as a comforting gesture. "But really, two weeks and you haven't heard anything? By now I would have made something up just to get them off my back, you know? 'Oh yeah, I overheard a couple guys talking about this thing as they were coming out of the restroom. I dunno if it'll pan out to anything, but it may be worth checking out.' Throw them a bone and all that, you know?"

"Alright, well, I'll let the guys in charge of this whole deal know you're still working to establish your cover and getting in good with your new employers. If you can think of anything to get them to notice you... and more importantly trust you... all the better." Chris left after their little talk.

As luck, or maybe careful planning, would have it, Talia did indeed overhear something that might very well be nothing but is worth checking out. One of the guys she had seem with Liam was telling one of the girls to be at an address ine 2 days for a special party. Obviously this was prostitution yes? Well actually know, it was just a bachelor party for one of the guy's friends, but Talia had no way to know that.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Don't tell me you expected to have something to nail him with by now, did you? Relax, this is going to have to be a long term thing... the brass don't want him on some petty charge, they want to bring him and his entire organization down with him. Don't worry about how long it takes... I know you'll come through. I may be the only one, but I know it."

Talia ground her teeth. She knew that!! She didn't need Chris Johns telling her!! Yes she was pissed off and frustrated, but that was no one's business but her own.

She was only partly listening as he chattered on, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She had been up until almost five, and it was only now a little after eight.

She wandered to the coffee pot and put it on, getting a couple of cups out.

"HHhmmmm?? What was that??"

Her ears perked up when she heard something she thought might be of use to her.

"What was that?? Guys in the restrooms saying what???!"

Her brain scrambled to catch up, and gleefully she stashed that juicy bit of information away. Prostitution! That must be what was going on!!

"Alright, well, I'll let the guys in charge of this whole deal know you're still working to establish your cover and getting in good with your new employers. If you can think of anything to get them to notice you... and more importantly trust you... all the better."

"Yeah, you do that Chris!"

She closed the door behind him, suddenly wide awake. He was right, she needed to get noticed, and the sooner the better.

Okay, she probably had them on prostitution, but that would be difficult to get stick, and Chris was right, the Brass were authorising this sting for only one reason, to nail Gallagher once and for all.

She dressed and went for a run, returning some forty five minutes later, glowing with perspiration. Showering, she selected her clothing carefully, showing a lot more cleavage than she normally did. The top was tighter, and she wore a jean miniskirt, in place of her usual jeans. Hopefully, she would manage to get a moment of Gallgaher's time.

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The night wore on, and Talia was becoming more and more pissed off. No sign of Liam Gallagher, and nor was there a sign of any of the rest of his usual entourage.


Finally, with less than an hour to closing, he came in, and took his usual booth close to the front, facing both the stage and the door. The girls on stage immediately upped the ante, and their erotic dance routines became positively pornographic. Talia poured up a double bourbon on ice, his usual, and then took it to him, doing her best sexy walk. Just after she set it down, she noticed a man sitting at the table, someone she recognised. It was Stapleton, a guy who had been in Vice, and who had approached her to work the hooker detail. When she had refused, he had made her life miserable, spearheading the rumor that she had fucked the Lieutenant, in order to score a position with the organised crime unit. She hadn't seen him in over three years, but she saw an opportunity now to kill two birds with one stone.

Stapleton, left, and she worried her lip, thinking about what to do. She kept changing her mind, going from thinking it was a good idea, to thinking it was the lowest thing a cop could do. Then, everyone had cleared out, save for Liam Gallagher, and another man, and she had long since finished polishing glasses and wiping down the counter. This was it, her opportunity.

"Mr. Gallagher, Sir....I hope you liked your drink?! I'm Tal Simpson, your new barmaid.... Its great to meet you!!"

He seemed pissed off at the interuption. It was now or never!

"Hey, who was that guy that spoke to you earlier? I know him from somewhere!!! That guy... Staunton.. no that's not it... un... Stapleton! That's it.... he chatted me up one night... told me he was a vice cop.... but hey, maybe it was only a line. Wanted to show me his handcuffs and baton too, as I recall!"

