[Insider] Undercover: Chapter 2 Alpha

Yes, I will be giving this series a proper name soon. And Yes the final Toxic Attraction Chapter 32 is out tomorrow. It's around 5,000 words longer than the previous version after everyone feedback.

I'm enjoying these shorter stories and I am digging Riley our undercover heroine. I have another short story I'm going to cook up on the side of whatever the next short story vote is.

Anyways, lets get to the fun stuff, shall we? Here is the alpha of this chapter, still full of grammar and other issues yet to be worked out. Fresh off the press of me writing the last sentence.

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“It’s going down,” Officer Lindstrom said quietly to the room as he peered through the camera’s viewfinder.

“Let me take a look,” Luke said as he put down the chinese take container and moved across the dark room to the window. A couple of other officers were set up, ready to capture any footage of the exchange. It was just past 4 a.m, right on schedule.

The abandoned warehosue gave them a great view of the entire port. Ever since Riley had provided them with the intel, they’d been camped out waiting for the ship to arrive. Luke’s heart stung thinking about his wife. That she was there, in the lions’ den and he couldn’t protect her. He missed her, and wanted nothing more than to hold her. But he knew why she took the under cover op. He just hoped she could put her emotions about her sister’s death aside and stay focused.

Undercover work wasn’t easy and she needed to keep her head on straight. These guys were sharks., and one slip up and she’d be the chum.

“You guys getting this?” Luke said into the mic on his lapel.

“Yep,” Berkawitz said over the channel. He was down on the street behind a chainlink fence. Most people would mistake him for a homless guy drunk and passed out but Berkawitz was set up in the perfect spot to catch the action from another angle. Hell, if being a cop didn’t work out, he should move out to Hollywood.

“We got the Hammer,” someone else said over the channel. Luke ‘The Hammer’ Donovan was one of Elias’ Monroe’s top lieutents and muscle. Luke snapped several pictures of the man and his crew as they got out of their vehicles and walked up the ship’s plank. A group of columbians were there waiting for them.

“Any IDs on these guys?” Luke whispered into his mic. The Hammer’s crew and the columbians shook hands and talked in low voices. They were too far out for any of Luke’s teams mics to pick up.

“Known members of the columbian gang in the city,” another voice came, “It’s weird they are doing business together.”

“Let’s just watch,” Luke said as he snapped more pictures. The Columbians opened a shipping crate on the deck of the ship. The Hammer and a few others went inside.

“Anyone got eyes on?” Luke asked.

“Negative,” a voice said on the radio. Several more negatives followed shortly after.

“Shit,” Luke said. The team waited. Eventually, The Hammer came back out and motioned for the rest of his team. The Columbians and The Hammer’s guys all came out of the shipping container carrying large wooden boxes. There was not hint as to what was inside, the only marking on them was a red circle stamped on the side.

“Drugs?” Someone said over the radio.

“Maybe,” Luke said, “Those boxes are long enough for guns too.”

“Do we move in?” Someone asked.

Luke sighed and watched. They could move in now, seize whatever is in these boxes and try and squeeze these guys. But they were all career criminals and probably wouldn’t snitch. If the boxes contained drugs or guns he could put them away for a long time and probably save a lot of lives in the process. But Riley had taken this assignment to take down her sister’s murderer Elias Monroe. Taking action now, wouldn’t get her that. And raiding this clandestine meeting could have blowback on her which he didn’t want to risk.

“No. We tail them. Keep recording everything. We’ll find out whats in those boxes and nail them later,” Luke said.

“You sure?” a voice came over the radio.

Luke gritted his teeth. Every instainct in his body told him to nail these guys, dead to rights here and now. But he held his team back, “This is part of a larger operation. We don’t want to show our hand yet.”

Luke and his team watched the Columbians and The Hammer’s crew load the wooden crates into waiting package vans.

“Any sign of Rico?” Luke said over the channel. A round of negatives echoed in his earpiece.

“Okay, ground team. Get ready to follow. Keep your distance and get ready to hand off to the others at your designated checkpoints,” Luke said as he watched the vans leave the port, “Bravo team keep an eye on the Columbians.”

Something big was happening in the city. In the still night air, Luke could feel the change in his gut. Monroe and the Columbians working together? As the city slept, a new status quo was emerging and Luke needed to find out what it was.

He needed to figure how deep this went and if anyone else was involved. He wouldn’t be able to do it alone. He’d need more resoures. The mayor ran on a tough on crime platform and wasn’t shy to open up the purse strings. Luke was sure the captain and the rest of the brass would be motivated to throw their weight behind this. Which, unforunately meant that his wife wasn’t going to get pulled out of her OP anytime soon.

