Undercover Trouble (Closed)

[Gamina]

"Good Job Rookie"

The jolly voice of Chief Regan barely registered in the ears of Sarah, as the two of them were sipping on coffee while looking through the one way mirror glass of their interogation room. While they waited what seemed to be a very uncomfortable amount of time for the Special Agent to start questioning the criminal, Sarah thought about what a shitshow her day had been.


Her partner had called in sick this morning, forcing her to patrol the streets of their little rural town solo. The chief had suggested she could stay at the office, working on paperwork as things had gotten a little crazy this summer. But off course she couldn't accept it. She had to proof that she was just as good as anyone of the guys at the station.

She also knew that when she saw the lamborgini not make a full stop before turning right at the red light that her partner would have told her not to bother. The guy wasn't speeding, and there was nobody on the road. Plus rich guys usually involve lawyers and made the county spend more money persuing the fine, than the fine was worth. But off course she had flipt on her lights and stopped the man When he told her he was goint to retrieve his papers from the glovebox, she was taken aback from his attitude, most people asked if it was okay to reach for it, and when the glovecompartment opened and she saw the polished wood handle of what appeared to be a gun . ( it turned out to be the handle of a screwdriver) she had reached for her gun and shot the guy. Luckily for her she had switched around her belt that morning thinking it would be better since she would approach the cars from the other side as usual being alone, and instead of shooting him with her gun she had only tasered the man.

It was in the midst of that confusion that Agent MacCalister and his partner swooped in and planted a gun and coke in the car. Telling her to just play along and happily fail forward into her career. Apparently that guy was some bigshot in the City's organised crime and this bust would fast track her career, as long as off course, she remembered that her actions were not only warranted, but also totally legitimate.

"So Al, are you going to die in custody like most of your associate have done when caught?"

Agent McCalister said calmly, shocking the two small town cops on the other side of the Mirror. Even if it did not seem to shock the man in front of him. After a second or two the agent slid a folder towards the criminal.

"Or are you going to save yourself, by helping us shutting down your organisation? "

In the forlder was a standard amnesty document used to recruit criminals to become protected sources.


Sarah was relieved when the man didn't seem to protest about the illegality of the bust. Maybe he had already resigned himself to his fate. So Relaxing a little Sarah moved back to the bullpen to finish up the paperwork.



Later that day Sarah was accosted by another FBI agent She introduced her als Ally and told Sarah about how her services were requested by the bureau and spend the next two hours briefing her on the Organisation of the man she had arrested that morning and gave her a speed course on undercover work. With little more than that, but the promise that they would link up later she was dropped off at a safe house, where she was told that Al would be to sync up their cover. Overwhelmed but excited by the opportunity, Sarah confidently knocked on the door.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"So Al, are you going to die in custody like most of your associate have done when caught?" Agent McCalister slid a folder across the table. "Or are you going to save yourself, by helping us shutting down your organisation?"

Al Kelly leaned back in the hard chair taking up as much space as he could. He was still sore from where that fucking cop Tazered him. He stared at McCalister out of the corner of his eye and offered him the slightest of smirks. “Lawyer.”

“With this evidence, I don’t like your chances Al.”

“Lawyer,” repeated Al.

“You want to think real hard about this, Al. We put you away and you 'aint coming out again. It’s a shame because we aren’t really interested in you. It’s your boss, Hugo Evans, that we want. You give us what we want, we give you what you want,” McCalister pressed, leaning forward.

“What I want," Al replied evenly, "is my fucking lawyer,”

**

Several hours later, Anne Ray sat across from Al in a private room. Ms Ray handled all of Mr Evan’s legal issues. Reading through his file, she looked worried. On the desk between them was Anne’s phone and Hugo Evan’s, his boss, was on the other end of the line.

“The evidence they have is comprehensive. As a stitch up, it has been well executed. This will be a struggle to prove that the drugs don’t belong to you in a court of law. We can fight it, but-“

“No need,” Mr Evan’s replied. “Thank you Ms Ray. I’ll speak privately with Al.” Ms Ray stood and Al watched her leaving the room, admiring the way her hips swung from side to side.

“The Millaneo’s own McCalister and his partner Beally. Fair bet they are being paid to take you out of the game,” Mr Evan’s said.

“I figured the same.”

“They want an informant, and I think that someone is already snitching to the Feds.”

“You want me to invite someone in,” Al said. “The devil we know. The devil we can control. A devil that might flush the others out into the open.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Exactly.”

“As it happens, I have someone in mind.”

**

Al opened the door to his apartment to find Sarah standing on the other side. Al was dressed in his jeans, but no shirt or shoes. He looked her up and down, his eyes predatory.
He waved Sarah in without a word and closed the door behind her. “You want a drink, or smoke?” he asked, then waited for an answer. “Before we begin, you wearing a wire?”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah was a little taken aback as the door swung open and she was greeted by the topless muscular giant. Off course she had seen him before, but while he looked threatening while sitting in his car, or even sitting cuffed in the interrogation room, just standing there filling the doorway with his massive frame. As the man waved her in Sarah had to chastise herself and remind her that she was in control here, before taking a step over the threshold.

“You want a drink, or smoke?” He asked, she shook her head to the negative and then added. "No thanks, I am good" Then as he asked her “Before we begin, you wearing a wire?” At that Sarah's eyebrow cocked. "If you mean a physical wire, like in the movies, then no" she says a little condescending, not adding hello boomer, but thinking it very loudly. "Like I am sure you were told, phones do most of the heavy lifting these days."
then looking around the room she added. "And speaking of phones, can you hand me yours, for a sec."

