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This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to
living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence.  This
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Edited by pairadice

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Angie goes Undercover

Deputy Sergeant Applegate pursed her full lips.  She had to make
a decision.  Angie had been promoted to deputy sergeant from the
outstanding work she had done while on temporary duty.  She had
been offered sergeant after successful completion of a voluntary
undercover assignment.  The job would require temporary duty with
the vice squad in Los Angeles.  It wasn’t something she had been
trained to do, but Lieutenant Frost told her that she was a
natural.  Angie was to report to the vice squad division of the
L.A.P.D.  She had been advised to report in her normal uniform,
two inch heels, silk stockings and no bra.  She had decided to
wear black thong panties just to make a good impression.


Angie strode into the L.A.P.D. headquarters building with
confidence.  This confidence made her feel that she was ready for
anything.  It also made her big boobs bounce wildly.  She
strutted up to the desk sergeant and smiled at him.  The
uniformed police sergeant couldn’t keep his eyes off of her
tantalizing tit flesh and choked on his donut.  He might have
died had not a passing prostitute come to his aid with the
‘Breath of Life’.  Angie was watching her technique, about to
offer some helpful suggestions.


She was approached by a thin, white dude wearing jeans and a
‘Kiss’ T-shirt.  “You’r Applegate?  Follow me.”  He led her to a
door and opened it so she could enter.  Angie noticed that the
printed “Vice” on the door was almost faded out.  Some joker had
painted a picture of a vice squeezing a hooker below it.  Angie
was ushered past a gaggle of prostitutes loudly proclaiming their
innocence.


The thin man introduced Angie to the men that were sitting at a
table drinking coffee.  “Angie this is Theodore Bear”, an older
looking plump man with a bow tie; “Skiff on loan from the Narcs”,
a small nervous looking man that looked like he was about to jump
out of his own skin; “Sonny Barker”, a tall black man who looked
out of his permanently silted eyes.  Then there is “California”,
who is new to Vice, a blonde surfer looking dude; “Cotton,
another plant for Narcs”, a short black man with a scruffy patch
of curly hair and a cheap cigar clamped between his teeth. 
“Boys, this is Angie, our latest undercover volunteer.  My name
is Carl, by the way.”  Some nodded and the greetings of ‘Welcome
aboard’, ‘She’ll do’ and ‘No bra, get used to it honey’ were
heard.  The only one who met her gaze and held out his hand was
‘California’.  As soon as their hands had met, Carl bustled her
off saying, “Gotta see the L.T.  No time to dawdle.”


Carl knocked on a door that was ajar and led Angie in, without
waiting for a reply.  He sat her down in a chair and left the
small office pulling the door shut behind him.  A man was sitting
at the desk reading a report that he held in front of his face. 
After a couple of uncomfortable minutes, Angie heard a sigh and
saw the man put the report down on his desk.  The man was a tired
looking, middle aged Hispanic with graying dark hair and very
large hands.  The knuckles on his hands were scarred, as if he
had been punching a brick wall.  “You must be Deputy Sergeant
Applegate, I’m Lieutenant Hernandez. You’ll be working for me as
a ‘honey treat’ dangled out in public trying to attract the
attention of Viktor Rostovitch.  He is the leader of the local
contingent of the ‘Sevastopol Twelve’.  He’s the weakest of the
twelve Russian bosses.  Your job is to get close to him and find
out about his organization.  You’ll be monitored, so we will know
what you find-out and you’ll be guided by vice detectives on what
you should and shouldn’t do.  They will be in constant
communication with you, so just listen to them.  You should
appear available, but be unattainable and you should not have to
put-out.  You’ll be briefed further by vice officers.  That’ll be
all, you can go.”


Angie exited the lieutenant’s office and left the door ajar.  She
was called over by Sonny and ‘California’.  Sonny briefed Angie,
“We have rented an apartment for you near the beach.  You’ll move
in tomorrow.  Your cover story is something you can relate to,
you were attending Saddleback College going for a Criminology
degree.  The story is that you got kicked out of college for
cheating.   Your step-mother, who wants you out of the way, made
the most of it and had you cut off.  The apartment belongs to an
old friend of the family.  The only money that you have is a few
hundred dollars.  You don’t want to have to go to work,
especially with fast food, which is about all you’re qualified
for.  The only other job would be on your back and you can’t even
think about it getting that bad.”