She managed to suppress a shudder. He had actually propositioned her, but that was a long time ago, and seeing as he was busy spreading rumors about her at the time, he wasn't about to get lucky. Not that he would have anyway. She hated his type.

She managed to grin at Gallagher, and having planted a seed, she sauntered back to the bar, knowing that he high heels which were killing her feet, were making her legs look long, highlighting the defined muscles as she walked. His eyes were on her, burning into her, she could feel it, or maybe she was just imagining it.

 

[Vagrant]

"Hey Sweetie" Liam called out to her as she walked away. "Go fix yourself a drink and come back here to spend some time with me. Someone else will cover the bar. If your boss doesn't like it, I'll fire him." He grinned at her.

When she returned he motioned to his lap, wanting her to sit in it. "I was going to get a lap dance but that would be very rude of me... Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for you to give me one, but I do still want an attractive woman on my lap, even if it is just sitting and drinking while we talk." Winking at her, he sipped his bourbon. "You, make sure someone's covering for Tal here on the bar and then go look into that little matter of a vice cop being in my club." The lackey turned to do as he was told, leaving Liam and Tal largely alone.

"You know, Barmaid just doesn't seem to fit you... It's so old fashioned. I don't really like old fashioned. How does bar babe sound? You are much more of a babe than you are a maid." His hand moved up and down her calf lightly. It wasn't a very daring gesture, but that would come in time.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Hey Sweetie Go fix yourself a drink and come back here to spend some time with me. Someone else will cover the bar. If your boss doesn't like it, I'll fire him."

Talia grinned, and added some more swing to her hips, as she went to fix herself a tall bourbon. Adding plenty of ice, she plastered what she hoped looked like a genuine smile on her face, as she sauntered back to him, mentally picking out her seat, choosing to sit opposite him, and trying to suppress her dislike for him.

Her smile faltered when he patted his lap. Christ!!! He made her skin crawl.... but she had a job to do, and if she wanted to excel then she had a role to play, and the sooner she got into it the better. The closer she could get to Liam Gallagher, the sooner she could bring his organisation down, and send her career into the stratosphere.

Smiling, she licked her lips in what she knew must have looked like a come on. She sat on his lap, and wriggled, making noises that indicated she liked nothing better than sitting on him.


"I was going to get a lap dance but that would be very rude of me.."

Her heart hammered, and she wondered if she would be able to pull it off, but then he finished his sentence, giving her a reprieve.

" Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking for you to give me one, but I do still want an attractive woman on my lap, even if it is just sitting and drinking while we talk. "


"How does bar babe sound? You are much more of a babe than you are a maid."

Despite the situation, Talia smiled a genuine smile, incredibly, and stupidly flattered by his compliment. She spent so much time consciously making herself look as asexual as possible, so as to keep her reputation pristine, that being flattered was foreign to her. It made her a little uncomfortable..... but she liked it...... too much.

"Sooooooo.... busy night huh?"

She wanted information, but she knew enough to know that looking for anything directly was guaranteed to tip him off. Guys like Liam Gallagher were well tuned in to the nuances of behavior, had an inbuilt antennae to detect bull shit, so she needed to give a performance worthy of an oscar. She needed to get into the mindset of the girl she was supposed to be - a somewhat down on her luck girl, with quick wits, and a pretty nice appearance, looking for opportunity.

She laid her hand against his chest, stroking the fabric of his shirt.

"Ummmm, nice"

 

[Vagrant]

Glancing at her glass, Liam noticed the amount of ice she had used, knowing that she didn't want to refuse to drink with him but also didn't want to get drunk in case she might miss something incriminating. He chuckled. "I see you like a lot of ice in your drink." He put his arm around her and pulled her closer to him so that she would be leaning against his chest, almost cuddled up to him as he sat in the large over stuffed chair. "Or are you perhaps trying to stop yourself from getting too tipsy and doing something you might.... regret... later?" He grinned, obviously teasing her.

When she commented on how busy it was he nodded. "Yeah, I was told there was a really good turn out tonight. I had another engagement that demanded my attention however, so I didn't get in until closer to the end of the night." He sipped his drink and let his eyes roam over her body. The expression on his face spoke of what he wanted to do to her, but without knowing he was aware of her real identity, the depth of what exactly he wanted to do with her would probably be lost. He was going to enjoy making her his.

