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Detective to Slut

byHeyAll©

Detective Kelly Rossii walked into the office of her superior.

She had recently been promoted to homicide detective at the age of 33. Her street smarts and toughness made her the fastest rising star on the police force.

Her superior was a Lieutenant in his mid-50's. He was a tough talking, no-nonsense guy, known for his willingness to get justice at all costs.

"You wanted to see me Lieutenant?" she asked.

"Shut the door and have a seat."

When she sat, the Lieutenant tossed a file onto the desk for her to read. Detective Rossii flipped through the file and looked at the pictures.

He continued, "That's James Rizzo. Purported mob figure. I know you're familiar with that man."

"You bet your ass I'm familiar with him," she immediately replied. "He's a real piece of work. I took down a number of his guys when I worked in the Vice unit. We never had enough evidence to bust him though."

"Now you have a chance to take him down for good."

She gave him a puzzled look. "Rizzo is known for running a high-end escort ring and dealing narcotics. I don't see what this case has to do with me. I'm with homicide now."

"As it turns out, he currently falls under our jurisdiction. Rizzo is suspected in ordering the death of an undercover agent. Everything we have against him is purely circumstantial. His security detail is air tight and we have no way of getting any real information which would hold up in court. That's where you come in detective."

"Please don't tell me I have dress up like a high-class hooker again," she replied. "I thought I gave that up months ago."

"Consider this an exception. He has a weakness for beautiful women, and to put it bluntly, you're the most attractive person in this entire department."

"If you're looking for a female agent to pose as a whore, why isn't anyone from Vice handling this? There are plenty of beautiful women there who routinely go undercover as prostitutes."

"Out of the question," he replied sharply. "We suspect that Rizzo may have multiple informants within Vice, and throughout the entire police force. He's always a step ahead of us, no matter how many extra precautions we use. We think it's best to keep this operation as small as possible. Besides, you've got a better body than anyone in Vice. That's the reason you were so successful there isn't it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Of course that's the reason. So what do you want me to do?"

"Thanks to an informant, we know that James Rizzo will be attending a masquerade ball this Saturday."

"I'm familiar with those. Masked balls at large mansions. They look like lavish parties on the outside, but they're actually just sex orgies on the inside. The participants are powerful men & women afraid to show their faces; politicians, bankers, mob figures, you name it..."

The Lieutenant nodded. "Correct on all counts. We're not looking to stir the hornets nest. Our goal is strictly to take down Rizzo before he murders any more of our agents. We also need to find out who the leaks are inside this department."

"I'm assuming you have a plan already worked out," she said.

"The plan is, we send you into that ball as one of the models who serves drinks to the guests. Once the sex starts, we'll need you to find a way to plant a bugging device inside of an office where we believe an important meeting will be held later that night. It might not get us much, but it's a damn good start."

"And how exactly do I get inside? Security can't be easy in place full of influential figures."

The Lieutenant tossed another folder onto the desk. Kelly picked it up and looked at its content.

"That's Loretta Hall," he stated. "She runs a classy strip club, and her dancers will be working as waitresses at the masquerade party. She's agreed to provide you cover as one of her strippers, in exchange we keep her out of prison for unrelated charges. That's how you'll get in."

"A stripper huh? Great, I'll be sure get as much information as I can after I fuck Rizzo's entire crew," she said sarcastically.

"You don't have to fuck anyone Kelly. I'm not that cruel. You're only there to look sexy and to serve drinks. Leave the sex to the escorts. That's their job."

"That's reassuring."

"You'll also be wearing a mask the entire time. Once you get inside the party, no one should be able to recognize you. On an assignment with this kind of sensitivity, that's a good thing. I need you to be as low profile as possible."

"I agree," she replied. "It sounds like a solid plan. If we get to send this murderer to prison for the rest of his life, then I'm all for it."

"You'll receive further briefings soon enough," he smiled. "This is a very dangerous assignment considering the leaks we may have in this department. I mean it, this is a very low profile assignment, meaning you won't have any back-up. We can't trust anyone."

"Fair enough. I don't mind a little danger as long as we get to put the bad guys away."

