Stripped Of Her Badge Ch 04

This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story is a bit different from my usual fare. To be clear, this is a story where the woman cheats on her man. But a lot of my usual themes are present. There is betrayal, seduction, and heartbreak. It features huge tits and big cocks. And don't expect a happy ending. This is a story about cops and criminals... such stories aren't always pretty. The good characters have shades of darkness, and the bad have shades of appeal. One other thing to point out, as it has come up from time to time, the villain of this story is quite arrogant. Over the years, I've noticed some readers bristle at characters like that, so be warned. If you don't enjoy stories featuring arrogant antagonists, this story won't be for you. So, for those who think they can handle a story like this, go forward.

Additionally, this story is a LONG one, even for me. You have my permission to skip around if you don't want to get too in the weeds. This story is a slow-burn over multiple chapters that ratchets up the tension until it explodes. Not every chapter features sex, but there are heated moments throughout that build up to the main event. If that doesn't sound like your cup of tea, just don't say you weren't warned.

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Even though it was before sunrise on Monday morning as Monica walked quickly down the street towards the gym in her brand-new outfit, even though she was mostly covered up by a black zip-up hoodie to disguise her most attention-grabbing features, she could feel eyes on her every step of the way. She felt so exposed. So naked.

It had been a long time since she'd felt this way... a long time.

This is why she tried to keep her new gym clothes covered up for as long as possible. She didn't want any more attention than necessary. She knew what it felt like to be stared at so shamelessly. She didn't want to be leered at or judged. She didn't want men gawking at her. She didn't want to be made to feel like a sex object. This sensation stirred memories that she'd been tamping down and trying to forget for years. She never wanted to be evaluated solely on her good looks. Monica didn't want the way people viewed her to be based solely on her immaculate, heart-shaped ass and massive, gravity-defying breasts, even though it would be so easy to do so, as her stacked and luscious body would be rightly judged as superior to most other women. In fact, it took a certain strength of character for her to go through life denying the power her perfect breasts and insane ass had over men. She'd always wanted to succeed based on her mind, not her body. Her accomplishments, not her measurements.

Despite how tempting it might be to take the easy route, she'd worked hard for years to stay on the righteous path, regardless of the many temptations. She knew the dangers well. She could still remember the satisfying buzz she'd once felt, long ago, when her mind turned off and her body turned on and became the center of attention. She was young, and slightly naive, and there were many potential paths laid out before her... but luckily, she chose the right way forward, not just in her career, but in life. And Monica had spent the years since rejecting the idea that she was ever actually tempted to go the wrong direction, devoting herself to a virtuous future built on hard work, clean living, and the rejection of a frivolous, easy existence.

But even that path had led her to the same endpoint.

She'd made all the right choices, done all the right things, oriented herself so she was committed to a just cause at all times. Yet, she had ended up exactly in the spot she'd wanted to avoid, the path she'd done everything in her power to steer away from. The things she actually wanted to be known for didn't matter. Despite a distinguished career in the police and countless commendations, all that anyone else saw was her perfectly shaped ass and gigantic breasts. She'd done everything by the book, she'd stayed clean, but clearly, both paths went the same way. No matter which way she turned, it seemed as if her destiny was to end up in tight clothes, showing skin for the sole benefit of men.

Or in this case, one specific man.

Yet, it felt like EVERY man she passed by on the street could see her, as exposed as she felt. Maybe it was all mostly in her head as she marched towards her gym, not as bad as she made it out to be... but she knew it wasn't going to get better once she reached her destination.

Monica was going to be even MORE exposed in front of David. She was going to get nothing but his lecherous attention. She was going to be leered at by a man that she despised, who nonetheless seemed frustratingly effective at stirring up... strange feelings within herself. David wouldn't hold back. He'd stare at her like a sex object. He'd talk to her like one. And with enough time around that smug, annoying, masculine, well-built young man, Monica would start to feel like one, too. She hated how that prick made her self-control slip, and the fact that it had happened more than once made her afraid of what would happen now that she'd agreed to spend every morning at the gym with him.

