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A masked man jumped out of her closet and tried to overpower her. Getting into a fight in her own bedroom was the last thing she had expected after a late night session at the gym. But it was happening. Her nightmare had come true.
The man had a syringe in hand, ready to inject her, but what the attacker didn’t know was that Detective Catalina Rios was a legitimate purple belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. She was able to control the attacker’s arm and maintain balance before throwing a devastating knee strike to the attacker’s gut.
Normally this would have ended it, but this was not a normal subduing of an attacker. She ordinarily would have gone for a choke or an armlock, if not for the syringe in the man’s hand. The man was big and strong and put up a hell of a fight, despite the knee strike. Catalina was in her workout clothes and needed every ounce of energy in both arms to keep the needle away from her skin.
One wrong move and she’d be in a world of trouble. When the man started to recover and was powering his way up, Catalina used her long leg to press against the man’s throat. All she wanted to do was choke him and she was blessed with a flexible figure.
The man gurgled, but she was relentless. She was used to fighting with men in her BJJ classes. Sure, they’d take it easy on her, but she always asked for bigger men to go hard, so she’d know how it would feel, in case…
Eventually the man was being choked so hard that he dropped the syringe and his eyes bulged and his mouth gurgled with saliva, but he didn’t stop. Men like this were well paid and failure was never an option.
“Stop!” the detective shouted. “Stop resisting!”
The man’s eyes said it all. There would be no quitting. This was to the death.
Making a quick maneuver, Catalina postured her body on the stranger’s chest. In a move that would make her instructor proud, she threw her legs around the man’s neck and shoulder, applying a tight triangle choke.
However, the man was equally as relentless and Catalina found herself on the floor, laying on her back, but thankfully her legs were strong enough to maintain the choke.
She could see the fire and fury in the man’s eyes as they looked at each other during the struggle. This was, without a doubt, the closest Catalina had ever come to death, and she had been shot at before.
The man was gurgling badly, but he made one last effort to escape. With all his might, he attempted to lift her off the ground. She was going to be slammed unconscious, and that would be that.
So she quickly grabbed the syringe off the floor and stabbed it into the man’s shoulder. She pushed the liquid into him.
And like that, the man’s body became lifeless.
***
It was December 30, 2019, and just two days away, a slew of new laws would take effect on January 1st, which would make certain people very rich men. It was all there, new zoning laws (the critical sources of money and power), shady investors waiting in the shadows, along with loose affiliations with organized crime.
More importantly, there was going to be a new law signed by the governor which would curtail law enforcement’s ability to investigate particular financial records. It would mean that there’d be no way to prove any type of criminal conspiracy when the investigation reaches that stage, thanks to crooked politicians taking advantage of a novice governor.
When these new laws go into effect at the start of the new year, they’d be millionaires and mob elements would be able to flourish with their injection of hard cash.
Detective Catalina Rios, simply put, was a liability.
Laying on the ground with beads of sweat across her body, she looked over to her desk and saw a device attached to her opened computer. The man was either trying to bug her computer or hack into her files, and she had come home earlier than expected, making the man switch to a more dangerous Plan B.
She kicked the lifeless man away and she sat on her bed. She knew these men were dangerous, but now a forbidden line was crossed.
Her hands were shaking, and as she gathered her thoughts, a few things became clear.
1. These men were ruthless and resourceful.
2. The investigation would effectively be over on January 1st when new privacy and civil laws were enacted.
3. Reporting this attack would only take her off the case. This was personal now and there was no way in hell she’d want to be removed.
4. There was only one man she could rely on, both for the body in her bedroom, and for the information she’d need.
As a detective who always played things by the book, she now had no choice but to get her hands dirty. She didn’t like the idea. She didn’t want to do it. And she knew she’d be unleashing events beyond her control.
But sometimes a woman is left with no choice. Sometimes the ends justify the means, or so she tried to convince herself.
She grabbed her phone and called a man she’d ordinarily aim to put in prison, but because the man’s görükle escort legal counsel was impeccable, there was very little way he could be touched by the law.
