Undercover Trouble (Closed)

[Dirtydave1974]

Al pushed his way through the crowded nightclub with his hand locked onto Sarah’s. Kevin the bouncer met him halfway. No doubt alerted by the violence. They locked eyes for a fraction of a second before Kevin stood to one side, allowing Al and Sarah to pass.

Soon they were back out in the cold night air and waiting for the valet to return with Al’s car. His face was fixed straight ahead. A turmoil of emotions raged through his body. Anger at the chef’s insolence, shame for losing his temper, excitement from the adrenaline following the violence and lust from his cock which ached after Sarah’s attention.

Oh, that was right - Sarah. “Are you ok? Did he hurt you?”

Soon his Lamborghini arrived and Al opened the door for his female companion. Once she was inside, he crossed to the driver’s seat and climbed in. With a roar from the engine, he took off. As they left the night club the pretense of their role play cover dropped away.

“Ramsey won’t go to a hospital,” Al explained. “He’ll go back to his lab on Knox Street back in your neck of the woods. It is where he cooks up the drugs. If you’re quick you could get someone down there and start watching the place or arrest him. That seems fair payback after pawing at you like that.”

Al drove on wondering if Sarah would bring up his own behavior. He’d smashed her precious little Public Display of Affection clause to pieces. Had the circumstances been different he would have been very interested in where that might have gone.

He glanced at the beauty seated next to him aware of a sexual tension that hadn’t been there earlier.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah blindly followed her brutish partner out of the club and was half surprised, half in awe of how the crowed seemed to split in front of him, even when people had their backs turned to them, it was like in those national geographic documentaries where schools of fish instinctively made way for a shark.

“Are you ok? Did he hurt you?” It took a second for the rookie to understand that the man was talking to her, but she quickly shook her head. "Yeah i am fine, its all good" She said even if she had felt violated by both men under that table, she knew that this was not the time to show weakness.

“Ramsey won’t go to a hospital. He’ll go back to his lab on Knox Street back in your neck of the woods. It is where he cooks up the drugs. If you’re quick you could get someone down there and start watching the place or arrest him. That seems fair payback after pawing at you like that.” Sarah nodded even if she wondered if after this altercation it would throw to much suspicion on Al. Then as she reached for her phone it started buzzing. Looking at the screen of her phone she almost laughed to see the effort Agent Ally had went through to not scream FBI Handler. Picking up she heard the calm voice of the lady.

"We have the info, we will put a team on the place, while we lean on one of the Çhef's boys we busted a couple of days ago. We will make him roll and blame the bust on him for you guys. Good job out there. Stay safe."

And with that her cell died down again and the young cop let out a sigh of relief. She then turned to the man next to her. " Fed's will take care of it and minimize the possibility that it blows back on you. " She said doing her best to sound in control of her emotions, even if adrenaline was still coursing through her veins, and the realization that the man next to her was a breath away of unleashing violence, she would be utterly unable to stop even at her best, and for that reason she wouldn't even think of complaining about his actions in the booth, after all she rationalized, considering the context, it was a good cover for them.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Sarah spoke on the phone for several minutes as Al drove through the streets toward her drop off. As he did turned the next corner he spotted a black van take a hard right from the left lane to follow after him. Al frowned.

" Fed's will take care of it and minimize the possibility that it blows back on you. "

“Good.” Al could hear the catch in Sarah voice. A note of fear or uncertainty toward him. He imagined that the way the night evolved had been quite different to how she’d expected. He found that sudden vulnerability endearing. Although she was doing a good job of masking it. “You did good back there. Just remember, I wont let anyone hurt you.”

Still tonight had been a success. She had achieved a small win that she could flaunt to her FBI superiors and he had eliminated the rogue drug dealer from Mr Evan’s operations. The boss already had an alternate site set up with a new chef that would be loyal and not go into competition with their organisation.

Al turned the corner again and the van turned after him. “We’re being followed. What do you want me to do? I can take you back to the drop off, or we can keep up our cover and I’ll take you back to mine for the night.”

 

[Gamina]

“You did good back there. Just remember, I wont let anyone hurt you.”