Sarah wasn't all that excited about what she would have to put on his phone next. But as Ally said, half of the job of selling a relationship these days, were building believable breadcrumbs on social media and phones. So the two of them had created a flirty thread with a selection of Sarah's private pictures she had taken for Lisa, and thanks to a handy new FBI program she would be able to backdate the conversation as if the two of them were already a thing for a few weeks.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al handed her his phone without complaint. Before he indicated that she hand over hers so he could check that there were no recording devices in play. A brief glance confirmed that he wasn't being taped.

Al led Sarah into his modest home. The living area was clean and organised. A book shelf held a large collection of text books and novels, most to do with business or True crime. In amongst the books were various electronic devices. Lap tops, burner phones and the like. A large television was fixed into the walland an expensive stereo sat beneath it.

Al led Sarah into the spacious kitchen. This too was clean and organised with frying pans and cooking utensils neatly arranged in cupboards or against the wall. He opened the top most cabinet and retrieved some vodka, and then fished some juice from the fridge before preparing himself a cocktail in a mixer.

He drank in silence as she played with his phone, allowing his massive physique to dominate the space intimidatingly.

"You been part of an under cover operation like this before, Officer Sarah?" he asked.

 

[Gamina]

Taking her phone back Sarah was a little confused, Ally had warned her that Al had the reputation of being a very intelligent criminal, yet he had checked her phone as if there would be an app on it called spycraft or such, instead of just realizing that the phone itself had a ton of apps that were able to record in the background. But then she thought that maybe he was just acting like a paranoid boomer all the time to cover his tracks.

Looking around the apartment as she linked their phones for the download, she was surprised to see just how neatly the apartment looked. Less there is a maid that comes daily neat, more like the owner of this apartment has OCD like tendencies. Then she was hit with yet another surprising conflicting fact. This giant macho man actually is casually drinking a fruity cocktail at home as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Sarah made a mental note to throw all assumptions out of the window and just take things as they come with this man.

"You been part of an under cover operation like this before, Officer Sarah?"

"Let's drop the officer part." She said as she figured the sooner they dropped titles, the less likely it would be they slip up in the future. Then she very carefully thought about how to answer his question. "Exactly like this? No off course not." She said as nobody would believe that young as she was, that she would have been send into the lions den already. And one thing Ally had hammered into her during their short time together, was to never lie, when there was a way to be truthful. "But i have been undercover plenty of times" She said thinking about de dozens of times she had worked with Vice to bust john's and every time she had been send out in unmarked cars with a speedgun. Then not wanting him to focus too much on her answer she casually asked. "So what made you decide to get out of this life?"

Ally had said that part of bargain was for the FBI to pull him out and give him a ride to the airport. Apparently he had a plan to start over that was safer than the FBI's witness protection program, and when she heard just how ruthless his people are, she couldn't even blame him, as she herself did not feel 100% confident about her role in all of this, and how safe she will be from blowback if they didn't dismantled this group to the ground ine one swift move.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“So what made you decide to get out of this life?" Sarah asked.

Al uttered a loud and bitter laugh. “Let’s not pretend that this is my choice. That gun was not mine and those drugs were not mine, and you know that. You and your corrupt colleagues stitched me up to cover your tight little ass. “

He crossed into the living room and dropped into a lounge chair and leaned back like a king on his throne.

“Still, i have contingencies and will be well taken care of once you burn everything here to the ground.”

He sipped from his drink studying her figure. She was stunningly beautiful, but she looked like a cop who was undercover. Most of the girls at the night club dressed to arouse and be noticed. Showing off skin, ass and cleavage as the gyrated on the dance floor. She would need a serious make over to help her fit in.

“As I understand it, I am to get you into the dance club the Omega Fusion and start introducing you to all the players.

These people are slow to trust, so if you are posing as my latest squeeze you are going to have to really sell it.”

Al’s mouth twister into and mischievous grin. He lifted his drink to his mouth a finished the glass, his eyes studying Sarah the whole time. “So what were your thoughts on that? “

After she answered Al nodded and waved for her to take a seat. “ so what is your plan? How do you want to do this?”

 

[Gamina]

“Let’s not pretend that this is my choice. That gun was not mine and those drugs were not mine, and you know that. You and your corrupt colleagues stitched me up to cover your tight little ass. “ Sarah suppressed a sneer at the mans words, but as much as she wanted to get upset at his language, she couldn't help but to feel guilty about what the feds had done to him. But its not like a suburban rookie cop like her could do much to go against them.


“Still, i have contingencies and will be well taken care of once you burn everything here to the ground.”

She was about to pop off saying we, but she figured that he might just be in denial that at the end of the day most of the damage will be done by him. After all she was mostly here to legitimize the information.

“As I understand it, I am to get you into the dance club the Omega Fusion and start introducing you to all the players. These people are slow to trust, so if you are posing as my latest squeeze you are going to have to really sell it. So what were your thoughts on that?”

Seeing the grin on the man as he said this, she again was confronted with the duality in his character. At one part he acted nonchalant about the set up, but then it was clear he was not going to make this easy for her. Luckily again Ally had prepped her for this.

"Well that is not going to happen. Like you said these people are slow to trust, and being your your latest squeeze is just not going to get me anywhere" She said putting as much distain in the word squeeze as possible, as she can only imagine how the run of the mill fucktoy gets threated in such circles.