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Riley gritted her teeth as she felt the man’s hand on the back of her bare thigh. She hated how much of her skin was exposed in the black little booty shorts the club made the girls wear. Riley finished putting the drinks on the table and stood back up straight.

The hand didn’t leave her skin. She looked down at the bald man with the gold tooth. Her skin crawled as he gave her a knowing smile. He didn’t recognize her but she reconigzed him. Luis Morales, a small time street level pusher who she’d hauled in a few times earlier in her career when she was a beat cop. The fact that this slimey, lowlife had his hands on her and was looking at her the way he was went against every moral fibre of her body.

She’d had the pleasure of throwing him to the concrete and over the hood of her cruiser before. Both of those memories made her instaincts scream to do the same now. But she smiled back at him with gritted teeth as he drew little circles on the back of thigh with his fingertips.

Riley strategically moved away from the table, ensuring that the little man couldn’t squeeze her ass. She hated working at the club but knew that her real job was important. Her handler had told her what Luke and his team had seen at the port with the Columbians. Everyone believed something big was happening and it was her intel that had blown this case wide open. The mayor had taken a special interest in the case and more resources had flowed into the department, giving them more teams to run surviellence and potentially even get other other officers undercover.

The handler had told her about the wooden crates that were marked with the red circles. She’d be on the lookout for them to see if she could discover their contents. It was unlikely she’d ever come across them at the club but she’d keep her eyes out.

Riley made her way back to the bar where the The Toad was seated having a drink. When the bartender moved away to help a customer, Riley said in a low voice, “Switch me tables. Those guys are pigs.”

“No can do,” The Toad said, sipping his drink without looking at her, “You were specialiy requested. You’re getting quite popular.”

“Switch me,” Riley said angrily without showing it on her face. She wiped the counter with a bar towel and flashed a glance at The Toad. “I’m not letting these little creeps keep touching me.”

“It’s part of the job toots,” The Toad chuckled and his jowles jiggeled. Riley felt her disgust for the man in front of her deep in her bones. It took everything she had not to scowl at the short, ugly man in front of her.

In a low voice she whispered, “Part of my job is putting shitstains like you away for a long time. Don’t forget what we have on you. If I say the word, Officer Walker will pull you in and this is all over.”

A shit eating grin spead over the Toad’s face, “Walker huh? I just heard from him.”

Riley’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of her husband. She felt a pang of jealously towards the man in front of her, that he’d been in contact with Luke while she hadn’t. She kept her poker face but felt it threatening to falter.

“What did he say?” Riley asked as she looked backed a leering Luis Morales. This time her poker face dropped and a look of disgust curled onto her face.

The Toad gave her a side eye as he downed the last of his drink, “This ain’t a good place to chat.”

He turned away from her, seemingly ending the conversation to look out over the crowd of people in the club. Riley’s heart skipped a beat. She wanted to know what her husband had said, her handler hadn’t mentioned anything to her about him contacting The Toad.

An idea struck her and she felt her stomach twist. She could press The Toad and get him to bring her back to the office. The office where she had fallen to her knees before Rico and taken him in her mouth. Goosebumps spread onto her bare arms at the thought. She hadn’t expected that to happen. She hadn’t wanted it to happen. She was ashamed with what she had done and how her body had reacted to it. It was the one thought she kept burying deep and promising herself not to think about.

But Rico wasn’t in the club tonight. And she could hanlde a lowlife like The Toad. She’d been in the box with plently of men scarier and more intdimating than a low level goon like him. She’d sweated confessions out of serial killers and dozens of other degenerate criminals.

Riley pushed off the bar and walked around The Toad, into his line of sight, “Let’s talk in your office.”

The Toad eyed her suspiciously. She wanted to get back there for a long time. To see what else she could find. Maybe even look in another room, but she hadn’t had the chance. Now she could.

“It wasn’t a request,” Riley said in a low, sweet voice. Anyone watching would mistake it for her trying to sweet talk her boss.

A scowl formed on The Toad’s face, “Fine.”

The heavy set man hefted himself up from his seat at the bar. Without another glance at Riley, he lead the way to the door at the back of the club and pushed it open. The bouncer at the door gave them a nod and went back to scanning the club.

The door sung back and almost hit Riley in the face before she caught it.

