13 comments/ 27666 views/ 31 favorites Detective Lori Harington By: HeyAll On the outside, she looked like an attractive, well-educated woman in her mid-30's. Most people assumed that she was an accountant or a clerk just by looking at her. But on the inside, she was tough. She was a product of a rough childhood and a dangerous job. Lori went to the warehouse late in the evening. She was dressed in a casual suit. After a few knocks, the door opened. She was greeted by a skinny middle aged man, aptly named "Spanker" Sam. His nickname was well earned and matched his stellar reputation. They exchanged pleasantries and she entered the warehouse. Despite the dirty outside, the warehouse was actually an exclusive place. Several of the rooms were being occupied by different guests. Lori reached her room with "Spanker" Sam. She explained to him that she wanted to make things quick and they should get right to business. She unbuckled her pants and pulled them down. Then she bent over the table. Sam rubbed her bottom in a caressing way. He lived up to his nickname and began to spank Lori. They weren't gratuitous spanks. They were the nice kind. The friendly kind. The kind that induced orgasms. It wasn't long before Lori was stimulated enough to reach down and play with her clitoris. She groaned, moaned, then she came. It was a sorely needed orgasm. When it was over, she pulled her pants up and buckled it. She reached inside of her wallet and began counting her money. "Long day?" he asked. "You seemed tense." "Not anymore. See you next week. Same time." Lori tossed $100 dollars onto the table and promptly left. *** Lori spent her days as a detective in the organized crime division which investigated narcotics and prostitution rings. She came from a long line of detectives, from her father, to her grandfather. It still amazed her that she eventually became a law enforcement agent herself. She grew up hating that line of work since it caused her parents to divorce. She was mainly raised by her mother. They moved around a lot. Whenever she stayed with her dad, he would always talk about his job. The idea grew on her to become a law enforcement agent, even though both of her parents were strongly against it. With her petite frame and pretty face, everyone knew it was an uphill battle. But she proved everyone wrong, graduating at the top of her class in the academy, and making large numbers of arrests as a police woman. As a detective, she earned a stellar reputation for being intelligent and tough. She could have joined any division as a detective, but she chose organized crime. There was a thrill to it. Bringing down entire criminal enterprises gave her a rush which couldn't be replaced. *** Evening. Lori parked her car and headed to her apartment. She was dressed in a suit and carried a briefcase. Living alone made things easier for her job. "Detective Harington," a man's voice said. She looked to see a man standing behind a corner. He was a large man wearing a black leather jacket, holding an envelope. He reeked of being a mob enforcer. He couldn't have looked more suspicious if he tried. "Who's asking?" she replied, getting ready to reach for her gun. He partially put his hands up and smiled, "Whoa, relax there sweetheart. I come only as a messenger. I ain't here to hurt you." "A messenger from who?" "Torrino. Joe Torrino. I'm assuming you're acquainted." "I know who he is." "Well the boss would like to meet with you," he said. "Tomorrow. A coffee shop at 8 am. He says you'd know where to find him." "What's this about? Is Torrino looking for another detective to bribe?" "You'll have to ask him. But he says it's important." "You've got a lot of nerve coming to my apartment," she said sharply. "You have 10 seconds to get out of here, or else we'll have a problem." "I love feisty little women," he smiled. "The boss knew you'd be hostile to his proposal. So he gave me something to show you. It's a goodwill gesture." He handed Lori the envelope. She immediately opened it to find a collection of surveillance photographs showing her visiting the bondage club at the warehouse. All of the photos were taken by a long-lens camera from a nearby rooftop. The images showed the detective in odd sexual positions and various states of undress. Lori fumed with anger, squeezing the photos tightly. "What the hell is this?" "What do you think it is?" he replied with a smirk. "Tomorrow. 8 am. Don't be late. Nice tits by the way." The man walked away and Lori was left with the incriminating photos in hand. *** Joe Torrino was a mid-level player in the city's underground crime scene. He had been on the radar of local law enforcement for many years, but there was never enough evidence to convict him of anything. His main line of business was a prostitution ring for high end clients. Saturday morning. Lori stepped into the coffee shop and was surprised to find it empty, except for the crime figure. He sat alone drinking coffee and eating breakfast. They made eye contact, then he smiled. He was in his mid-40's with an average build. Smart looking, but with a dangerous side. Lori had seen his pictures many times, but had never seen him in person before. "Have a seat," Joe said. "I ordered you some breakfast and coffee." "I'm not hungry." She sat down with him at the table. "You have a lot of nerve sending your people to follow me around." "Nothing personal," he shrugged. "Business is business. I heard from my source in the police department that you have done some investigating on me as well. Find anything interesting?" "Lots." "Care to share?" he asked. "Stolen vehicles, women, prostitution. Enough to put you behind bars for a while." "Looking in to people's business isn't very neighborly," he said. "So, I figured I'd do the same. I was very surprised to learn about your weekly habits. You're a very naughty girl it seems. Who would have thought?" "Not that it's any of your business." "Forgive me. My fucking manners sometimes." "What do you want?" Lori asked casually. "I wanted to see if you were as pretty