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DEEP COVER - VICE
(Author Unknown)

DEEP COVER - Extract

   

   "Never seen you in here before. You're stunning."

   Sally had been in a world of her own when the throaty female voice hit her senses. She turned to look at a woman who was probably a little older than her. Amazonian would not have been a word that was out of place. But she was more than the length of her nylon sheathed legs suggested. She had slipped into the bar and found Sally straight away. And now she was standing close to her - very close. She was almost pressing herself into Sally, imposing herself on her. There was this vibe going on that said exactly that. That this woman was used to 'controlling' things. That came across in her body language and in her tone of voice. She draped her hand over Sally's. That could have been a bit forward, but in this place at this time Sally was simply shrugging it off.

   "Why thank you. Nope, never been here before. I just don't want to be found, if you get me?"

   Why was it that women always found it easier, or didn't think anything of opening up to other women? They would never do that to men, and yet here was this highly intelligent, deep cover officer, bleeding out her alter ego self to this fetishly enhanced woman in a bar in a less than respectable part of town. Her eyes dropped to the hand over her's and there were more perfect nails for her to swoon over. She squeezed her thighs to give herself a shot of pleasure. Maybe it was at this time that she noticed the extent of her wetness for the first time.

   "I hear you honey. And maybe I can help with that. I think you're a submissive aren't you? I mean, you look like you could handle yourself but I get the impression from how you look, your body language and all that, that you wanna leave all the decisions behind. That you want to hand the power to someone else. That you want to be led, and trained. I get the feeling you want to escape, right?"

   This woman, mixed race, stunningly tall and large breasted wasn't wasting any time. She had got two different calls about the same woman that she was now talking to. Little did those two callers know that she already knew about this one. She'd known about her for some time, somehow. But she would often get calls, and often those tips didn't work out. But two calls within minutes of each other couldn't both be wrong so she'd had to check it out and make sure it was who she thought it was. 

   Sally was immersing in her role but she was fighting arousal by now as well. Her mind was alert, and she was with it. And she was working out that this woman was leading her for a reason - that there was more to her than met the eye. This wasn't just a tall, leggy, busty mixed race hooker. There was more to her than that - for a start she oozed a class of her own. She would never have hoped to have found a way into this vice ring that she was supposed to be infiltrating so soon. And yet she felt that this woman whose hand was over her's and whose fingers were kneading her hand gently, was into something much deeper than a bit of hooking.

   "I do want to escape yes. I need to escape. I want to go deep."

   And Sally turned to look directly up at this woman who kind of loomed over her. She blinked her mascara'd eyes and allowed a tear to squeeze out.

   "Yes you do. And you want me to take you deep don't you?"

   Sally didn't answer she just looked at this woman and her look said it all.

   "Why don't you drink up and come with me honey. I am nothing if not eager to give women like you what they 'need' so badly. But you know, this is a bad, bad world right. It's the kind of world that will suck you in and spit you out again. That is, maybe it will spit you out. It might just devour you and your soul."

   She spoke with a tone of voice that was almost scary. But the undercover officer in Sally was taking it in. It could have been that Sally was being her own worse enemy. She was convinced that this woman was her entry into the dark web world of that fetish circle.

   "I don't have a soul."

That was as simple as Sally's response needed to be to let this woman know that she was 'in'. She knocked back the large whisky and stood up. Two impressive women leaving the bar together. Right outside the door was a blacked out limousine waiting, it's huge V12 motor purring. That car looked out of place in Docks Town. But it didn't look out of place with two leggy women getting into it. Sally had intended to hang around this part of town for some time. She had thought she would need to hang around for some time. But this was the last time she would see these particular sepia toned neon lit streets.