Holiday Loving - Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Ch. 06
Mandy goes undercover to help police break a drug ring
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This chapter 6 of this series. It makes more sense to read chapters 1 to 5 first, but this is not essential.
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Tony sat across from me as we sipped our coffee.
"This is a very sensitive operation," he continued, "If anyone finds out that I'm an undercover cop it will not end well. The only reason I'm here is because I need a female assistant to accompany me and none of the female cops in the precinct are willing to do this work for personal reasons. The problem is that undoubtedly sexual acts will take place and all our female cops are married. So instead of finding a female cop willing to take part in sexual acts, I thought finding a sex worker willing to pose as the partner of an undercover cop may be easier. So, I guess it's up to you now. Mandy, are you willing to accompany me to a sex club in order that I may try to infiltrate the group of drug sellers we believe is working within this facility?"
I looked at Stan and Gloria, both of whom were looking expectantly at me.
"It's up to you, babe," said Stan, "It's possibly got some risks, more so for Tony than for you. I know you'll be able to handle the sex bits, but it could get a bit nasty if Tony's made as a cop. That's when he will cover for you by denying that you knew anything about his real work, and of course you also will deny that and express horror that he duped you. But it really is up to you."
I looked at Tony, not his real name of course; he was handsome, well-built, seemed sexy and if I'd been asked on a date by him I'd have had no hesitation in accepting, and expecting a pretty good performance in bed afterwards. Hell, I would probably have done it for free. The element of danger, while possibly slight, was nonetheless present. Did that encourage me or turn me off? Probably encourage, I thought. I realized I was usually pretty quick witted, was able to talk my way out of most sticky situations, was encouraged by the manner in which I'd handled the two blackmail situations, which had the potential to become nasty, so I made up my mind.
"Yes, I'll do it, but on one condition only," I replied.
"What is that condition?" asked Tony.
"You're making our relationship out to be a sham, something that can be seen by others to be real but which is actually not. Do you have a girlfriend or lover at present?"
"Ah, no, I really haven't got time for one."
"I thought as much. So, the condition is that we allow ourselves the opportunity to fall in love. We date, we fuck, we sleep together, we act as normal, sexy girl and boy friends do for a few weeks at least, then when we've finished thinking of one another as partners in some Keystone Cops movie and are thinking of each other as friends and lovers, we will have the instincts that will allow us to go unnoticed in a sex club. Until then our actions and reactions will be stiff and controlled. I'd actually prefer something else stiff and controlled when we're there."
"But what about Neil?" asked Gloria, "I thought you two were pretty tight."
"Yes, we are, and he's pestering me to marry him. But I haven't responded to that request yet. If I do agree it will only be when he realizes who the me is that he's marrying. I refuse to be tied down to one man; if he wants me then he takes me as I am: sexually promiscuous. So maybe this is the best thing that could happen because it will let him know that he's not the only man in my life and that even after we marry, if we marry, I'll still continue my normal work."
Gloria sat back in her seat, apparently by my revelation. I looked back at Tony expectantly as he thought about my offer and condition. Eventually he made up his mind.
"Ok, I'll accept that condition. How do you see it taking place?"
"Well, either you move in with me or I move in with you. Probably me moving in with you would be better as that would probably be what would be expected if we were just meeting and growing our relationship. Remember, as you should know, the streets have eyes and ears, so we have to make it seem as natural as possible."
"Well, there could be a problem there. I only have a one bedroom flat so you'd need to sleep on the sofa, or I would."
I burst out laughing. "A one bedroom flat is perfect, but make sure you have a queen or king size bed. Naturally we'll be sleeping together. Remember, we're making this real."
"Oh. That real." He paused, letting the new reality sink in. At last he smiled. "That's cool by me," he said, looking me up and down and unconsciously running his tongue over his lips. I wondered how far I should push him.
"What have you got planned for this afternoon?" I asked.
"I've set the whole day aside for this project; in fact, until the project is completed, this is my work. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I figure that the sooner we become lovers the better, so how about a romp in the hay before lunch?"
I laughed out loud again at the expressions that passed across Tony's face. He turned beet red, looked towards Stan and Gloria, noticed they were grinning, looked back at me, still chuckling from his reaction and realized the reality of what he'd agreed to. We were partners in all senses of the word, or we were nothing and he'd have to devise another plan.
"Ok, darling, you're on. Just one final time, you are sure about this, aren't you?"
"Yes, honey, very sure. Now come and show me what you've got, big boy."
I stood and walked to him, offering him my hand and together we walked hand in hand to my bedroom. Once inside I closed the door and took him in my arms. He awkwardly wrapped his arms around me and we hugged for a few minutes, acquainting ourselves with how the other smelt and felt as we pressed our bodies together. I recognized a stirring in my crotch as I felt his cock beginning to harden and determined to investigate further very soon. I turned my face up to him and pursed my lips, inviting him to kiss me, which he did, tentatively at first then with more commitment and sexual energy after I pulled his head downward with my hand cupped behind it. After a very short time we were tongue wrestling and exploring the insides of each other's mouths.
I lowered my hands and gripped his ass cheeks, then pulled his shirt up and slid my hands inside his trousers and shorts and cupped his ass. He took his cue from me and I felt him reciprocating, gripping my cheeks before he pulled my short skirt upwards until he could insert his hands inside my brief panties. His bare hands felt so good against my bare ass and I felt my pussy flushing with my feminine juices. I wanted him, soon; I just hoped he wanted me equally.
We broke the kiss and stepped away a small distance, looking at each other as we regained our breaths.
"No regrets about your decision?" he asked.
"Oh no, none at all. Any regrets about asking me?"
He smiled and I saw his tongue lick his lips again. "None," he grinned.
"Then for god's sake, strip me, darling, before I burst from frustration."
He quickly undid my shirt, then I unclipped my bra but let him remove it. Once he saw my naked breasts he leaned forward and kissed them, then took each nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, marvelling at their rapid engorgement. It was my turn, so I removed his tee shirt over his head then caressed his naked hairy chest, kissing his nipples and feeling a shudder passing through his body from the unfamiliar sensations. Then he reached behind me and unfastened my skirt, sliding the zipper downwards and allowing it to fall to the floor. He stepped back to take in the view of me standing there, wearing only my very brief G string panties. I noticed that there was a large swelling behind his pants zipper so unbuckled his belt then undid the button and zipper, allowing his trousers to fall around his thighs. His cock appeared huge in his shorts, so I pushed them down until his beautiful cock sprang free. I then knelt down and took him in my mouth, running my tongue around his helmet, tasting his precum while one hand pushed his trousers and shorts all the way down and the other cupped his balls.
Once his clothing was on the floor, he stepped out of it and backed away from me, then he lifted me to standing position once again and it was his turn to kneel in front of me as he slowly lowered my G string to the floor, holding it as I stepped out. I spread my legs further apart to allow him access to my private zone, and he leant forward and kissed my pussy, sliding his tongue between my lips and along my trench, tasting my juices, then moving it back to spend a few seconds licking my clit, which sent tumultuous sensations pouring through me. He then stood again and we embraced, both naked, his cock fitting between my thighs and pressing against my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his muscular neck, took my weight on them and wrapped my legs around his hips.
"Take me to bed, darling," I commanded.
He did and placed me on my back, leaning forwards over me as I refused to release my legs from where they were locked around him.
"Please fuck me, darling," I whispered into his ear.