“Good evening,” the butler answered after a few rings, being purposefully vague about the residence.
“I need to speak with Trapp. Tell him it’s Detective Rios calling. It’s urgent.”
“One moment.”
The butler put the phone down to pass the message, and while waiting, Catalina could hear the faint sounds of women moaning in the background.
Picking up the phone, the butler said, “Trapp is busy at the moment. May I take a message?”
She seethed. “I’m a detective. He knows me. Get him on the phone, now.”
“One moment.”
Gritting her teeth, she played the waiting game again. It wasn’t surprising because a man like Trapp enjoyed playing games and toying with her. She could even hear the women in the background of the call moaning louder, a move she was certain that Trapp did on purpose.
The butler picked up the phone again. “State your message. Trapp refuses to come to the phone this evening. He’s busy.”
She sighed. “Tell him that I need a cleaner. Tonight. It’s urgent.”
“One moment.”
While waiting with her phone in hand, Catalina wondered if she was making the biggest mistake of her life trusting a man like this. But desperation makes people do crazy things. The more she waited, the more time she had to second-guess her decision to make this phone call.
The butler picked up the phone. “Are you still there?”
“I’m here.”
“Mr. Trapp agrees to your request, provided you come to see him tomorrow during his party.”
“Perfect, because I want to meet with him,” she replied. “When and where?”
“The home of Mr. Trapp. 10 pm. He requests that you wear a particular black dress. He states that it’s his favorite dress on you, and that you know what he’s referring to. Finally, he requests that you be braless and without panties under the dress.”
Under normal circumstances, Trapp would never make such a request from her. Times were different now. They both knew she was desperate and that she was being taken advantage of, which she knew would happen, but it beats the other alternatives by a longshot.
“Fucking asshole,” she muttered to herself.
“A safety precaution. I’m sure a law enforcement agent of your experience can understand the protection my boss must undertake.”
“Sure I do,” she said flippantly.
Catalina understood. Since their uneasy alliance formed nearly a year ago, it was all too obvious that Trapp wanted to fuck her. Either because of her beauty or because he’s one of the many men who have a fetish for fucking and domesticating women in law enforcement.
“Then we have an understanding,” the butler said. “Provide me with your location and everything will be sorted out. Be sure to dress appropriately tomorrow. If I may say so, Trapp seems eager to assist you.”
Of course he did, Catalina thought to herself.
***
The black dress was something Detective Rios wore when she first met Trapp. She was on assignment, back when she was first on the cusp of being promoted to detective. Back then, she was the daughter of a highly ranked police official and she used her family connection to assist in higher profile cases.
Nothing dangerous, but enough to get her blood flowing and avoid tedious work that many police officers face in their patrol cars late into the night.
She had borrowed the dress from a college roommate she stayed friends with, back when she was an undergrad with dreams of becoming a lawyer. Well, her friend became a lawyer and was able to afford that dress for corporate events. When the time came, Catalina was shameless in asking for it.
It was a figure-hugging fit with straps on each shoulder, and a neckline that showed just enough of her chest, but not too much to reveal that her breasts were small. It showed just enough leg, enough to make a statement, but stops short of giving an actual invitation for sex.
Her small job back then was to gain information by posing as a damsel in distress. She was to say that her phone was out of batteries and that she was basically stranded, so she needed to use the landline to call for a ride.
The real intent was for her to get a quick look inside of a business establishment for a police raid which would happen later that day.
With her cutesy attitude and playfully seductive voice, the men fell for it. They were practically falling over themselves to show her to a phone. Once inside, she didn’t mind flirting with the men. She didn’t enjoy it, but she didn’t hate it either.
Her motivation was the job. The more the men relaxed and loosened up around her, the more she got to see. She even let one of them grind against her thigh. Through the man’s pants, she could feel an erection. She let it happen and she kept on flirting.
Her eyes darted around the different surroundings as they headed towards a phone bursa escort bayan deep inside the building. Sure, there was a phone in the lobby, but the men wanted privacy.
