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Detective Lori Harington


On the outside, she looked like an attractive, well-educated woman in her mid-30's. Most people assumed that she was an accountant or a clerk just by looking at her.

But on the inside, she was tough. She was a product of a rough childhood and a dangerous job.

Lori went to the warehouse late in the evening. She was dressed in a casual suit. After a few knocks, the door opened. She was greeted by a skinny middle aged man, aptly named "Spanker" Sam. His nickname was well earned and matched his stellar reputation.

They exchanged pleasantries and she entered the warehouse. Despite the dirty outside, the warehouse was actually an exclusive place. Several of the rooms were being occupied by different guests.

Lori reached her room with "Spanker" Sam. She explained to him that she wanted to make things quick and they should get right to business.

She unbuckled her pants and pulled them down. Then she bent over the table. Sam rubbed her bottom in a caressing way. He lived up to his nickname and began to spank Lori. They weren't gratuitous spanks. They were the nice kind. The friendly kind. The kind that induced orgasms.

It wasn't long before Lori was stimulated enough to reach down and play with her clitoris. She groaned, moaned, then she came. It was a sorely needed orgasm.

When it was over, she pulled her pants up and buckled it. She reached inside of her wallet and began counting her money.

"Long day?" he asked. "You seemed tense."

"Not anymore. See you next week. Same time."

Lori tossed $100 dollars onto the table and promptly left.


Lori spent her days as a detective in the organized crime division which investigated narcotics and prostitution rings. She came from a long line of detectives, from her father, to her grandfather. It still amazed her that she eventually became a law enforcement agent herself. She grew up hating that line of work since it caused her parents to divorce.

She was mainly raised by her mother. They moved around a lot. Whenever she stayed with her dad, he would always talk about his job. The idea grew on her to become a law enforcement agent, even though both of her parents were strongly against it. With her petite frame and pretty face, everyone knew it was an uphill battle. But she proved everyone wrong, graduating at the top of her class in the academy, and making large numbers of arrests as a police woman.

As a detective, she earned a stellar reputation for being intelligent and tough. She could have joined any division as a detective, but she chose organized crime. There was a thrill to it. Bringing down entire criminal enterprises gave her a rush which couldn't be replaced.


Evening. Lori parked her car and headed to her apartment. She was dressed in a suit and carried a briefcase. Living alone made things easier for her job.

"Detective Harington," a man's voice said.

She looked to see a man standing behind a corner. He was a large man wearing a black leather jacket, holding an envelope. He reeked of being a mob enforcer. He couldn't have looked more suspicious if he tried.

"Who's asking?" she replied, getting ready to reach for her gun.

He partially put his hands up and smiled, "Whoa, relax there sweetheart. I come only as a messenger. I ain't here to hurt you."

"A messenger from who?"

"Torrino. Joe Torrino. I'm assuming you're acquainted."

"I know who he is."

"Well the boss would like to meet with you," he said. "Tomorrow. A coffee shop at 8 am. He says you'd know where to find him."

"What's this about? Is Torrino looking for another detective to bribe?"

"You'll have to ask him. But he says it's important."

"You've got a lot of nerve coming to my apartment," she said sharply. "You have 10 seconds to get out of here, or else we'll have a problem."

"I love feisty little women," he smiled. "The boss knew you'd be hostile to his proposal. So he gave me something to show you. It's a goodwill gesture."

He handed Lori the envelope. She immediately opened it to find a collection of surveillance photographs showing her visiting the bondage club at the warehouse.

All of the photos were taken by a long-lens camera from a nearby rooftop. The images showed the detective in odd sexual positions and various states of undress. Lori fumed with anger, squeezing the photos tightly.

"What the hell is this?"

"What do you think it is?" he replied with a smirk. "Tomorrow. 8 am. Don't be late. Nice tits by the way."

The man walked away and Lori was left with the incriminating photos in hand.


Joe Torrino was a mid-level player in the city's underground crime scene. He had been on the radar of local law enforcement for many years, but there was never enough evidence to convict him of anything. His main line of business was a prostitution ring for high end clients.

