The Informant

Reggie's eyebrows rose. "Wow, no offense, but that's a rough neighborhood. A lotta crack heads and gangbangers out that way. You like it there?"

The server arrived just in time with Alyssa's second drink. She slugged it down with a grimace. "No, not really."

"So, what brings you here tonight, Alyssa?"

Alyssa began relaxing from the four shots of whisky she had consumed within 10 minutes. She decided to go for broke with her reply. "I'm trying to score some coke tonight."

Reggie managed to keep a straight face despite almost laughing at her. She was a poor informant, perhaps the worse he had ever encountered. Was she that naive to believe a big-time drug dealer like himself would carry coke around with him and deal directly with some bimbo he just met in a club, as if she was in a 1980s episode of 'Miami Vice'? She was trying to hook him like a fish, not realizing that he was doing the same to her. He was going to have a lot of fun playing this gullible white girl. "Don't have any coke, baby, but I might be able to get some Molly tonight. You in?"

Alyssa wore a puzzled look. "Molly? Who's that?"

Reggie raised his eyebrows at Alyssa's ignorance and clarified, "It's really pure Ecstasy, the best stuff out there." He turned his head from side to side. "Mmm, mmm, I might be able to get some from my suppliers. You in?"

Alyssa had heard something about Ecstasy a long time ago, but had never tried it and didn't remember much about it, other than it was illegal and a growing problem. She could not believe her good fortune — how easy it was proving to get information about this dirty drug dealer and his suppliers for Detective Sanchez so suddenly. Soon this low-life and his associates would be in jail where they belonged, and she and Josh would be free to live their lives together again.

She nodded affirmatively.

Reggie smiled at how easily this little whitefish swallowed his bait. "Come on, then. Let's get outta this place."

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A limousine took them to Reggie's high-rise. During the ride Reggie sat across from Alyssa. She looked out the window unaware of how he studied her gorgeous legs, her small waist, flat stomach and even the indention of her naval — all perceptible, as well as her firm c-cup breasts — through the sexy miniskirt that clung to her beautifully curved body.

The miniskirt, a sleeveless type with only thin straps over her toned shoulders holding it on, was made of grey material interspersed with silvery threads. Beneath it, a sexy thong and bra waited, Alyssa wrapped as an unknowing gift for Reggie from Detective Sanchez.

Reggie's cock had been hard all night, since he first saw Alyssa. Yet unfortunately, she had never looked directly its way. And in the shadows of night his dark baggy slacks and sports jacket helped obscure the horrific bulge that would have deterred Alyssa from going anywhere with this dangerous criminal had she noticed it.

Giving his hardness to Alyssa and putting it inside the soft, yet tight wetness of her pussy became all he thought about.

While she looked away buzzed from alcohol and completely ignorant of his growing desire for her, he quickly adjusted himself to alleviate some of the discomfort his abnormally large penis gave him during erections. He needed to relieve his hard-on with her soon, he thought.

"Is this your place?" Alyssa asked as they pulled up to a 50-story high-rise in a very expensive part of town. A doorman wearing a navy-blue suit stood at attention. Double glass doors immediately to his left, and a revolving door next to them, trimmed in polished brass, led to the lobby where a crystal chandelier hung above the concierge desk. It looked like the extravagant hotel in New York City Alyssa had briefly visited during her honeymoon with Josh.

The man in the navy-blue suit opened their limo door and Reggie giggled a reply. "No, not the entire building. Just the top floor."

"Good evening, Mr. Johnson," the clean-shaven, middle-aged doorman said as he closed the limo door behind them and proceeded to open the big glass door to the lobby.

"Thank you, James," Reggie answered.

An awkward silence filled the elevator as they travelled to the top of Reggie's high-rise, Alyssa's ears popping as they passed the 38th floor. Finally, the doors opened. Two big, burly black guys greeted them as they exited the elevator.

"Hey, boss, you want me to check this one out," one of them asked Reggie.

"Yeah, you better just to be safe." Reggie turned to Alyssa and said, "Sorry, beautiful, but they gonna check you out for a bug. I'm in a business where I need to be careful about that kinda thing."

"Sure," Alyssa replied, holding her arms out while the big black guy waved some wand up and down the front and back of her body.

"She okay boss."