"Just don't get too complacent detective. These are dangerous men we're dealing with. I have faith in you. That's the reason I decided to promote you so early, and why I specifically recommended you for this job."

"Understood. And thank you."

***

Friday night at a hotel. Detective Rossii stood in front of the mirror adjusting her outfit. She wore a sexy pair of heels and a tiny dress which showcased her toned body. She was dressed like high class server, but with a bugging device carefully hidden inside of her panties.

'Not bad' she thought to herself. Her hair & make up were done to perfection and her body looked good in the tight outfit.

Standing behind her was Loretta, an early 40's strip club owner turned police informant.

"You look like a real dancer," Loretta smiled. "You've definitely got the body for it. Let me know if you're ever interested in a little cash. You can make a lot of money as a dancer."

"Thanks. But I prefer my current job."

"Sure, but who doesn't need a little extra cash?"

"Sorry hun, but I'm not a whore like you and your girls. Thanks for the offer though," Detective Rossii said coldly.

"Whatever. Just get rid of James for me. That guy is a real asshole."

Kelly turned to look at Loretta. "You obviously have an issue with him. Anything I should know about?"

"Like you care..."

"I do care. It's my job, and I sincerely care about the people I'm trying to protect, which includes you."

"I'm in debt with him," she replied. "But it's more than that. I don't like the way he treats my girls. James can be a charming man, but he also has a dark side to him. He has a reputation for being sexually abusive towards women. It's sickening for me to hear about it."

The normally tough detective suddenly became heartfelt.

"Look, it takes time to build a murder case against someone, but I promise I'll do what I can to speed things up for you. I want him behind bars as much as you do. Pretty soon, you won't have to worry about him anymore."

Loretta smiled, "I guess you aren't such a cold hearted bitch after all."

"Is that what I look like?"

"That's how you come across."

"It's only because I take my job seriously," Kelly replied, letting her guard down. "Is there anything else I should know about the masquerade party?"

"Just keep your head down and serve the drinks. Look elegant and move gracefully. That's what they're paying for. They want a sexy women to serve them. Some of the men will try to slap your ass and proposition you for sex, just ignore them. They'll leave you alone once the escorts show up to fuck everybody."

"I'll keep that in mind. Did you bring the mask?"

Loretta reached into her bag and handed Detective Rossii a gold mask. It had an artistic look with a Victorian era design. The detective put it on and looked in the mirror.

"It looks good on you," Loretta stated.

"As long as it keeps my face covered," the detective replied. "The last thing I need is for anyone at that party to recognize me, mafia or otherwise. Parties like that are usually crawling with influential people."

"I have so many dirty stories involving famous politicians and police figures if you're interested," she said with a mischievous grin. "The things that go on at those parties will make you blush."

Kelly took a final look at herself with the mask, and then took it off.

"I'm not interested in dirty stories tonight. The Lieutenant mentioned that I needed a codeword to get in. Do you have it for me?"

"I just got it recently The password is armadillo. Go to the back entrance wearing your outfit, then show them the mask and say the password. Then they'll let you in and get you set up."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah, it's that simple. Another thing, the guy in charge of security is Cutter. He's the guy you'll be giving the codeword to. He's giant sack of shit and a real misogynist. Most of the women try to stay away from him."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"What about my guarantee?" Loretta asked. "Can you guarantee my safety? James is well connected and he'll probably know if there's a case being built against him. He'll know it's me. I'll need protection after tomorrow night."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe a few undercover officers around the club and outside of my apartment?"

Kelly shook her head. "I'm sorry. I can't promise you that. You'll have to trust me on this, Rizzo won't find out about you. If we involve other officers to protect you, then he'll find out. We're still in the process of rooting out Rizzo's informants within the department."

"Please detective, I have a son. I can't let anything to happen to me or else my son will grow up without a mother."

"I understand how hard this is for you. But you have to trust me. Involving other officers to protect you will only tip Rizzo off. It's better to keep this low profile. After we build a case and bust him, then we'll be able to protect you. If we need you to testify, then you'll get even more security."