as everyone says. I think you're gorgeous." "What do you really want?" "You think I'm blackmailing you?" "Aren't you?" she asked with an eyebrow raised. "You probably figured you could squeeze some information out of me in exchange for the photos." "Would that have worked?" "Of course not." "Then what are you doing here?" he asked. "I wanted to come here and look you in the eyes, so you know that I'm not afraid of you." Joe leaned back and smiled, "You're a fascinating person. Tell me, what's a highly intelligent woman like you doing at a cheap bondage club in a warehouse anyway? You're better than that. You should be visiting one of my high-end bondage clubs. We'll take care of you real nice." "I want the pictures. All of them. The film strips too." "Why would I do that?" "Because I'll make you pay. That's why." "The pictures I have were taken legally," he said. "If you've got a problem, go talk to a fucking judge about it." "You're a real piece of fucking shit." "You've got some mouth for a pretty little lady," he said in a condescending manner. "The truth is, I'm actually doing you a favor." "How's that?" "Word is, the heads of other organizations are beginning to look into you. Nothing life threatening, if you know what I mean. They're not stupid. They just want to know who's on their tail. Anyway, it was only a matter of time before the wrong people get a hold of this information and use it to destroy you." "I'll say it again: Give me the photos, and I'll pretend this never happened." "No," he said bluntly. "Then what do you want?" "Let's keep in touch. Give me a few days, and when the time is right, I'll give you all of the original copies. No games. It's that simple." Lori squinted her eyes at the crime figure. She always had an uncanny ability to read people, but she couldn't read Joe. He was too complex, too good at masking his emotions. At that point, she knew that arguing with him was pointless. He had already made up his mind. There was nothing the detective could do. Joe hadn't broken the law by having those photos taken. And Lori wasn't being blackmailed for it. If she laid a finger on him, she could have been facing criminal charges. The only thing Lori could do was get up and leave. *** It was a painfully tense week for Lori. Having her secret revealed was bad enough. She couldn't stop thinking of crime figures laughing at her nude pictures and images of her in bondage. She wondered how many thugs masturbated to those photos. But now she waited for the other shoe to drop. She knew she was going to be blackmailed eventually. She figured Joe was simply biding his time, fucking with her mind in the process. The smart thing for Lori to do was to inform her superiors. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to that point. How could she tell the men she respected that she, one of the most decorated female agents on the force, had a serious fetish for derogatory sex acts. She couldn't. "What would I do to keep those pictures secret?" she would occasionally think to herself. Having them released wouldn't ruin her career, but it would certainly complicate things. All of her male colleagues would have a field day with those pictures. She knew it. The cops and detectives she worked with weren't dumb enough to sexually harass her- they knew better than to mess with her. But she's seen the looks. The glances. Men checking her out. She knew she was lusted after. "I'm totally fucked." Other times throughout the week she wondered if she would actually submit to Joe Torrino's inevitable blackmail. How bad would it actually be if I gave him a few pieces of information? Nothing damaging. But enough to keep him happy. Of course he wanted information, she figured. She definitely didn't have the money. Like most detective's in the city, she lived on a tight budget, especially with the soaring cost of living. It was a price she was willing to pay to live in a metropolis. But with men like Torrino around, she was beginning to reconsider. ***** Saturday mornings were always very special for Lori. She would wake up early and go for long runs in the neighborhood. It cleared her mind. It was almost meditative for her. She was in her running outfit, completely covered in sweat. When she got back to her apartment an hour later, she saw Joe Torrino standing in front of the doorway with a large yellow envelope in hand. It was a stomach turning sight for her, even though Torrino had a friendly smile on his face. It was like he couldn't understand why his actions could be unnerving to some people. There was no point in standing around and giving him a mouthful, so Lori simply let him inside of the apartment. She had already made up her mind: She was going to wait for the blackmail, then she would inform her superiors. A sting operation would be set. And Torrino would go to jail. "Beautiful place," he said, looking around the apartment. "For a detective's salary, right?" "It's a beautiful place, period," he insisted. "Thank you." Lori put leftover breakfast pastries on a plate and set them on the living room table. She offered him coffee, which he politely declined. She invited Joe to sit, which he did. "These are for you," he said, tossing the envelope onto the table, next to the pastries. "Are those the pictures?" "All of them. Every single copy. All of the original frames. You have my word." "You're not a very good gangster," she replied. "Keeps me out of prison," he said with a half-smile. "Are you disappointed at all?" "Disappointed in what?" "That we're not playing your game. That I'm not blackmailing you. Were you looking forward to that? Playing a cat & mouse game with me?" "What do you think?" "I think you wanted to play the game," he replied confidently. "Deep down, you were looking for the chase. The adrenaline rush. It probably makes your pussy wet. Especially after you make a big arrest. I'm sure that's what a dirty little slut like you enjoys." "I'm not a slut." "So the rest is true then?" he asked rhetorically with an eyebrow raised. "If you're not going to