Reggie opened the door to his penthouse for Alyssa and smiled, reeling his whitefish in, he thought. "This way."

Alyssa entered and sauntered over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that comprised the eastern wall of his living room. She gazed out over the million-dollar view of the illuminated city, the numerous lights like countless stars through the lens of a telescope aimed at some distant constellation. "Wow, this is a really beautiful place you have."

He went to his wet bar. "Want another drink?"

She was already intoxicated, but handled her booze well. "Just water."

He fixed himself another Crown and fetched her a bottle of chilled water. "A good choice for Molly."

"I beg your pardon?" Alyssa asked.

He swallowed a mouthful of whisky. His tumbler clanged as he set it down on the black granite countertop. Alyssa saw the tiny blue pill he held between his two black fingers as he approached with her bottle of chilled water.

"For Molly," he repeated. "It tends to make users dehydrated. Now open your beautiful mouth for me."

A user? That's what this loathsome black drug dealer thought she was? Alyssa's eyes grew wide. Aside from smoking a tiny bit of marijuana on very rare occasions, she had never used any type of drug. "N-n, no," she nervously laughed, her lips drawing tight, revealing lovely white teeth and a hint of a gorgeous smile. "I wasn't planning on taking it tonight."

Reggie looked at her inquisitively. "You want me to get some of this from my suppliers without trying a sample of it yourself first? You an informant or something?"

The inquisitive look on his strong brown face began to show a mixture of distrust and anger.

Alyssa realized her plan was in danger and that she needed to alter course. The thought of Josh's career as a teacher ruined by a felony record for drugs, twelve years separated from each other as they each served prison terms flashed through her mind. She could not risk losing Reggie's trust — not now after getting so close. "It's just that it's getting late. My neighborhood, as you noted, is rough. I don't want to be out on the streets that late."

She played this game very poorly, Reggie thought. "Don't worry, I'll have my limo driver take you home a little later. If you like this stuff, I'll give my supplier a quick call tonight for more. You can meet him."

Alyssa tried to stall. "How much are we talking? I don't have a lot of money right now. Maybe we should do this tomorrow or the next day? You can talk to your supplier tonight and I'll get money for a deal tomorrow."

"That's okay. You can pay me when you get the money. Now open up for me."

Again, he outmaneuvered her. She nervously looked into his eyes, like a trapped prey, as the bottom of her jaw slowly opened.

He placed the small blue pill on her tongue and her mouth closed.

"Good girl," he said, the plastic cap of the water bottle snapping as he unscrewed it for her.

She took the clear plastic bottle of water from him — cold condensation running down its sides wetting her hand —and pretended to take a sip while slipping the pill he had put in her mouth under her tongue.

"I need to use the bathroom."

He knew what she was up to, but he wasn't going to let her get away that easily. He had reeled in this whitefish, practically had her in his net. "Let's kiss first." His huge muscular arm suddenly wrapped around her tiny waist and drew her to him.

"Whoa, not so fast," she said, trying to squirm from his embrace and pushing against huge muscles in his chest. She felt something else through their clothing as he pressed against her — something hard and incredibly large in his pants, but she became distracted by the awful, bitter-sour taste of the pill rapidly dissolving in her mouth.

"Kiss me now," he repeated, attempting to attach his lips to hers.

She turned away to avoid the kiss. "No, wait a minute. I'm sorry. I need another drink first. There's a funny taste in my mouth." She raised the water bottle to her lips again to swallow the remnants of the dissolved pill she had wanted to spit out in his bathroom.

Reggie smirked as he watched her really drink the water this time, and swallow a very large and powerful dosage of the drug — pure stuff, not the cut down crap sold by street dealers. He was eager to get her fucked up on it. This pretty whitefish was now in his net and it was time to haul her on board his boat to spear.

She finished the water, determined to somehow fight getting high.

"Let's kiss some now." His mouth locked to hers and his tongue forced its way past her lips. He pulled her with him onto the sofa.

"Mmm, no, mmm, wait, please, Reggie. I can't." She hated kissing him, and wiped his nasty saliva off her face with the back of her hand.

"Why not?" He secretly searched her eyes for tell-tale signs of the drug entering her bloodstream, but it was still too soon.