She just had to focus. Control herself. Remember who she truly was, even as she worked to project a different version of herself. Monica was going undercover, but she had to hold onto her true nature. Monica had done this once before and made it through. She could do it again.

Stepping into the gym, her sneakers squeaked on the floor, echoing loudly in the otherwise empty interior. Well... mostly empty, as seated facing the door on a gym bench sat David, waiting patiently for her to arrive, not wanting to miss it. Monica had to go shopping to find just the right outfits to meet the young man's approval, spending a fair amount of money in the process, as the market for sexy, skimpy female gymwear was a hot one. But David... all he had to do was pull on a tight, flattering, dark blue t-shirt and matching blue basketball shorts, and he looked spectacular. She could see his pecs and even his rippling abs through the thin t-shirt. As always, things seemed so easy for David.

He smiled in appreciation as he looked her over. Even as she attempted to cover herself up, her look had improved a thousand-fold. On her feet were a new pair of sneakers, black and white, a bit basic. While he tended to prefer his women wearing bright, flashy eye-catching colors, David knew it was still early on in this process. Plus, it seemed to match her outfit, so he gave her a pass for now. On her legs were a pair of leggings that were extra tight, charcoal gray, but with a stippling reminiscent of television static. Unlike the leggings she'd worn before, which seemed old, worn out, and boring, these were sexy and stylish. And they were fucking painted on her spectacular legs, her calves and thighs perfectly showcased. But on her upper half, her look retained its previous dreary modesty, at least for the moment, as a thin, baggy, zip-up hoodie hid her ample chest and torso from him.

Monica gave David a scowl as she swiped her keycard at front desk, then she moved to march past him towards the locker room to drop off her things. As soon as her intentions were clear, he moved to act, lifting one hand to get her attention, stopping her in her tracks. Gritting her teeth, she obeyed his wishes and halted, stepping back to look down at him, lips pursed in frustration.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," David chuckled, rising smoothly from the bench to stand in front of her, blocking her path with his tall, lean, muscular frame. She looked up at him now, annoyed but nonetheless complying.

"What?" she finally spat out, annoyed but not letting herself get too frustrated. David grinned.

"Look, I know your routine here," he smiled. "You go in the locker room, stash your gym bag and your stuff, take off your hoodie. But you've clearly finally put some work into your outfit, and I don't want to miss the grand reveal! So please... go ahead," he indicated, gesturing for her to take off her sweater right here and give him the honor of being there when she finally revealed the new gymwear he'd pressured her to purchase.

Monica stared him down. Every fiber of her being wanted to deny this motherfucker the privilege. It had been a long time since she'd chosen to dress in such an... overt manner. She didn't want it to be solely for David Delvecchio's benefit. But... she was at work. She was going undercover as a woman who secretly liked what David was putting her through. A woman who liked the attention, despite her claims otherwise. Who got a twisted pleasure in exposing herself for men. And that version of herself had to do what David wanted, even though the real Monica OBVIOUSLY didn't want to. This version would scowl, stare daggers into him, but nonetheless comply and give him exactly what he wanted... a little mini strip-tease to start the morning.

Doing just that, her eyes bore holes into the younger man as he sat back on the bench, waiting for her to act. Never looking away from him, she let her gym bag fall to the floor next to her. He held her gaze as she acted, watching as her fingers moved towards the zipper of thin sweater-jacket. Not wanting to draw this out, Monica acted quickly. With a rough yank, she tugged the zipper down sharply over her chest. A hint of the goods contained within became visible immediately, but it wasn't until she shrugged off the jacket and dropped it onto the floor on top of her bag did David finally get a good look at what she had been hiding.

And even a man as confident as David almost shuddered at the sight finally being offered to him.

