"All it takes is a little girl sway here and wiggle there. Shake that ass and give them an eyeful of those tits. You're going to start something out there, girl," Janine laughed, as she led Alexia in the next step in her training.
"It's a matter of using those assets to your advantage while on the stage or giving a lap dance. Remember, it's all a show. You're in control and no one touches you. There will be security there to enforce that rule. Anyway, you're a natural, Alex. You've got the body for this. Just go as far as you can and get them hot. Don't forget, your real job is to learn all that is necessary to earn the trust of Inna."
"With all you know about them, why not just go in and bust them?"
"For a few reasons. They are so well connected that by the time the arrest would take place, they'd have cleared out the place. We determined a while back that the only way to stop this was to bring down the kingpins from the inside. That's where we come in and what this training is all about."
"Remember, be aware, keep alert, and stay alive," Janine added, as she told the young rookie about all the sexuality she needed to put on display, and how to do it right. Alexia was scared and uncertain what the future might bring, but she was committed to the assignment and bringing down the filth that would enslave these young women into a life of drugs and prostitution.
Alex was so focused on what Janine was saying that she completely forgot she was standing in the middle of the room naked. However, it wasn't unnoticed by Frank and Tom. She had their undivided attention. Janine demonstrated her lap-dance technique by going to Tom, leaning forward, and pushing his face between her huge tits, then shaking them like she was spanking his cheeks.
Frank looked panicky when Alexia approached him to emulate Janine's movements. Her breasts were a little smaller, but Frank didn't seem to mind with those perfect globes pressed in his face. In fact, Frank couldn't resist his desires and broke the rules by cupping her tits, engulfing her hardened nipple between his lips.
"Stop it right there, Frank! You know the rules!" Janine said sternly, looking directly at him with a frown.
Frank appeared as frustrated as a man could be, but Alexia on the other hand was enjoying the new found power of her sexuality. She was quickly becoming the queen of tease, and Frank was her victim. His cock was so hard it wanted to tear right through his trousers. He tried to maintain a sense of professionalism, but that was proving impossible.
"That's enough of that!" Janine announced, pulling away and dancing solo in front of Tom. "You want to build them up so they want more," she added, as she turned and swayed back and forth erotically to the music.
Alexia followed suit and danced like she had been doing this her whole life. Frank stared, helpless and mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. This little vixen owned the moment and owned him.
Next, Janine backed toward Tom, straddling his legs and squatting down while she rubbed her pussy lips on his formidable erection, separated by only a thin layer of fabric. She undulated to the music, sliding back and forth on his rock-hard cock. The whole time, Alexia mimicked Janine's actions moving to the rhythm of the music.
Both men were delirious with lust after five minutes of this torture. Tom leaned back with his eyes closed in a trance.
"Oh god, I can't take this any more," Frank pleaded, as his urge to cum was building rapidly.
Alexia raised her firm, round butt just inches from his face, allowing Frank to view her glistening wet, swollen pussy covered by only a thin strip of wet material. She was so close, Frank could smell the aroma of her arousal, and he desperately wanted to stick out his tongue to taste it. This pushed him over the top, and he involuntarily started ejaculating in his pants.
"Oh, fuck! You bitch! You made me mess myself!" Frank lamented. Alexia paraded around, raising her arms in victory. Janine and Tom were laughing hysterically.
"Damn, girl. I think you figured that out fast—loved the improvisation," Janine applauded.
"That's not bad for a first day. Alex, you did well. Let's go up and get dressed, then we can all talk."
-oOo-
After a while, the girls came downstairs dressed in their casual attire, but Frank could not look at the two women without seeing them naked in his mind. He had to keep reminding himself this was business, and necessary for their mission. Frank and Tom had talked while the girls were changing. Tom shared some more details about this operation. He had been with Janine for two years, about the time she had agreed to increase her involvement and risk getting closer to the big bosses. Tom posed as her pimp and body guard, but they were more. They were as close as lovers could be. He also revealed that Janine was in desperate need of detox. She started the drugs openly to convince the others she was authentic. They knew no FBI agent would do meth.