Sonny held up a locket on a chain and a pair of matching
earrings.  “Wear these always.  The locket contains a microphone
and the left earring has a tiny speaker.  The mike and speaker
are always on, you don’t have to activate them.  For your sake
and ours, I hope you don’t talk in your sleep.  ‘California’ and
Cotton will be your day-time shadows, Teddy and Skiff at night. 
Carl and I will be your ‘floating’ support, as needed.  Teddy has
a lot of experience, listen to him.”  He gave her a business
card.  “Take a bus here from Saddleback College tomorrow morning.
 Carry your stuff in a small suitcase.  Don’t take very much and
remember, your source of ready cash has been cut off.


Rebecca gave Angie a long kiss the next morning and sent her on
her way.  She had agreed to back-up Angie’s cover story if anyone
inquired.  Angie got off the bus at the Wind Chime apartments. 
The apartments were laid out as an oval of individual bungalows
around a small outdoor park.  Angie was wearing a pink halter
top, which exposed her flat tummy, and white short-shorts with
two inch open toed sandals.  She went to the office and soon had
her own apartment.  Angie glanced at her watch as she unpacked
her small suitcase; it wasn’t even ten O’clock yet.  Angie hummed
a pop tune to herself as she finished unpacking and slipped into
a bright orange thong bikini.  A gruff male voice yelled in her
ear, “Stop humming that tune; you’ve got ‘California’ singing it
now.  If he keeps singing, you’re gonna be left alone with out
back-up until the next crew comes on duty.”  Angie wisely stopped
humming out loud, but now she just couldn’t get that tune out of
her head.


Showtime!  Angie walked across the street in her bikini and
sandals.  She had left her watch back in her bungalow, but wore
the earrings and necklace.  Angie was carrying a net-bag with a
beach towel and a bottle of suntan oil.  A couple of yahoos or
hobos hooted at her bare ass as she strutted across the street
and strolled onto the beach.  Angie’s two inch sandals were not
the best for walking on sand, so she kicked them off.  She
carried her sandals in one hand as she walked, her toes digging
into the hot beach sand.  She wandered down the beach until she
was near a fenced-in area with some free weights and benches; the
Russian equivalent of ‘Muscle Beach’.  Angie spread her towel,
stolen from the Radisson, on the sand.  Angie thought, “I’ve
spent so much time on this all-over tan; it would be a shame to
ruin it now.”


Standing next to her towel, Angie slid her top off, over her
shoulders, freeing her bodacious boobies.  The few men lifting
weights didn’t seem to notice her stripping, so she slid her
thong down her legs and stepped out of it.  Angie then sat down
on her towel and spread suntan oil over her front.  She took
extra time on her ripe breasts and her womanhood.  Angie
stretched out on the towel and let the warm sun wash over her. 
Once she had spent some time on her back, Angie decided it was
time to flip over and toast the back a little.  Angie needed
someone to oil her back, and thought this might be a great way to
meet some Russians, maybe Victor.  She walked naked over to the
chain link fence.  Angie noticed Victor from a photo that the
vice cops had shown her.  He was bench pressing an enormous
amount of weight.  Angie pondered this, “Wow!  Lieutenant
Rodriguez had said that Victor was the weakest of the twelve
crime lords.  They must really workout a lot if they’re stronger
than Victor.”


Leaning her large, oiled tits over the fence, Angie held up her
bottle of suntan oil.  “Can anyone of you muscular studs take a
few minutes off and oil my back?”  She smiled and without waiting
for an answer walked back to her towel and lay face down.  She
didn’t have long to wait.  A minute later Angie felt a pair of
strong hands massaging oil into her back.  “Make sure you get my
ass really good stud, I don’t want to burn down there.”  The
hands dutifully rubbed her buns, and then one finger slipped into
her wet cunt and began to play with it like it was payment for
the oiling job.  The hands walked away and Angie suntanned in
relative privacy.  She flipped over two more times to finish her
line-less tan.  Angie got dressed in her orange thong bikini and
walked home.  The next two days went basically the same and she
wondered if she was making any headway toward meeting Victor. 
Her nights were uneventful, but that was about to change.


