Stripped of Her Badge

(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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Despite how exciting her long-term undercover assignment was proving to be, Monica was increasingly feeling the pressure to bring the case to a close, hopefully sooner rather than later. At times when she had a clearer head, she could look back and see how far she'd strayed from her comfort zone, from the path she'd walked her entire career as a police officer, and she was left with the feeling that she was spending too much time undercover, forgetting who she really was. This was all... affecting her... far more than she expected. It was time to seek a payoff for all her hard work, so things could go back to normal again. And soon.

Over the next few days, the detective kept running the whole trajectory of her plan through her head over and over again to ensure her logic was sound. And as she did, she grew more and more confident it would work. And if she kept this going just a little longer, it would pay off. She knew it.

Upon his first meeting with the Monica and Joel, David had stated that all that would be needed to get him to talk would be a dinner with Monica. Obviously, the detective rejected his offer almost immediately. Later, based solely upon a silly rumor he'd heard secondhand, he altered the deal, stipulating that he would only talk if Monica did a striptease for him. A patently ridiculous and insulting offer, Monica dismissed it immediately, betting that good police work would get the job done instead.

But David proved to be a more elusive target than the two detectives had realized. And while Joel continued to pursue traditional police work, digging through evidence and old interview transcripts, Monica pivoted in her thinking. She hoped that by leaning into David's obvious attraction towards her and baiting him with her body, she could soften his resolve and convince him to de-escalate, back to his original offer. After everything that had happened between them already, a dinner with David would be easy.

Monica had been putting in the time with the young stud. She couldn't just try to flip the deal right away. He wasn't stupid. He'd reject it outright. She had to put in the work, make him think he was making progress with her. Let him think he'd gotten in her head, that he'd worked her to the degree that she was warming up to him, thinking about him and his body a lot, even dressing up for him. Convince him that a date would be all that he needed to seal the deal... and once that happened, and he gave up the goods, Monica could drop the act and be done with him. With the information he provided, she'd be able to bring him down, along with the rest of his criminal family.

She couldn't wait for the handcuffs to come out.

Monica kept her focus, her eyes on the goal. She reminded herself over and over again that this plan was working, and it was going to pay off. This whole investigation into the mayor's murder, the pursuit of David to get him to spill information about his brother's scheme... If Monica had her way, this story would end with a quiet, uneventful dinner, and NOT with her dancing naked in front of David, working it, showcasing the goods in the lewdest manner possible.

That was not going to happen.

She'd worked out with David the last few mornings before work without any major incidents, as any tension between them had cooled over time. They'd both grown familiar and comfortable around each other. Despite her efforts not to enjoy these encounters too much, she found her body really feeling that wonderful, post-gym burn that made it clear these were especially good workouts. Admittedly, David was an incredible physical specimen, but the detective kept up with him, matching his performance as best she could, at least until it reached the point where it came to raw strength, where he had the clear advantage. They worked out in unison, their bodies moving in sync, one helping the other when needed. Matching David's pace pushed Monica to her limits and beyond, making her feel vigorous and alive. And while the results were always positive, she was still understandably guarded around the younger man, as she knew he'd take advantage of any opportunity he could to ogle her body, or make physical contact.

She was in a tricky position. To succeed in her plan, she had to play into his desire for her, and she'd done just that. Things had reached the point where she deliberately gave him golden opportunities to stare at her body without consequence. She didn't make it obvious that she was doing it, but as she worked out next to David, she figured out the best ways to allow him to stare at her ass for as long as he wanted without fear of getting caught. She even found ways to let him stare without shame at her giant breasts while retaining plausible deniability that she didn't know what he was doing. But she did all this while promising herself that she would not end up in a position like when she was squatting with weights on her shoulders, where she was completely at his mercy. But despite this promise, she had to be forever vigilant, as the script could flip on her in a flash.

A moment like that came this very morning. When it came time for them to work the bench press, she helped out by spotting him, standing over his head, giving him a primo view of her crotch in very tight workout gear. He didn't even need the extra motivation... all it accomplished was giving him a good view of her body. When it came time to switch places, Monica gave him a stern look, waving him off when he offered to spot her. As she lay back on the bench, he kept a respectful distance. While the weights she was benching weren't quite what he'd lifted, it was admittedly more than she was used to. Nonetheless, she found herself well-equipped to handle such a load, smoothly bringing the bar down to her chest, resting on her jutting, pillowy breasts for a moment, then pressing the bar up again. As she did, she kept one eye on David, ensuring he kept his distance, and to his credit, he did just that. But as she did, she found her eyes landing on his bulge even as she lifted the weights. The sheer size of it arrested her vision again. She didn't know why, but the weights suddenly felt heavier, beyond what she could handle, and her arms shuddered in response. In a flash, she was in over her head.