blackmail me, then what exactly do you want?" "I want to help you." "How?" "I know you've stopped seeing your spanker friend," he said. "It was only a matter of time before someone more ruthless than myself discovers your secret fetish. Then you would have a serious problem on your hands." "If you're not going to tell me anything new, I'd like you to leave." "I can help," he insisted. "A woman with your particular needs isn't going to be satisfied by masturbating with a vibrator. No. You need something a little more rough. That's where I come in. You know exactly what kind of business I do." Lori nodded. "Sure I do. I know your business. You treat women like cattle, selling them to the highest bidder. Am I wrong?" "That's a very naive way of looking at things." "Then enlighten me." "The women that work for me know exactly what they're doing. They're smart and savvy, just like you." "Is that how you justify yourself?" she asked incredulously. "Meet them if you want. Maybe you'll change your mind." "Please, just leave." "Fine," he said. "But before I go, I have to ask, what's a classy woman like you doing in a bondage club?" She thought for a moment. "It relieves the stress from my job." "Why not find a man to sleep with? It would be a lot easier. Why bondage?" "That's none of your business." "I'm only curious. Don't worry, I'm very discreet. No one will ever know." "I can't climax without it," she admitted in a moment of vulnerability. "I don't know. I guess I'm flawed." "You're perfect." "I can only orgasm if someone is spanking me and treating me like shit. You call that perfect?" "Yes," he replied simply. "We'll keep in touch. I'm very interested in you. And I believe I can solve many of your problems. Have a good day." With that said, Joe walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. Lori felt relieved that the crime figure she was investigating had left. But a deeper part of her felt disappointed. She knew that Joe understood her. Not many men did. *** The weeks flew by. Lori felt miserable without her orgasms. She couldn't go to the bondage club in the warehouse anymore because she had already been caught, and she didn't want to make the same mistake twice. All she could do was play with herself in her bedroom or in the bathtub. It felt good. Some days it felt great. Some days she came close to an orgasm- but it never happened. She became deprived of a good orgasm for too long. It was a horrible denial which often left her in a grumpy mood. It was hard maintaining her professionalism at work with her pent up sexual frustrations. It was beginning to make sense. Joe Torrino was doing it on purpose. Denying her the sex club while tempting her with a proposal of his own. That conniving bastard. *** Sunday morning. Lori drove downtown to a location that Joe had posted on her door. She knew she should have ignored the message. But she went anyway. It was an interesting part of downtown. Things were lively yet classy. When she arrived at the destination, she was greeted by Joe, who was dressed in a casual suit. He greeted her with a big smile as if they were friends. Against Lori's natural instincts, she smiled back, which she instantly regretted. Joe led her inside the building. Guards were in the lobby. There were scantily clad beautiful women walking in & out of different rooms. The women were often accompanied by rich looking men in business suits. It was obviously a high class sex club. There were signs of bondage everywhere. Some of the women carried whips, cuffs, or even strap-ons. "This is where I make most of my money," Joe said as they reached the top floor, which had a view overlooking the building's layout. "I never knew this place existed." "You have a lot to learn, it seems." "Why are you showing me this?" she asked with a genuine curiosity. "I could shut this place down in a heartbeat and have you put in jail." "You won't," he confidently replied. "Why wouldn't I?" "Because I could still have extra naked photos of you being spanked." Lori clenched her fist, ready to throw a punch. "Do you still have those pictures of me?" "Relax," he smiled. "I'm joking. Our secrets are safe with each other, right?" She calmed herself down. "For now." "The last time we spoke, you told me that you couldn't cum without bondage." "I was telling you the truth." He nodded. "I know. But why is that the case? Why can't you orgasm like a normal person?" At that moment, Lori was slightly offended when he insinuated that she 'wasn't a normal person.' But she tried to ignore the vague insult. "I'd rather not go into detail," she replied. "But it's a physiological issue from when I was young. It's probably that. Or maybe I'm just flawed in some way." "I think it makes you a very special woman." "Why do you say that?" "Because your orgasms are so intense. You experience pleasures that the average person wouldn't understand. I've seen the pictures of you being tied and spanked. You're like a completely different woman." There was a strange yearning in Lori's heart. Finally, someone understands me. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked. "We can help each other. In this building, you're free to do anything. You can cum any way you'd like, and it will be our secret. No one in this building knows your true identity except for me. You could even make money doing this." "Are you seriously suggesting that I become one of your prostitutes?" "Prostitute is an ugly word," he replied. "Think of yourself as a free-agent." "What do you get out of this?" "I like the idea of a beautiful & intelligent police detective getting her orgasms in my building. It's an arousing thought. That's all. I won't ask you for any secret police information, unless of course you're interested in sharing." "That'll never happen." she replied. "Fair enough. I wouldn't expect anything less from a dedicated agent such as yourself. But what about the offer to enjoy the benefits of this place? Would you consider that?" She thought for a long and hard moment. "It's never going to work. You and