It happened on the third day Angie was sunbathing nude.  She had
just taken off her bikini, sat down on the towel and oiled most
of her legs.  A pair of trainers stepped into view at the edge of
her towel; Angie looked up to see Victor standing there
shirtless, his muscles gleaming with sweat.  “I’ll oil up the
rest for you babe.  I’ve been watching you take care of your sexy
body and I want to take over.  Angie met his gaze, then lowered
her eyes holding out the bottle of suntan oil to him.  She closed
her eyes as he pushed her onto her back and then rubbed the warm
oil onto her prone body.  Of course, Victor took extra time
rubbing Angie’s full breasts and womanly folds.  Angie’s nipples
had not been that hard in a week.  “I’ll be back in thirty
minutes to do your back.  Oh by the way, I’m having you picked up
at seven to bring you to dinner with me.  Wear something sexy.”


Waiting for her ride outside her apartment, Angie had already
told the day shift about her date.  She stood there and heard the
muted sounds of the shift change over her earring.  ‘California’
had assured Angie that Teddy would be listening closely and would
tell her any instructions, as needed by the situation.  If he
didn’t say anything then she had a green light and should act
accordingly.  Angie was dressed in a pretty evening gown that was
also hot.  It held her full breasts up high, on display for all
to see.  The tops of her heavy jugs shone in the moonlight.  The
gown was slit up to the waist on the left side showing off her
stocking clad legs.  A pair of three inch spike heels finished
off her outfit.  Angie thought, “This dress is last year’s style,
but it’s the best I’ve got.”


Unbeknownst to anyone and especially Angie, things were not as
they seemed with the two detectives on the night shift.  Skiff,
from narcotics, had a bit of a problem.  He couldn’t stay awake
during the day, so he had taken stimulants for ten years to stay
awake.  This required him to take relaxants to sleep at night. 
He was clean now having gone through rehab, but Skiff’s sleep
cycle was set as if it was in cement.  He volunteered for the
late shift to try and break out of this pattern.  It may have
worked, but the other half of the team, Teddy, had a similar
problem.  He was a recent victim of narcolepsy.  His regular
partner, Carl, knew of it, but Teddy only had six months to serve
until retirement and Carl was covering for him so he could make
it.


A Lincoln Town Car was sitting at the corner near Angie’s
apartment blowing its horn.  The driver got out and waved her
over.  “Are you the woman with the orange bikini?  If you are get
in, we’re late.”  The driver was speaking with a thick Russian
accent.  Angie nodded, confused that Victor was not there.  The
driver winked and opened the rear door, then waved her in.  Angie
had just enough time to arrange herself on the seat when the car
spun out, made an illegal u-turn and sped off down the road.  “I
take you to Mr. Rostovitch.”  The diver was then silent as they
rushed off to Victor’s club.  The car made several sharp turns,
not slowing down at all.  Angie hung on to the leather seat with
a death grip that turned her knuckles white.  She managed to stay
on the seat, her ass sliding this way and that.  After a wild
ride of about twenty minutes, the car screeched to a halt in
front of a non-descript brick building.  The driver hopped out
and opened her door.  Angie got out of the backseat of the town
car and staggered towards the front door of the building.  Angie
thought, “Man, it’s hard to walk on these three inch heels, never
mind the ‘roller coaster’ ride we had on the way here.”


The driver took her elbow and helped Angie up a short set of
stairs that led up to frosted glass double doors.  Angie saw a
brass plate to the left of the doors that read in Russian
“Devil’s Den”.


The driver opened the door for her with a smile.  Inside there
was a space of a few feet between the glass doors and a set of
sturdy looking solid wooden doors.  A buzz was heard and the
driver pulled one of the wooden doors open for Angie.  She moved
down a small set of wooden stairs into a dark, smoke-filled room.
 Angie’s ears were assaulted by very loud Russian heavy metal
music.  Note: at this point Teddy, who was on duty, turned down
the volume on the Angie’s speaker.  To her left were several men
and women sitting in front of a bar on stools.  To the right were
some tables, half of them empty and the rest with some men and
women sitting at them.  All of the men were wearing black leather
jackets with jeans and leather boots.  The women were all
dressed, or undressed, like whores and sluts.  They were wearing
corsets or tube-tops over short skirts or shorts and dark
stockings that led to outrageous fuck-me heels.