“Such a gentlemen,” Riley mumbled and followed The Toad through the dimly lit hallways until they reached his small, cramped off in the back. Riley felt the hair on the back of her neck stiffen when she saw the couch where Rico had sat. She tore her eyes from the couch and scanned the rest of the room. It was exactly as it had been before, a large desk took up most of the room, piled with papers and other documents.

“You should really clean this place up,” Riley closed the door behind her and ran her finger along a shelf. It came back coverdd in dust.

The Toad grunted and plopped himself down in the big chair behind the desk, “Whatever.”

Riley stepped further into the room, deliberatly putting her back to the couch. She crossed her arms and stared down at the man seated at the desk. It was comical how quickly people like The Toad seeked out the comfort of a seat. This is how she prefered doing her interrogations anyways, with the suspect seated and her standing over them.

It was not-so subtle technique she had picked up early on in her career but it still worked. She liked making men like The Toad and other criminals sweat.

“So,” Riley said putting away her waitress personal and adopting her police mentality, “What did Officer Walker want.”

The Toad shrugged and swiveled in his chair, “He signalled me for a meet. Wants an update on whats going on at the club. Very hush hush about it.”

“Hush, Hush?” Riley narrowed her eyes, “Explain.”

“Wells usally I reach out,” The Toad said putitng his hands behind his head, his heft gut pressing against the desk. Riley didn’t hid the disgust on her face any longer and gave him a scowl. The Toad seemed to find that amusing and chuckled, “This time he sent me a text from a burner.”

“A burner? How do you know its him? It could be someone on the crew trying to trap you,” Riley’s heart started beating. If someone in Elia’s Monroe’s crew was trying to trap The Toad, she could be in danger.

The Toad waved her off, “It was him, alright? I’m sure.”

“How can you be sure?” Riley asked as she eyed the closed door suspiciously. She was wondering whether she needed to be ready for some thugs to come crashing through it.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” The Toad chuckle, “ He gave me the signal.”

“What’s the signal?” Riley asked. She knew that her husband would sometimes have codewords or other things like it with his confidental informants. It was helpful if he couldn’t make a meet or send someone else to pick one of them up. The officer could say the word and the informant would know they were trustworthy and that Luke had send them.

“Fine,” Riley rolled her eyes and eyed the door again. So her husband wanted to meet with The Toad. Big deal. There wasn’t anything useful for her here. Maybe she could look through his desk or go peek into one of the other backrooms. Maybe find one of those wooden crates with the red circle.

“Yep,” The Toad said, “He wants and update on the club and our newest waitress.”

Riley shifted uncomfortably as The Toad eyed her. The ugly, greasy man continued, “I honeslty think he’s sweet on ya. Sounds like he wants to make sure you’re okay.” The toad looked at the gaudy gold watch on his hairy wrist, “I’m supposed to meet him in two hours. Give him a full ‘debriefing’ on you.”

The Toad used mock air quotes when he said debriefing, “He’s gonna be real surprised when I tell him everything.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” Riley felt herself falter. She tried to keep up her impassive felt but face it slipping.

“Oh I don’t know about that,” The Toad chuckled, “You’re a hell of a waitress. You always get the big tips.”

Riley didn’t say anything but stared daggers at The Toad. She felt the pendgalim of the conversation swinging back towards The Toad.

“I’m sure he’ll be interested in hearing about how you let guys like Luis Morales grope you every night. And how impressed we here at the sidecar have been with you. I’ll make to tell him how blown away Rico was with you,” The Toad sneered.

<i>Fuck.</i>

Riley’s heart started beating loudly in her chest. This small, two-bit weasel of a man had seen her on her knees with Rico’s cock out in this very room. Why had she pushed to come back here with him? She should have just let sleeping dogs lie.

But how would Luke reacted if this pig told him about her and Rico? Things happened while undercover but not like this. She shouldn’t have done what she did. And she shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as she did.

She couldn’t let her husband find out about it from the mouth of his fuckwad. She wanted to tell him herself. To have a long conversation about it. To explain it. She needed him to understand, not just be callously told by The Toad.

How would Luke react? He might spiral out and mess up his operation. Or fight to have her pulled out, derailing his career. And despite everything, Riley didn’t want to be pulled out. She was closer than she ever had been to taking down her sister’s killer, Elias Monroe. She couldn’t leave.

Riley just pictured walking into the station after the Captain pulled some strings and had her reassigned from Undercover. To the leers and jeers from the other officiers. The ones who already undressed her with their eyes and said lewd things behind her back. The way they would look at her and talk about her if they knew what she had done undercovef. What she had done with a lowlife like Rico.