"So we will introduce me as your new girlfriend, and you will sell them on the idea that in the near future, I will literally be part of the family" She said confidently " And as the Fed's made clear already, we keep it professional. You keep me close, because you can not imagine spending a second more away from me than necessary, and you make sure i am close enough to all of the necessary information and conversation so we can keep this as short as possible "

She said just as the two phones finished linking up. So throwing him his phone with the spicy threads she keep an eye on him to see how he reacted to this all

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"So we will introduce me as your new girlfriend, and you will sell them on the idea that in the near future, I will literally be part of the family" She said confidently " And as the Fed's made clear already, we keep it professional. You keep me close, because you can not imagine spending a second more away from me than necessary, and you make sure i am close enough to all of the necessary information and conversation so we can keep this as short as possible "

Al smiled and nodded, playing the words over in his head. After a moment he sighed. "I'm going to die." Al covered his face with his hands. "Your story is very romantic, but it wouldn't matter how much I love you, no one is going to say shit around you. Mr Evan's once beat his own wife for interrupting a meeting.

They need to trust you and see you're not a threat. That means seeing your face around. Meeting and chatting with you casually. Doing work for them or providing opportunities that will make them money. Being part of the team. They need to know what they say in front of you isn't going to be repeated, and no one trusts their wives, husbands or partners that much.

I mean, you are appearing out of no where, and you expect them to believe that I think you're the love of my life? That I need you by my side every minute of every day. I 'aint that sort of guy, and they know that." Al took a breath, trying to calm his emotions.

“Here is my issue, if you get found out as a cop, my people will kill you and me both.” Al leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling. He stayed like that for a long moment, before reaching a decision.

“Listen you’re the boss here, but our two barriers to them being comfortable with you are having you look the part and having both of us acting the part.” He held up a finger for each of his points. “Right now, everything about you screams cop. We need to change that. If you are going to be posing as the love of my life then you may as well enjoy the benefits.”

Al stood and strode past her and into the bedroom. The bedroom was large and spacious. A king sized bed dominated the room with bed side table on one side. At the far corner of the room were a series of weights. The room was vacuumed, dusted and bed made. It looked like something out of a Home design catalogue. Al opened the small bed side table with a key and fished out ten one-hundred-dollar bills.

“Most of the bitches at the club are gold diggers,” he told Sarah. “They dress expensive, get driven around in expensive cars, take designer drugs and drink expensive cocktails. All of which are paid for by their men. My colleagues. You need to fit in to that scene.

For the moment our cover story should be that I’m your sugar daddy. As they get to know you, our relationship can evolve to that thing you said. For now, everything you buy, you buy with my money. That would show that I'm invested in you, and the other guys will leave you alone. You call the shots when we are alone, but out there this is our safest story.”

Al shoved the $1000 into her hand. “For now, buy some clubbing clothing, lingerie, and new shoes. To fit in it needs to be expensive and sexy. One set of clubbing clothing only.” As she started to protest he waved her away. “This is my life on the line, and your department will never authorise this. Plus you wont be able to keep up with this life style on your salary. There is plenty more where that came from,” he said, nodding first at the money and then toward his side table.

 

[Gamina]

"I'm going to die." As Al covered his face with his hands, Sarah suppressed a blush as she felt the sting of his heartfelt sarcasm "Your story is very romantic, but it wouldn't matter how much I love you, no one is going to say shit around you. Mr Evan's once beat his own wife for interrupting a meeting."

As the criminal kept on talking, Sarah's mind spun in a whirlwind of emotions as the difficulty of her task dawned upon her, and she couldn't for the life of her understand why the Feds wanted her on this case.

“Here is my issue, if you get found out as a cop, my people will kill you and me both.” The seriousness of his tone grabbed the young cops attention and she snapped back to their conversation. She understood why the man was nervous, after all no matter how good his exit plan was, if they got caught, that would all be pointless.

“Listen you’re the boss here, but our two barriers to them being comfortable with you are having you look the part and having both of us acting the part. Right now, everything about you screams cop. We need to change that. If you are going to be posing as the love of my life then you may as well enjoy the benefits.” Sarah nodded along, not only because he was making sense, but mainly because she knew that she indeed was the boss here, but it would go a long way, if Al had the illusion that he was.

As Al gave her the money, she wanted to wave it off, telling him that the Feds were paying for all the expenses, and they had an obscene budget dedicated to take down his organization. But as he commented about her department, she figured it would be to much work to convince him otherwise, and while Ally had mostly told her how to install the necessary files on their phones, and select the spicy pictures to send, she had touched on how to document any payments and gifts she received during this mission. So if he wanted to bankroll her instead of the feds doing so, it mattered little.

"Well I can always spend money on myself like any girl" She said as she started to browse some of her favorite 'windows' shopping sites of clothes that were way to expensive for her normal budget.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al studied Sarah’s face as she took the thousand dollars and placed it in her purse. Already he could see a growing sense of excitement as she no doubt was imagining what she might spend it on. He had to suppress the urge to smile.

"Well I can always spend money on myself like any girl" she said.

Good. Very good.

As she checked her phone, he picked up his own device and his eyes widened in shock as he scrolled through a half a dozen extremely sexy photo’s of Sarah. Sarah in a black tank top revealing her generous cleavage. Sarah in a pink polka dot dress, with a bow in her hair smiling flirtatiously at him from the screen. Sarah topless with her hand and arm hiding her perfect ample 42D breasts. Mesmerized Al could feel something stirring beneath the waist.

