I am fully aware that this is a cliched premise, but I find it hot and I hope you enjoy it as well. Thanks for reading.
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When Deidre had joined the police force she hadn't thought that she would spend such an inordinate amount of time considering how slutty a particular piece of lingerie looked on her. But, that was the perks of being a fresh face on the city force which included a bustling vice unit. For the first six months Deidre had worked as a decoy. She would dress up in her tightest, shortest skirt, a tiny little top, and boots past her knees and stand on a street corner to wait for men to proposition her. And proposition her they did. Her unit had record numbers for those six months and Deidre had an equally long barren stretch in her own sex life. There was something about being the experience of being so overtly objectified that had turned her off sex. Not that it was that big of a deal, she didn't have a boyfriend at the moment. Still, there were times when she wondered if she would ever regain a healthy appetite.
After six months Deidre's face, and other parts, were well enough known in the district that she was all but useless as a decoy. She had thought that this would mean a chance to do real police work. In fact, she had hoped for patrol, or even working some investigations. Anything would have seemed a step up. Anything, that is, other than her current situation. She looked around the room. The bed was the center of the room, heart shaped and covered with red satin sheets and mounds of pillows. The lighting was low and the décor was like an upscale motel, expect for the large mirrors on the surface of every wall and one on the ceiling. The mirrors were place in such a way that you could see anything in the room from any position. Beside the bed was a ceiling high armoire with double doors and on the wall adjacent to the bed was a large television that continually showed soft core porn. It couldn't possibly look more like a brothel room which, considering it was one, was probably a good thing.
Deidre had learned to tune out the television and was lying stretched out on the bed. She glanced at the bar on the other side of the room and decided she had everything she needed for the night. She glanced in the mirror and appraised her working outfit. Tonight she was wearing a white baby doll top with matching white panties. The top barely covered her ass when she was standing, and not at all when she actually moved. She stood and looked at herself in the many mirrors. She would have never thought that she would look the part of a high end escort. She had a vision of tall, voluptuous women with tanned skin and plastered on makeup. She was shorter, with small breasts and a fantastic ass. Her skin was pale and her brunette hair with red tinges was long on her back and framed her beautiful face, highlighted with freckles. She knew she was attractive but she never would have thought herself a sex siren. That is, until she started working at the brothel. There were many types of women in this place. Tall and short, thin and some chunky. Big breasted and tiny titted. Large asses and tight little bubble asses. And the thing was they were all busier than they ever should be allowed to be. She had thought before that all men had the same ideal for a woman, but the men came in with diverse tastes and desires.
Deidre could hear one of the girls in the next room. She went by the name Destiny and was a larger girl who was very enthusiastic about her dates. Often her cries and moans would filter through the hallways, providing a very lustful atmosphere for anyone walking down the long hallway. Deidre had always assumed that the sex in a brothel was fake, but some of the women claimed they enjoyed it. Not every time, but more often than not. Deidre wasn't sure she believed this but she wasn't willing to put it to the test either. Her job definitely didn't involve fucking the clients. She had made that very clear to her superiors. So, even though she sashayed around the room wearing a little more than naked, and was in a brothel, and accepted clients she didn't put out. She had to be the only hooker in the world who wasn't willing to spread her legs. She giggled at the thought but her laugh did not last. No matter what happened, she was still here because she had a sexy body. Her partner Doug, with his hairy back and bad smells wasn't asked to put on lingerie and flirt with strange men. There was a deep vindictive part of her that hoped they would catch a case involving the gay escort scene. She would personally buy the leather chaps for him.
But, for the time being she was the goat, staked and waiting for the tiger. One of the most powerful gangs in the country had recently gone through a shake up and the leader that emerged was a ruthless gangster wanted for all sorts of crimes. He was suspected of personally killing over 28 people and having ordered hundreds of other deaths. His gang was from Mexico and was brutally tough. The men in the gang were in it for life. He was older than the typical boss, almost 30. He ran his show with an iron fist and was impossible to catch. He waltzed across the border with no custom officials the wiser. On the rare occasions when he was located he was always surrounded by at least ten gunmen who wouldn't hesitate to open fire on anyone who attempted to capture their boss. Innocent lives had been lost in order to have El Jefe disappear like smoke. The police were very leery of attempting a takedown. Not only for the potential loss of an officer's life, but also for innocent bystanders. Hence, this clever set up, although Deidre wondered if the suits had to strip and put on lingerie if they would have found it all that clever. No matter, she knew the destruction this man had wrought and the lives (including law enforcement) he had ended. She had vowed she would do anything to help bring him down.
El Jefe was known to frequent this very establishment. He always asked for the newest girl when he came in. So, the clever idea was to infiltrate the brothel with Deidre. No one knew she was a police officer so that no one could leak information back to El Jefe. Her partner had managed to get a bouncer job so she had a friendly presence in the house. Her team was set up to move at a moments notice. All she had to do was send a simple text. The team planned the incursion through the large curtained window. This would be the only time that El Jefe was unattended and they had to move quickly and silently. The goal was to remove him from the premises before his men knew about it, thus staving off any gun play. The plan was simple and should have worked.