I. We're too far apart in life. If anyone ever found out..." "You said yourself that the police don't know about this place." "Yet," she clarified. "The police don't know about this place, yet. It's only a matter of time before this brothel is shut down and everyone gets arrested." "But you are the police. Once you hear something, stop coming to this place. It's that simple." Lori shook her head. "Nothing is ever that simple." "What are you afraid of, detective? You can tell me anything." "It's my job to put scum like you behind bars. I'll never be your whore." "Yet here you are, listening to my dirty proposal." "Of course I'm listening. You're giving me inside information to your illegal network of prostitution. Not a very smart move." He smiled, "Tell me, Lori, when was the last time you had a good orgasm? Days? Weeks? You must be aching between the legs, you poor little thing. With all that good work you do for the city, you deserve to have your needs taken care of. Don't you agree?" "I have to go," she replied coldly. "And don't ever contact me again. Got it?" He gave a sly wink. "Understood." There was a tension in the air as Lori Harington walked away. On her way out of the building, she walked passed a slew of beautiful half-dressed women accompanied by rich men. Everyone there was happy. They were all enjoying themselves with great sex. Could I do the same? Detective Lori Harington ***** Captain Harper was one of the highest ranking women in the city's police force. She was highly decorated with an impressive resume. She was in her 50's, soft looking, with a surprisingly feminine and lady-like posture. The captain sat in her office chair after greeting Lori with a hug. "What did you want to talk about?" the captain asked. "Joe Torrino." "What about him?" "How high is he on your priorities list?" The captain thought for a brief second. "Well, Joe Torrino is not a big fish as far as allocating resources go. But of course, we'd be happy to take him down anytime we have a chance. Why do you ask?" "I might be able to get information on him?" Lori said. "Incriminating information." "How?" "I'd rather not say at the moment. It might not even happen at all. Right now, it's just a thought." "You've got to tell me a bit more, detective." "I can't right now," Lori replied. "But how far would you go to arrest him? I mean, what would your limit be?" "Are you asking me as your superior, or as a friend?" "As my friend, can you give me some advice? How far would you go to nail him?" "I don't like the sound of this," the captain said. "What are you up to?" "I'm working on something. Something big. It's not dangerous, at least I don't think it is, but it could lead to big arrests." The lieutenant gave a motherly look towards the much younger detective. It wasn't a disappointed look, but a look which said what are you thinking? "Whatever you're planning, I know I can't change your mind," the captain stated. "I won't even try. We're a lot a like. When I was your age, I was taking all sorts of crazy risks. My superiors hated me for it, but I got things done. I know you're the same way. But please, be careful. These people are dangerous." "That's all I needed to hear from you." "So you've come to me for moral support, basically." Lori stood, "Captain Harper, you're the best. Thanks for the chat." "Anytime. And good luck." When Lori left the office, the captain couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble the detective may be getting herself into. *** Early morning. Lori awoke and took a long shower. She wiped her body with a towel, then she dried her hair. She looked at her naked complexion in the mirror, seeing her bare face, make-up free. The aging signs were beginning to show. She smiled at her reflection to see how many lines were there. Am I pretty enough for this? Could I handle it? Do I want to do this? The answer was an astounding yes. She reached for a pile of brand new beauty products she had purchased the day before. She applied everything carefully to her face; mascara, eye liner, blush, and red lipstick. She looked good. It was the sexiest she had ever seen herself, thanks to the beauty tips from the department store employee. After getting a good look at herself, Lori washed the make-up away, and she had a newfound sense of confidence. She was ready. *** Joe went to his usual place for coffee & breakfast. His daily routine was almost always the same. He was accompanied by his large bodyguard. Before Joe entered the cafe, he saw Lori standing by the entrance, dressed in her detective's suit, with the badge proudly displaying around her waist. "Can I have a word?" Lori said. "Alone." Joe told his bodyguard to wait inside the cafe. Joe then walked with the detective down the block to a nearby park. "What can I do for you, detective?" "Is your offer still good?" she asked. "For you, always. The offer has never left the table." "Give me your word that none of it will ever be recorded. No one follows me. No one takes pictures of me. And no one will ever know my identity there." He nodded. "Of course, you have my word." They continued walking around the park. It was a beautiful early morning. There wasn't much people around, and no one was close enough to hear their conversation. "How will it work?" she asked. "This arrangement of yours. How will it happen?" "It can be done any way you'd like," he replied. "You're a tough little woman. Have you ever thought about dominating a man? It's a common fantasy. There are plenty of men who would love to get fucked by a strap-on." "That seems a little strange." He smiled, "Obviously you're the submissive type. I could have many things arranged for you. Anything you want. As degrading as you want. Any gender you want. Are you curious about being dominated by a strong woman?" "We'll discuss those details another time," she replied with embarrassment. "No problem." "What about the date and time? I'd like to do it Friday night?" He nodded, "That can be arranged. It's our peak hours of business." "And how should I dress?" "Obviously