Undercover Slut (Closed)

[Woe_Foe]

My character:

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Name: Julie Smith
Age: 22
Height: 5'9"
Cup size: 30JJ​

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(IC:)

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So that's where the party was at - Jesus! The neighborhood really has gone to hell and back. Oh right - you probably don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself; hi, my name is Julie Smith. I'm twenty-two years old and I was about to enter some sketchy part of Chicago because of my idiot little brother. Yep, his older sister would have to get him out of trouble. But that's okay - I'm actually a cop...well kind of. I was behind a desk a whole lot, seeing as my chief didn't think that I was suited for the lines of duty. My job title was "Legal Administrator", whatever that is. Truth is, I feel like my peers underestimated me because of my appearance but I could take care of myself!

Oh wow, I just realized how bitter that sounded. But anyway, this was my chance to not only get my brother out of this gang life and show the precinct just what I'm made of! I wasn't dumb (albeit drop dead gorgeous) bimbo and I was a damn good sister.

About my brother...well, he was in his senior year of high school and while he started his teenage years well, he wasn't doing so great anymore. Yeah, like many people of his youth, he succumbed to peer pressure and found himself in trouble under numerous of occasions. First, it was shoplifting, then it was fights and most recently, evidence that he was planning on joining some stupid gang. Both my mom and dad were distant and away whenever he needed help, so it was up to me to call the school and try to solve things before they got out of hand.

Apparently I wasn't too good at that...

About two weeks ago, he came by to ask me for some help. As the good sister that I was, I was more than happy to help out...well, at first. As things turned out, he was in a real pickle - he did, in fact, join some gang in the less desirable parts of Chicago and he was running behind on some payments. He needed money and he needed it bad. I agreed to helping him out, if and only if I could head over to their 'hideout' and tried to talk some common sense into whoever was in charge over their membership there. My brother begged me not to go, that it wasn't safe and I was in way over my head. I wasn't having any of that.

So, imagine my reaction when that twerp of a brother of mine decided to head out early, without me, to their headquarters. I was furious, as you could imagine, and drove after him as soon as I could. And so, here I was...and while I wanted to be in police uniform, I didn't have it on me (I always left it at the precinct, duh).

I simply followed both the noise and the distinct aroma of marijuana smoke before I came to what appeared to be their base of operations and I left my car by the driveway. Once I made my way to the entrance, two bouncers halted my entrance and stared at me.

Okay, so one thing that I should have pointed out earlier is that my body had this effect of guys. Yeah, I had curves in all the right places and I knew the effect it had on men. Part of me enjoyed it too, though I never let those stares go any further than just that. Still, I smacked my head (mentally of course) for having worn this outfit, namely, a tight green Adidas top (which couldn't even close properly, thanks to my big ol' titties), a pair of jeans and heels.

They stared, dumbfounded almost before I let them know:

"Hey, eyes up here." I said " Could you move out of the way? I'm late."

They didn't know who I was but let me in anyway. I guess they figured that with my hot tempered attitude, that I was expected to show up for whatever reason. Good thing that they didn't ask any questions, or I would have been in trouble.

Now, where the hell was Martin?

 

[StFornicate]

I was sitting in the secure back office, going over plans with my top two lieutenants, when I got a buzz from the front of our hideout. I raised an eyebrow, and looked at the video screen for the camera that kept an eye on the door.

"Holy shit, look at the knockers on this dumb slut!" I exclaimed, appreciatively. "Let her in and lead her back to me," I ordered the bouncers through their ear-pieces. I watched her head on into the house...

The house itself was pretty run-down, and marijuana smoke filled the air. Empty bottles and cans were littered about, and a porno video showed on a cheap flat screen TV.

I got up from my desk; she didn't need to know where the magic happened, not yet, and headed out to greet her.

I stopped short in front of her. "Well hello, sugar tits. Tell me now, who in the fuck are you and what in the fuck are you doing here?"

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Well hello, sugar tits. Tell me now, who in the fuck are you and what in the fuck are you doing here?"

Sugar tits? This guy must be some sort of perv!

Thankfully I kept my cool! I just smiled and said "My name is Julie. I just wanted to see if I could...join your crew?" before a quick pause to look at my surroundings (What? A good cop should always do that!). "I heard that you were taking people in and figured I'd give it a shot!"