When the horniest of the two unzipped his pants and asked for oral sex, Catalina could have tried to leave. She gave herself a 50/50 chance as to whether the men would let her leave or not.
All she knew for sure was that she wasn’t sucking anyone’s dick. So she compromised with herself and made a small exception.
She promised the man a blowjob while flirting with him. Her hand squeezed the man’s cock so hard that he was grunting. She twisted and turned while saying sexy words and giving seductive glances. She promised that she was an expert cocksucker, even swearing it.
But she never gave the man a chance. She squeezed so hard that the man came, and she was certain that he was sadomasochistic in nature because only a sadist would have cum to that.
She had left red marks on the man’s penis, and in return, there was cum all over the lower portion of her black dress.
The other man had a good laugh over the ordeal.
Looking down the hall, it was the first time she had ever seen Trapp, watching her through a slightly opened door. The two men had no clue that she was a cop. But she was certain that Trapp knew it a mile away. A man like Trapp was almost impossible to fool.
She saw the lust in Trapp’s eyes, as one of the men handed her a tissue and apologized for his crazy friend’s behavior.
The building was raided later and her insight was of great value. It helped her get a promotion. Trapp wasn’t arrested that day, but they had an odd respect for one another.
***
An Uber ride dropped Catalina off at the large home. There were many expensive cars in the driveway. A slight, late night breeze went up her skirt. A gentle reminder that this was the first time she had ever gone pantyless in public in her entire life.
It was fitting for the night of December 31st. She only had this night to get the information she needed, otherwise the police would be powerless to stop an influential crime ring.
She wondered what the odds were that she could walk inside and get a private meeting with Trapp. She assumed the odds would be low. She was right.
After entering the home, two men in suits stopped her and they identified themselves as security.
“Catalina Rios?” security man
asked, as if identifying her from a picture seen earlier.
“That’s me,” she replied.
“Strict orders from the boss. Come with me and I’ll brief you.”
“What about? I’m here to see Trapp.”
Security man
chimed in. “It’ll all be explained. You’re new here, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she replied.
The security man
gestured down the hall and they went together. It was a standard home for a wealthy individual. She could see the maids and butlers serving drinks and providing service.
As she walked with security, she also caught a glimpse of a naked woman walking down the hall, along with the sound of a moan coming from around the corner. Catalina knew she’d be in for a long night.
The door closed when they went inside the room. The security man had a no-nonsense approach.
“I know who you are,” the security man said. “I’ve read your background. No funny stuff here. Do exactly as I say, and you’ll get your meeting with Mr. Trapp. Fail to comply even once, and you’ll be escorted off the premises. Those are strict orders from the boss. Are we clear?”
Catalina took in a breath and nodded. “I understand.”
The moment those words left her mouth, she knew she’d be in for a degrading and debasing experience.
It started with her heels being removed and standing barefoot on the carpet. Her heels were being checked for any type of transmitter.
Next was her hair. The man undid her beautiful ponytail and ran his fingers through her hair, letting it fall across her shoulders. She didn’t mind. She had beautiful hair and she knew it.
Then there was the dress. The dress which her friend refused to take back because of the cum stain. She knew that her friend would be equally upset knowing that the dress had carelessly been tossed on the floor.
She was naked from head to toe. There was something calming about it, despite the shame. She viewed this as an extension of her job, which it was. She reminded herself over and over again. This is my job.
Her focus remained, even as the man gave the next order:
“Bend over and spread your cheeks.”
She refused to give the security man the satisfaction of seeing her humiliated, so she just did it. She bent over and spread herself, revealing both of her tight, pink holes to the security man.
Her first thought was, ‘Get a good look, jerk, because you’ll never see this again.’
She also found herself wondering what the background of this man was. Her pussy and asshole were being inspected as if she were a new inmate in federal prison. The man knew bursa escort how to get a good look and close inspection.
Finally, they were face to face like adults, only she was butt naked.
“No clothes from here on out,” he said. “If I see any hesitation, any push back, or any sign that this isn’t suitable for you, then you’re gone. My orders are to help run a smooth party. Can you do that?”