"So Tal... you started here what, a month ago? How have you liked it so far? Is tending bar the height of your aspirations here, or were you originally looking for something more?" He took another sip of his bourbon before setting the glass down on the table next to his chair. With one arm around her waist, his newly free hand once again began to stroke her legs, ascending up to her thighs on occassion.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"I see you like a lot of ice in your drink."

She was reminded again that she would get little past him.

"I'm feeling the heat, I wanted to chill it a little"

She smiled, hoping to convey that she liked sitting on his knee, and, as he cuddled her closer, she made herself relax into him.

"Or are you perhaps trying to stop yourself from getting too tipsy and doing something you might.... regret... later?"

Her heart almost stopped. Could she?? Could she make herself relax into him, let him touch her, pretend to enjoy it??? Revulsion warred with excitement at the opportunity it might present. Pillow talk.. and all that. But it would be whoring herself for her case... could she live with herself if she did that?? Could she live with herself if she didn't take any opportunity that presented? Still, she didn't want to seem overly keen, as that would set off his alarms.... but she was also portraying a girl on the make, who would likely seize any opportunity. She needed to proceed carefully.

She smiled, dodging his question with one of her own.

"Are you trying to seduce me Liam??"

She smiled, so that he knew she wouldn't be offended if he was. His next statement grabbed her full attention.

" I had another engagement that demanded my attention however, so I didn't get in until closer to the end of the night."

"Oh yeah??"

She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from probing too deeply, to tamp down her curiosity. He'd tell her more if he believed her to be uninterested, asking out of politeness, rather than anything more.

She could feel his gaze on her skin, and suddenly felt more exposed, more vulnerable and naked that she had ever felt in her life. Her skin crawled, and she barely suppressed a shudder.

"So Tal... you started here what, a month ago? How have you liked it so far? Is tending bar the height of your aspirations here, or were you originally looking for something more?"

"I love it here, I love the people, and the chat, the teasing, the flirting... its fun! Make a girl feel very desirable! Don't get me wrong, its not something I want to do all my life, but for a few years, while I'm young,..... yeah, its a nice way to make some cash, and the tips area great! Of course.... nothing like the girls make..." she cocked her head toward the stage, indicating that she was talking about the strippers, ".... but its good, it augments my wages......... not that I'm complaining. I'm glad to have a regular wage.... it means I can pay the rent, and still have enough to get by, and then some."

She whimpered as his hand move up along her thigh, suppressing her shudder of distaste, making it seem like sexual excitement. She reached down and entwined her fingers with his, wanting to seem like she enjoyed his touch, and also to stop him from reaching under the hem of her short skirt.

"I couldn't say what the extent of my ambitions here are..... but I'm a girl with plenty of street smarts, I'm a survivor, and when opportunity comes knocking, I answer the door! Where you thinking of promoting me? Giving me a raise?"

She wriggled in his lap, and smiled, before pressing her hand against his shirt again, holding him at bay, but disguising it as caressing his chest.

 

[Vagrant]

He nodded as she subtlely pumped him for more information, carefully disguised as a non-chalant acknowledgement that he had given her a vague bit of information and she was politely inviting him to expand on it. He knew she was hoping that he would reply that he had just finished some grand criminal activity, but he would sadly dissappoint her. He wasn't a fool that would divulge such information so easily, even if he didn't already know she was a cop. "My cousin Aidan, his wedding is coming up, so tonight some of his friends threw him a bachelor party. I made an appearance and donated the strippers. He's a bit of a party animal, so I stayed to enjoy myself for a couple hours."

He smiled and finished his drink while she described how much she enjoyed her job, and then asked if he was thinking of giving her a raise or promotion. "Well I did just promote you from bar maid to bar babe... so there is that... as for a raise, we'll have to see." He smiled, genuinely happy with her performance thus far. And giving him the information on the cop was simply icing on the cake.

Eyeing his now empty glass, he grinned at her slyly. "I seem to have finished my drink. Why don't you go and grab the bottle and bring it back here so we don't have to worry about refills for awhile, eh babe?"