He turned the phone around revealing the topless photo back to the subject herself. “Um… wow. I mean... Thank you,” he said a little lost for words. “Is it wrong that I find this arousing? I mean that’s the point isn’t it? Still... um.. professional, yes.” The last sentence was offered to put her slightly at ease. Although, he suspected their ideas of being a professional might be quite different. Al had no problems fucking people he worked with.

Sarah had also installed some generic messages on his phone of two people flirting with each other. The messages from him didn’t sound like him. There were a series of texts from him with bad pick up lines, and her ‘lol’ing and begging him to stop being so corny, which were kind of believable.

- If I could rearrange the alphabet I would put U and I together
- I’m not a professional photographer, but I can picture us together.
- Is your name Google because you are everything I’m searching for.

Hmm, sweet, he guessed. Whatever.

He pocketed his phone and found it hard not to imagine Sarah actually wearing those clothes and posing for him for real. It was a stimulating thought. He shook his head. Back to business.

“Before we enter the lion’s den, do you think we should have a dress rehearsal?” he asked. Cocking his head to one side, and holding eye contact a little longer than was usual. “I’ll take you out on a date, Tomorrow. That will give you time to go shopping. We can go somewhere neutral where we can work out the kinks of whatever this is. It will, dare I say, give us an opportunity to get to know each other a little better before we start the actual shit show.”

 

[Gamina]

““Um… wow. I mean... Thank you. Is it wrong that I find this arousing? I mean that’s the point isn’t it? Still... um.. professional, yes.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and again was hit with the stark contrast in what she expected his reaction to be and the one she got. But then it was never the less flattering.

"Yes, terrible considering I am in a fully committed gay relationship." She said letting that sink in for a second before adding "I will also remind you, that while some PDA is unavoidable, your deal with the feds is void if you take it to far"

She was happy when Ally had said she had added this to the list for her protection, as she herself would never have thought to have it stipulated. But apparently due to past issues Ally always made it a point to add it for female undercover missions.


“Before we enter the lion’s den, do you think we should have a dress rehearsal? I’ll take you out on a date, Tomorrow. That will give you time to go shopping. We can go somewhere neutral where we can work out the kinks of whatever this is. It will, dare I say, give us an opportunity to get to know each other a little better before we start the actual shit show.”

Again the man made a good point, but every day they delayed, was a day longer away from home. So she said.

"While this would make sense if we were acting as if we were in an actual serious relationship, since I am to be just your latest squeeze we might aswel just jump in. " she said asserting a bit of control over the situation. "So what about we make that date somewhere established?"

All the while she had selected her outfit, a purse and shoes to match and ordered it for same day delivery on the Fed card. The looking up at the man. "Oops the outfit totalled at 2.5k"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Yes, terrible considering I am in a fully committed gay relationship." She said.

“Is it strange that I think it makes these hotter.” He chuckled, pocketing his phone.

"I will also remind you, that while some PDA is unavoidable, your deal with the feds is void if you take it too far"

Yes, he had been briefed repeatedly on the need to behave and respect his female partner. He’d had to assure the Feds again and again that he wouldn’t do anything that Sarah wasn’t willing to do and been lectured for hours on the consequences. The long and the short of the agreement was that she had to consent before he could express any public displays of affection.

"While this would make sense if we were acting as if we were in an actual serious relationship,” she continued, “since I am to be just your latest squeeze we might as well just jump in. So, what about we make that date somewhere established?"

So, she thought she was ready for this. He wasn’t so sure, but she was insistent. Almost in a hurry.

Most operations of this type took months or years, not days. Her attitude was almost reckless. In reality, his boss knew she was coming, but if the operation went too quickly or easily the feds would suspect something was up.

They could hit one of the clubs where there would be less people around. Target one of the small time dealers working for … For a moment he was lost in thought as he considered where best to take her.

"Oops the outfit totalled at 2.5k"

He raised his eyebrows. Did it? This woman was not what he expected. Maybe she would fit in to the club scene better than he’d anticipated.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl.” Without another word, Al crossed back to his desk drawer and removed a small roll of hundreds. He counted out fifteen and returned the roll to his drawer. With fifteen hundred dollars in hand, he strode up to and then past Sarah. He took a seat on the bed, money still in his hand.

“Fine, if you think you’re ready for this. Let’s see what you’ve got in terms of PDA. I need to know where your soft and hard limits are. Imagine we’re in public, and you want,” he counted the money in a teasing voice, “Fifteen hundred dollars from your sugar daddy. With the right combination of asking nicely and some PDA I will give some or all of this to you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You tell me what I’m allowed to do and what I’m not, but anything I have consent to do, I’ll do. “

 

[Gamina]

“Fine, if you think you’re ready for this. Let’s see what you’ve got in terms of PDA. I need to know where your soft and hard limits are. Imagine we’re in public, and you want,” he counted the money in a teasing voice, “Fifteen hundred dollars from your sugar daddy. With the right combination of asking nicely and some PDA I will give some or all of this to you. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You tell me what I’m allowed to do and what I’m not, but anything I have consent to do, I’ll do. “

Sarah rolled her eyes at the man, shaking her head a little and say "Hey we both know that a dress, shoe's, lingerie. and a purse to match cost money." She says not sure if she overplayed her hand or not. But then steadying herself she said. " Look we both know that once we are out there, there will be an amount of touching that is unavoidable. So if you need to grab or tap my ass in public, that is fine. If you need a peck on the lips, that is fine. But for more, I would need to have a very good reason to allow it."