"Uh... little help?" she requested. Immediately, David acted. Stepping forward, he stood over her, deftly placing his hands under the bar and assisting her the rest of the way up, until the weight was back on the rack. Through it all, Monica had no choice but to look directly up at the younger man's crotch. This was the closest her face had been to David's weapon. Through his thin shorts, its size felt even more apparent. And impressive. And from her position, she even got a few stray glimpses up the legs of his shorts, hoping for a glimpse at the goods but unfortunately not getting one. This missed opportunity left her repeatedly stealing looks at his bulge through the rest of their workout, as if trying to make up for what she'd missed out on.

The last time she'd gotten that close to the young punk's massive cock, she'd lost control of herself, rubbing her ass against it right out in the middle of the gym like a total bimbo. After she got away from it and cleared her head, she recognized that she was not immune to whatever power his loaded weapon was capable of. She promised to keep her distance, but she had failed in that vow this morning, willingly putting herself in a position to be given a face-first view of his sizable bulge. It was a series of small, split-second decisions which led to her being prone and at his mercy once again, all choices that she made without a second thought. Her worst instincts took over, and this brief encounter with his weapon had her drooling.

Thanks to this close call with his manhood, she found herself staring at it the entire morning, her eyes drawn to it. He was wearing these wonderful thin, dark-green workout shorts which left little to the imagination. If he was in action mode, the sight would be impressive, and if not, it would be even more impressive. At one point, later in the workout, he took off his shirt, and the sight of his sweaty torso, fit chest, and well-defined abs was almost enough to pull her stare from his bulge. But this sight also exposed the deep-v of musculature pointing directly at his crotch, and it practically guided her eyes right back down to his barely concealed manhood.

He even caught her looking one time, and the smug look he gave when she realized he'd noticed her staring sent a chill up her spine. She looked away, embarrassed, but in truth, she shouldn't be. He'd shamelessly stared at her body the entire time they'd known each other, and recently had gotten even better looks at her than she'd ever gotten of him. He'd taken every opportunity to stare directly into her deep canyon of cleavage every time they worked out, and he'd shown no regret for it when caught, openly continuing to stare even while she chided him for it. Her plan required her to invite such a lustful gaze, and frankly, despite knowing better, her body seemed to enjoy it. So, what if she got caught stealing a few quick, totally inadvertent glances at his seriously impressive manhood through his shorts? Why should she feel like she did something wrong? Why should she accept his judgment, or even her own? It was a classic double standard. David was allowed to get away with things that she could not. The rules that applied to most normal people like herself didn't apply to someone like him, not just because of his own overconfidence, but because he was a man and she was a woman. A man could look at a woman's body all he wanted, but when the tables were turned, and if a woman got caught ogling a man with lust in her eyes, that woman should feel judged for it? Societal pressure made it feel this way. On top of that, Monica's conservative, buttoned-up mindset that she'd adopted in order to make her way in a world of men left her feeling guilty whenever she lost control of herself in this way. She'd bottled up her sexual feelings her entire life, so those occasions when they arose out of her unbidden hit even harder, and left her feeling angry at herself for what she perceived as weakness.

But David clearly had no such qualms. He was comfortable with his sexual nature, so he had no shame in making his desires known. In that sense, she almost envied him, but she knew she could never be that type of person. The idea of being that person, especially after having a taste of it... it scared her. She could dress the part and pretend, as she had been doing these last few weeks, but that's as far as she could let herself go. And despite opening the door to desires she'd long kept buried, causing rushes of excitement she'd so rarely experienced, she was ready to close that door again at any time, button back up, and resume her normal day-to-day life. Perhaps that kind of self-repression wasn't the ideal she should aspire to, but it was her comfort zone, and being outside of it for such extended periods of time left her feeling more and more... naked.

And that feeling only excited her body more, hence her growing need to end this all soon, before it spun deeply out of control.

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Monica was unaware that Joel had made a habit out of parking outside the gym every morning, keeping an eye on his partner, making sure nothing too crazy happened. He was her backup in case the situation spiraled beyond her grasp in there. He would always be there for her.

He gave no indication to her that he was doing this when they worked their normal shifts together, but in his private moments, the fact that Monica was spending so much time with that punk continued to stew a boiling anger within him, and that only festered more and more as the days went on. This certainly wasn't helped by the taunting comments David had texted his way over the last few days.

"How does it feel knowing I'm closer to tapping her ass than you've ever been? It's just like I told you."

"Dude, she looked so fucking hot today! She ever dress like this for you?"

"Her tits were practically spilling out of her top today! It's funny that she lets me see so much, then covers them back up when she goes back to work with you."

"She was staring at my cock all morning! Bro, she's fucking gagging for it! It won't be much longer now..."