Of course, I was here undercover. I wasn't going to tell them that I was a cop! If I needed to however, I had my badge in my back pocket!

 

[StFornicate]

She announced that she wanted to join my crew, and everyone burst out in laughter. All eyes were on her now. I looked her up and down, and scowled.

"So lemme get this straight... Pretty little big tittied dumb ass white bitch thinks she can just walk up and join my crew, no questions asked? You are dumber than you look!" I declared, eliciting another round of laughter from the boys.

I sneered down at her. My six-foot-four frame towered over her, my heavily muscled black arms covered in tattoos from wrist to shoulder and across my chest. I wore only big baggy gym shorts and a white wifebeater, which stood out in sharp constrast to my black skin.

"And why the fuck should I take you? Aside from using you as a whore? That'd be a new business venture!"

 

[Woe_Foe]

"And why the fuck should I take you? Aside from using you as a whore? That'd be a new business venture!"

I hate to stay it, but I was a little intimidated but then I realized that hey, I was a cop. That always gave me some new found confidence whenever I had to deal with confrontation. I stood, almost defiantly as my eyes scanned the room, seeing if Martin was nearby.

Nope.

"Because I know where to get us money and how to stay two steps ahead of the cops. Don't you need those two things?" I asked with half a grin on my face.

Come on, that had to work...

 

[StFornicate]

"Well, now we're talkin'!" I replied, sidling on up beside her and wrapping an arm about her slim waist, pulling her bodily against me.

Just then, though, there was a commotion from behind me, and I heard that weasel Martin's shrill voice.

"Julie??? What are you doing here? That's my sister, let her go!"

All eyes turned to look at the skinny white boy, the only white boy in my crew. He was our whipping boy, really. Kept him around for entertainment.

"Marty, you didn't tell us 'bout no big tittied sister!" I said, smirking before reaching up and groping one of those huge tits in front of everyone.

"You best be tellin us why you're really here, bitch," I growled.

 

[Woe_Foe]

Everything was working out, I think.

I thought that it was going to be real easy to find my brother and get the fuck out of here (or hey, maybe even find some stuff to get these awful people in trouble). I thought it was going to be easy...well, at least until Martin showed up and freaked out at the sight of me here with this man's arm around my waist.

That's how this happened:

"Marty, you didn't tell us 'bout no big tittied sister!"

His hand, which was on my hip, quickly reached up and grabbed one of my boobs in front of everyone! I freaked out and just watched as one of his hands held one of my boobies through my green top - his hand, while big, unable to cup it all.

"You best be tellin us why you're really here, bitch," he growled.

I...I needed to do something. Come on Julie, think...

My hand instinctively went to slap his, grabbing my poor chest. "I told you, fuck. My brother is in and I want in too. What's the matter with you?"

I needed to act tough!

 

[StFornicate]

We all had a good chuckle at that. I pretended to act hurt by her slap, waving my hand around a bit and smiling devilishly down at her.

She was familiar to me, in a way. And it wasn't like I knew all that many white girls. I was from the hood, after all, and had only a few months ago got out of federal prison after a three-year vacation there on Uncle Sam's dime.

In fact, there was only one red-headed, huge-tittied white girl I had even encountered in the three months since I'd gotten out. And she had been at the police station when I was released.

And now she was in my living room, as realization dawned on me. She was that cop. She probably didn't remember me; after all, she probably saw at least a dozen black guys like me get processed in and out every fucking day.

We could make the most of this, after all.

"All right all right, come with me, Sugar Tits, and tell me about this money you know about..." I said, pulling her away from the crowd, towards the kitchen, where a little makeshift bar was set up. "Let's have a toke and a drink and get to know each other a little better," I said, producing a thick-rolled joint, marijuana laced with speed. It's what I gave the guys before they went out on a job...

 

[Woe_Foe]

"All right all right, come with me, Sugar Tits, and tell me about this money you know about... Let's have a toke and a drink and get to know each other a little better,"

Good, look like it worked!

I could use a drink anyway, what with getting away from trouble and all. I eyed Martin with a serious 'I know what I'm doing' glare before I walked with the stranger towards the kitchen area. Huh. I didn't know his name, did I? I eyed him curiously, before asking:

"What's your name again?"

 

[StFornicate]

"Malcolm Freeman," I replied, "is my name. And you're Sugar Tits, got it?" I spat at her. I wanted to make sure she knew her place. "Here, fire it up," I said, handing her the unlit joint.