Thinking about it left her with a weird feeling in her guts. On one side the thought of giving this giant of a man any control over her body disgusted her, but on the other side, she couldn't help but to find it a little exciting to do something like this. Then looking at the man it was clear he was expecting her to dance to his tune even here, so she just shrugged. "Let's not walk into the rehearsal trap, and just let out interactions flow organically. Anything else you need to be able to sell us as a thing?"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Hey we both know that a dress, shoe's, lingerie. and a purse to match cost money."

Al smiled in bemusement but made no comment.

" Look we both know that once we are out there, there will be an amount of touching that is unavoidable. So if you need to grab or tap my ass in public, that is fine. If you need a peck on the lips, that is fine. But for more, I would need to have a very good reason to allow it."

“Good to know.,” Al said with a mischievous smile. “I am comfortable with you kissing me anywhere at any time in order to sell the idea that in private we are fucking each other. You can sit on my lap or grind your butt into it, you can embrace me and place your hand on my butt. I must insist on being able to hold your hand in public or place my hand around your waist.”

"Let's not walk into the rehearsal trap, and just let out interactions flow organically. Anything else you need to be able to sell us as a thing?"

"No,"Al shook his head and stood. He handed her a single hundred dollar note, pocketed the other fourteen hundred, and turned her toward the door. “I’ll give you the rest later, if you can be more convincing. In future, when I give you money remember to thank your Sugar Daddy or you might find yourself cut off. Manners are important.”

His right arm snaked around her back and hand settled on her left ass cheek which he used to pull her closer. From this position he escorted her out of the bedroom, through the living area toward his front door.

Everything seemed to be happening in a rush to minimize her protests.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow from the meeting point we agreed with the FBI at 9pm. Be wearing your new outfit, and do not have any recording devices. Tomorrow we go to work.”

He took his hand off her butt cheek, opened the door, and indicated that it was time for Sarah to leave. He nodded along to any of her further protests or comments and waited for her to leave. However, once she’d stepped outside he held up a finger. “Oh, I almost forgot. My boss and his rivals probably have someone watching the apartment. Before you leave the building maybe you could mess up your hair, ruffle up your clothes or remove your bra and hide it in your purse so it looks like we’ve been having sex. Have a good night.”

Then he shut the door.

 

[Gamina]

"No, I’ll give you the rest later, if you can be more convincing. In future, when I give you money remember to thank your Sugar Daddy or you might find yourself cut off. Manners are important.” As the man only gave her a hundred she gave him an obviously fake puppy eyes look. But as she did she shrugged the powerplay off as she could always just declare stuff on the Fed card.

As his arm snaked around her body, and his huge hand cupped her buttocks' she forced herself to relax into it, even if the grip of the man seemed to be absurdly strong. But before she could assess that this was probably because she was simply not used to being touched by men, he started to guide her out of the room.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow from the meeting point we agreed with the FBI at 9pm. Be wearing your new outfit, and do not have any recording devices. Tomorrow we go to work.”

Sarah nodded along, even if she didn't quite understood why he was hammering on the recording devices as if that was something they controlled. Both their cellphones were recording at all times and were hard conditions to his deal with the feds.

“Oh, I almost forgot. My boss and his rivals probably have someone watching the apartment. Before you leave the building maybe you could mess up your hair, ruffle up your clothes or remove your bra and hide it in your purse so it looks like we’ve been having sex. Have a good night.”

Sarah was surprised by his words but even more so on how fast his door closed on her. She almost felt a ping of rejection at it before admonishing herself that it was a good things that he didn't linger. Shaking up her hair, before giving it a half hearted attempt to fix it again, she moved to the elevator, while unhooking her bra and pulling it through her shirt and stashing it in her purse, even if she had no idea what this would add to the esthetics.




Getting home, she threw her bag on the sofa and plopped down exhausted, but then was startled to see Agent Ally in her home. She had send her girlfriend to stay with her parents for the duration of this assignment, so had not expected anyone home.

"You did good today." She said as she closed her tablet and came to sit in the sofa opposed to her. "He is going to be hard to control when he is in his own element so good of you to not give him too much bandwidth today. But be careful, these guys are ruthless sadists, so if you push too hard, you might get burned. " Sarah nodded along and for a few hours the women went over the debrief and the plan for the next couple of days.


The next day at 9PM Sarah was primed and ready at the agreed spot.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Once Sarah had left, Al crossed to his bed side table and opened a lead box. Placing the phone that the police woman had been tampered with into the box he closed and locked the block. If she’d installed anything in the way of wire tapping onto his phone, the connection should have been lost.

Al moved back into his living area and took one of the burner phones from his shelf. His boss answered on the second ring. “Hey boss. Yes, everything is proceeding as planned…”

**

The engine for the Lamborghini roared briefly before settling into a dull purr as Al parked the red sports care outside of where he was supposed to pick up Sarah. The door opened in response to the noise and Sarah stepped out.

Wow. Just wow. Al gave her a short sharp wolf whistle as she sashayed down the stairs in her new dress, purse and shoes. “Money well spent,” he grinned as she approached the passenger seat.

“You look amazing. The other women are going to be very jealous.”