All eyes were on Angie as the driver led her to the back of the
club.  He was saying something to her, but the music drowned out
what he was saying.  He continued leading Angie deeper into the
club. As soon as they passed the speakers, the music volume fell
to a dull roar.  “… that’s all I have to tell you. Just do as I
told ‘ya and you’ll get along fine.”  Angie was about to tell the
driver, who probably had introduced himself, that she hadn’t
heard a thing.  Before she could, they were at Victor’s special
table.  The driver pulled a chair out for Angie.  She sat down
joining Victor as the driver walked to the bar.


Angie smiled at Victor as she sat down, but he wasn’t smiling. 
She was about to ask him why, but he cut him off. “You’re late;
don’t ever keep me waiting again.  I choose you to be my girl and
you must do what I say!”  Angie nodded as Victor read her the
‘riot-act’.  “You are OK, just be a good girl from now on.  Bring
the food!”  A harried looking waiter wearing a white coat brought
out two plates with a huge steak on each, rare of course, and
some buttered asparagus.  Note: Teddy had turned the speaker back
up and was able to listen to the pair chewing and making small
talk.


There was vodka after dinner, lots of vodka.  Angie didn’t, no
couldn’t, keep up with Victor.  She was three sheets to the wind,
while he appeared fresh.  “Drink, drink, didn’t Ivan talk to you
about being my girl?  I like my women to keep up with me,” Victor
stared into her blue eyes, in everything that I do.  Do you think
you are woman enough to be my woman?”  Angie nodded making large,
over-exaggerated head movements.  “Good, let us go.”  He helped
her up and led her out the back door to the club.  Ivan was
waiting with the town car.


The car sped back down the same route towards Angie’s apartment,
but this time slowing around the curves.  The ride would have
been much nicer for her, but she was kept very busy trying to
keep Victor’s tongue out of her ear and his hands off her body. 
Angie was reconsidering volunteering for this detail, “I hope we
get back to my apartment soon.  This guy is too ‘hands-on’ for
me.”


Note: It was 11:45 PM, fifteen minutes before Teddy was due to be
relieved by Skiff.  Teddy kept looking at his watch, he would
wait just five more minutes before he woke Skiff.  It was then
that the unfortunate happened; Teddy’s narcolepsy reared its ugly
head and he went into ‘lala land’.


Angie was glad when Victor’s car pulled up in the parking lot
next to her apartment.  She jumped out of the car even before the
wheels stopped rolling.  Victor was right behind her, taking her
arm in his.  “Let me walk you to the door, to thank you for your
wonderful company.”  Angie gave Victor a quick smile and let him
walk her to the door.  She didn’t know what to do and
instructions were not coming to her.


When they reached the door, Angie thanked Victor for a nice
dinner and evening.  Victor stood waiting as Angie unlocked the
door.  He looked like he was expecting something, so she asked,
“Would you like to come in for a night cap?”  Victor didn’t
answer; he just smiled and entered her tidy, but small apartment.
 As Angie shut the door behind her, she was stricken with the
finality of the hollow sound.  Angie wondered, “I feel all alone
here. Why aren’t they guiding me in what to do?  I remember that
if they don’t say anything it must be OK.”


“I just realized Victor, the only drink I have is some white
wine.  If you don’t want any then I don’t know what to give you.”
 Angie gasped; the look in Victor’s eyes told her just what he
wanted.  He moved closer to her, holding his eyes with hers. 
Angie retreated before Victor and tried to gain control.  “Now
Victor, it’s late.  I really need my beauty sleep.  Really
Victor, we’ve just met each other.  Please control yourself.”


“You ask me to control myself, after you have been teasing me
with your naked body all week?  You expect me to just go back and
go to sleep?  After you have teased me all night?”  Victor
followed Angie until he had her backed into a corner.  “You are
my girl, my woman!  You are here to take care of me, your
boyfriend, Victor Rostovitch!”  He grabbed her shoulders and
looked deep into her blue eyes.  His eyes were hard and
unrelenting.  Angie knew that Victor would get what he wanted. 
She let out a sigh, knowing that her future was sealed for the
time she was undercover.  Victor heard her sigh and knew it was a
signal to go ahead, not that he needed to wait for one.  He spun
her around and frog-marched her to the kitchen table.  Victor
bent Angie over the table and flipped her dress up.  He scowled
at her sheer white panties and ripped them from her body.  “Never
wear those again.  I want you to be always ready for me!”  Victor
unzipped his pants and plunged his hard cock deep into Angie’s
dry hole.  She screamed in pain, but he ignored her and swung his
hips, forcibly thrusting in and out of her.