David always had his guards parked nearby, ensuring Joel wouldn't try anything. But Joel was there nonetheless, ready to protect his partner if the situation arose. And over the hours he just sat in his car, stewing in his own thoughts, watching it all play out from afar, he found himself growing more and more annoyed at Monica. Behaving like this, dressing up for David, giving that punk so much of what he wanted... what was she thinking? How could this be her master plan? He trusted her, he really did, but the fact that she was doing... THIS... without gathering her partner's support, hurt him a little bit. It was almost enough to make him question her motivations, and if there was more going on here than she would ever admit. He nonetheless placed his trust in her, but the longer this went on, the more aggravated he got.

And he blamed himself, at least partially. He and Monica had FINALLY become a thing. They'd kissed, they'd held hands. They'd gone on a date. The years of romantic tension and awkward, unspoken feelings were finally beginning to bloom. This was his every fantasy paying off. But due to the endless, tedious, unfulfilling work on this case, and having to shift schedules to care for his kid while Dana went on dates, he and Monica felt like they were on different wavelengths. This was partly on her for concocting this whole side-scheme, but it was also on Joel. Despite being assertive in his job, he sometimes struggled to have those same qualities carry over into his personal life. He should have pushed to keep things going. He shouldn't have let things stagnate. This was the woman he was in love with! If he wasn't gonna make his move now, then... when?

Regret, annoyance, frustration... Joel was a boiling pot of negative emotions, and he was having trouble keeping it hidden from Monica. She was so distracted, flouncing herself around for David, that she didn't seem to notice his growing annoyance. And this, in turn, only made him more frustrated. It was like... he knew this was an immature way of looking at things, but it felt like he was being friend-zoned by the hot girl in school as she found herself far more enraptured by the jock.

He felt bad for thinking this way, but this whole thing had awoken his deepest insecurities, and he was just as eager as his partner for the whole case to be brought to a close.

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The big day arrived without either of them seeing it coming. It was an unseasonably hot morning in Port Metro, but that fact only made it worse when Joel saw Monica appear near the gym. He had beaten her there, wanting to see her arrive, and arrive she certainly did. For the first time since he'd been showing up at the gym to keep an eye on her, her outfit had drastically changed. Instead of tight leggings, she had on a pair of short black workout shorts, which clung to her ass like they were painted on. She seemed to take an affinity in previous days for pants that were cut in a way to really showcase her ass. But this garment didn't provide any additional protection in that sense. The simple pair of black, stretchy booty shorts seemed to have a bad habit of pulling into her butt-crack, while also showing off her lithe, fit legs in full. Joel's jaw dropped as he took in the sight of the full expanse of her naked legs on display.

Up top, she was wearing a skimpy, tight blue tank top. Unlike her previous sports bras, which showed a decent amount of midriff, today she had stepped it up, leaving her flat belly almost completely exposed. And it showed far more of her breasts and cleavage than any other outfit before, exposing the full upper slopes of the smooth, soft, luscious boobs, the deep cleavage begging to be gazed upon as her tits were packed into the snug, skintight top. Even from down the block and across the street, the sight was arresting. Joel could only imagine the view from up close.

The view that David would be getting.

Monica was feeling in a bit of a daring mood this morning. Perhaps it was impatience, perhaps it was the heat, perhaps it was something else. But this outfit was the skimpiest she'd bought, and even though at the time since she'd purchased it, she told herself she'd never actually wear it for David, on this particular morning she was suddenly motivated to bust it out. The longer this charade dragged out, the more trouble she could see arising, so part of her was hoping that skipping to the skimpiest outfit she had would move things along. She needed David drooling over her, she needed his lust for her body to consume him, to make him needy, and pliable, and open to suggestion. She ignored the fact that it was rather similar to the outfit that skanky blonde gym-bunny had been wearing, that the detective openly looked down at her for. Whatever. Fuck that girl. Monica pulled it off better anyway. David would forget all about her.

And if there were any doubts about it, David's eyes nearly popped out of his head as the busty detective walked through the front door into the gym. He stared shamelessly at her tits, smiling hungrily, and Monica let him. She looked fucking fantastic, and she knew it. She'd earned the right to be stared at, as she was dressed for that sole purpose. Her body welcomed his gaze, her bare skin sizzling as he took it all in, raking his eyes over her, and she enjoyed the wonderful buzz that came with being lusted after so shamelessly. Her hair pulled back in a playful ponytail, wearing a pair of new, girly neon yellow workout sneakers, she stood in front of him, practically posing for the smug younger man as he drank her body in.

"Well..." she said, holding out her arms expectantly. "You ready to work out?"

It was an especially spirited morning on both their parts. Monica couldn't deny that these workouts with him had made her feel fitter, stronger, and faster than she'd ever been. Even though the detective was in great shape before, her body looked even sexier now, her abs taut, her waist tighter, emphasizing the swell of her broad hips, full ass, and gigantic tits. The tension with David had motivated her to push beyond her normal limits, just to prove to him that she could. Additionally, her stamina was at an all-time high, which meant she was keeping up with the hyper-fit younger man on the treadmill, or on their grueling exercise bike routines.