Once she was in the vehicle he took off down the street. Al let the beast off it’s leash where he could, but if anything the maginificent vehicle seemed to almost be frustrated at the lack of open road and abundance of stop signs.

“Alright, our cover story. If anyone asks who I am to you, tell them I take care of you now,” he instructed her on the drive. If you have any questions for me, now is the time.”

He answered what he could, but before long they were in the city and he was pulling up outside the Saphire Cat, a dance club, but not the Omega Fusion where his boss worked. He stopped the red sports car without explanation, handed the keys to a valet and circled the vehicle to open the door for Sarah.

As she stepped from the vehicle, he admired her shapely body and was quick to snake his hand around his waist and grab her left ass cheek again. He smiled feeling the soft flesh of her buttock cradled nicely in his palm. Pulling Sarah closer to him, Al led her to the door of the club.

There was a long queue, but a nod to the bouncer had them skip the queue and walk straight in. The thumping rave music assaulted their senses and the smell of alcohol, perfume and sweat hit them like a wall. The club seemed to almost be sexually charged with small group of women dressed in cosplay, skimpy clothing, or sexy dresses drinking and flirted with men and other women around them. Similarly, a group of topless well muscled men were crowded about the bar while several couples were either dancing with drug induced frenzy or making out on the couches.

Al paused closed his eyes and took a deep sniff. He was home. “Try and blend in,” he told Sarah

He led Sarah past a woman lying on top of a man. Both were face up, and the woman was idly playing with his crotch through his pants while he stroked her stomach. Another girl may have been giving a guy a head job in a darkened corner, it was difficult to make them out. Al ignored them all leading Sarah up a flight of stairs to a balcony that overlooked the dance floor.

He leaned on the railing and turned back toward Sarah. “Alright Kitten, here is two hundred dollars.” He handed her the money. “Go to that bar in the corner and order a Manhatten for me and a Cock sucking cowboy for you. Now, you might see a guy who is trying to look like Tony Stark. I want you to make eye contact with the Robert Downey Jr mutha-fucker. If you succeed he is going to try and sell you Ecstasy. Buy five pills with the remaining money and then come back to me.”
He pulled her in with his hand which was still on her ass, kissed her and gave the ass cheek a slap.

“Off you go, Kitten.”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah did her best not to show how interested she was in the car, putting on her best dead pan valley girl face on, and greeted Al with the same fake enthusiasm she had seen girls in college do so often. It felt weird, but she figured things would get even weirder as time passed.

As all talked to her about the evening, Sarah had a hard time focusing on his words, as the reality of this mission started to settle in. Up until she stepped into the lambo it felt as if she was in a spy movie, but as the door slid down on her, she felt the pressure of reality crashing in. She vaguely remember asking some trivial questions to the man, but before she knew it they arrived at their destination and she was escorted into the club.

Al just walked them inside as if he owned the place, and Sarah figured that if not literally, he probably had undue control over this place. Looking around, trying to act as if this was her normal habitat, remembering from her training working with vice on how to spot people that were out of place for the city, and making sure not to show the tell tale signs. Normally she would have been revolted by being so openly groped by a man, but for now she leaned into the strong arm of her partner and used it to anchor her confidence.

“Try and blend in,” Al said as he guided her through the throng of bodies and glitter. “Alright Kitten, here is two hundred dollars. “Go to that bar in the corner and order a Manhatten for me and a Cock sucking cowboy for you. Now, you might see a guy who is trying to look like Tony Stark. I want you to make eye contact with the Robert Downey Jr mutha-fucker. If you succeed he is going to try and sell you Ecstasy. Buy five pills with the remaining money and then come back to me.”

Sarah almost yelped as Al pulled her in for a kiss and slapped her cheek. But she played it off as a gleeful reaction. "Oh never had a Manhattan" She said a bit surprised at the man ordering what sounded as the gayest cocktail in the world. Walking to the bar she surveyed it first, seeing many women at the front of the bar she instead locked on to a normal looking bloke at the end of the bar, desperately waving his credit card at the bartender that was clearly ignoring him.

"What are you trying to order?" She asked as she gave the man a friendly smile. He stumbled a little on his words, but quickly recovered and told her he was trying to get a beer. Sarah then smiled again and waved a hand with the money she got from Al to the bartender, who immediately stopped what he was doing to take her order. " a Manhattan, a cock sucking cowboy, and a beer please" She said and as the Bartender went to fix their drink, she turned to the man. "If you do not have a black card, you want to flash cash. Better chance of getting a tip, or easier to skim of the top." He smiled and thanked her for the tip, but as the bartender came with their order, Sarah put the money back in her purse, took her part of the order and winked at the man before walking away. Not looking back she could hear a very short attempt from the man too explain the situation to the bartender, who off course did not care at all.