It was a test, of course. She was way too green of a cop to truly be undercover. She didn't really seem all that bright. But I needed to know how far she was willing to go to prove herself tonight, and this laced joint was the perfect test.

"Don't be shy," I said. "This is how we roll."

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Don't be shy. This is how we roll."

Okay, okay...Don't be scared Julie.

It was like in that movie. I don't know the name, but the one with the undercover cop who infiltrated the mafia? Look I don't know the name! I only know the popular kinds of movies and nothing too old, so it was beyond me.

Come on Julie, stop panicking...

"Fine." I said, trying to fake some confidence. "So long as it's free, right?"

I lit it up and slowly brought it to my mouth. It was just like inhaling a cigarette right? It had to be.

I took a huff and savored the smoke in my mouth...

 

[StFornicate]

I watched as Sugar Tits fired up the joint and took a hit. I smirked, knowing just what kind of speed was laced within the marijuana she was toking on.

"That's it, take a big hit. Tonight's your night, girl," I said, encouraging her even as I poured her a very stiff drink. I made sure to make it strong, but the strength of the booze was masked by the fruity juice.

It wouldn't take long at all now, before she was higher than she'd probably ever been...

 

[Woe_Foe]

"That's it, take a big hit. Tonight's your night, girl,"

The smoke was tough. Sure, I smoked cigarettes before but I felt like I could choke on the joint! After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, I breathed out the smoke and coughed a few times. I didn't want to seem weak so...

"Wow, that's good stuff." I muttered, before grabbing hold on the cup. I took a sip and it tasted so...

Good?

"Mmm. This stuff is better though."

 

[StFornicate]

"Oh don't worry, you'll be feeling that smoke here any second..." I said, smirking at her and drawing her close to me once again.

I knew the speed that was laced on the weed would kick in for her any moment now. I reached into the back pocket of her incredibly tight jeans, openly groping her big ass while I did.

"That's some nice assets. I could use a girl like you in my crew," I told her. I spun her around in my arms, and pulled her back against my body. My massive erection was quite evident, pressed as it was against her voluptuous ass.

I reached up and groped her tits once more, pulling her physically back into my, against my obvious erection.

"You just have to prove yourself first..."

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Oh don't worry, you'll be feeling that smoke here any second..."

What...What was going on with me?

Everything around be became all...echoey. I don't know, I felt light headed all of a sudden. In a panic, I looked towards that guy...um, Malcolm. He was grinning...but of course he was! He was grabbing my fanny!

"Why are you grabbing my butt?" I asked softly, as if I was half-asleep. Wait, of course he was grabbing my butt! He was a pervert!

"That's some nice assets. I could use a girl like you in my crew,"
"Oomph!" I cried out as he suddenly span me around. Before I knew what was what, his hands were on my boobs! He even gave them both a little squeeze.

I looked down to see his hands do that. Why was it so sexy to see someone's hands on my boobs? And why was I rubbing my butt against his...cock?

"You just have to prove yourself first..."

"How?" I asked simply, rubbing my big butt against his cock.

 

[StFornicate]

I laughed at her.

"Any dumb white bitch can rub her ass up on a guy," I said, smacking that ass quite firmly.

"Take that joint out into the big room," I told her, "pass it to one of the boys and tell him, It's time to roll."

I smirked.

The boys would know just what to do.

 

[Woe_Foe]

"Take that joint out into the big room, pass it to one of the boys and tell him, It's time to roll."

Big room?

I was a bit lost in the hallway, trying to find this place that he was talking about. After what felt like hours, I managed to walk into a room that wasn't locked. Jesus Christ...I'm never going to take drugs again in my life. Even cigarettes...

I saw several guys there. I came up to one and said:

"Boss says it's time to roll."

 

[StFornicate]

"It's time to roll means its time to roll!" the thug said, taking the joint from her fingers and taking a big toke off it before passing it on.

Quickly, the four guys in the room were high and ready to rock and roll. They all pulled out their handguns, got them locked and loaded.

"You know where we headed Marcus?"

"Fuck yeah. Liquor store at ninth and domingo. They never paid up this month." Marcus turned and looked at Julie. "Showtime, Sugar Tits, let's go," he said, and they headed out the backdoor to an alleyway...