David had expected that she'd try to get around his demands by picking something a little more stylish, but still conservative. But he was VERY pleasantly surprised by what he saw. Gone was the boring, loose, ratty top she normally wore at the gym. And in its place, a stylish and revealing sports-bra top that seemed to prioritize sex appeal over support and function. It was made of the same charcoal-gray material as her leggings. It seemed like it was maybe half-a-size too small, and on a woman as busty as Detective Monica Palmer, the sports bra was straining to contain her oversized rack. The skintight fabric molded around the fronts of her big, bulging breasts, keeping them in place as best it could. It covered a fair expanse of her round, heavy boobs, as it kept those giant smooth udders of hers tightly compacted and locked in place, but there was just too much breast-flesh to be contained, and the plunging neckline left a fair amount that couldn't help but be left exposed to David's gaze.

The upper slopes of her mountainous melons were left exposed, allowing the young man to finally get a true peek at the goods. Smooth and luscious expanses of succulent, creamy skin, their curves so incredible. They were almost literally perfect. The upper edge of the material dug into the pillowy flesh ever so slightly, her breasts threatening to ooze over the neckline. For a lot of women, the four or five inches of cleavage on display would be considered lewd, but for her, compared to what she could be showing, it was clear how much restraint she was demonstrating, even as she put herself on display more than she had in a long time. However, even with all that restraint, her cleavage was absolutely insane!

David marveled at the sight. This chick had been so buttoned-up and professional when they first met, and the fact that he'd worn her down and gotten her to show off her cleavage only justified his brash arrogance. He savored every inch of the sight being presented to him. The divine slopes converging downwards pulled his eyes between her big tits, consuming his gaze. Her two massive breasts were pressed together snugly, and the way those fat, fleshy jugs pressed into each was fucking mouthwatering. The fact that she normally showed so little skin made the sight of her divine cleavage feel so rewarding, and that there was SO much more of the cavernous crevasse between her tits hidden from him behind the top only drove his need to see it all someday soon. To personally experience and defile those massive fucking tits in all the best, most intimate ways. The detective's giant rack would be his property by the end of this. David had no doubt about that.

He did his best to rip his focus from her enormous melons, but it came at a great struggle. Yet everything else being showcased was sexy as well, so there was no bad place on her body to look upon. The straps of the sports bra dug into her shoulders, and her lithe, taut arms were left bare. Just seeing so much breast-flesh on display was exciting enough, but it didn't compare to what else was being shown off. The sports bra contained her tits and covered nothing else, leaving her trim, flat midriff totally exposed. Her tummy was taut, indicating her commitment to fitness, even showing a hint of abs. Impressive, for a woman of her age. But the best part was the sight of her sexy navel, exposed to him for the first time. That simp partner of hers had spent years working with this chick, but David doubted the cop had ever seen her dressed like this for him. He'd never seen this much of her body. Not once, not ever.

Again, his eyes drifted upwards, staring once more at her rack. David could appreciate every inch of a woman, every delightful quality both external and internal, but for all the high-minded things like that a man could claim about women, David didn't hide his tastes in the slightest. He loved a pair of huge, perfect tits more than anything. There was nothing in life quite as satisfying as sinking his hands into a pair of massive, flawless, squeezable breasts. It was better than anything. Especially in cases like these, where those immaculate tits seemed forever out of reach. Winning the battle of wills and earning the right to sink his fingers into his target's luscious breast-flesh... that's what he lived for. And Monica... she had proven to be his toughest target yet, and by the same token, easily his favorite. He was enjoying their contest of wills, her impressive resistance to his charms... And that would make his victory all the sweeter when he finally got his hands against those perfect melons and sunk his fingers into the smooth, luscious flesh... or when he felt them squash his massive cock between their pillowy softness and drive him to ecstasy.

Regaining control of himself, he looked up and met Monica's unamused glare. She sneered at his naked admiration of her sexy gymwear, her big breasts and deep cleavage. Smirking at her, he lifted up two fingers and twirled them in the air, indicating she should turn around and show him her backside. She rolled her eyes, but she obeyed, spinning slowly to let him appraise her from behind. Immediately, David's eyes zeroed in on the detective's spectacular ass. Despite his preference for big tits, he couldn't deny the appeal of an amazing rear end. And despite having become well-acquainted with that ass of hers during their last encounter at the gym, this was the first time he was able to get a really good look.