She was happily married to Josh. She would never cheat on him. Reggie was a nasty black man and a slime-ball drug dealer. But as a confidential police informant, she could not tell Reggie any of that. "You're going too fast."

Pretty whitefish was trying to escape from his net, but it was too late. He was going to bring her on board and spear her regardless of how much she tried to flop away. "We just kissing, baby. But you asking me to take a big risk and get this stuff for you without letting me get to know you first. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing. I don't know anything about you. Maybe you be five-o. I'll take you home now."

Betraying her husband by kissing this disgusting black man and drug dealer repulsed her, but Reggie threatened to cancel everything when she almost had what she needed. She remembered Sanchez' warning. She was running out of time. She had to make Reggie trust her.

She gently touched his muscular arm. "You can trust me, Reggie. I'm not a narc and I don't want you to take me home yet. Just kissing, though, right? Nothing more tonight, okay? I've just met you and I'm not that type of girl."

Alyssa was playing right into his hands. She obviously never tried Molly before and held no idea of its strength. Even inferior formulations and lower dosages altered emotions, mood, and perception. Something as benign as kissing easily became much more lascivious under its influence.

Reggie smiled and nodded his head. He was on his way inside this sweet little white girl's panties and she didn't even realize it. "Okay, we just gonna kiss for a little while until you see if you like the Molly. If you like it, I'll call Luther. Now lay back for me."

Luther — was that the name of Reggie's supplier? Alyssa wondered as she reclined on the sofa beneath Reggie's big hard body. She had to remember that name, she thought. But her mind quickly strayed to how different Reggie was from Josh — stronger, firmer, and larger. She felt his huge penis through their clothing press against her again, but the meaning of its terrible size now failed to fully register in her brain because a warm, wonderfully peaceful feeling began to creep up on her.

"Wait, Reggie. How long does this stuff take to work? I think maybe I'm feeling something."

Reggie noticed her pupils already displacing much of the blue in her eyes.

"It gonna take at least an hour to even start affecting you," he misleadingly told her. In an hour, she would be heavily 'rolling' as they said. Too fucked up to fully realize what he was doing to her.

"It's going to be late then."

"Don't you worry none, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you."

His promise to 'take good care of her' should have been a warning to Alyssa, but instead she believed him, the concentration of MDMA in her bloodstream rapidly increasing. They began French-kissing again.

"Mmm, oh, Reggie, mmm, oh."

His tongue probed deeper and deeper inside her mouth and then occupied it like a victorious foreign invader. Fleeting thoughts of Josh went through her brain, but she was doing this for him.

"Oh, I'm getting so warm," she murmured after nearly 30 minutes of French-kissing Reggie without interruption, the drug raising her body temperature, altering her perception of time. The miniskirt she wore became saturated with her sweat and stuck to her body. "Can you make the air conditioning colder for me? It's really hot in here."

"Sure, baby." Reggie quickly got off Alyssa and turned the temperature higher instead. It would make convincing her to undress easier, he reasoned.

They resumed kissing when he returned to her, and Alyssa found herself running her hands underneath his shirt and up his back. His smooth black skin and hard muscles felt so good, she thought. "Oh, I think that stuff you gave me is doing something already. Let's stop now and get some more from your supplier."

"Latter. You getting hot. Let's get this dress off you before you overheat."

"Huh?" Alyssa asked, not quite comprehending what he said to her. Her eyes looked dreamy. He pulled the straps of her miniskirt down her shoulders.

"No, what are you doing? Stop it — just kissing."

"I know, baby, but you gonna over-heat with this on. It's dangerous if you get too hot. Look at how much you sweating. We have to cool you down."

"No, mmm, oh," Alyssa moaned, as he resumed French-kissing her while inching her miniskirt lower — down her arms until it puddled around her waist.

"Oh, it's so hot in here," she gasped when he finally removed his mouth from her lips again, beads of sweat forming on her face and body.

"I know, baby. You don't need to worry. I won't do nothing. Now lift up for me"

Euphoria from the Molly greatly clouded her judgement and she trusted him. She raised her butt and he pulled the miniskirt past her hips and off her legs.

"That's a good girl. We gotta get you to cool down."

Alyssa now wore only a bright red bra and matching thong made of silk. His strong hands ran up her flat stomach, feeling the contours of her defined abdominal muscles, and slid underneath her bra, cupping her soft, full breasts and tweaking her nipples.