Saturday morning. Lori stepped into the coffee shop and was surprised to find it empty, except for the crime figure. He sat alone drinking coffee and eating breakfast. They made eye contact, then he smiled. He was in his mid-40's with an average build. Smart looking, but with a dangerous side. Lori had seen his pictures many times, but had never seen him in person before.

"Have a seat," Joe said. "I ordered you some breakfast and coffee."

"I'm not hungry."

She sat down with him at the table. "You have a lot of nerve sending your people to follow me around."

"Nothing personal," he shrugged. "Business is business. I heard from my source in the police department that you have done some investigating on me as well. Find anything interesting?"


"Care to share?" he asked.

"Stolen vehicles, women, prostitution. Enough to put you behind bars for a while."

"Looking in to people's business isn't very neighborly," he said. "So, I figured I'd do the same. I was very surprised to learn about your weekly habits. You're a very naughty girl it seems. Who would have thought?"

"Not that it's any of your business."

"Forgive me. My fucking manners sometimes."

"What do you want?" Lori asked casually.

"I wanted to see if you were as pretty as everyone says. I think you're gorgeous."

"What do you really want?"

"You think I'm blackmailing you?"

"Aren't you?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "You probably figured you could squeeze some information out of me in exchange for the photos."

"Would that have worked?"

"Of course not."

"Then what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I wanted to come here and look you in the eyes, so you know that I'm not afraid of you."

Joe leaned back and smiled, "You're a fascinating person. Tell me, what's a highly intelligent woman like you doing at a cheap bondage club in a warehouse anyway? You're better than that. You should be visiting one of my high-end bondage clubs. We'll take care of you real nice."

"I want the pictures. All of them. The film strips too."

"Why would I do that?"

"Because I'll make you pay. That's why."

"The pictures I have were taken legally," he said. "If you've got a problem, go talk to a fucking judge about it."

"You're a real piece of fucking shit."

"You've got some mouth for a pretty little lady," he said in a condescending manner. "The truth is, I'm actually doing you a favor."

"How's that?"

"Word is, the heads of other organizations are beginning to look into you. Nothing life threatening, if you know what I mean. They're not stupid. They just want to know who's on their tail. Anyway, it was only a matter of time before the wrong people get a hold of this information and use it to destroy you."

"I'll say it again: Give me the photos, and I'll pretend this never happened."

"No," he said bluntly.

"Then what do you want?"

"Let's keep in touch. Give me a few days, and when the time is right, I'll give you all of the original copies. No games. It's that simple."

Lori squinted her eyes at the crime figure. She always had an uncanny ability to read people, but she couldn't read Joe. He was too complex, too good at masking his emotions.

At that point, she knew that arguing with him was pointless. He had already made up his mind. There was nothing the detective could do. Joe hadn't broken the law by having those photos taken. And Lori wasn't being blackmailed for it. If she laid a finger on him, she could have been facing criminal charges.

The only thing Lori could do was get up and leave.


It was a painfully tense week for Lori. Having her secret revealed was bad enough. She couldn't stop thinking of crime figures laughing at her nude pictures and images of her in bondage. She wondered how many thugs masturbated to those photos.

But now she waited for the other shoe to drop. She knew she was going to be blackmailed eventually. She figured Joe was simply biding his time, fucking with her mind in the process.

The smart thing for Lori to do was to inform her superiors. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to that point. How could she tell the men she respected that she, one of the most decorated female agents on the force, had a serious fetish for derogatory sex acts. She couldn't.

"What would I do to keep those pictures secret?" she would occasionally think to herself.

Having them released wouldn't ruin her career, but it would certainly complicate things. All of her male colleagues would have a field day with those pictures. She knew it. The cops and detectives she worked with weren't dumb enough to sexually harass her- they knew better than to mess with her. But she's seen the looks. The glances. Men checking her out. She knew she was lusted after.

"I'm totally fucked."

Other times throughout the week she wondered if she would actually submit to Joe Torrino's inevitable blackmail. How bad would it actually be if I gave him a few pieces of information? Nothing damaging. But enough to keep him happy.