not the outfit you're wearing now," he said jokingly. "You're dressed like a typical detective. It'll make people uncomfortable in my bondage club." "I thought making people uncomfortable was the point of a bondage club," she joked back. "Not that uncomfortable." "I'll wear something sexy then." "I can't wait to see it. You look like you have a great body." "I try my best." "You're making the right decision, detective," he said confidently. "You'll see. There are doms in my club so experienced, they'll have you twisting & turning until you cum in rivers." "Sounds painful." "The good kind of pain," he smiled. "I hope so." "What changed your mind?" he asked. "I'm curious. Your pussy must be aching." She looked around to make sure no one could hear. "Yes." "Tell me more. Details." "I haven't reached a climax in weeks. This isn't something that I want to do. But I need it. I need to cum again." He smiled, "My dirty little sex kitten. You poor thing. A woman who hasn't cum in weeks is volatile. I can only imagine how powerful your upcoming orgasm will feel." "I'm looking forward to it." There was a mutual understanding between them. They knew exactly what they wanted from each other. Lori desperately needed to orgasm. Joe wanted a detective slut as his personal plaything. *** Friday night. Lori was fresh from a shower. She stood naked in front of her dresser. Next to her make-up, there was an array of small electronic devices; bugging equipment, transmitters, and wires. All of the items were tiny and were the latest technology. If she was careful, she wouldn't get caught. She applied the make-up to the best of her abilities. Everything was done to perfection. It was the sexiest she had ever looked in her life. On the bed was a sexy sleek black dress. She wore a matching black pair of bra & panties. Then she slipped into the dress. Then a new pair of high heels. She stood in front of the dresser again. Her eyes locked onto the electronic devices. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. *** Hours later. Lori showed up to the sex club at the proper time. She felt embarrassed taking the cab there, and she prayed that no one would recognize her. Joe smiled when he saw the detective, and he showered her with sincere compliments. She was flattered. She was almost angry with herself that she blushed from the complements from a mid-level mob boss. They went up the stairs together. He kept reiterating that he had a special present for her. That she was sure to love it. It was just for her. The anticipation in Lori's pussy grew. But there was also an element of fear. Joe wouldn't dare set me up. Would he? When they reached the right floor, Joe led her to a room and put his hand on the door knob. He smiled before turning the knob. Lori was prepared to punch Joe in the face and run in case there was a set up. Please don't do it Joe. I want to trust you. You should trust me too, even though I might have you arrested later. The door opened and there was an attractive woman sitting naked in the room. Joe and Lori entered the room. The woman stood up. "This is Kitten," he said, introducing her. "She's an expert on the female orgasm. She's an expert with her mouth, bondage, and other things you'll soon discover. I'm sure you'll enjoy her company." Kitten smiled. She looked like an innocent young woman who had no place being in a sex club. But like most people, Kitten had a naughty side. Kitten and Lori shook hands and got acquainted. "I'll leave you two alone," Joe said before leaving and closing the door. The room was surprisingly tame for a bondage club. There was just a bed, a chair, a closet, and a dresser. The two women made small talk while they were alone. Kitten was surprisingly soft spoken. Lori almost felt guilty looking at the naked woman. "What exactly are we going to do?" Lori asked. "Joe told me about your issues. He said to take great care of you. I hope I can help." "Sorry. This doesn't feel right." "I'm over 18," Kitten replied. "Is that what you're worried about?" "You seem so...this doesn't seem like something you would enjoy." Kitten smiled, "A lot of people say that about my looks. Looks are deceiving though, aren't they?" "Sometimes they are. Sometimes not." "Well, what do I have to do to convince you?" "I'm not sure we should be doing this." Kitten was taken aback. "Joe told me that you would be okay with another woman. Is it me? Am I not attractive enough for you?" "You're a very pretty woman, Kitten. I've never been with a woman before. This might be a little too much for me. I'm sorry." Kitten took a step forward, so that they were face-to-face. "There's always a first time for everything, right?" They kissed each other on the lips. It felt surprising soft to Lori. It was her first lesbian kiss, and it felt lovely & sweet. The kiss was short. Lori had the feeling it would continue again soon. "That was nice," Lori admitted. Kitten gave a proud smile. "I knew you'd like it. Now take off your dress. Joe paid me for an hour. We're going to make the best of it. Trust me." The rest of the hour passed like a blur. It was like a dream state. Lori undressed and got naked for Kitten. They kissed again. Kitten sucked both of the detective's breasts. Then they kissed again. And again. Lori laid on the soft bed. Kitten got between the detective's legs and ate her pussy. Oh my god. Those lips. Her tongue. What have I been missing all these years? Why haven't I tried this sooner? A long awaited orgasm was impending. Lori screamed, and screamed some more. Kitten's mouth worked miracles. Lori had never cum so hard from oral sex. Weeks of painful sexual frustration had come to a violent end. And when it did, she laid limp in the bed. It wasn't over yet. Lori still had another 30 minutes with Kitten. Time was put to good use. When Lori opened her eyes, she saw Kitten with a huge strap-on between the legs, which Lori later learned was a scary 9 inches. Kitten got on top and began to fuck the detective. Kitten looked soft and innocent, but she fucked like a