Riley steeled her nerves, “He doesn’t need to know about anythimg.”

“Sure he does,” The Toad laughed quietly, “I have to tell him everything.”

“No,” Riley said sternly, “You don’t.”

“Ummmm, yeah I kind of do,” The Toad said, “Its part of my whole deal with Detective Walker, ya know? I’m a bag guy, he’s a good guy. I tell him what he wants to know so I stay out of jail. Thats kind of how it works.”

“I’m just….” Riley tried to find the right words. She hadn’t expected this from The Toad. To be entraped by him like this. She desperately tried to find a way out but nothing was coming to her, “just don’t tell him about what happened in here last time.”

“You want me to lie!? To the police?” The Toad said putting his hand over his heart and looking at her with mock shock, “This puts me in a very difficult situation. Like you pointed out before, there is plenty of evidence on a shitstain like me to put me away for a long time. If I don’t cooperate with the cops, they’ll throw me in prision.”

“I’m the lead officier here,” Riley said as her voice faltered, “You’ll do what I say. Luke isn’t on the inside. I make the tactical decisions on what details are shared.”

“Luke huh?” The Toad grinned and looked at his nails, “Thats swell and all but I’ve been under ‘Luke’s’ thumb for years. I think its best that I cooperate in full.”

Riley gritted her teeth and her skin crawled. She looked at the door, now almost hoping for a group of thugs to kick it in. She knew was was happening. What the inveitable conclusion was. Unless someone came in and saved her from her fate.

“Unless….” Toad sneered as his eyes blatently looked her up and down, “We come to some understanding.”

“What happened to being a good little snitch?” Riley fired back.

The Toad cocked his head and shrugged, “I’m also a businessman. I like making deals.”

“What kind of deal?” Riley spat.

“The kind that ends with little officier McSexy here,” The Toad said gesturing to her with a hungry grin, “Swallowing my load tonight.”

“You’re a pig,” Riley said meeting the man’s eyes before looking away.

She could feel the grin on his face without looking at it. She hadn’t said no. They both understood that.

“Take off your top. Its far too tight anyways,” The Toad said eyeing her. Riley looked down at the tight black tank top she had on. At the way her push up bra put her soft, white breasts on display like the other waitresses.

Riley hesitated as her mind raced for options. For some way out of this or some way to back this piece of shit back down. The Toad made a show of opening his phone and pulling up a contact’s details.

“Ah here if Detective Walker, Luke’s burner phone. Hope abouts I call it?” The Toad grinned, his finger hovering over the call button.

Riley let out a long sigh and grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up over head head, revealing the sexy, lacy black bra she had on underneth. She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Thats what dreams are made outta,” The Toad breathed and swiveled to the side in his chair, “Why don’t you come over here and get more comfortable?”

Riley felt her breasts rise and fall with each tentative step she took towards the criminal in front of her. This office was too small and cramped, before she knew it she was standing behind the desk in front of him. He smiled up in victory at her, his fat gut sticking out.

“Look at me,” the greasy man said.

Riley locked eyes with the small man. Burning defiance radiating from her.

“Heh. I like that fight in yours eyes. It’s gonna make this so much better,” The Toad smirked, his leering gaze running over her exposed chest. “Now, now. Move those arms. Let me see the girls.”

Riley felt her blood boiling but dropped her arms to her side. The Toad sucked in a breath and let out a whistle.

“I can see why you get all the tips,” The Toad said as he awkwardly scootched his chair forward until his face was at eye level with her heavy breasts.

“Lose the bra. Let those melons loose,” The Toad. His crude words made her involuntarily shiver. She wanted nothing more than to punch this small man in the face. Maybe she could knock him out and then discovered the silver bullet to taking down Monroe’s criminal empire. Who was she kidding? The only way for her to do that and to get justice for Karen’s death was to stick this out and see it through.

Riley reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders onto the floor.

“Jesus Christ,” The Toad muttered as she stared up at Riley’s exposed breasts in amazmenet. He just stared at them for several seconds before he regained his compusre and smirked at her, “These are the first pair of cop tits I’ve ever seen. They’re magnificant.”

Riley didn’t respond. Her anger spirled inside of her like an unontrollable storm. But deep down she felt something that horrified her. It was the same feeling she felt in this room with Rico and the faint feeling she’d sometimes feel when she worked the club floor. She tried to ignore it but it was rising inside of her, threatening to quell the storm of anger.