Sarah smiled at the compliment and relaxed a little at the sound of how protective the man seemed to be of her safety, something that in the long term would be of great importance for her mission.

“We’re being followed. What do you want me to do? I can take you back to the drop off, or we can keep up our cover and I’ll take you back to mine for the night.”

Looking back in her mirror Sarah spotted the dark van, for a second she just assumed it had to be Ally's team, but just as she thought it, her phone vibrated, and it was a text from Abby. Simply saying "This is totally my color right?" She said with a picture of her in a blue dress. Understanding this to be code for we are using a blue car, Sarah texted "Totally girl!" Then she turned to Al.

"Guess i am spending at least part of the night"

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"Guess i am spending at least part of the night"

Al grunted in response and turned toward his apartment. While the van followed behind them, they made it home without incident. Al parked the car in his secure parking garage. Slipping out of the car, he opened the door for Sarah, and as she stepped out deftly slipped his arm around her back and rested his hand on her lovely swollen cheek. He made a show of guiding her into the building, his hand lightly gripping her bum and steering her forward.

No one approached them as they stepped into the elevator together. The door closed leaving them alone. A moment passed and then another before Sarah irritably pushed his hand, which was still resting on her rear, off. Al smirked at her chastisement. There was no harm in trying.

He could still feel the heat in his groin from where she had massaged him earlier that night. He placed both hands in his pockets and when the elevator reached their destination was the first to step out. Unlocking the door he strode into his apartment, turned on the lights and shut the curtains.

“I’m assuming your people are watching out for you based on the amount of time you’ve been staring at your phone. I guess they’ll ping you when the coast is clear. Or you can leave in an hour and a half. Up to you. In the meantime, you want some tea?”

Al stepped over to the kettle and turned it on. He waved a hand toward the bench. “Why don’t you help yourself. I’m going to freshen up.”

He crossed the floor to the bathroom, shutting the door shut behind him. Although he failed to notice it rebound slightly leaving it open a crack. Within moments he was in the shower unaware the door was not closed properly.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah relaxed in her seat as there was little else she could do. Al had picked their tail up, so at least he was not coasting high on his power at the moment, and she knew that Ally was also covering her back. She did wonder who was following them but she also knew that there was no real way for Al to know with certainty who it was, so she kept her question to herself.

Once at his apartment, Sarah let him help her out of the car, and as the man let his hand slide over her back, and cupping her ass in a controlling manner, she allowed it. Figuring that if they were being watched this would be part of what was expected. She also made a mental note of just how easily he could control her in this position and wondered if she would be able to pull this off with Lyna, or if part of the trick was having those strong massive hands.

Once in the elevator she brushed his hand away as he did not do it himself. To her surprise, he didn't even resist this, making her own movement look a lot more forcefull than necessary.

“I’m assuming your people are watching out for you based on the amount of time you’ve been staring at your phone. I guess they’ll ping you when the coast is clear. Or you can leave in an hour and a half. Up to you. In the meantime, you want some tea?”

"Off course they do." Sarah said nonchalantly keeping herself from arguing that she might just have been checking her socials as a normal person. But Ally had pressed upon her to lie as little as possible to Al, as even if it was expected, lies always damaged the relationship. "And thank you, but I need something stiffer than tea after tonight." She said as she browsed his Bar as the man notified her that he was freshening up.

Pouring herself a whiskey she moved to the sofa, noticing the crack of the bathroom, she figured the man probably wanted to be able to hear her from the shower. Undoing her shoes, she pulled her legs under her and started to fill in her event report while details were still fresh in her mind.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al took his time in the shower. Shampoo'd his hair and otherwise cleaned himself top to bottom. Once he finished he stepped out and toweled himself off. It wasn't until he had wrapped the towel around his waist that he noticed the door ajar.

He shook his head making a mental note to be more careful. Sarah was on the couch working diligently. A mostly empty glass of whisky by her side.

Still dressed in nothing but the towel, Al moved to the bar fixed himself a Manhatten.

"Fill you up?" he asked lifting the bottle for her to see. "I have a Lagavulin or Highland Park."

Once their drinks were sorted he made himself comfortable and watched her work for awhile.