With her drinks in hand she then went on to find the wannabe Ironman. It didn't take her long as Al's description was spot on, and with very little work, she had the man's gaze locked on hers. Walking up to him, she allowed him to kind of corner her against a pillar, turning his back to the crowed, then leaned in to whisper. "You look like a girl who likes to party. Looking for a good time?" She smiled at him pinning him for not only a class A douchbag, but also a prime case of a creep. So figuring it was better to keep this short she said. "Yeah and my man Al tells me, you have the best xtc in this club." Sarah smiled as the man's demeanor chilled drastically. "How many does he want?" He asked, and Sarah told him that Al wanted 5 pills. The wannabe avenger took out a little back and fished a couple of pills out, leaving five of them for her inside. "That will be $150" He said and this time Sarah didn't stiffle her laughter. "Common, these are for Al. Are you really expecting me do set his drink down for this." She said but as the man smirked at her, she quickly caught on that he was a cityboy through and through as he did not understood the saying common for her nick of the woods. "Fine tell him these are on me" He said and without missing a beat his one hand took the hem of her dress as the one holding the packet of pills slipped into her panties and way to slowly, slid them between her legs. Then pulling out his hand he moved away and went right back to mingling with some of his whores. Taking it in stride, Sarah kept a smile on her lips as she moved towards Al to hand over the goods.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al watched Sarah saunter through the crowd of people, looking very pleased with herself. He’d found a spot at the edge of a walkway looking down onto the dance floor, and the bar on the lower level. He smiled, taking the drinking from Sarah and sipping it, before pulling her to his side.

He smiled as he felt her soft flesh press against the muscles of his arm and torso. His head sank to her ear, so he could talk to her over the relentless thumping of the dance music’s base, like lovers.

“Now, watch out friend Tony Stark. He is down near the bar next to the tall woman. The bald, fat guy he is talking to is Jonah Rodderick, but my associates and I call him Ramsey, or the Chef. He is our cook.

Most of the people here are high on the E that came out of his lab. That is my suggestion for your first target.”

As she was getting a good look at Mr Rodderick, both men turned and looked up toward the balcony where they stood, anger clear on each of their faces.

Al pulled Sarah away. “Shit. You can’t let them see your face. The Chef has a number of cops in your department on his payroll to make sure they look the other way. There is a good chance he knows your face. If he spots you with me your cover is blown. Quick, this way.”

Holding Sarah’s hand he pulled her through the crowd to an abandoned booth with a number of empty bottles of beer and water on the table. “Okay, let’s hold up here.”

After a few moments though, he spotted the Chef climbing the stairs and looking around. “Quick under the table.” Al pushed Sarah off the chair and under the table until she was hidden from view between his legs. “Whatever happens, he cant see your face," he told her. "Fuck, he’s coming this way. What the fuck is going on? You did pay him didn’t you?”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah was almost disappointed when Al didn't make a bigger deal about her success, but as he started to give her a lay of the land so to speak she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the information. Ally had strategized that Al would probably need to start hitting people close to the family before they were able to turn their attention inward, and she was glad to see the special agent was correct.

“Shit. You can’t let them see your face. The Chef has a number of cops in your department on his payroll to make sure they look the other way. There is a good chance he knows your face. If he spots you with me your cover is blown. Quick, this way.”

The young cop was stunned by this, as her department was hours away from the city and only had a handful of cops working there, she couldn't help but to wonder which one of her coworkers would be dirty. And as Al pulled them into a booth she was happy that Agent MacCalister had just told her team she would be going to Quantico for some workshops.

“Quick under the table.” Sarah was surprised but as Al shoved her down, there was little she could do but to drop to her knees under the table. “Whatever happens, he cant see your face, Fuck, he’s coming this way. What the fuck is going on? You did pay him didn’t you?”

"Well no" She said quickly. "He wanted way over market value, and when i dropped your name while bartering, he just shoved them in my panties." She said as she had been as surprised of not getting a better offer instead.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Well no. He wanted way over market value, and when i dropped your name while bartering, he just shoved them in my panties."

Al shook his head. “Fucking idiot,” he muttered out loud. The chef was looking around the floor for him, but hadn’t spotted him yet.

Al glanced underneath the table and saw Sarah kneeling between his legs. Her big doe eyes looking up at him and her arms squished by her sides in a position that only served to push her beautifully formed bust together emphasising her delicious cleavage. He could feel something stirring inside his pants.

He tore his attention away from the sultry minx beneath the table and back toward the chef. Maybe he would give up, but no. Their eyes met and immediately the Chef stormed through the crowd of people toward Al’s booth.

“Sorry about this,” Al lied and undid his pants freeing his uncircumcised semi- erect penis. “If he spots you, do what you have to.”

“Ramsey!” Al cried in greeting. His voice adopted a forced friendly tone and a smirk teased at his lips. “Good to see you. I’m a little busy right now.”

Al could feel Sarah’s bare arm brush against his knee, and the brief moment of contact sent trills of pleasure up his leg. He wondered how she might be coping so close to his rapidly swelling member.

“Fuck you,” the Chef replied, savagely. He took a seat on the opposite side of the table apparently unaware of Sarah’s presence. “You stealing from me now?”

 

[Gamina]

“Fucking idiot,”

Sarah agreed with the statement, what kind of a moron gave product away and decided to get upset about it. That was always one thing she had never understood with men, and that was how easily they would fold and twist around women, but then get snappy about it when they didn't get what they wanted.

“Sorry about this,” The rookie looked up as her 'partner 'said this, again showing some duality in his character, but as he undid his pants freeing his penis. Sarah understood why he apologized. “If he spots you, do what you have to.” Looking at the somewhat flaccid cock, Sarah was brought back to her early high school days. She had always known that she was into women, but for a brief stint she had dated a guy and while they had never went all the way, she had picked up a trick or two with their knobs. Looking at the tool she wondered why women would ever be attracted to it, but as she heard Al greet the Chef, she started to run her hands over his thighs and let one sneak under his shirt to play with his abs, after all if she had to sell the position, she would have to show some activity under the table.