Standing her, half naked and exposed to this lowlife criminal. Someone who she held in utter contempt. A man her husband had worked as a CI for years. She felt a thrill course through her body. His hungry eyes on her. His criminal eyes on her body.

Her body that was an instrument of the law. Being perverted and exposed to a seedy man like this. It shouldn’t happen. It should never happen. And yet, here she was, on display for him. Her breathing was growing quicker as she felt her body heating up. She tried to ignore the dampness she felt between her legs. This was too much for her to handle.

“Mhmmm I wonder how they taste,” The Toad mumbled. Riley’s eyes widened as she saw the criminals’ fat tongue stick out of his mouth. His head pushed forward towards her naked breasts. Arousal and revolusions churned in her gut but she couldn’t look away. His wet, slick tongue touched the naked skin of her breast, making her shudder. It licked up the side of her breasts, leaving a trail of goosbumps in its wake.

Riley bit her lip to surpress a weak moan from escaping. She wouldn’t moan for this moan. She couldn’t give him the satistifcation. Riley’s skin crawled as this lowlife her husband held in utter contempt lapped at her married, naked breasts. She couldn’t believe she was here, in this dingy office again letting a bottom feeder like Tommy ‘The Toad’ taste her.

The fat man scooted forward as his calloused tongue ran over her flesh. Riley balled her hands into fists as her fight or flight instincts battled inside of her. She wanted to run, leave this office, leave this club and never come back. But her fight instincts wanted her to let his disgusting man continue to taste her. To devour her.

His gut pressed against her thights and the unshaved stubble on his face taunted the sensitive skin between her breasts. Riley fought the urge to thrust her breats forward into his waiting mouth. She closed her eyes tight, hoping that he would stop while desperately pleading that he wouldn’t.

The fat man’s thick tongue dragged down her breast until it flicked over her exposed nipple.

“Mhmm,” the moan escaped her throat and she felt mortified. The Toad lightly chuckled, his hands coming up to his thighs stil covered by her black booty shorts. He grabbed her tighty and his tongue flicked over her exposed nipple again. Riley’s body shuddered.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple while while finger tips grazed the bottom of her ass cheeks. Riley’s mind was in turmoil. Everything about this was wrong. Her training told her so. But her body was responding to him. Maybe it was some kind of fucked up Stokholm Syndrome thing but she couldn’t walk out of the room, even if she wanted to.

The Toad’s fat tongue brushed to her other breasts and flicked that nipple.

“Uhh,” Riley grunted as her chest involunatily pushed out into the ugly man’s waiting mouth. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and then closed his mouth on it. Riley gasped as the lowlife started to suck her nipple while his tongue continued to dance over it.

His hairy paw came up and gropped her other breast, roughly massaging it. His thumb pushed into her nipple, rubbing and toying with it. Riley couldn’t breath. He was making her gasp for breath. His other hand found her perfect bubble but and was kneading it through his black booty shorts.

Riley bit her lips trying to stiffle any more sound from coming out. Her hands were still balled into firsts at her sides, even as her backed her breasts forward towards The The toad and he gropped her ass hard. He was grabbed her ass so hard that he was pulling her pussy forward against his chest.

She could feel the material of the shorts and her panties rubbing up against his saggy chest. All of it together, gently teased her swollen clit making her eyes roll back in her head.

This was all happening too fast. She shouldn’t be here yet she couldn’t leave. For the second time in less than a week she found her knees week and her body becoming putty in the hands of a lowlife gangster.

The Toad may be a degenate, two bit criminal but he knew his way around a woman’s body. His tongue and hands were making her go crazy. Riley felt her balled up fists weaken. The Toad sucked her nipple hard and Riley pushed her chest forward to meet it. His hand kept her ass in place and she lost her balance for a split second. A split second long enough for her to reach out and steady herself on the closet thing to her.

Her hand grasped the back of The Toad’s head, her fingers running through his thinning hair. She couldn’t hold back anymore, she pulled the man’s head into her breasts, desperate for him to keep sucking her nipple. To roughly fondle her breasts. To give her what she needed. God, she was so fucking horny. She wished she was back home with Luke but instead she was here with this fucking creep. And she was loving every second of it so far.

The Toad’s disgusting, fat tongue lapped at her breasts, alternating between slobbering on them and sucking on her nipples. His fat face switched between breasts as he used both hands to grope them, pushing them against his fat face. His stubble was driving Riley crazy as he feasted on her ample breasts. Her hands ran through his hair, pulling his face into her chest. She threw her head back, getting completely lost in the moment.