"Why did you agree to this?" he asked.

 

[Gamina]

"HP please, still to early to smell like a campfire the day after the party."

She said as she finished up her report. Then putting her phone down she repressed the instinct to ask the man to cover up. After all for a man he had a pleasant musculature and she was after all his guest. So she figured it might be taken wrongly if she made a point about his lack of decorum.

Sarah was then surprised to hear his question and had to take a moment to mull it over. Not to controle the narrative, but mostly because she hadn't really thought about it before. Then after a good sip she said.

"Well while it will obviously be good to see the criminal actions go down, I think that it is simply put the fastest way for me to get promoted to a leading position in the force."

She said as she knew that if she managed to bring this mission to an end, she will have shaved years off her career path.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"HP please, still to early to smell like a campfire the day after the party."

Al chuckled. Girl knew her whisky's. "So you prefer the gentle taste of wood to a smokey barrel. I approve." He said with a wink. He had to admit he was tempted to have a taste of the single malt himself after he finished his cocktail.

He noticed her checking out his chest more than once, but looked away almost self consciously. Almost as though she was willing herself not to show an interest and keep things pragmatic and professional. Just the facts Ma'am, just the facts.

"Well while it will obviously be good to see the criminal actions go down, I think that it is simply put the fastest way for me to get promoted to a leading position in the force."

Al nodded sipping his drink and leaning forward, careful to keep his legs crossed in case the towel exposed his nudity. "So what drives this idea of promotion? Power, money, a self of achievement or accomplishment? Or do you have a personal beef with my boss?"

 

[Gamina]

" Preference is a strong word. It's more that when I start drinking peaty, U can't taste anything else for a while."

She said as while her dad was an avid Islay drinker, she had always enjoyed more veraity in her drinking. When Al pushed her on her answer she just shrugged.

"I come from five generations of cops. But being a girl I was told it wouldn't be for me. So maybe it's my way to politely give them the finger." She said, knowing that it was kind of unfair of her to hold this against her family. After all they wanted what was best for her, but from early on in life, what was best for her and what she wanted for herself didn't always necessarily aligned.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

"I come from five generations of cops. But being a girl I was told it wouldn't be for me. So maybe it's my way to politely give them the finger."


"Interesting," Al said, his voice judgmental.

He let that sit between them for a few moments enjoying the quizzical stare from the women opposite him.

"See, to me a five generation cop is someone who likes to play it safe. Someone who does the right thing because that's what Daddy told them to do. Someone afraid to forge their own path. But you did it as a fuck you to everyone who said not to. Respect."

Al finished off his cocktail before pouring himself some Highland park and topping up Sarah's. The alcohol was starting to leave him with a pleasant buzz. But the sharp taste of the Whisky hit hard after the cocktail.

"Still, from what little I know about you, advancing your career feels like the safe answer to my question, and not the real reason you're here. I think you agreed to this because you are bored, and you want to take risks. You want some excitement in your life. Who can blame you. You showed them they were wrong. You told them fuck you, if I want to be a cop, I'll be a cop. And they put you on traffic duty. I think you want more. I think you want to live dangerously."

He leaned forward impulsively, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and placing it behind her ear.

 

[Gamina]

Listening to the man speak, Sarah chuckled at his analysis of her. " little advice, when you get your new identity, don't become a therapist " she said shaking her head. "While I am sure you find my answer to be boring, have you never thought about the fact that just because you score highly on the sociopath test, you might have a vastly different perspective of the world?"

She said this with no judgment or value attached to it, as she knew that most successful people had some sociopathy mixed into their character.

"The facts are, the faster I get promoted, the better life will be for me and mine. So when presented with the opportunity to a shortcut to it, why wouldn't I jump on the occasion." She said while thinking about it. "Regardless how dangerous it is to do."

 

[Dirtydave1974]

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[Dirtydave1974]

Al regarded Sarah through half lidded eyes. His eyes traveled from her face down her body, over her bountiful breasts and smooth stomach to her waist and crotch, before snapping back up to her eyes. “Sociopath? You insult me in my own home. After everything I’ve done for you.”