Of course he wanted information, she figured. She definitely didn't have the money. Like most detective's in the city, she lived on a tight budget, especially with the soaring cost of living. It was a price she was willing to pay to live in a metropolis. But with men like Torrino around, she was beginning to reconsider.


Saturday mornings were always very special for Lori. She would wake up early and go for long runs in the neighborhood. It cleared her mind. It was almost meditative for her. She was in her running outfit, completely covered in sweat.

When she got back to her apartment an hour later, she saw Joe Torrino standing in front of the doorway with a large yellow envelope in hand. It was a stomach turning sight for her, even though Torrino had a friendly smile on his face. It was like he couldn't understand why his actions could be unnerving to some people.

There was no point in standing around and giving him a mouthful, so Lori simply let him inside of the apartment. She had already made up her mind: She was going to wait for the blackmail, then she would inform her superiors. A sting operation would be set. And Torrino would go to jail.

"Beautiful place," he said, looking around the apartment.

"For a detective's salary, right?"

"It's a beautiful place, period," he insisted.

"Thank you."

Lori put leftover breakfast pastries on a plate and set them on the living room table. She offered him coffee, which he politely declined. She invited Joe to sit, which he did.

"These are for you," he said, tossing the envelope onto the table, next to the pastries.

"Are those the pictures?"

"All of them. Every single copy. All of the original frames. You have my word."

"You're not a very good gangster," she replied.

"Keeps me out of prison," he said with a half-smile. "Are you disappointed at all?"

"Disappointed in what?"

"That we're not playing your game. That I'm not blackmailing you. Were you looking forward to that? Playing a cat & mouse game with me?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you wanted to play the game," he replied confidently. "Deep down, you were looking for the chase. The adrenaline rush. It probably makes your pussy wet. Especially after you make a big arrest. I'm sure that's what a dirty little slut like you enjoys."

"I'm not a slut."

"So the rest is true then?" he asked rhetorically with an eyebrow raised.

"If you're not going to blackmail me, then what exactly do you want?"

"I want to help you."


"I know you've stopped seeing your spanker friend," he said. "It was only a matter of time before someone more ruthless than myself discovers your secret fetish. Then you would have a serious problem on your hands."

"If you're not going to tell me anything new, I'd like you to leave."

"I can help," he insisted. "A woman with your particular needs isn't going to be satisfied by masturbating with a vibrator. No. You need something a little more rough. That's where I come in. You know exactly what kind of business I do."

Lori nodded. "Sure I do. I know your business. You treat women like cattle, selling them to the highest bidder. Am I wrong?"

"That's a very naive way of looking at things."

"Then enlighten me."

"The women that work for me know exactly what they're doing. They're smart and savvy, just like you."

"Is that how you justify yourself?" she asked incredulously.

"Meet them if you want. Maybe you'll change your mind."

"Please, just leave."

"Fine," he said. "But before I go, I have to ask, what's a classy woman like you doing in a bondage club?"

She thought for a moment. "It relieves the stress from my job."

"Why not find a man to sleep with? It would be a lot easier. Why bondage?"

"That's none of your business."

"I'm only curious. Don't worry, I'm very discreet. No one will ever know."

"I can't climax without it," she admitted in a moment of vulnerability. "I don't know. I guess I'm flawed."

"You're perfect."

"I can only orgasm if someone is spanking me and treating me like shit. You call that perfect?"

"Yes," he replied simply. "We'll keep in touch. I'm very interested in you. And I believe I can solve many of your problems. Have a good day."

With that said, Joe walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. Lori felt relieved that the crime figure she was investigating had left. But a deeper part of her felt disappointed. She knew that Joe understood her. Not many men did.


The weeks flew by. Lori felt miserable without her orgasms. She couldn't go to the bondage club in the warehouse anymore because she had already been caught, and she didn't want to make the same mistake twice.

All she could do was play with herself in her bedroom or in the bathtub. It felt good. Some days it felt great. Some days she came close to an orgasm- but it never happened. She became deprived of a good orgasm for too long. It was a horrible denial which often left her in a grumpy mood. It was hard maintaining her professionalism at work with her pent up sexual frustrations.