Her hips pushed forward against his body, grinding her panty and short covered clit against him. Just as the felt herself ready to lose control, Tommy pulled his gapping maw back and licked his lips, a crazed desperate look in his eyes.

He stared up at her hungrily, his jowls shaking. His dirty hands went up her breasts until they grabbed both shoulders and pulled her down. Riley wasn’t ready for that. Her instincts told her to grab his wrists and twist to the side to get him off of her but her knees buckled instead.

Part of her brain screamed not to let him control the situation. You never let the perp control the interview but she knew what he wanted just by the hungry look in his eyes. She bent and her knees sagged into the dirty unwashed office carpet.

<i>How did I get here?</i>

The small man loomed large over Riley. She felt so exposed in front of this degenerate, so small yet her panties were soaked. From her angle, his jowls pushed in making it look like he had three chins. Hunger blazed in his eyes as he looked down at her.

“Take it out Officier Riley,” The Toad croaked, “It’s time to put in some extra work like you did last week.”

Riley’s mind raced as she tried to calm herself down and get control of herself. But the way he just demanded that of her, like there wasn’t any room for negoation. It struck something inside of her. Every interrogation she had been on, she had been in control but now it felt like the script flipped and she found her hands unbuckling the The Toad’s pants and watching in half horror, half fascinaton as he struggled out of his pants and boxers.

The fattest, ugliest cock she had ever seen sprang out in front of her surrounded by a jungle of dense, coarse pubic hair. Riley felt her mouth begin to water as he eyes locked on the impressive cock. Her head swam. She knew she needed to get out of there. That this wasn’t right and she could push back on this CI who was putting an officier in a comprimising position.

But she couldn’t let Luke know. Couldn’t let him know that she sucked a criminals cock and was about to suck another one.

“Don’t be shy,” The Toad chuckled making his jowels shake, “It’s time to start the interrogation.”

With that, Tommy The Toad reached forward and ran a hand through her hair before gripping the back of her heand and pulling her forward. She could resist. She could stop it. She could slip his hold if she wanted to. She didn’t do anything of those things. Instead she rose up on her knees as the ugly cock grew closer. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth just as the dripping tip of his cock met her lips.

“Mhmmff.” Riley moaned as the ugly cock head spread her lips and disappeared into her mouth. She winced as it’s girth stretched her lips wide and the dirty cock pressed against her tongue. He tasted bitter, that registered in her brain, but her body didn’t care. As The Toad shoved more and more of his fat cock into her mouth, Riley’s body grew hotter and hotter. Her naked, heaving breasts rose and fell faster and she struggled to breath around his cock.

The Toad’s other hands found the back of her head and he bunched her hair up in a tight ponytail. Without warning he pulled her head back until just the tip of his cock was in her mouth and then pulled her head forward until the tip hit the back of her throat.

Riley gagged, her hands going up to the fat man’s stomach and thighs trying to steady herself. Tommy The Toad did it again. Then again, forcing his cock into her mouth. Fucking her face like she was one of the two bit whores that hung around the criminal enterprise.

It wasn’t lost on Riley how soaked her panties were. Something was wrong with her for her body to rrespond like this.

“Mhmmhmm,gggmhmmhmm,” Riley moaned and partially gagged on The Toad’s cock. He was treating her rougher than she’d ever experienced before. Luke was never like this. He was also so considerate in their lovemaking. The Toad didn’t seem to give a shit and looked at her as some fucked up conquest. Riley moaned around his cock again at the thought.

The Toad slumped back in his chair and let go of her hair. He was panting at exerting himself. Riley took a second to breath, she pulled her face off his cock and wiped the spit off her mouth. At some point, her other hand had found its way to his shaft and was holding it.

Riley just stared at his cock and them up at the ugly man’s face flanked by fat rolls. She couldn’t fathom how she had found herself her kneeling before him. Her hand squeezed and stroked up and down his shaft causing the fat man to suck in a sharp breath.

“I knew it,” The Toad croaked.

Riley looked up at his suspiciously as she kept stroking his cock, “Knew what?”

“That lady cops suck the best dick,” The Toad chuckled, “I knew you all got off on throwing us honest businessmen around. I always wondered what it’d be like to get one of ya alone.”

“Fuck,” Riley broke eye contact. The way he was talking to her was so demeaning. And he was right. She did get off on taking down a male criminal and locking him up. It wasn’t a sexual thing, more just confirmation of her own abilities. That she could hang with the guys. But somehow she was still here, with a criminal’s cock in her hand, “Just shut up. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

“Oh you’ve made it plently hard already,” The Toad chuckled as he flexed his cock. A drip of his white precum leaked out of the head.