Of course once she did that, he would refill her drink as well, and then make sure she drank much more than he did, even with the ice in her glass. But he wasn't about to give her reason to hate him at the end of the night. Rather than take advantage of her inebriated state, forcing himself upon her, he instead had someone drive her home and see that she got into her apartement alright.

It would be a few days before Liam was next in the club, but 2 days after they had sat drinking, one of his men gave her a small box and a card.

Hey there Sexy,

These are a token of my gratitude for both the information you gave me about Mr Stapleton and gracing me with your company. Wear them and know that you're appreciated.

Liam

Inside the box was a pair of gold earings with emerald teardrops hanging from them. After she opened them, the man winked at her. "Looks like someone made a good impression."

 

[sallythescorpian]

She blushed when she realised that her juicy bit of information, on the prostitution, was actually strippers for a bachelor party. And that, apparently, was where he had been.

She got the bottle, at his request, and poured up drinks for both of them, adding a copious amount of ice to hers. She was still grinding her teeth, at his calling her 'babe'. If anyone called her that, she gave them a piece of her mind, but she needed to stay in character, and she just smiled, and took a long drink of her bourbon.

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She awoke the following morning, with her head hammering, her stomach roiling, with the hangover from Hell. Groaning she took paracetamol, and plenty of water, and spent the morning beneath the covers, nursing her hangover. Still, she was making progress, and it was worth it. Finally, after a month in that gorforsaken club, she had managed to get the boss's attention.

She was disappointed when he didn't come into the club for the next couple of days, and she began to wonder if she had said or done something when she was drunk, that had jeopardised her operation, but then a gift from him arrived, and she smiled as she read the card, primarily for the benefit of the goon who was watching her reaction.

Hey there Sexy,

These are a token of my gratitude for both the information you gave me about Mr Stapleton and gracing me with your company. Wear them and know that you're appreciated.

Liam
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"Looks like someone made a good impression."

She looked up from the earrings, awestruck at the beauty of the jewels nestled in black velvet. She had never had anything like this given to her, and she had to tamp down her excitement, reminding herself that she wouldn't be able to keep them, not in the long term, anyway.

She closed the door, and then sat in front of her mirror, and put the earring into her ears, and admired their beauty.

She dressed for the work at the club that night, keeping the earrings in. She wore a little black dress that showed a little cleavage, and came to mid thigh, and then she added a little more lipstick, and began work.

the night wore on, and her hopes that she might see him that night, began to fade, and then there was lot of commotion, and Gallagher, together with several of his men arrived in, taking their table up the front of the club.

 

[Vagrant]

When Liam came in to the club, he saw her and smiled, noticing her earings. "I see you got my gift. I'm glad you like them. They really do suit you." He looked over at the table the people he came in with were starting to sit down at. "Can you bring a round of drinks to our table? Thanks babe."

Unfortunately for Talia, Liam and his party spent most of their time with the strippers that night. While Tal was attractive, there was just something about a naked woman grinding against your body that begs attention.

Behind the bar was a small fridge stocked with bottled water for the bartenders to drink while they were working. It had always been there, and they were encouraged to drink as much as they wanted. Unbeknownst to Talia, however, the water had been spiked with a mild narcotic that would give a slight euphoric feeling. It was on Liam's order, and he wanted her looking forward to working at the strip club not just because it was her cover, but because she truly felt better while she was doing it.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Can you bring a round of drinks to our table? Thanks babe."

Talia smiled and nodded.

"Sure thing! Coming right up!!"

She took the order, and filled it, strutting to the table, swinging her hips. She had bristled at being called Babe, but on another level it appealed to her, in way she didn't understand, and didn't want to examine too closely.

She braced herself , expecting Liam to look up and mutter 'thanks babe' or 'cheers babe' or even 'have one yourself, babe' or best of all ' join us babe'. But he did none of those things, and she was not just professionally disappointed when he didn't even look up from the stripper who was grinding her ass on his lap, but she was disappointed as a woman, and that bothered her.

Yeah, she was nothing like those obvious strippers, who left nothing to the imagination, she was educated, she had a career, and she would bring him down.