He leaned back taking another sip of whisky. He then swirled the remaining amber fluid around in the glass admiring the way the light reflected onto the glass. His voice was low and dangerous. “I’ve killed men for less.”

Without warning there was a sharp buzzing from the door. Al’s head tore away. He stood and stared back at the door. “One of yours, or one of mine do you think?”

He strode across the door and pressed the buzzer. In the door monitor he spotted a blonde man with short hair and sharp features standing in front of two large bald brutes. “Fuck! It’s Thompson. Get into the bedroom. Take off her clothes and get into bed. No, wait. Leave the dress on the floor here with your shoes. If we can convince him we are in the middle of something he will go. Hurry.”

Al turned back to the buzzer. “I’m busy,” he said into the machine.

“Open up, Al. We need to chat,” a deep confident voice replied. Al hit the button that unlocked the front door. They would be here in minutes.

 

[Gamina]

“Sociopath? You insult me in my own home. After everything I’ve done for you.”

Sarah was surprised at his reaction, she had expected him to know the difference between pointing out a characteristic whom is find in most successful people and calling someone a sociopath, but apparently
She was wrong

“I’ve killed men for less.”

Her first instinct was to make a joke about that being more of a psychopath trait, but kept herself in check, figuring that jokes might not be relieved well at this point in time. She startled when she heard the Shap buzzing.

“One of yours, or one of mine do you think?” "100% one of yours. Mine wouldn't buzz in." She said as she followed the huge man to the door. Then all went very fast, she nodded at him and worked herself out of the dress, before throwing it on the ground, then as she rushed to the bedroom, she took her bra off and threw it on the lampshade. Then finally just before she entered the room she dropped her thong to the floor, leaving her in only her gathers.

Closing the door behind her she jumped on the bed and crawled under the duvet, and started the fire breath breathing as it would push her temp up a little giving her a little natural blush and some hightend adrenaline state that could be confused with arousal. Then she also dropped a hand between her thighs and furiously started to rub herself as Ally had told her to be mindfull of the smallest details when trying to fool someone. And she figured that if she could have the room smell like sex the lie would be more easy to sell.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al found it hard to tear his eyes away as Sarah stripped out of her party dress. He’d seen the photo’s, but couldn’t help but be transfixed at the site of her near perfect ass round cheeks bulging either side of the thin fabric of Sarah’s thong. She bent over to remove her shoes and his breath caught in his throat at the vision, but then she disappeared into his bedroom shutting the door behind her.

Al exhaled and shook his head. He needed to get his head back in the game. He unlocked the door and left it ajar before returning to his couch. Sarah had left her phone behind. Al picked it up and deposited it in the small box he used to jam wireless. He then placed his own phone inside the box and closed the lid so the Feds wouldn’t be able to listen in.

Thompson held a rival position with the boss. He controlled relationships with distribution of drugs through the city. Unlike the Cook, he was a valuable asset to the organisation. But the boss hadn’t told him about this operation.

Al surveyed the room one last time. The dress and shoes were sending a clear message and had been well placed.

The Door opened and a trio of large men entered his apartment. “Now is really not a good time Thompson,” Al said.

“Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can get done today.” Thompson strode into the room like he owned the place. He took a seat on the couch opposite Al. He glanced at the clothes on the floor and back up at Al. “You just came out of the shower. Can’t be interrupting too much. Unless you’re the kind of guy who showers before sex. But that would be weird.”

Al closed his eyes. This guy had always been too fucking smart for his own good.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know where you been. I heard cops pulled you over, dragged you in. Then I hear you are fighting Ramsay. I wanted to make sure you’re alright. That you don’t need anything.”

The subtext was clear. I don’t trust you.

The whole FBI operation was clumsy as far as Al was concerned. People knew he’d been pulled over. They knew he’d been leaned on, but they'd didn’t know whether he’d caved or not. That made them suspicious. Of course, the way the boss wanted this to go down, Al couldn't say anything either. He felt like he was walking a tightrope. One wrong foot was going to end with a bullet in his head.

“Other than needing a good fucking, I’m peaches. Thanks for stopping by.”
The two men stared each other down.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah was surprised at how little she was able to hear from the bed and was happy that she had left her cellphone on the sofa as she was debating the wisdom of stepping out of the bed to eavesdrop on the men's conversation.