Note: At this time another part of Teddy’s narcolepsy kicked in,
the hallucinations.  Teddy thought he was at the Kentucky Derby.
The race had just started; Teddy could hear the pounding as the
horses struggled around the track.  Then the scene changed.  It
was a pair of horses in a field, a mare and a stallion.  The
stallion was servicing the mare.  Teddy could hear the sounds of
raw sex, moaning and whinnying.


The pace of Victor’s thrusts steadied until the sounds of his
balls slapping Angie’s ass-cheeks was a constant sexual rhythm. 
She was becoming excited now that her juices had trickled into
her cunt making her experience less painful.  By the time Victor
was just reaching her stride, Angie was starting to hump back. 
“I knew you would like it; I always please my women.”  Angie
could feel Victor start to swell in her raw pussy.  He slammed
his rod forward and held it deep within her while it delivered
his hot spooge.  Victor seemed to be cumming and cumming.  Spurt
after spurt filled her tight cunt until the excess slid down her
torso to coat her rubbery, little pink nub and from there to drip
down her shaking leg.


Victor pulled his softening dick from her sopping folds and
sprayed a couple of spurts from a small, plastic atomizer into
his open mouth.  His hands gripped her shoulders tightly,
spinning her around and forcing her onto her knees.  “Quick, take
me into your mouth and suck me hard again.  I am not done
pleasing you.”


Angie took his slightly larger than average cock into her mouth
and began sucking.  To her amazement he began to grow harder
immediately.  Victor was probably in his mid thirties, he was
displaying an amazing recovery time.  Angie justified Viktor’s ,
“Well, he didn’t get me off yet, but he doesn’t waste any time
getting back into action.”


His clutching hands pulled her back to her feet once he was fully
hard again.  Victor spun Angie around once again and bent her
over the table.  His dick was coated with her slimy saliva, which
was good because he plunged it into her small asshole and
rocketed it all the way in.  Angie screamed in pain and Victor
began fucking her hard.  He was pulling his cock almost all the
way out and then slamming it back into her so hard that her tits
shook!  Victor had already climaxed once, so his cock was in no
hurry to spew.  Angie’s stretched butt-hole finally adjusted to
Victor’s rampaging cock and she was starting to enjoy the cyclic
action of his hard meat violating her cute little ass.  Victor
fucked her ass until she came, her cum spilling out from her cunt
and lubricating his thrusting rod.  They both came together,
enjoying his trip up the ‘Hershey Highway’.


Once Victor was done spurting his seed into Angie’s barren ass,
he pulled out.  He looked at his shrinking dick with disgust. 
Besides his spooge, it had streaks of fecal matter spread on his
shaft.  “Clean this off and make sure you are clean inside and
out when you are to be with me.  No, stay clean all of the time,
you never know when I’ll get that urge.”  Angie grabbed a kitchen
towel and wet it in the sink.  She cleaned his dick and then
dried his cock with a clean towel.  Angie tucked Victor’s dry
meat away and received a quick kiss on the forehead as he hurried
to leave.  “I’ll pick you up before lunch tomorrow and take you
out shopping.  “???? ?????? ???? ????????? (good night little
bitch).”


Angie stumbled to her bed, too tired and worn out to even change
her clothes.  She collapsed onto her bed, her last conscious
thought being, I’ll shower tomorrow.  Luckily Victor had slammed
her door, she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow and
her apartment wasn’t in the best of neighborhoods.


A sore Angie awoke the next morning.  She stumbled into the
shower.  No hot water!  Angie was awake after her cold shower,
but still sore.  She pulled on a summer dress and walked next
door to the 7-11.  Girding herself will a large coffee and a
pastry, she walked back home to wait for Victor.  Angie
remembered Victor’s instructions from the night before and headed
to the bathroom for a thorough douche and enema.  She barely had
enough time to thrown on some garish makeup before his car pulled
up with a screech.  Angie skipped out the door and slipped into
the backseat with Victor.  His tongue ravaged her open mouth; his
breath stale and strange tasting.  Ivan hit the gas and they were
off, hurtling to the mall.