Riley leaned forward and leaked the cum from the head of his cock. She licked it clean before leaning back, realizing what she’d done. She looked up at The Toad who had a shit eating grin on his face.

“I wonder what old officer Walker would think of this,” The Toad smiled putting his hands behind his head, “Seeing his undercover asset sucking off his CI. Pretty fucked up, don’t ya think?”

<i>Really fucked up.</i> Riley felt her cheeks blush at the man’s crude words. Not only would it be mortifiying for a colleague to see her like this, but her own husband. She wasn’t sure how Luke would react. He’d probably fly off the handle and kill The Toad. She knew that her husband’s relationship with the man would be forever changed if he found out. She’d have to tell him. She would tell him, just once they put Elias Monro behind bars the OP was over.

Her trainer’s had warned her that somtimes things got messy undercover. That lines were crossed and the world was more grey than black and white.

“What about the other boy in blue? I wonder what they’d think of you blowing a criminal,” The Toad mumbled, “They’d probably get real jealous and run a train on ya in the changing room.”

Riley couldn’t hid the disgust in her face. The idea of her collegues doing that made her stomach turn. Just the idea off men like Captain hunt or assholes like detective Sullivan trying anything with her made her skin crawl. But the idea of them knowing, seeing her doing something like this with a man like The Toad made her panties wetter than before.

She wasn’t sure what was going on with her. She’d need to talk to the department shrink about this once she was done the OP. There was something fucked up about this situation that was triggering something for her and clouding her judgement.

“Just shut the fuck up and let me suck your cock you ugly bastard,” Riley commanded and lowered her head back down, taking The Toad’s fat cock back into her mouth. She squeezed him with her hand while she sucked it with her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down on the fat cock as The Toad groaned in pleasure. Her other hand’s found his balls through the dense jungle of public hair and she started massaging them.

As much as she wanted to get this over with, she needed him to cum. The Toad didn’t say a word as she sucked him. She’d succeded in shutting the man up. She could hear his weazing breathing and moans of pleasure which both disgusted her and sent a sharp thrill through her body.

The Toad grunted and shuffled in his seat. Riley never let go of his cock and kept her mouth firmly wrapped around it, letting out the occassional moan, “Mhmmm.”

The Toad moved his legs and she felt one of his knees pressing against her bar breasts. She ignored it as she straight out his leg and stuck it between her thighs. His shin pressed against her pussy as she moved back and forth, nodding her head sucking his cock.

While sucking him his cock using her full body to do so, her pussy started rubbing up and down his chin. She didn’t stop but inadvertdly began grinding herself onto the man. It felt so fucking good. To have some kind of outlet to help her with how pent up and horney she was feeling.

“Ughgggghhhh fuck yeah,” The Toad moaned from above her. Riley couldn’t stop. She just alternated hands as she stroked his cock and massaged his balls. Her spit coated his shaft and dribbed down into his coarse pubic hair. The Toad made more unattractive, throaty sounds that only emboldened Riley and made her double her efforts.

As she did her body was grinding itself faster and faster on The Toad’s fat shin. She couldn’t help herself and she couldn’t help the soft moans the escaped her lips.

“Mhmmhmmhm. Mhmhmhmhmmm,” Riley moaned around The Toad’s fat cock. The office was filled with sounds of wet, slurpping and their combined moans. It was like they were making some fucked up music together like dueling pianists.

The Toad’s breaths were coming closer and closer together. She knew it wouldn’t be long before the fat man exploded. She her face off his cock and gave him a hard look.

“Are you gonna cum?” She demanded, her interrogation voice coming out.

“Fuck yes,” The Toad groaned, thrusting his hips up off the chair to meet her stroking hand. Riley looked down at his cock pistoning in and out of her closed fist before staring daggers up at him.

In the same commanding voice she would use to break criminal like him she said, “Cum them. Cum right now. Do it. Cum.”

“Put your mouth back on it,” The Toad grunted, trying desperately to thrust his cock at her face.

Riley just chuckled and shook her head, “No way. I never said I was gonna let you do that.”

“Then I’m gonna paint your face with it,” The Toad grunted grabbing a handful of her hair, “And your undercover work is gonna get a whole hell of a lot harder when everyone in the club sees you walk back out there with cum on your face. Everyone is gonna know you’re open for business.”