They must have been tipping heavily, as virtually every stripper in the joint was over there, fawning over the party. Talia watched from behind the bar, telling herself that the envy burning inside her, was actually only down to her need to get close so that she could learn enough to bring him down.

the night wore on, and fury and frustration burned in her as she watched the men and the strippers. The loud gaffaws of laughter, mingling with the high pitched silly giggling of the girls. Five times she brought drinks over, and not once did one of the men glance in her direction, and she positively stomped back behind the bar.

It was hot, and she drained the water chilling in the fridge, and gradually began to feel better. Hey, it was early days. there was plenty of time yet, and the longer she was here, the deeper her cover, the better placed she would be to topple him. Several times she caught herself thinking that if only she was one of the strippers, she would be in the centre of things, and then she mentally shook herself. No, there was no way she'd do that. Still, if she did.... no!

Several guys came up to the bar for drinks, flirting with her, while they watched the girls on stage do their stuff. She was humming happily to herself by the end of the night, as she wiped down the bar. She caught her image in the mirrors behind the bar, and she liked the way the earrings sparkled in the light, and she smiled, ridiculously pleased with herself, although why that was, she didn't know.

 

[Vagrant]

As the party started to wind down one of the strippers, Brandy, strutted over tot he bar. She was practically naked, wearing only a garter belt, stockings and ridiculously high heels that she had absolutely no trouble walking in what so ever. Covering her skin was a light sheen of persperation, making her almost shimmer in the dim light of the club. "Hey girl," She said with a smile. "Sorry we monopolized all of the men over there.. I could see you getting a little bit frustrated that nobody was paying any attention to you. Which is just wrong... sure you aren't naked rubbin your tits in their faces, but you're still sexy." She giggled.

"Why don't you come out with some of us tomorrow, you have it off right? I mean, you're one of the girls, whether you take off your clothes or not, and us girls need to stick together, right? Come on, it'll be fun."

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia caught herself glowering on several occasions at the strippers who hogged all the men's attention. Even those who came to the bar, who flirted with her, did so with the eyes fixated on the stage. Men were so obvious!!!

Her attention was focused again, as she saw one of the girls approaching the bar.... Barbie, or Bimbo or... no, Brandy, that was it.

"Hey girl, Sorry we monopolized all of the men over there.. I could see you getting a little bit frustrated that nobody was paying any attention to you. Which is just wrong... sure you aren't naked rubbin your tits in their faces, but you're still sexy."

Was this girl for real??? Talia managed not to roll her eyes, and to suppress her inate dislike for the stripper.

"Yeah, well, that's what you guys do, you know. I guess that's how you make ends meet!"


"Why don't you come out with some of us tomorrow, you have it off right? I mean, you're one of the girls, whether you take off your clothes or not, and us girls need to stick together, right? Come on, it'll be fun."

Talia was about to blow off the invitation, when she suddenly realised that perhaps the girls might be a good source of information. Smiling she winked at the stripper.

"You know what... I'd really enjoy that! A girl's night out.. can't remember the last time I went on one!"

They agreed to meet up at 9.30 the following night, and while the information gleened from the girls was minimal, Talia surprised herself at how much she enjoyed herself. The girls were actually great company, funny, and entertaining, and not at all the air heads she had assumed them to be.

They went dancing at a club, and got a huge amount of attention from all the guys in there, and Talia herself got a fair amount of attention, although nothing compared with the others. It wasn't even like they were flashing their bodies, they were each dressed sexily, but they weren't stripping down to their underware.

Over the next few weeks, she went out with the girls a couple of nights a week, partying hard, and Talia developed a strong friendship with them.

It was a week later that she went to a party in Brandy's house, the one she shared with four other girls from the club. Talia was stunned at the opulence, jacuzzis, hot tubs, a pool, an entertainment room with a huge TV. It was almost like something from 'cribs'. It made her little apartment look dreadful by comparison. So, a week later, when one of the girls was leaving, heading off to college, and Talia was offered the room, she jumped at it. Of course, it wasn't only the great accommodation that made her agree, it would be so useful to the case to be in the heart of things, to be able to suck up any and all useful information.

 

[Vagrant]

For a few days after Talia had moved into the house, the girls were on their best behaviour, helping her to get settled in and making sure that she was comfortable with the living arrangements and all that. After roughly a week after, things started to get much more comfortable among the roommates. Of course nobody told Talia, but this was on Liam's order.

