The undercover operation felt like the perfect storm because everything seemed far too easy. And in her experience, it was usually the perfect plans that led to the biggest disasters. Taking down a criminal organization is never simple.
Detective Elana Martinez had assumed the secret identity of a high value female target. Someone of great importance to the criminal underworld.
Now here she was, at an exclusive resort in Miami, sprawled across a lounge chair by the pool wearing nothing but a barely-there bikini that highlighted her natural curves. Margaritas and fresh fruit were being served to her by the staff.
She took a moment to enjoy the sounds of the other guests having conversations or diving into the pool. They were completely unaware that this resort was owned by a crime syndicate. And it was a great money laundering operation, too.
A short distance away, just around the corner of this extensive property, she could hear the sounds of people having sex in the open air. This was one of the perks of an exclusive resort. People could do as they pleased, which included having exhibitionist sex in the pools or spa areas.
Before taking this job, she was on the verge of retirement from the police department. She had already accepted an offer working for her sister's design company. Sure, it would be a much less exciting lifestyle, but the money was good and there was little stress.
As fate should have it, she was the only woman who could do this job. Being a middle-aged Latina with the right figure made her the perfect fit. This was a joint-operation with the FBI and the stakes were enormous.
Her concentration broke when an employee of the resort approached her in an unassuming way.
"Ma'am, your appointment is ready," the employee said casually.
Elana maintained the bitch-face of a spoiled rich woman. "Good. Take me there."
"Please, follow me."
She got up and covered her body with a thin embroidered wrap and slipped her feet into designer sandals.
To anyone else, it sounded like a massage appointment or anything relating to the many high-end services this place provided. But it wasn't. Together, they went inside the hotel and took the elevator down to the lower floor. This was a major step towards the detective's penetration into a criminal network.
When the elevator door opened, the atmosphere was totally different from the rest of the hotel. Here, there were blue lights which were dimmed and soft music played in the background. There were hot tubs large enough for groups to use in private, presumably for sex.
They went further down the walkway. There was a door that required a password, which the employee entered.
Inside that room was dark, with blue lights, and what looked like a small pool. Nothing else.
"Remove your clothes," the employee said. "You'll swim in the pool. There's a short tunnel in the water that will take you to the secret room. That's where the main computer is."
"Sure. We can never be too careful about things."
Elana stepped out of her sandals and pulled her embroidered wrap away, letting it fall to the floor since there was nowhere else to put it. She was about to dive into the pool before she was stopped.
"Ma'am, you'll have to remove everything," the employee said calmly. "No bikini. You'll need to be naked and I'll have to give you an inspection."
She gave a bitch-face and glared for a moment. "Excuse me?"
"New security measures. I'm certain you must have been informed of this at some point."
Elena had been briefed on a lot of things, but not this. At that very moment, she could imagine the female prisoner laughing in a small cell, knowing the kind of surprise the detective was going through.
Nonetheless, she was here to do a job. Although getting naked is never part of anything a detective would sign up for, at least no one would know about this. Everything happening here was unrecorded and the employee, who'd be the only witness, wouldn't be arrested.
Detective Martinez kept her game face and pulled her bikini top away. Her role was being a powerful crime figure who was accustomed to accessing this computer, so she acted the part, showing no fear whatsoever. The bottom came off next.
She stood completely naked before this unphased employee. Her brown skin still shining from the tan and sunscreen. Her curves on full display. And her dark nipples even turned hard from the small rush of excitement she got from this.
"Happy?" she asked, hands on her hips.
"Turn around and bend over. Once everything checks out, then I'll be happy."
A smile crept across her lips as she turned around. She had to admire the dedication of this bland looking employee, who appeared accustomed to dealing with powerful figures in the underworld.
Once bent over, she spread her butt cheeks to get this over with. There was no point in arguing anyway. No one would ever know she did this, and this was one small detail she'd gladly leave out of her reports and debriefings.
A finger prodded her vaginal and rectal area for recording devices. When nothing was found, she was given a gracious smile, along with clearance to use the computer.
Elana dove into the pool. Underneath the water was a small tunnel and she swam through it. On the other side, she emerged from the water, into an empty room that was dimly lit. Nothing was there except for a table, a chair, and a computer.
With water dripping from her naked body, she sat in front of the computer and had access to a fully encrypted network. This was where international drug gangs communicated and listed their routes, prices, and distribution methods. Using a method like this was a lot safer than meeting in person or using other forms of electronics, but it made them vulnerable to women like Detective Martinez.
She always had an excellent memory and she tried to remember as much as she could, repeating key points in her mind. There were tens of thousands of different messages and she focused on what she could. An undercover job like this was left to her discretion.
'You people are fucked,' she whispered beneath her breath, taking a final round of memorization from the screen.
Her role was essentially that of an IT (information-technology) woman. Someone who made sure the computer and mainframe ran smoothly. It was clever to have a woman do this job, she thought, because no one would ever suspect a woman of having this much knowledge about the system.
Returning to the other side, she was greeted by the employee who was holding an outstretched towel for her.
"Such good service," she smiled, wiping water from the eyes as she stepped out of the water naked.
"Anything for you. Will you be returning? Or is the job complete?"
"I want another look tomorrow. I'll come up with a specific plan to find security flaws in this system. Once I'm satisfied, then I'm done."
Elana kept her hands up while the employee wiped her body dry with the towel. She put her bikini on, and while still feeling titillated from her nudity, she went straight to her suite to transmit the information.
***
Diego leaned back and took a puff of his Cuban cigar while watching the monitor. Not many people on the hotel staff knew what this office was for, because this was a very unofficial job from the hotel's upper-management.
The man's dark, cold eyes examined the naked woman on the screen, watching this woman drive into the water to perform maintenance on the organization's computer. In this line of work, everyone must be closely watched.