“Fuck you, You stealing from me now?” Sarah led out a little yelp as the mans feet kicked her heels as he took a seat at the table. She also had to repress the instinct to pipe up and say that the wannabe avenger had not been robbed, but had chosen to give her the product en leui to bargain for a better price. But she figured that this was the wrong time to care about being called a thief. Al would deal with this, so instead of worrying, she just focused on the soft dick in front of her, wondering if she still had what it takes to make it grow, so softly she let her fingers tease the mans abs and thighs, placing little kisses on the skin around it, but making sure not to touch the manhood just yet.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al smirk grew wider as he felt Sarah's hands move over his thighs and abs. The blood started rushing to the space between his legs, and his cock began to swell and grow in response to Sarah's touch. Fuck, yeah.

"It seems there is something of a misunderstanding," Al said, biting his lower lip and pushing his attention across the table.

"I'm glad to hear that," the Chef replied.

"You see, when I said I'm busy that wasn't an invitation to sit your fat ass down. Yet, here you are... sitting at my table."

Sarah was running her hands over his thighs. He was rock hard now. The tip of his cock pressing against the underside of the table.

"Now, my very special friend noticed that your boy was overcharging. Perhaps skimming off the top. Teasing the tip, as it were. But, you'd know all about that, wouldn't you Rodderick. That's the problem with skimming off the top. People notice."

"You don't scare me," the Chef replied. "I heard you got arrested. I heard they were ready to throw the book at you. Did you cut some sort of deal?"

"Where did you here that?" Al asked playfully. He resisted the urge to shut his eyes. Whatever Sarah was doing had him harder than he'd ever been.

"I have my sources." Suddenly, the Chef frowned. He glanced under the table. Appearing to notice for the first time that the two of them were not alone.

Al nudged Sarah with his foot. Hoping she would pick upon the warning.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah almost physically backed away from the growing member in front of her, but feeling the feet of the other man pressed against her heels, she stopped. Seeing the purple tip grow to touch the bottom of the table, she felt threatened by it somehow as it even dwarfed the strap on she would occasionally use on her girlfriend Lyan.

Her mind got pulled back to her situation when she heard the man accuse all of having been arrested, and having sources, and adrenaline kicked in right away, as this would only be possible if the man indeed had connections in her department. And as Al nudged her with his foot, she felt a breeze hit her backside as her space got illuminated as the chef pulled on the table cloth.

I see. panicking Sarah took hold of Als cock just under the head and pushed her face up against the ballsack. As she felt the cold hand of chef cupping her crotch, giving it a little rub, she let out a little yelp and awkwardly shook her ass trying to get away, but the man didn't care. I see, she already handed you the goods he said as he leand back in his chair. Removing his hand only to firmly replace it with his foot.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al watched the Chef peek beneath the table. Sarah slender hand gripped his rod and the next thing he knew, he felt her lips on his ball sack and the soft skin of her face pressed against his length. His eyes fluttered with pleasure.

The Chef reached beneath the table and Al’s view narrowed, his eyes flashed dangerously. “ I see, she already handed you the goods.”

The Chef placed both hands on the table face down. A smile played on his face. “You and me are going to have to come to some sort of arrangement.”

Al picked up his cocktail and drained the contents as Chef grinned at him from across the table. “See, this has always been your problem, Chef,” Al said leaning forward. In one quick movement he spun the cocktail glass around and stabbed it down and into the Chef’s hand. The Chef screamed as the glass shattered and the long stem buried itself through his flesh. “Always putting your hand on things that don’t belong to you.”

Al grabbed him by the collar and pulled the whimpering Chef closer. “You think the boss doesn’t know that you’ve been cooking up your own stew with his machines and selling it on the side?” Al twisted the glass spike in a circle causing Al to scream again. “He's not happy with you going into competition with him using his own equipment. So, before you start throwing your considerable weight around, before you start using that tiny brain of yours to make unfounded accusations, maybe you want to explain why the fuck you are selling product in this nightclub without his approval?”

Their little altercation had not gone unnoticed. The sounds of screams surrounded them. A small circle had formed in the crowd around the booth. Fuck. He’d drawn attention to them.

The Chef all but fell out of the booth clutching his bloodied hand to his chest.

“You’ll pay for this,” the Chef said.

“You’re dismissed. Fuck off, now.” Al leaned back as the Chef staggered into the crowd. “Put my dick away, and zip me up Kitten. Time to go.”

 

[Gamina]

“You and me are going to have to come to some sort of arrangement.”

Sarah felt her stomach drop at the words of Chef, as he used his foot to roughly play with her pussy. While the soft lace of her panties and the rough top of his shoelaces did stimulate her, she felt sick to her stomach that less than an hour in, she had a dick in her hand and a gross dude feeling her up.

“See, this has always been your problem, Chef,” Al's cock hit her in the face as he lunged forward, Sarah yelped but her cry was drowned out by the scream of what appeared to be Chef “Always putting your hand on things that don’t belong to you.”

“Put my dick away, and zip me up Kitten. Time to go.” Sarah didn't need to be told twice, and she promptly tucked the massive cock back into the man's pants and zipped him up, before crawling from under the table. She quickly covered her face with her purse as if she was disgusted by the blood gushing from the furious man, but it was mainly so he would not see her face and she followed Al out.

While she wondered if this public spat would not make it harder to take the Chef down without too much noise, she couldn't help but to feel somewhat reassured that her partner did not hang her out to dry, or allowed her to be used by this creep.