The concept of privacy began to get slimmer and slimmer, with the girls tanning on the back patio naked and not bothering to cover up much if at all before coming back in, lounging around the house in lingerie, or half naked, leaving the door open while in the shower, and any number of other things that a more private person would consider infractions.

It wasn't uncommon for the girls to borrow clothes from each other either, entering the other girls' bedrooms with little forewarning. It wasn't long before Talia was having this happen to her as well.

Steve Bishop came into the club one night that Talia was working and slipped her a note in with the money for his drink, telling her to meet him some place the following day. When she did, he was less than happy with her. "I can't believe you moved in with those sluts. How fucking stupid do you have to be to think that's a good idea? How are we supposed to meet you in private if we can't use the privacy of your apartement? You better not leave anything out that points to you being a cop."

 

[sallythescorpian]

As the days passed, Talia's initial discomfort with the free and easy way the girls wandered around, began to ease. In truth, after holding her own in a male dominated work place for so long, she found she actually enjoyed hanging out with the girls.

Better again, she had picked up lots of little snippets of information on Gallagher. Nothing substantial, but plenty of little bits of background information - things she hadn't known. Like he had been married once, long ago. How had they missed that? Nor did he seem to have any contact with her, but it was something to give to the team, something they could check out. Also, he seemed to travel quite frequently to San Antonio. Not to any set schedule that she could decipher, but the girls told her he often traveled there.

Bishop was decidedly vocal in his opinion of her actions. When she told him she had moved into the house with the strippers.. Typical, he was always so short sighed, he could only see the difficulties, but she knew that being here gave her so much access to information she would never be able to access otherwise. Bishop probably wanted the whole thing to fail, so that he could come sweeping in and take over.

Nothing was going to deter her, nothing!!!!

After a bit, she found she was starting to actually enjoy the wild nights out! Of course,unlike the girls, she wasn't so easy about casual sex, but when they began to tease her, she realised that she would have to do something. It occured to her that perhaps she could "pick up" Bishop. Not that she'd actually fuck him, or anything, but perhaps it would keep up the charade, and it seemed preferable to having a one night hook up with some sleazy stranger.

 

[Vagrant]

The teasing was, of course, good natured. Talia's new housemates actually really liked her and wanted her to be happy. In their experience, the kinds of things Talia denied herself, frequent casual sex, drugs, all of it, were a part of being happy and free.

One afternoon before work one of the dancers that didn't live there, Eve, stopped by. She smiled when she saw Talia and put her arm around her. "I'm glad you're going out iwth us on girls nights. It's a lot of fun, and like Mr Gallagher says, we're like a family at the club, so we should care about each other."

"That's kinda why I'm here. When we go out, you seem a little bit... I dunno, like you're holding yourself back or something. While the rest of us are picking up guys and flirting and all of that, sure you get involved, but it just doesn't seem to be the same... Are you just going through the motions cause you think we expect it? Do you... do you like guys? Or...." She paused and looked at Talia, caring written all over her face. "Cause if you don't... like guys I mean... that's ok... I'm sure we can help you pick up chicks... might even be one or two of us that wouldn't mind being picked up..." She giggled a bit at that.

 

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"Do you... do you like guys? Or...."

Sweet Jesus, they thought she was lesbian!! Talia almost spit out the mouthful of white wine she was just swallowing.

"Cause if you don't... like guys I mean... that's ok... I'm sure we can help you pick up chicks... might even be one or two of us that wouldn't mind being picked up..."

"Are you..... are you propositioning me??"

Talia didn't know whether to laugh or cry!! The girl leaned in to kiss her, and for the life of her, Talia couldn't move. She stood still while the other girl stroked her breasts, played with her nipples, and kissed her deeply. She even found herself returning the kiss.

Christ!! Several of the guys in her unit had teased her that she was a dyke. She had laughed it off, knowing that the comment was born out of frustration that she steadfastedly refused to date any of them. She had quipped back that if she applied the same criteria, then every man in her unit who hadn't hit on her was gay, right?! It had worsened the situation.