"So, are you boys calmed down enough to talk?" Janine inquired, pulling the chairs into a circle.
"Who else is involved in this operation?" Frank asked, opening the discussion.
Janine looked at Tom as if she wanted him to answer, and after a thoughtful pause, he replied, "Look around this room. Whoever you see here is the entire thing. We are it. Except for Greer and the two gentlemen you met at the office, of course. However, we are the whole field operation and they are just logistical support. As far as the department is concerned, this operation doesn't exist."
Then Janine added, "I am team leader. Nothing happens without my knowledge. If you notice, we are all single and paired together purposefully. Outside people are a risk and liability. We are each others lifeline."
Alexia raised her hand like she was in school and asked Janine, "Who exactly are we targeting? "
"That is not an easy question to answer because there is a consortium of players we are dealing with. The levels we're presently aware of go deeper, but the leads are thin at this point," Janine thoughtfully explained, then continued. "The ones we know about are Lorenzo Giovanni (the butcher). He runs the gambling and protection racket. He is as sadistic and brutal as they come. His front is a butcher shop. Then there is Jerome (the mule) Johnson. He is the boss of the drugs and local prostitution, and you can probably guess where the 'mule' nickname comes from. His equipment is legendary. He keeps the black gangs in line, but there is a turf war presently going on between the blacks and Mexicans over the sale of crystal-meth. We need to gain more information on the suppliers and distribution."
"Is that it? That's all we have?" Frank asked.
"No! There is more, much more. This whole complex investigation seems to end up at the feet of a Russian kingpin named Viktor Grekov. He is heavily involved in the international sex slave trade and Russian mafia. His wife, Inna, runs the club and manages the girls. Los Angeles has been inundated by thousands of foreign prostitutes—most of them underage. Last but not least, none of this would be possible without crooked cops, judges, and politicians. One of the main players here is Sergeant Mike McNeal. I think you are familiar with him."
"Yeah, I never liked that ass-hole. I don't trust him or his task force," Frank said, with an angry expression.
"Greer has known about Mike for a while," Tom spoke up. "But he has been kept on a tight leash, knowing we could use him when the time is right. Greer has a plan that will let you get in on Mike's operation. He said he wanted to go over the details with you later. Frank, your main assignment is to infiltrate McNeal's operation."
"That's nearly an impossibility seeing how McNeal and I don't exactly have a friendly relationship."
"Like I said, Greer has a plan that will take care of that. He will give you the details," Tom instructed.
"That's it for today, people. We meet in Greer's office tomorrow at 0-900. I think I have to take care of Tom's problem that has just popped up," Janine said with a coy smile, as she sat down in Tom's lap.
-oOo-
The ride down the elevator to the parking garage was uncomfortable to say the least. Frank and Alexia had no idea what to say to each other after the events of the evening. She fumbled with her handbag and he stood slightly behind her so they wouldn't make eye contact. The elevator dinged as it reached the parking level. After a pause, the doors slowly opened and Alexia bolted from the elevator toward her Mustang. Frank caught up with her and yanked her by the arm, spinning her around to face him. After a slight pause, their lips crushed together as he kissed her with all the passion that had built up in him for the last three hours. Alex gave no resistance and responded in kind. Nothing was said. All the dialogue was expressed in that one kiss, like they were trying to suck in the very essence of life from each other. In their embrace, they were completely oblivious to the older couple passing by them.
"Get a room!" The old lady exclaimed.
That instantly brought Alexia back to reality. What am I doing? she thought to herself, as she withdrew from Frank's lips and turned to leave.
"Where are you going, young lady? We have some unfinished things to attend to," he smiled.
"Frank... that was all business."
"I'm sure it was, and I suggest we finish that business at my place."
"Just because I play a whore doesn't mean I am one, Buster!" she stated, pushing him back.
"I tell you what," he sighed. "It's late and we haven't eaten. Let me take you to dinner and we will discuss what happened today and what might be our future."
"So let me get this right. You plan on taking me to McDonalds for a late dinner, and then I am going to fuck you for giving me such a nice meal?" she said sarcastically, staring in his face.