Loretta gave the detective a skeptical look. "Can you at least promise me you'll give it another thought? James terrifies me. I have a lot to lose."

"The answer is no. I'm sorry for being so cold, but there are no real options here. The department is doing its best to bring Rizzo down. You'll be safe after that."

Loretta didn't reply, and she stormed out of the hotel room in anger.

***

Saturday 11 pm. The guests arrived to the party at the main entrance of the large mansion. All of them were wearing fancy clothes along with the gold masks to keep their identities secret, even though most of them knew each other anyway.

Kelly arrived at the back entrance at the time she was supposed to. She wore her skimpy outfit and had her mask in hand. For the first time in her law enforcement career, she was nervous.

She knocked on the backdoor and a towering man opened it.

"You must be Cutter," she said.

He looked her over. "Depends on who's asking. What's the password?"

"Armadillo."

His eyes looked her over once again and licked his lips. "Come in. The party is about to start."

When she tried to walk inside the mansion, Cutter stepped in front of her and blocked the entrance.

"You're a tight little package," he said crudely. "How come I've never seen you before at the club?"

"I'm new in town. That's why."

"That's funny. I went to Loretta's club a couple times recently and I never saw you."

"Maybe you weren't looking hard enough. Maybe I was in the back with some other customers," she replied.

"I bet you're a great fuck. You're real sexy. I'd love to get inside your panties."

"Sorry, nothing's free."

"So what's your price?" he asked with a misogynistic grin.

"No offense, but I don't think you can afford me. I'm here to do a job. Now get the fuck out of my way."

"Not with that top on."

"Excuse me?" she asked with a puzzled expression. "I have a deal to work here tonight. Now let me in."

"Yeah, well the deal has changed. All the servers are required to be topless now. Show me those tits and I'll you in."

"Fuck off. No one told me about this. The deal was to wear this outfit and a mask while I serve drinks, and that's it."

Cutter clenched his jaw in a moment of anger. "Listen bitch, you either get topless right now, or I send your scrawny ass back to the strip club where you'll be collecting dollar bills for the rest of the night. Got it?"

There was no way around it. Kelly had two options; either get topless for the rest of the night, or leave empty handed and miss a major opportunity. If James Rizzo was brought down because of her sacrifice, then it would be a major advancement in her law enforcement career.

She pulled her top off and her breasts were exposed. They were average sized, perky, with small brown nipples. She handed Cutter her top and he took it.

"Happy now?" she asked.

He grinned. "Very happy. You know something, I have a funny feeling that I'll get to fuck you hard before the end of the night. Call it a hunch."

"Can you move your fat ass out of the way already? I can't serve drinks if you're just going to block the doorway and stare at my tits," she said with attitude.

"As you wish sweetheart."

Cutter moved to the side with a smile on his face, giving the detective a clear entrance.

***

Kelly stepped inside the large mansion and saw the other servers in the kitchen. They were all topless wearing their gold masks. Not wanting her face to be seen by anyone else, Kelly put on her gold mask as well.

Each of them given a tray full of drinks to carry around the mansion. The rules were explained and everyone knew what to do.

For the next hour, the undercover agent walked around dutifully servicing drinks to as many guests as she could. Her bare breasts were exposed and she could feel the eyes on her body. Every room she entered, masked men & women turned their heads to admire her beauty.

It was an exhibitionist thrill. She worked hard to stay in shape, but she was never someone who appreciated being looked at in the sexual sense. It was a new sensation that was completely foreign to her. It was her secret. Being topless at the party was an important fact she was planning to omit when she reported back to the Lieutenant later.

Before long, partially masked escorts arrived to the party after everyone was relaxed. The escorts were fully naked. The guests at the party did whatever they wanted with the escorts. Nearly every room on the ground floor of the mansion featured open acts of sexual debauchery. The escorts were either getting fucked by men, or had their masks lifted up while they sucked cock. The female guests performed oral sex on some of the escorts, or made the escorts perform oral sex on them.

There was no shame because everything was anonymous.