But now, what was she doing now, allowing this girl to lock lips with her? Gently she pushed her away, breaking the kiss, panting hard.

"Thanks.... but really, I prefer guys. I think maybe I'm just a little picky! I keep hoping for a rich guy, you know, one who can keep me in the style I wanna get used to !!!"

She grinned, keeping it light, but knowing that if she was going to hold her cover, she would have to blend in more with the girls.

Hoping to appease them, she grinned.

"Hey, maybe you guys can help hook me up with someone, someone nice" she giggled, "someone who can show a girl a good time, you know!!"

 

[Vagrant]

Eve smiled as Talia said she liked guys. "Alright babe, but thre's no point being too picky, you know... just because you take a guy home, or let him take you home doesn't mean you have to marry him or anything. You can just have fun with em, right?"

Eve put her arm around Talia again, but this time made no move to kiss her. "It is a pity though... you're an awesome kisser."

"We'll definitely keep an eye out for any guys that you might go for Tal... though I doubt we can set you up for the guy you're really after... after all, if we had the swing to pull it off, we'd take Mr. Gallagher for ourselves." She giggled. "Don't bother denying it Sweety. We've all seen how you look at him... You can almost see your panties getting all wet when he walks into the club and you're on the bar. Not that we blame you or anything... he'd be a real catch. Money and Power. Not to mention he's sexy as hell." She winked.

"Come on, lets dance and pick up some guys!"

 

[sallythescorpian]

They headed out to a club - one that was a cut above the ones they had frequented recently. Talia looked around wondering if there was anyone she might know here, but a moment later she was tugged onto the dance floor, where Eve proceeded to bump and grind against her.

It was certainly drawing attention!! Almost every guy in the place was watching them, hoping no doubt they'd take it a step further!! Talia gasped when Eve reached around her grasping her tits through the thin fabric of her top. She struggled, but Eve began to kiss her neck, and slowly she relaxed a little. As soon as the song finished, and the girls left the floor, tTalia discovered she was beset by men, looking to dance or buy her a drink. Their own personal precursor to fucking her. Despite it all, Talia found that she loved all the sexual attention, she suddenly felt more desirable than she ever had before. Eve winked at her, from the centre of her own circle of guys, and Talia felt more feminine than she ever had.

 

[Vagrant]

Eve extricated herself form her group of admirers to move in close to Talia. She leaned in and whispered something in the other woman's ear, while making it look all hot and sexy for the audience that was watching. "Take one of them home to our place Love... it's safer for your first time picking up a guy... We'll all have your back."

She moved back to the men interested in her, leaving lingering caresses on Talia and any man on her way back. "Now, which of you sexy boys will I choose tonight.... lets see..." As she moved inbetween them, they were all over her, and she was encouraging them to do just that. Kissing them back, sucking on fingers, it was practically foreplay right there in the club. To be honest, if she wasn't watching out for Talia, making sure nothing went wrong, she would probably have taken her chosen guy to a secluded booth, or to the washroom and fucked him right there.

Maybe once Talia got into it more and picking up guys was just reflex, she could convince the girl to do the same. Perhaps.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia had mixed feelings. Part of her, the woman in her, had never felt sexier or more desired, and that part wanted nothing more than to play with the guys surrounding her, to revel in her feminine power, something she had never allowed herself to do. The cop in her warned of the dangers, but she was under cover and had a role to play, a persona to build and she needed to dive right in.

Similarly, a dark part of her whispered that this was the opportunity of a lifetime. She could explore, behave as she liked, as though there were no consequences, and it all served to build her undercover story, to make her more genuine, to take her deeper into the world of Liam Gallagher.

Boldly she groped several hard cocks, commenting of who was the biggest and best able to satisfy her, and then tossing back her drink, she took one - Steve he said his name was - by the hand, dragging him to the centre of the floor.

"So, you think you can show me a good time, huh?"

 

[Vagrant]

Steve had his hand on her ass while he escorted her out to the dance floor, and it would never really leave there for the entire song. He grinned at her as they reached the dance floor and he pulled her close, one hand on her ass and the other higher, very close to her breasts. "Oh I'm sure I can show you a good time baby... but don't just take my word for it, you should probably make me prove it... as often as you like until you're... satisfied." He winked at her as they danced, and he pulled her close, letting her feel the hard cock pressing against her through their clothes.