man. Lori's pussy took a serious pounding. Before long, she came again, then again... When the hour was over, the two women kissed, and Lori left the room a new woman. *** Two weeks later. Lori sat by her desk and stared blankly into space. She gave a long gaze to nowhere, even though she had a pile of paperwork in front of her. All she could think about were the orgasms. Oh, the orgasms. Her mind was consumed with Kitten's lips and being fucked with the strap-on. Each orgasm was special and unique. Lori even reminisced about her first time eating pussy. My god, the taste. "Everything okay?" a voice called. It was Captain Harper, making sure her friend was okay. "I'm fine," Lori replied, snapping out of the trance. "I've just been busy." "You've been doing remarkable work lately." "Thanks captain. It's always good to be appreciated." Captain Harper playfully squinted her eyes. "Are you sure you're alright? You seem much looser these past few days." "Decaf," Lori smiled. "I wouldn't know," the captain smiled back. "I'm more of a tea drinker." "Healthy choice." "It is. Anyway, I was passing by when I saw you, and I remembered what you said about pursuing a lead regarding Torrino. Any luck on that front?" Lori thought for a moment. "As it turns out, the source wasn't very credible. I guess I got ahead of myself." "I'm surprised. You're usually so good at reading people." "I got overzealous this time. It won't happen again Captain." "Don't beat yourself up over it. Between you and me, I think you're the best detective in this building. Keep up the good work Harington." Lori watched the captain walk away. Then the detective's imagination returned to where it previously was, in Joe's sex club, with her face between Kitten's legs. *** When Lori got back to her apartment in the evening, she saw Torrino waiting for her. He was standing casually by the door, observing the apartment complex. "I thought I told you to never come here again?" she asked rhetorically. "It's important." Lori unlocked her front door and motioned for Joe to enter. They went inside and she promptly shut the door. When she offered him coffee, he declined. "So what's so important that you had to come here?" she asked. "I think you're finally comfortable enough to take things to the next level." She felt her pussy twitch. "What do you mean?" "You've made great progress with Kitten," he said. "I'm glad to hear that you're having regular orgasms. But now it's time for you to explore things even further. How do you feel about taking on clients for me." "I'm not a whore." "That's such a derogatory term. Do you think Kitten is a whore?" She paused for a moment. "No. She's not." "Kitten loves what she does. She gives pleasure. She also receives pleasure. I want you to do the same. I have the perfect clients for you. They have money. And of course, they'll pay for your time. A thousand dollars for an hour." "Joe, please, if anyone ever found out, my career would be ruined. My life would be ruined." "You didn't mind taking those chances when Kitten goes down on you. Or vice versa. I've heard all the details. It's riveting stuff." "You don't know anything about me," Lori replied. "I know you're interested. My sex club is very discreet. All of the clients are friends of mine. Everyone knows the drill when it comes to security and discretion. That's why my operation is so successful. We know what we're doing." "I'll think about it." "Don't think too long. I have important friends coming soon. They're in town this weekend, and they always enjoy playing with the new girl." Lori raised an eyebrow. "They? What do you mean by that." "There's two of them. Are you telling me that you've never had a threesome?" "It never crossed my mind. I'm not that kinky." Joe smiled, "There's a first time for everything. Since there's two of them, you'll earn two thousand for an hour- at least." "I don't know what to say," Lori replied with a dumbfounded expression. "I wouldn't know what to do. What exactly do they want?" "They want a submissive woman. That's you. They'll dictate the pace. You won't have to think about anything. If they want you to suck, then open your mouth. If they want you on your back, then lay down and spread your legs. If they want you tied, then just relax." "Tied?" "That's what you like, isn't it? Bondage. They're experts at it." "I'll have to think about it," Lori replied. "I don't know if it's for me. It sounds like a lot to handle." "I wouldn't be offering this to you if I didn't think you were ready. I've been doing this for a long time. I know what people like. Whether you want to admit it or not, you're a submissive slut. Deal with it. The appointment is Saturday at 8 pm. If you're interested, don't be late." Joe abruptly left the apartment in a casual manner, as if he didn't just drop a bombshell offer. The only thing Lori could do was shake her head and wonder how things got so out of control. My god. Two men? ***** Frank was a notorious mob figure from the east coast. He was a man in his early 50's. Unlike Joe, Frank wasn't very sophisticated or articulate. He was a brutish gangster with a lot of cash. Frank was someone who could snap his fingers and get what he wanted. If anyone refused, there would be consequences. He was accompanied by a large henchman named Cutter. The henchman had a powerful build and a chiseled jaw. He looked like something out of a movie. Lori wondered if the two men knew that she was a detective. Her hands gently trembled, but she tried to hide it. Oh god, do they know? Is this a set up? It can't be. How could I be so stupid? Joe Torrino formally introduced Lori to the two men she would be entertaining for the night. Her heart rate was rising, but she hid her emotions, which she was good at. There was no sign of any danger, aside from Frank's devilish grin. Frank lewdly eyed her body as if she were a piece of property, nothing more. "Gentleman, you're going to be pleased tonight," Joe said to the two gangsters. "Lori is the latest edition to the club, and she's worth every penny. Although