"No, Reggie, don't touch them like that. You promised."

"Yeah, you rolling good now. Let me get this off you. You still way too hot."

"What? Don't take my bra off!"

His cock throbbed painfully for her pussy, and this hijacked all his thoughts. He had to have her. He ignored her and unclasped her bra. Her young tits required no support and perkily stood out from her slender body. Her small areolae further confirmed her glorious youth in their pale pink color.

Alyssa recognized that something was terribly wrong, but the realization was brief, veiled by the effects of the drug and the resumption of their French-kissing. She somehow forgot that he was a black drug dealer who had her almost completely undressed — and most importantly, that he was not her husband.

Rolling and at peace with the universe, she only felt love for everything and everyone, including this black man, and allowed his hands to caress her breasts, explore her young body. One of his strong hands finally released her erect nipple, descended to her flat tummy, and slid into her thong like a stealthy invader, his finger expertly locating her clit.

She remembered Josh. "No, don't touch me there — please!" She grabbed Reggie's wrist and tried to pull his hand away from her vagina. "Stop touching it, no don't, Reggie."

"Shhh, it's just touching and just for a little while, baby. Nothing else. If you want me to trust you, you gotta trust me a little. Otherwise, our deal is off."

Alyssa sort of trusted him, a consequence of the Molly, and she remembered that she needed him to trust her. She had to find out about his suppliers. But he was touching her clitoris. It was so inappropriate and dangerously intimate. She sighed deeply and released his wrist. "Okay, but only touching and just for a little while."

"That's a good girl. Just touching and just for a little while," he repeated back to her. He knew how suggestions and reassurances combined with the relaxing effects of the drug and clouded judgement. "It won't hurt anything to let me touch it a little bit. I'm not gonna do anything else. You so beautiful."

He knew Molly heightened sense of touch as he tenderly caressed her most touch sensitive organ — a calculated, strategic place to target in seducing her. His little while continued and his little bit turned into expert masturbation. He awakened the countless nerves in her clitoris and they began bombarding her brain with their pleasurable signals.

His finger got wetter in her pussy, and he felt her clitoris become fuller and firmer as he touched it more. "Yeah, that starting to feel real good now, huh?"

"Oh, oh, ah, ahh, no, please, ooh," she moaned.

While masturbating her, his other hand grabbed the delicate fabric of her thong and began tugging it down. She noticed him pulling it off her too late, when it already hung from one of her ankles. She panicked. "No, don't take my thong off!"

She was not going to stop him now, he thought. Little whitefish was on board his boat almost ready to spear. He forced her legs apart and brought his face within inches of her fragrant pussy, which radiated an irresistibly inviting warmth.

She was smoothly shaved with only a neatly trimmed, pencil thin landing strip. His fingers stretched her soft lips in opposite directions — wide open — exposing the lovely pink of raw womanhood with her clitoris susceptibly waiting for him to make it the center of her universe.

His nostrils inhaled more of her sweet female scent — a pleasant, almost flower-like aroma consisting of perfume and her natural pheromones that called to him. His mouth attacked her pussy and he began sucking on her clit.

"No, don't do that," she cried, sitting up and shoving his head away from her.

Reggie scowled at her. "Trust is a two-way street. If you want me to get more drugs from my supplier tonight, you gotta trust me now, let me get to know you better and go down on you some. Only a close girlfriend can know about my business. Do you wanna quit crying, be my girlfriend and let me do this or do you wanna go home?"

Tears ran from the corners of her eyes down the sides of her face. Alyssa was confused and couldn't think clearly anymore. She realized she was high on a potent drug. She didn't want to be his 'girlfriend', but she had to pretend otherwise and convince him to trust her. She wished she could stop Reggie and still get out of this mess Josh had put them in. Instead she had to let this strange black man, a low-life drug dealer, perform oral sex on her.

"Answer me — do you wanna be my girlfriend and let me eat your pussy or do you want me to take you home?"

Alyssa cried, "I want to be your girlfriend."

Reggie smiled. How fortunate. This naive white bitch was completely clueless and he was going to exploit her. His mouth returned to her sex. He resumed his attack on her married white pussy with renewed determination for total victory. He was going to make her cum, and more than just once.