He glanced over at Eve. "So you're friends with her, are you? Isn't she a stripper someplace nearby? Are you a stripper too?" He asked the question not minding if the answer was yes, and yet he doubted it was. She didn't have the look, or the attitude to pull of stripping. Not like Eve.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Oh I'm sure I can show you a good time baby... but don't just take my word for it, you should probably make me prove it... as often as you like until you're... satisfied."

Yeah, it was cheesy, but it made her smile, and she was surprised to realise that she was having a good time. His hand on her ass seemed to almost brand her with the heat coming through the thin fabric of her skirt. His hand lurked tantalizingly near to her breast, and she was acutely conscious that it had to move only a few inches, and it would be right on her tit. She moaned, imagining it.

Christ!! What was happening to her?? She was getting really caught up in the role she was playing, and the freedom that that role gave her, allowing her to relax, and just enjoy herself, instead of holding herself to the exceptionally high standards she usually did. In a strange way it was freeing. still, she didn't want to think about that now. She pressed hard against him, feeling the long, hard, thick cock that pressed against her. Oh God!! How long had it been? How long since she had simply given in to the pleasures of the flesh?? She couldn't remember, it was THAT long ago. She had been so focused on her career , so determined to avoid the traps that so many female cops fell into, determined not to allow herself to be seduced, to be the talk of the department, and in so doing, she had determinedly put aside her own female needs. Now that she was giving them a little rein, she found she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

She reached up on her toes, and pressed her lips to his, kissing him. Not a passionate kiss, but a kiss none the less. She pressed hard against him, letting him know that she was on for whatever he had to dish out. What the fuck, why not let her hair down and enjoy herself - for once!

"So you're friends with her, are you? Isn't she a stripper someplace nearby? Are you a stripper too?"

His voice brought her back to the present.

"Eve? Yeah, she strips at Flashdancers[/I over on Tenth. Actually, I work there too!"

She didn't say that she tended bar. Strangely, she wanted him to think that she was one of the girls, although as she glanced over at the others, she realised that she didn't have the physique to be a stripper. She watched how the other girls dressed, how they behaved, the attention they got. While her own clothing was tight fitting, and showed ample cleavage, she was lacking. While her own pert breasts were a good handful at a B/C cup, the stripper with the smallest tits was a double D, and most an E. She glanced down, feeling dissatisfied with her own figure, and suddenly despondent.

She tugged Steve off the dance floor, her fingers entwined with his.

"Come on, I need a drink!"

When she reached the table, she noticed that someone had bought a round of shots, and she helped herself to three, knocking them back one after another, needing some Dutch courage.

Feeling brave, and wanting to keep his attention, she reached back, and slid her hand down his flat abdomen, and then she grasped that thick, hard cock through his pants, and squeezed.

"Mmm, something feels good!!"

 

[Vagrant]

Unbeknowst to Talia or any of the girls, Liam had followed them to the club and stayed back to watch them go about their fun. He wanted Talia to remember tonight as one of the most pleasurable nights of her life, to spur her on to doing more and more. He watched as Eve fondled her infront of everyone, and saw her respond at least somewhat favourably to that. He was really pleased when she let it spur her on to find a man to spend some time with. He didn't know if that was because Eve's actions got her horny or if she wanted to reaffirm her sexuality, but in the end it didn't matter.

While they were all away from the table, he ordered a round of shots to be delivered, and secretly dosed them all with an aphrodisiac. He didn't know which ones Talia would take, but he knew the other girls would be able to handle it. Besides, if she starts to feel like rutting, and seeing the other girls in the same state... peer pressure is a wonderful thing.

After that was done he moved back to a safe vantage point to enjoy the show.

While he waited for the group to come back, he pulled out his phone to make a couple calls. It was time he took Talia out of her chosen element even further, on vacation. It wasn't enough that she was living with the slutty strippers if she could simply go to a club and see examples of moderation. He wanted her to look around and only see the type of people he wanted her to see. And the best way to do that is to control the environment. He made plans to take his yacht out to sea with a few of his men and the strippers.