“Take me to him,” she said, being as strong as possible.
“I admire your nerves. Especially as a detective. Don’t worry about a thing. No one will ever tell.”
She prayed that was true. And she believed it. These people were discreet. It was how they avoided getting arrested.
The door opened and Catalina was led down the hall again. This time, there were more guests, a few of them eyeing her naked body from head to toe. She kept her chin up. There were other naked men and women. She was certain a full-blown orgy would take place. She heard moaning sounds from around the hall again.
After a turn, she saw a young woman with her knees on a cushioned chair, facing the wall. An older man was behind her, fucking her hard. Based on the moans and cries, Catalina wondered if this was anal.
Her nipples became hard from watching the fucking. She also saw a woman in her late 40’s being stripped of her dress and guided to her knees. Then the older woman gleefully performed oral sex on a young man.
That also made Catalina’s heart race.
She followed the security man to the living room. Trapp was there, sitting on a chair, which looked almost like a throne. There were plenty of maids and butlers in the room, along with guests who were tending to their own debauchery. Based on the number of servants, Catalina figured more people would be coming.
The detective was made to stand naked before Trapp, several feet away. She stood with the staff members lingering in the background, waiting for whatever order the boss gave.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Trapp asked, slightly grinning as his eyes were soaking in the sight of the naked detective.
She briefly gritted her teeth and pursed her lips. She was used to having the power. That was what the badge afforded a person, especially a woman. But now the roles were reversed and she had to get used to it.
“First off, I want to thank you for last night. You were… of great service to me and I owe you.”
“Sarcasm?” he asked, eyebrow raised.
“Truth,” she replied. “Thank you.”
“I never asked what that was about. But it’s fair that I know. A favor like that could get me in a lot of trouble, and not just with the police.”
It was more than fair. She was uneasy about speaking openly in front of the staff and other guests in the area, but Trapp seemed okay with it.
She told him everything. Except she didn’t speak in police language with direct facts and a formal tone. She spoke in a language that mobsters would be more comfortable with. Vague generalities that could mean anything. But they both knew what the conversation was about.
Going deeper, she explained the incredible time limit she faced along with the urgent need to get certain information to the governor.
“You have what I want,” Catalina said. “How many times have I saved you in the past?”
“Three,” he replied without hesitation. “You saved me exactly three times. But that’s only because I gave you big favors as well. We’re even.”
“If you help me with this, you’ll have no more competition. But I’m sure you’ve already made that calculation in your head.”
Trapp slowly nodded. “So you’d rather have me around, than these other people.”
“Do we have a deal? Or not?”
“It’s true, if I help you with this, I’ll become a lot richer. More powerful. And you know that I won’t stir up any trouble. That’s never been my style. But I want more.”
A sinking feeling filled her stomach as she saw the look in Trapp’s eyes. Yes, she had expected something like this would happen.
“What do you want?”
“Do you remember the day we met?” Trapp asked. “You put an enforcer in a state of sexual agony when you nearly crushed his penis.”
“To be fair, he came all over my dress. So it couldn’t have been that bad.”
“Very true. And by the way, that dress belongs to me now. It’ll be a reminder of our unique relationship. I saw you being strip searched on camera. Can I say that you’re very beautiful? Watching your dress fall… seeing you now… you’re an angel with a gun and badge.”
“What do you want?” she asked again, wanting to get this over with.
“I want what I’ve always wanted. To see you used to your fullest potential. I don’t mean any disrespect. This is about your beauty and the carnal desires you have inside. And those lips, those beautiful lips. The first time I saw you, I wondered if you’d actually get on your knees to suck that man’s cock. Let’s explore that.”
She kept calm as their eyes were locked. More people joined the party and she could hear more chatter and conversations going on around the living room and around the various halls. She could also hear moaning, men and women, enjoying each other’s bodies.
“If I do this…” her voice trailed off.
He gave a curt, half nod. “Get on your knees. My lovely assistant can help you.”
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