Her outfit went above and beyond what he expected... again. The tight material clung to the firm, full cheeks, molding to them, showcasing that perfect ass. Although she'd never admit it, he had no doubt she took pride in that ass. And despite the scowl on her face, he knew that on some level she was delighted for the excuse to show it off.

It has been sculpted to perfection, round and perky and juicy, vaulting out from her slim body. Years of squats and a disciplined exercise routine had yielded a jutting, shelf-like, perfectly heart-shaped ass. She probably figured her intense workout routine was to keep her body in tip-top shape for the job, but in truth, all that work was for the true purpose of stiffening cock. And considering she'd kept that firm, tight booty under wraps up till this point, and only with David's encouragement did she put it on display like this, you could argue that all the years of work she'd put in was for the sole purpose of stiffening David's cock only. Seeing her in this outfit had his cock hard from the moment she'd walked in and revealed that she'd complied with his wishes. Seeing her ass like this was merely the final capper, the sight making his already rock-hard cock throb and tent the front of his gym shorts.

That being said, one thing caught his trained eyes that somewhat diminished the sight in front of him.

"Detective..." David voiced, trying to get her attention, indicating for her that it was okay to turn around, but Monica couldn't hear him. She was lost in her own world.

From the moment she undid her jacket and revealed herself to him in this outfit, the experienced detective retreated into herself. That was what she'd always done in moments like this when undercover. It was best to cling to who she was as a person at her core than as the person she was pretending to be, because sometimes, especially in situations like this, it was SO easy to forget.

This was at the nucleus of why she was so nervous about all this. About wearing skimpy clothes and inviting the gaze of men upon her body. It wasn't that she didn't know she looked good. It wasn't that this was all so against her foundation of beliefs. It wasn't that she hated dressing like this. No, not at all.

The truth was... she LOVED it.

It did things to her. It drove her crazy. It made her body feel alive in a way nothing else could. Perhaps it was because it was all so out of character for her that she always reacted to it so strongly. Monica hated dressing up because she knew she looked fucking SPECTACULAR whenever she did so. She did everything she could to avoid wearing overly sexy outfits because she always enjoyed it a little too much whenever she did it. She did her best to avoid the attention of men not because she was repulsed by it but because she craved it. As soon as she received a glance, a look, an admiring stare, her heart would start racing, and her blood would pump faster. Her nerves would light up with satisfaction, and her body would get very, VERY excited. She hated that there was this side of her buried somewhere within herself. She did her best to push it even deeper down. Suppress it at all costs.

There were moments where it flared up, and she felt deep resentment whenever it happened. She was a tough, hard-ass detective, with a reputation as someone not to be screwed with. Her peers, the criminals she chased, if any of them knew that this seasoned, distinguished, ice-cold detective had latent bimbo tendencies, everything she built herself up as would be lost. That's what she called it internally... her 'bimbo tendencies.' She grew up in a blue-collar family, a family of cops. If any of them knew the level of satisfaction she got out of dressing up all skimpy and girly, she'd lose their respect. If her colleagues knew, she'd be a joke. If Joel knew... he'd never be able to look at her the same way. He clearly loved the image of herself she'd worked so hard to project. He'd be let down if she turned out to be some bimbo.

As much as she hated to admit it, David seemed to have locked in on that side of her from the fucking moment they first met. He viewed her like a bimbo in the making, and had treated her like one every step of the way. Every time he looked at her, she felt so naked, as if he could see the side of herself she kept hidden from everyone else. Perhaps that was why, in those moments where they'd had extended physical contact, and he'd pushed his luck with her, she responded so strongly. No one had ever treated her like this. No one had the gall to impose themselves on her like this. No one had the confidence to think they had a chance. No one had the balls to treat her like that.