The day shift was back on duty.  ‘California’ scanned the log of
last night’s events.  He couldn’t believe that Victor didn’t try
to put moves on the delicious Angie, but the night shift had only
reported dinner and drinks at Victor’s club.  ‘California’ knew
that being invited to the club meant that Angie was making
progress in the investigation.  He heard some strange sloshing
noises and made a note to ask her about them.


The black Lincoln Town Car sped toward the Beverly Center.  Once
they had arrived, Ivan dropped Victor and Angie off then went to
park the car.  They took the elevator to the seventh floor and
walked towards the middle of the mall.  Angie marveled at the
stylish mall.  It was Southern California's premier trendsetting
marketplace, featuring over one hundred fifty distinctive
specialty boutiques and restaurants.  Victor put his hand under
her chin and shut her astounded mouth.  Angie had heard of this
mall, many stars frequented it, but had never been here.


Victor steered Angie past Divine Boutique, Lacosta, several empty
shops and DKNY.  She admired the ladies fashions as she passed
those shops, then he stopped in front of Victoria’s Secret. 
“Find yourself some exciting clothes to wear, remember that you
will have no need for panties.  The more exotic the clothes the
better.  I have to pick a few business items up here.”  Angie
tried to watch Victor as she found some clothes for herself.  She
had made several trips to the checkout counter, dropping off
things, when she ran into him in the lingerie area.  It looked
like he was trying to corner the market.  Victor was grabbing
swaths of baby dolls, nighties, short-short silk robes, etc.  He
was keeping two attendants busy carting his choices to the
checkout counters.  Victor noticed Angie and said, “I’m just
shopping for my girls; help yourself before they are all gone.”


Angie picked out a few lingerie items and thought about what
Victor had said.  His girls, hmmm. I might be onto something. 
Angie walked up to the checkout and marveled at the many clothes
he was going to buy.  Victor didn’t bat an eye, he just handed a
clerk his American Express card and told her to have everything
sent to the pick-up area.  He then led his girlfriend next door
to Victoria’s Secret Beauty.  Angie picked out some fragrances
and beauty items she wanted and brought them to the counter. 
Victor at first tried to mimic her then finally shook his head. 
He went up to the counter and told the woman there to just add
twenty of every item to his purchases.  Victor watched while the
clerk tried to come to grips with what he had said, apparently
she was new.  Victor told her that all items were to go to the
pick-up area and that they had his American Express card next
door.


Victor then brought Angie down to Macy’s and had her pick out
some dresses, skirts and blouses that showed off her luscious
body.  Once the shopping was done he called the driver, who was
waiting in the garage, and told him to pick them up.  All of
their purchases barely fit in the trunk.  Victor then told Ivan
where to drive next in Russian, ??? ?????? ? Lynwood (The Hen
House in Lynwood).  After some city driving Angie noticed that
they had pulled into the parking lot of a local motel.


As Victor led Angie to the main room in the motel she could hear
women yelling Victor’s name along with some words in Russian. 
They walked into the main room where the women were congregating.
 They were all wearing bits of sexy underwear and clothes that
allowed easy access to their young bodies.  Some of them were
even naked or top-less.  None of the women appeared older than
twenty years old. Victor kept shooing them away as they would try
to get close to him.  Finally Ivan and some other men carried the
bags in and let the women go through them.


Victor turned to Angie and handed her a small box containing a
specially crafted chocolate.  “Enjoy this tasty morsel, all of my
women love my specialty Russian candies.  After you eat this
you’ll never want anything else.”  Angie unwrapped the box and
held the chocolate to her open mouth.  A couple of women started
fighting over a nightie, which distracted Victor.  He strode over
and hit both women on the head.  He ripped the nightie in half
and gave each of the two women a piece.  At the same time, Angie
bit into the chocolate.  It was frosted with some purple icing
that tasted terrible.  Seeing that Victor was distracted Angie
threw it away, not wanting to anger him, but also not wanting the
yucky candy.


Victor turned to see Angie licking her lips.  Viktor thought,
“She had eaten the tainted candy!  In a few minutes she will be
ready for me to program her thoughts to what I want them to be.”
Victor led Angie over to a threadbare couch and sat her down. 
Angie’s eyes were beginning to dilate due to the small bit of the
drug that she had ingested.  Victor waited a few minutes, then
stared into her wide open eyes and began to speak to her.  “You
are now mine and will do everything I tell you to do.  If you are
good, when I tire of you, I will get you a room here so you can
service my clients like these other whores I fly in from Russia
promising them a new life.  They do get a new life and a new job,
working in one of my brothels once they have eaten my chocolate
and been programmed like you.  Do you understand?”