relatively inexperienced, Lori has a beauty which could put most movie stars to shame. Plus she's a natural submissive. She can't orgasm unless someone makes her. Please enjoy your evening." "Is this true?" Frank asked with a borderline sadistic grin. Lori nodded. "Every word." "We'll find out soon enough." Joe led them up the stairs to a private room. It was a large room filled with beautiful furniture. It had the elegance of a luxury suite. Everything was classy except for the bondage devices neatly placed around the room; blindfolds, sex toys, whips, cuffs, ect... "I'll leave you all to your business," Joe said before leaving. "Enjoy yourselves." When Joe left the room and closed the door, there was suddenly a tense feeling that came over Lori's body. She still didn't know what she was walking into. She still didn't know if the two thugs knew her true identity as a detective. "You're a sexy girl," Frank grinned. "Thank you," Lori replied, trying to sound confident and sexy. "You're new to this line of work, sweetheart?" "I am." Frank smiled. "Not for long you ain't. My friend here is gonna tie you up. We're gonna break you in. You got a problem with any of that?" "Just don't leave any marks." "We're gonna get along just fine tonight. Cutter, tie this broad up." Cutter's massive frame towered over Lori. He was an expert with ropes and tying people up, and it showed. Within moments, Lori's ankles were bound together. Then her wrists. Everything was done tightly. Lori had experienced light bondage before, but nothing like this. Lori still didn't know what to expect. Do they know, or not? She couldn't read them. Her mind was clouded. Either way, she expected a night of rough sex. "Now the fun part," Frank said to Cutter. "Show this broad the next step." The massive thug pulled out a large knife. Lori's heart skipped a beat. I can't believe this. This can't be happening! Cutter waved the knife around her face, striking fear in Lori's heart, then he lowered the knife. He brought the knife to the top of her dress and cut downwards. With his strength and the sharpness of the blade, cutting the fabric was easy. The dress was completely cut in half and it fell to the floor. Cutter then used the knife to slice Lori's bra and panties. She stood completely naked & bound before the two gangsters. Her small breasts and shaved pussy completely exposed. Her brown nipples hardened from the exposure. Her pussy twitched. Get a grip on yourself Lori. You shouldn't be enjoying it this much. God, I shouldn't be enjoying this at all. Detective Lori Harington Frank sat down, admiring her nude figure. "Nice tits. Nice legs. Joe was right about you. But I'm more of a voyeur. I like to watch. Maybe I'll join in later. For now, Cutter will do the rest." Exactly on time, Cutter reached over to fondle Lori's breasts. All she could do was stand there and take it. Lori's pussy immediately reacted. Her nipples hardened even further. She hated herself for enjoying the pleasure she received. Cutter used his strength and he lifted Lori like she was nothing. He placed her on the bed, laying down on her stomach. Lori's legs were still on the ground. Her naked ass completely exposed. She knew what to expect. A painful slap echoed in the room. She wanted to scream, but held it in. She didn't want to show weakness to the hardened men. They might have liked it too much. Another slap came, and it was even more painful. Being spanked was one of Lori's favorite fetishes, but she had never been spanked so hard in her life. More slaps came. Cutter didn't show any mercy. With every slap, Lori's clit rubbed against the fabric of the bed. Her body moved up and down because of Cutter's powerful slaps. The pain only enhanced the pleasure. Lori screamed out loud from the spankings and clitoral stimulation she received. Suddenly, Cutter reached down and used his large fingers to rub her clit until she orgasmed. Lori screamed and cried. The fingers were large and powerful. A mind blowing orgasm was induced. Lori went limp soon after. "Holy shit," Cutter said to his boss. "This bitch is out of it." "Wake her up. We're not paying her to sleep." Cutter shook the detective until she came back to her senses. "We ain't done yet," Cutter said. "I want you on your knees. I'm sure you know how to suck a cock real good. You've got the lips for it." He displayed his strength once again, lifting her naked body out of the bed and onto the floor, placing her on her knees. Lori's wrists & ankles were still bound, and she didn't have an ounce of freedom. Lori's eyes remained on Cutter's hands while he unzipped his pants. He was already hard. His penis was large, just as she imagined. He dangled and waved it in front of her face, as if to say, 'what are you waiting for honey?' She got the cue and leaned forward to suck it. She hated the fact that she was blowing a mob figure. It wasn't what she expected when she agreed to the appointment. But strangely, it was the ultimate turn on, she quickly found out. It was the ultimate taboo in her line of work. As long as no one knew... Sucking sounds filled the room. Lori's mouth did all the work. She sucked and slobbered on the big cock in her mouth. She used her tongue expertly. At that point, Lori was almost certain that Cutter had no idea she was a detective, otherwise she would have been forced to gag violently on his cock. Instead, Cutter just stood and enjoyed the oral pleasure he was receiving. "This bitch knows how to suck," Cutter smiled to his boss. "It looks that way," the boss replied. "Joe always finds the best whores. This whore is no exception. She's the most beautiful whore I've seen in a while." Lori was miffed that she was called a 'whore' three times, as if she wasn't even in the room. But she wasn't in a position to complain. She was naked, bound, and lewdly sucking a massive cock for money. If there was a definition of 'whore,' she personified it, she thought to herself. But it felt so good. Her pussy was dripping wet. She wondered if she was receiving more pleasure than