It became the perfect distraction. Everyone was busy with their sexual encounters and Detective Rossii had a chance to plant a bug in a room where an important meeting would be held. She remembered the location; second floor, three rooms to the left.

She snuck away from the wild sex orgy and headed up the stairs. Three rooms to the left and she arrived at her location. The detective was about to reach inside of her panties for a tiny lock pick.

"Looking for something?" a voice said behind her.

She turned around to see an elegantly dressed man wearing a gold mask. It didn't take long for her to make the connection. Between his hairline, his power body frame, and his voice, she knew it was her target- James Rizzo.

"Just having a look. Everyone's busy downstairs and I wanted to give myself a tour of this place," she said as an excuse.

"I can't say I blame you. This place is rather impressive. The owner is a friend of mine. I've been coming here for years and I still never get tired of looking at the artwork. It's a stunning place to live."

"Exactly. Now if you'll excuse me, I better get back to work."

"What's the hurry?" James asked. "Everyone is busy downstairs with their lewd acts, as you've previously mentioned. People have had enough drinks already and I think you could use a break. How about I give you a quick tour of the upstairs floor?"

She thought for a moment. "Sure. Why not?"

He extended his arm in a gentlemanly fashion, and she held it. They walked down the hall together.

"You're obviously from Loretta's club, but I've never seen you before, or heard your voice. You must be the new girl. The head of my security mentioned how stunning you are. Looks like he was right."

"Thank you very much. You're quite the gentleman, unlike your friend."

Rizzo laughed. "I hope he didn't give you a hard time at the entrance. He can be that way sometimes. But there's no harm. I wouldn't let him hurt anyone as gorgeous as you."

They continued walking down the hall together.

"Are we going anywhere?" she asked, trying to hide her nervousness. "Or are we just walking around aimlessly."

"You wanted a tour, I'm giving you one. If you're interested in artwork, I've found that some of the best artworks are located in bedrooms. I love art, always have. Do you?"

"Look, I better get back downstairs. I have a job to do. Thank you for showing me around the upstairs floor."

"Nonsense," he replied. "No one is looking for you. Are you afraid security might come and throw us out of here for snooping around?"

"I'm here to do a job."

"And you've done it. People have had their drinks and they're content."

James opened a bedroom door and motioned his arm for her to enter.

"After you," he said politely.

"I can't. I really should be going."

"It'll only be a moment. There's something special I want to show you."

At that point, fear was the emotion which consumed her. She was being coerced, and she knew it, but she couldn't fight it.

"Fine. If you insist," she replied.

Once she entered the bedroom, James closed the door and locked it.

"I'd like for us to be formally introduced. Loretta is a personal friend of mine. Anyone that works for her is my friend as well. Please, remove your mask. I want to see if your face is as beautiful as Cutter says it is."

There was no point in arguing. Kelly reluctantly removed her mask and placed it on the table. James did the same thing with his mask. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he was.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

"More than satisfied. You're a vision of beauty. I'm going to enjoy getting to know you."

It finally sunk in that James Rizzo, the mob figure she was trying to take down, had seen her face and her breasts. If she felt embarrassed now, she knew she would be mortified later if she ever had to look at him in court, knowing that he had seen her bare figure.

"Well, now we're formally introduced. Maybe we can continue this conversation downstairs?"

"Not so fast," he replied. "There's a special way that I get acquainted with Loretta's exotic dancers. It's a little crude, but I like to get to know everyone who works for her more intimately."

"Don't even think about it. I'm not that kind of girl."

He laughed. "You aren't that kind of girl? Really? Loretta told me what a whore you are. She told me that you enjoy being a slut behind closed doors. Most importantly, Loretta has told me to be extra rough with you, because that's what you deserve."

Detective Rossi's jaw dropped and her stomach sank.

"She never said that. I...I don't believe it."

James took a step forward and they were face-to-face.

"Well, maybe not in those words. The police have their informants, I have mine. Loretta is a strong independent woman, but she'll do anything to protect herself. She came to her senses this morning and admitted everything to me."

Detective Rossii felt stunned and betrayed. Never in her life had she felt so fearful of another human being.

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