Angie said, “Yes” not understanding exactly everything he had
said.  A Confused Angie thought, “Why would I need my own room, I
already have my own apartment?  Sometimes men are so confusing.”
Luckily ‘California’ got everything on tape, later he would run
by and check on Angie.  He hoped no permanent harm had been done
to her.  ‘California’ listened while Victor continued to speak
low to Angie, almost like he was talking to himself.


“You are a nice lay; I probably won’t get tired of you soon. 
It’s a shame that I only smuggle things into the US, you would be
good in the role.  I am so clever to think of the way I get the
heroin and diamonds in with my new Russian bitches.  Who else
would have thought to hide them in the tampons of menstruating
women?  I am too clever!”  ‘California’ wrote the information
down, as Victor kept babbling about how smart and strong he was.
Victor had Ivan carry Angie to the car.  Viktor mused, “She’ll
probably sleep until tomorrow, so I’ll have to resort to some of
my sluts to get me through the night.”  Angie was dropped off in
her apartment by Victor, who then hung out at his club.


‘California’ drove out to Angie’s place after work.  It was
against procedure, but he had to check on her.  Angie was asleep
when ‘California’ knocked on her door.  He was coddling her like
a mother hen, once she let him in.  ‘California’ was finally
satisfied that Angie was not harmed or brain washed.  After his
‘caring interrogation’, she could not get back to sleep.  Angie
was hungry, so she ordered a pizza to be delivered.  They shared
the pizza and conversation until the wee hours of the morning and
got to know each other better.  By the time ‘California’ left, he
had a crush on the undercover blonde bombshell.


Angie showed up at the beach the next morning at her usual time
to get her tan worked on.  Victor wasn’t there, but she got lots
of help putting on suntan oil from the Russian body builders. 
Angie went home after sunbathing, just in time to answer a phone
call from Victor.  He was taking her out to dinner that night, so
he wanted her to wear one of her sexy new outfits and be ready by
eight PM.


She waited outside her apartment tapping her right heel.  Angie
thought, “Where was he, he said eight PM and I’ve was out here
fifteen minutes early.  Now it’s ten after and still no word.” 
Angie spun around in a tight circle making her little black dress
making the hem fluff up into the air displaying her shaved pussy
to the world.  She realized what she was doing and flushed,
smoothing her dress down.


Just then Victor’s Town Car appeared beside her, slamming to a
halt.  The rear door swung open and Victor dragged her into the
car.  It started back up with squealing tires and jumped back
onto the street headed in the opposite direction.  They narrowly
missed be broad sided by a mini-van and hurtled through a red
light.  “Take it easy Ivan, I don’t want to be late, but I don’t
want to die either!”  Angie didn’t say anything while she sat
there, ‘California’ had explained that Victor would expect her to
be brainwashed.  Angie thought, “I don’t want to ruin the
undercover work I’ve done this far.”


The Town Car pulled up at Spago, a famous restaurant in LA. 
Attendants opened the doors and helped Victor and Angie out of
the car.  They were then escorted by a hostess to a group of men
sitting at a private table.  Victor sat down with Angie next to
him.  He greeted the other men, Angie kept her head down, acting
her role as a submissive slave, and so she didn’t really see the
men.  She could; however, hear the uproar at her presence.  “What
do you mean bring this skirt to our meeting?”  “Yeah, the
agreement was us alone.”  “I suppose that you’re packing some
heat, something else we agreed not to do!”


Victor appeared nonplussed, “Gentlemen, gentlemen.  I am not
breaking our agreement.  She is no longer a person, just a
brainless slut that I brought for entertainment.”  He turned to
address Angie.  “Angie, get under the table and please these
gentlemen.  Show them your oral talents.”  Angie was still
undercover, so she just played along and slipped under the table.


The first man started a bit as Angie unzipped him.  She gasped as
his black cock slipped out of his fly.  Soon sounds of oral
pleasure wafted out from under the table.  The meeting went on as
Angie gave the hoods each a fantastic blow-job; however, she
couldn’t hear the details of the meeting.  She hoped that the
mike was picking something useful up.