Cutter was. "Enough," Frank said. "You can let this broad swallow your cum later. Right now I want to fuck. Put her on the bed. On her back. I like looking at her face." "Yes boss." Cutter lifted Lori's naked body again and rudely tossed her to the bed. "Spread eagle," Frank said. "Tied of course." "Whatever you say, boss." Cutter untied Lori's wrists & ankles, which was a much welcomed relief. Her skin was painful and a bright shade of red. But the relief didn't last long. Cutter grabbed Lori's left wrist and promptly tied it to the bed post. He did the same thing with Lori's other wrist. Then with both of her ankles. When he finished, Lori was completely bound in a spread eagle position, with her hands & feet tied in opposite ends of the bed. She kept her eyes on Frank as he stood up and unzipped his pants. His cock was average sized and already hard. Before he climbed on top of her, he gave her pussy a hard smack. Lori yelled, which only made him smile. He spanked her pussy again, then again, and again. She cried from the pain, which only made him happier. "Are you ready to get fucked yet?" Frank asked, not caring what the answer was. "Yes," she whispered, almost fearfully. "Good."' Frank climbed on top of Lori and got between her bound legs. He guided his cock to her pussy and prepared to enter. Lori turned her head away. She couldn't stand to look at him, knowing that she would soon be fucked by a crime figure. What have I gotten myself into? Please, not him. Anyone but him! She felt a thrust. A cock had entered her pussy. As much as she despised the person fucking her, it felt good. She began to moan with every thrust. She was ready for another orgasm and she closed her eyes. "Look at me," Frank said. "Look me straight in the eyes while I'm fucking you." Lori obeyed. She opened her eyes and looked at the man fucking her. Questions still lingered in her mind. Does he know? Does he know I'm a detective? Is he going to hurt me after? Am I going to be blackmailed later? How did I get into this mess? She already knew the answer to the last question. She knew exactly how she got there. Her arms & legs tugged at the rope which had bound her. She was completely helpless, being fucked like a piece of meat. It was the ultimate thrill and taboo. She loved every dirty second of it. While her pussy was getting pounded, Frank reached down and pinched her stiff brown nipple until it hurt. She screamed. Her entire body tensed. Frank kept on fucking her even faster. A sadistic grin appeared on Frank's face. He instantly knew that she liked the pain. Then he pinched her other nipple and fucked her even harder. Lori screamed. Her hands clenched tight. Her toes curled. Then she had a powerful orgasm which shook her entire body. The aftermath of the powerful orgasm left her body trembling while Frank continued to pound her pussy. The rest of the encounter was a blur. When Frank needed to cum, he pulled his cock out and came inside of Lori's mouth. Lori didn't need any instructions. She instinctively opened her mouth and accepted every drop. Swallowing everything. Then she sucked him clean. After the orgasm she felt, she no longer cared about who Frank was. She just wanted to thank the man who gave her the orgasm. It was Cutter's turn to fuck afterwards. He also had the same sadistic grin on his face. When he fucked, he wasn't gentle. Cutter shoved himself inside of Lori's pussy. She screamed, and he didn't care. His large cock was painful, but Lori was aroused enough to accommodate anyone. Before long, she was screaming, begging for him to fuck even harder. And he did. Cutter ravished Lori's pussy in a way that she never thought was possible. The room echoed with the loud slapping noises of his crotch slamming against Lori's body, along with her loud moans and cries. Cutter knew exactly what she liked. He pinched both of her nipples at the same time. His fingers were strong, and Lori cried out loud from the intense mixture of pain & pleasure. Lori screamed near the top of her lungs. Then she came so hard that she momentarily passed out. She faintly remembered waking up with Cutter standing over her, jerking off furiously, and he shot his cum all over her face like she was a worthless whore. She simply closed her eyes and didn't say a word. Moments later, Lori felt her wrists & ankles being untied. She opened her eyes and saw that the men were already dressed. Frank had a small stack of cash, which he promptly tossed on top of Lori's naked body. "That was the best fuck I've had in a long time," Frank smiled. "You've earned this." "The bitch sucks cock like a pro," Cutter added. Frank agreed with a laugh, and they both left. Lori closed her eyes, and her mind drifted away. She never got the answer she was looking for. Did those two assholes know that I'm a detective? At that point, it didn't matter anymore. She had enough powerful orgasms to last for the rest of her year. She spread her arms and legs. Then she closed her eyes and enjoyed the remainder of her orgasmic bliss. *** Lori awoke, still naked in bed. She had no idea how long she had slept. Joe Torrino was sitting on the bed caressing her hair. "Do you believe me now?" Joe asked, still caressing her hair. "I'll always take good care of you. You've already made over three thousand dollars. If you keep this up, you could quit your day job." "I...love...my...day...job..." she groaned while still recovering. "Will you continue to work here for me?" Lori thought for a moment. "Did you tell those two men that I'm a detective?" "Of course not." "No one can ever know. Ever." "If that's what it takes to keep you happy, of course. But I'm a good businessman, and I think it's time that I sampled the merchandise." "Anything you want," she replied. Joe stood up and unzipped his pants to free his erection. He positioned himself over Lori's face as she remained laying down. Then he inserted himself inside of her mouth. Lori gladly accepted it and began to suck her new boss wholeheartedly. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.