But thrusting Ally would be listening in she tried to relax and keep her engine roaring. Now that the criminals were in she had to stop her breathing exercise and focus more on what her hand was doing to get the vibe of the room to match what she wanted to project.

Mentally blocking out the danger outside of the door she allowed her mind to take her to the safe house, thinking how sexy special agent Ally had looked comming out of the shower last night, and then she imagined how they would kiss and explore their bodies.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“So,” Thompson said, breaking the silence. “My people are telling me that the Feds are looking to put a mole into the org.”

Al nodded. “Yeah, I’ve heard the same thing.”

Thompson stood and scratched his chin. He fidgeted, striding back and forth as though this line of questioning made himself feel uncomfortable. “You’re being erratic. Fighting the Chef. It helps no one. I can distribute if there is no supply.”

“The boss has alternate suppliers lined up. This wont hurt us. You need to calm down.”

“Why are you being so cagey?”

“I’m not being cagey. It’s late and I’m with someone.”

“Since when does a woman come before business?”

There was nothing else for it. Al stood and crossed toward the bedroom. “Hey kitten!” he shouted. “Why don’t you grab one of my T-shirts and come on out here.”

Al returned to his chair and waited for Sarah. When she appeared he held out his hand with the intent to guide her into his lap.

 

[Gamina]

Her mind envisioning the things she would like to do too special agent Ally, Sarah git startled when she heard Al's booming voice calling out for her. Jumping up she quickly threw on one of Al's shirts before pulling it a bit tighter on her chest, making sure to hint at the erect state of her nipples. Then taking in a deep breath she walked into the room with a mixture of confidence, but also visible impatience with the intruders.

Taking Al's hand she let him guide her to his lap, where she pulled the front of her shirt more firmly between her legs, even if this exposed her bare ass to Al, it shielded her private parts from the other men. As she idley started to stroke and caress Al,'s abs and chest, the man called Thompson drank her sight in before saying.

I can see why you took some extra time to prep yourself Al. he said jokingly and Sarah was relieved to see how the man seemingly had dismissed the possibility of her being a Fed due to her obvious young age. And don't mind me. he said with a wave of his hand towards us, as if he thought his approval ment anything. Then as he was speaking his phone buzzed and he cursed.

Well shit, some low tier chem suplier just turned on Chef and the local PD has an arrest warrant for the idiot.
Guess your little outburst won't bring as much trouble as I thought it would now.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

“I can see why you took some extra time to prep yourself Al,” Thompson said. But Al wasn’t listening. Sarah’s toned bottom was resting on hips lap, the towel he’d wrapped around his waist being the only thing separating his sex from hers. He could feel his prick stirring, which was lighting a fire across his whole body.

He slid his warm powerful hand over her smooth bum, or at least the part he could reach. As his hand trailed down the outside of Sarah’s leg, and his thumb teased her thigh he knew that he wanted to taste her lip.

But she was too high in this position, and he still had presence of mind not to shift her over and expose Sarah to the three men that were watching.

“And don't mind me. “ Thompson joked, but Al no longer cared. All of his senses were focused on the the creature in his lap.

Instead, Al’s lips found the nape of her neck and he left a trail of kisses across her shoulder, up her creamy neckline until he took her earlobe between his teeth with a playful nip.

While his left hand continued to explore Sarah’s leg, returning to her hip and well toned ass cheek his other hand slid under his shirt to her soft, but toned belly. He traced a path over her belly button, the thumb of his hand brushing the under side of her aroused bosom, his smallest finger becoming tangled in the pubes nearest her belly.

"Well shit, some low tier chem supplier just turned on Chef and the local PD has an arrest warrant for the idiot.
Guess your little outburst won't bring as much trouble as I thought it would now."

“mmhmm” Al moaned continuing to kiss Sarah’s neck. Lost to passion he had almost forgotten the men were here. He lifted his hand from Sarah’s hip and waved them away. His kisses were moving to her cheek, searching for those luscious lips that he yearned to taste.