Angie finally scooted out from under the table and took her seat.
 Victor looked over at her.  “Good job… ????????? ???? (stupid
bitch), wipe your face. You think I want to be seen with some
messy cum slut?”  Angie wiped the cum off her face, then saw that
the men had eaten while she was busy under the table.  Angie
reasoned, “I guess Victor thought that since I was swallowing
their spooge, I didn’t need anything else to eat.”


The meeting was soon over.  Handshakes were exchanged between the
men and several of the strangers patted Angie on the head, like
she was some sort of pet.  Angie thought, ”To Victor and his
friends I AM a pet.  One to be used and then rewarded with a kind
word or a kind stroke on my fur, erm hair.  I just hope he
doesn’t decide I need a flea bath.”


Victor called Ivan on his cell phone, ordering the car to be
brought to the entrance.  The meeting apparently worked, nobody
tried to gun Victor down outside the restaurant.  As they rode
back towards Angie’s apartment, Victor ran his fingers through
her hair as he spoke to her.  “You did real good tonight pet.  I
needed to have a settlement with these other crime bosses and
your servicing them under the table helped to seal the deal, and
I promise there will be many more times when you will need to
help.  Don’t worry yourself about that; just know that we’re
going back to your place so I can reward you.


Ivan dropped them off at Angie’s door then went to park the car
and wait for Victor.  Ivan sighed; all he ever seemed to do was
drive and wait.  Victor practically ripped the dress off of Angie
as they entered her apartment.  He was so horny after the
meeting, between the possible danger of meeting with his rivals
and the thought of his pet sucking all of them to orgasm, he was
rock hard.  Victor started to bend Angie over the kitchen table,
but she danced out of his reach and headed to the bathroom.  “Be
right with you, I need to pee.”  Once in there with the door
closed Angie did pee, but she also put lubricant in her pussy and
ass-hole.  Angie thought, “I’ll be ready for his tricks tonight.”



Angie strutted up to Victor, ran a slender finger under his chin
and bent herself over the table.  “Be right with you pet, I’ve
got your reward right here.”  Victor took the atomizer out of his
pocket and shot a couple of out spurts into his mouth.  He put
the atomizer away and unzipped his fly.  Angie tensed as she her
Victor’s fly open.  She felt the head of his dick rubbing against
her full pussy lips.  Victor grabbed Angie’s hips and thrust his
hard shaft fully into Angie’s naturally dry, but lubricated cunt.
 He wasted no time, but began fucking her right away.


She gasped as he acted true to form and didn’t allow her to get
wet before he pounded her sex.  Angie thought, “I’m glad I
prepared for his brutal rutting.”  Angie was just getting used to
Victor’s constant pummeling when he suddenly jerked upright and
slammed his dick deep into her cunt.  She at first thought he was
cumming, but there was no rush of spooge and as a matter of fact
his cock felt like it was loosing its hardness.  Victor fell on
top of Angie.  Her breath rushed out of her as his entire weight
fell on her pressing her flat against the table.


Angie turned her head and saw Victor’s lifeless eyes staring at
her.  She screamed and tried to lift his dead body off of her. 
Angie screamed again, louder this time when she realized she was
trapped under the dead Russian mobster.  Ivan was the first one
that burst into Angie’s apartment.  He took one look and then
cursed in Russian.  Ivan pried Victor’s body from Angie then
gently set him on the floor.  “I knew this spray Viagra would end
up killing him.”  It was then that the uniformed cops from the
patrol car burst through the door.

- - - - -

Swirling the cum around in her mouth a couple of times, Angie
swallowed then pronounced, “.15, still not ready Jack.  Have a
seat and another cup of coffee.”  Angie turned to ‘California’
who was standing behind the bar.  “He’s not ready yet, hold onto
his keys.”  John, the big black retired sergeant, nodded his
understanding and took up a position in front of the decorative
key rack.


Soon after Angie’s undercover assignment was abruptly terminated,
Angie and ‘California’ left the police force and joined with
John, a newly retired sergeant, and opened up a strip club near
the beach.  The dancers were some of the Russian women that
Victor had brain washed.  They had been cured and went to work as
strippers for Angie and her partners.  The club was called ‘BAC’
and Angie tested all the men’s Blood Alcohol Content before they
got their keys back.  Angie tested the male customers the way she
had been trained.


© 2006 msboy8