“Fuck you,” Riley spat. She hated him. And she hated how much she loved every second of being in this position. She hated how much it turned her on that he was argumentative when she used her interrogation voice. She hated how much she wanted to put her watering mouth back on his fat cock. She hated how she had still been grinding her pussy on his shin through their entire argument and could feel it throbbing.

She gave him one final glare before lowering her head and opening her mouth wide for his cock again. The Toad grunted as his fat cock pressed against the back of her throat.

“Mhmhmm,” Riley moaned around his cock. It felt so big inside her mouth. So large and full. She hated how much she loved the feeling. Her body was rocking back and forth as she rubbed her clit on his leg.

It was feeling good. Too fucking good. She clamped her thighs down around his calf and moaned around his cock as her clit throbbed. Up and down, up and down, she was working herself up. No, The Toad was working her up.

A piece of shit, low level CI was about to make her cum in a dingy office in the back of the cities most notorious club. Riley’s body felt like it was about to burst into flame. The need in her pussy was overwhelming. She ground herself on his leg faster and faster and she sucked his cock furiously.

She sloppily sucked it as more spit ran down his shaft, meeting her pumping hand. The Toad groaned above her and she felt his balls heave, the veins in his shaft beginning the throb in her hand.

Riley pushed her pussy and clit down on his leg as he own body started to tingle. She felt The Toad’s cockhead swell and a warm, sticky shot of his cum blasted into the back of throat. As it hit and coated her mouth she instinvely swallowed it.

Just as the horror and realization of what she had done occured to her, her orgasm exploded inside of her. It washed over her body, radiating out from her crotch. She could feel her heart beating in her ears.

“MMMMMMMMMHHHHMMMMMHMMMMMMMM,” Riley moaned as another bitter load of cum blasted into her mouth, ramping up her orgasm as it lit every nerve in her body on fire. Her eyes were clamped closed and she was seeing stars as rope after thick rope of The Toad’s cum exploded into her mouth. Part of her screamed to stop but she just kept swallowing his bitter batter without questioning it. She needed it.

“FUCKING A,” The Toad grunted as he emptied an entire ballsack of cum into Officier Riley’s mouth.

“Mhm. Mhm. Mhm,” Riley’s rubbing of herself against The Toad’s shaft slowed. Everything tingled as the last dribbles of cum leaked out onto her tongue. Slowly Riley pulled her mouth of The Toad’s fat cock and fell back onto her knees, staring at it. She unconciously stroked it a few more times trying to tease out any more cum before she realized what she was doing.

Riley pulled her hand back and looked at it in disgust. It was coated with her own saliva and a copious amount of The Toad’s illicit seed. She looked back up at the fat man whose eyes were closed as if he were on the verge of sleep.

<i>What the fuck did I just do?</i> Riley stood up and wiped her hand off on a stack of papers. She quickly grabbed her bra and put it back on before searching for her tank top.

The Toad watched her with a half open eye and shit eating grin on his face.

“I made a cop cum,” The Toad chuckled to himself, “God I can’t wait until the next time we do this.”

Riley found her tank top and pulled it on over her head, “There isn’t going to be a next time asshole.”

“Come on,” The Toad put his hands up defensively, “Its one of the perks of the job, ain’t it? Think of it as a meal stipen.”

“Fuck off,” Riley said before turning away from him and heading towards the door. She needed to get out there. Away from him. She needed to think. Why had she given in to him so easily? Why hadn’t she found another way to deal with him?

“Oh yeah,” The Toad said as she threw open the door. She caught sight of herself in the glass and winced at how messy her make up and hair were. She’d need to fix those as much as she could before going out on the floor.

“The new girl. The asian one. Michelle,” The Toad croaked. She didn’t wait for him to finish and started walking away.

“Show her the ropes, shes your new new trainee,” The Toad shouted after her.

Riley walked away as fast as her feet would carry her.

***

The Toad said back in his chair and smiled to himself. His little gamble had paid off. He wouldn’t be able to wipe the stupid grin off his face for the next week. He watched the security monitor as Riley exited back into the club and made a beeline for the washrooms.

He’d just had his cock sucked by a police officier. By one of tne of the sexiest lady cops in the city. And the best part was that he hadn’t even been contacted by Officier Walker. Even if he had been, there was no way he was gonna snitch about something that went on in the back here. Especially when it concerned Rico. He didn’t have a fucking death wish.

The Toad kicked up his short legs onto the chair and put his hands behind his head. Overall, this whole undercover waitress thing was turning out to be a lot more fun than he ever dreamed it out be. He couldn’t wait for Riley’s next shift.