It was beginning to make sense. Joe Torrino was doing it on purpose. Denying her the sex club while tempting her with a proposal of his own. That conniving bastard.


Sunday morning. Lori drove downtown to a location that Joe had posted on her door. She knew she should have ignored the message. But she went anyway.

It was an interesting part of downtown. Things were lively yet classy.

When she arrived at the destination, she was greeted by Joe, who was dressed in a casual suit. He greeted her with a big smile as if they were friends. Against Lori's natural instincts, she smiled back, which she instantly regretted.

Joe led her inside the building. Guards were in the lobby. There were scantily clad beautiful women walking in & out of different rooms. The women were often accompanied by rich looking men in business suits. It was obviously a high class sex club. There were signs of bondage everywhere. Some of the women carried whips, cuffs, or even strap-ons.

"This is where I make most of my money," Joe said as they reached the top floor, which had a view overlooking the building's layout.

"I never knew this place existed."

"You have a lot to learn, it seems."

"Why are you showing me this?" she asked with a genuine curiosity. "I could shut this place down in a heartbeat and have you put in jail."

"You won't," he confidently replied.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I could still have extra naked photos of you being spanked."

Lori clenched her fist, ready to throw a punch. "Do you still have those pictures of me?"

"Relax," he smiled. "I'm joking. Our secrets are safe with each other, right?"

She calmed herself down. "For now."

"The last time we spoke, you told me that you couldn't cum without bondage."

"I was telling you the truth."

He nodded. "I know. But why is that the case? Why can't you orgasm like a normal person?"

At that moment, Lori was slightly offended when he insinuated that she 'wasn't a normal person.' But she tried to ignore the vague insult.

"I'd rather not go into detail," she replied. "But it's a physiological issue from when I was young. It's probably that. Or maybe I'm just flawed in some way."

"I think it makes you a very special woman."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because your orgasms are so intense. You experience pleasures that the average person wouldn't understand. I've seen the pictures of you being tied and spanked. You're like a completely different woman."

There was a strange yearning in Lori's heart. Finally, someone understands me.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked.

"We can help each other. In this building, you're free to do anything. You can cum any way you'd like, and it will be our secret. No one in this building knows your true identity except for me. You could even make money doing this."

"Are you seriously suggesting that I become one of your prostitutes?"

"Prostitute is an ugly word," he replied. "Think of yourself as a free-agent."

"What do you get out of this?"

"I like the idea of a beautiful & intelligent police detective getting her orgasms in my building. It's an arousing thought. That's all. I won't ask you for any secret police information, unless of course you're interested in sharing."

"That'll never happen." she replied.

"Fair enough. I wouldn't expect anything less from a dedicated agent such as yourself. But what about the offer to enjoy the benefits of this place? Would you consider that?"

She thought for a long and hard moment. "It's never going to work. You and I. We're too far apart in life. If anyone ever found out..."

"You said yourself that the police don't know about this place."

"Yet," she clarified. "The police don't know about this place, yet. It's only a matter of time before this brothel is shut down and everyone gets arrested."

"But you are the police. Once you hear something, stop coming to this place. It's that simple."

Lori shook her head. "Nothing is ever that simple."

"What are you afraid of, detective? You can tell me anything."

"It's my job to put scum like you behind bars. I'll never be your whore."

"Yet here you are, listening to my dirty proposal."

"Of course I'm listening. You're giving me inside information to your illegal network of prostitution. Not a very smart move."

He smiled, "Tell me, Lori, when was the last time you had a good orgasm? Days? Weeks? You must be aching between the legs, you poor little thing. With all that good work you do for the city, you deserve to have your needs taken care of. Don't you agree?"

"I have to go," she replied coldly. "And don't ever contact me again. Got it?"

He gave a sly wink. "Understood."

There was a tension in the air as Lori Harington walked away. On her way out of the building, she walked passed a slew of beautiful half-dressed women accompanied by rich men. Everyone there was happy. They were all enjoying themselves with great sex. Could I do the same?

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