“I don’t think we have his full attention, boys.”
Thompson said as Al cupped the underside of Sarah’s breast, feeling it’s weight in the palm of his hand. "Might be time to go."

 

[Gamina]

Sarah, cooed as Al's strong hand explored her legs and his lips played with her neck. She was happy that she had gotten herself worked up in the room as this made it easier to pretend this was fun. Thinking this she chastised herself and thought corrective that while she had grown accustomed to the soft hands of Lyda, the strong, more clumsy touch of all didn't feel all that bad.

As the man teased her belly she automatically tucked in her tummy, as if she was self contious about it, even if that often was taken as an invitation to travel downwards by her partners. The rookie cop was relieved when the man recieved the text about Chef and the fact they got to him through someone that had been in custody for a while, and as Al worked his way to kiss her on the cheeks she turned around a little to face him to softly kiss him on the lips.

As the men seemed hesitant to move away while Al started to play with her sensitive breasts, Sarah bit her bottom lip and decided to give them a helping hand. So dropping her hand to Al's hip, she undid his towel and reached for his cock, exposing it to the room, knowing that cis men, regardless of their relationship usually acted weird around each others bones. So as a good little girl she grasped it by the root and slowly teased the massive cock, as if to prepare it for action.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al shifted Sarah around the palm of his hand rubbing lightly against the tip of her nipple beneath the shirt. She had kissed him lightly on the lips, but he needed her. He kissed her again. Teasing her top lip and then the body. Each kiss became hungrier than the last as he caressed her tit.

She was stroking his cock now. Her rhythm was a little slow and clumsy betraying her lack of experience, but his rod hardened with each stroke of her slender wrist.

"Good night, Al. If your girl ever wants some new ink send her my way."

The door closed and they were alone. But Al was still lost in the moment. Still kissing Sarah passionately, still running his hand over her bosom. His hand lifted from her leg and tangled itself into her hair, pulling Sarah deeper into the kiss. His lust had him, and it wasn't ready to let go.

 

[Gamina]

Sarah could feel Al's body hardening as his touch became hungrier, rougher, and as his tongue invaded her mouth, she pushed back with hers, moaning softly every time the man's rough fingers tweaked at her pointed nipples.

Luckily exposing the man's cock had the desired effect and the men stood up and walked away. As Tompson turned around to tell him about his offer, he was greeted with the view of Sarah straddling Al and pushing his cock between her legs. Off course she didn't push it in, but let it rest between her asscheeks, but never the less the soft gyrating of her hips coated the man's cock with her juices.

Sarah yelped a little as the man grabbed on to her hair and pulled her in, Sarah rolled with it but rationalised that her pussies respond to this move was just reflexive and not because she kind of liked being dominated like this. She also rationalised that she waited a solid ten count after the door had closed before putting her hands on the man's chest and push off, for safety and not because it didn't feel all that terrible.

 

[Dirtydave1974]

Al’s hand slid between her legs and his long finger slid along the slippery surface of her pussy lips.
“2,” whispered Sarah almost to herself.
Al’s finger explored Sarah’s @lips before finding their way to her clit. He started circling it with slow delicious strokes. His erect pressing her against her naked butt cheek. The fingers of his other hand pulling and lightly pinching her nipple.
“5.”
Al continued to work her breast and pussy with each hands enjoying the sensation of Sarah’s ass cheek wriggling against his cock. 8.
He gave her tit a playful slap and began to increase the pace of his clit massage.
“10.”

 

[Gamina]

Sarah bit her bottom lip as Al was toying with her. She knew what he was doing, after all she had served herself up on a platter by getting herself worked up before getting out of the room, and she knew that how her body reacted had nothing to do with the man between her legs but purely the stimulation that was being applied to her body.

As she counted to ten in her head she then pushed off the man, and was semi surprised that he let go of her. Taking a breath she turned away from the man to hide the blush that had been spreading from her chest to her cheeks and scanned for her phone. Not seeing it on the sofa where she had left it, she paniced a little and turn to Al.

" Shit my phone is not where I left it." She said worried that it might have been swiped by Thompson or one of his goons. Even if there was nothing compremising on it, she still felt her heartbeat go out of control.