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Frank I suddenly awoke from my dream in the most erotic way, with a head bobbing on my morning woody. My eyes were slowly coming into focus, and I saw was Alexia’s mouth eagerly slurping up and down like she was trying to consume me whole, not quite achieving that, but I was truly appreciating her effort. It was so sensual watching her tits swaying side-to-side, poking my thighs with her erect nipples. This was confirmation to me that last night was not just a dream. “Well, good morning to you too!” “Goog moorig,” she replied, with a mouthful of dick. What I found so fascinating was how she could look so unbelievably sexy with her mussed hair and no makeup. True beauty doesn’t need enhancement, and that is just what she was, from her manicured toes to the top of her lush, flowing locks—a stunning, exquisite woman that can take your breath away. “Alex, this is incredible, but… I really have to piss,” I hinted, rolling off the bed and tip-toeing my way to the bathroom through discarded clothing. “Ahhh,” I uttered, as I straddled the toilet to drain my snake. While standing there trying to relax, I thought how difficult it was to pee with a raging erection. Suddenly, there were arms around my waist, hugging me tight. “You fell asleep last night, and I want an encore.” Alex pouted as she pressed her soft breasts against my back. I turned and cupped her face in my hands, looking deeply in those sensual, inviting eyes. “Do you know what I would like?” “Tell me,” she asked, with a seductive grin. “Breakfast!” “Breakfast? I’m offering my young, hot body, and you want breakfast?” “If you remember, we missed lunch and dinner yesterday. Come on, get your clothes on. I’ll take us out to eat,” I said, giving her butt a quick slap. “You’re no fun,” Alexia whined, squeezing her tits together in a seductive pose. “This is what you’ll be missing…” Watching her dress was almost as sexy as stripping her. I say almost! I will never get over how perfect her body was, from the first time I saw her in my apartment to last night, with her white skin illuminated by the moonlight creeping through the bedroom window. I was sad to see her put her bra on. Covering up such perfection should be a crime. She knew I was watching her dress, and put on a show, slowly pulling up her panties and wiggling her sexy ass. “Now is your last chance to change your mind,” Alexia teased, bending forward and shaking her butt as she slipped on her Ralph Lauren designer skinny jeans. “Trust me when I say I am tempted. Tonight, we will not be rushed.” Then I added, “I think you should soak those sheets before we leave to get those blood stains out.” “I don’t care if the stain remains. It’s şişli escort a reminder of how you took my V-card last night.” I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her. “Come on, let’s go eat before I change my mind. I am famished.” The wait was unusually short at IHOP and we were seated quickly. I placed my order of eggs over medium, hash browns, ham steak, pancakes, and coffee. Alex ordered an egg-beaters omelet and cottage cheese with a small grapefruit juice. “Sweetheart, that is not enough to keep a mouse alive,” I observed. “And yours is enough to feed a family of six… did you just call me sweetheart?” “Yeah, I guess I did. Just slipped out. Sorry.” “Don’t be sorry. It’s cute.” “We’re supposed to be at the station in an hour and a half to meet with Greer. He’s going to want an update. I’m just going to tell him we’re progressing well.” Alexia grinned and said, “We should tell him our under-cover training has gone under the covers.” I laughed and the sound of Johnny Cash singing ‘Walk the Line’ suddenly came from my pocket. “You seriously need to change that ringtone,” Alex chuckled. “It’s Greer. I need to take this outside.” After a few minutes, I returned to my breakfast that had already been served while I was on the phone. Alexia reached for a piece of my toast and asked, “What’s up?” “You’re going to Greer’s office by yourself. He has a special assignment for me. It appears our time-table is stepped up. Let’s finish up and get out of here.” -oOo- Alexia Greer shuffled through his papers in silence as I patiently waited for his instructions. I never noticed before how the fluorescent ceiling lights reflected on his balding head. Something about bald men seemed very masculine to me. His worn, light grey suit was all I had ever seen him wear. The oversized jacket helped conceal his belly. His mannerisms were abrupt—almost to the point of rudeness, probably because of all those years of being the boss. He looked up from his papers and gave me a long stare. “How prepared are you in your undercover training?” “I believe I am doing well, Sir. There is much to learn, but I am progressing well.” “Our time table has been stepped up. Do you think you might be ready to begin this next Monday?” “I honestly don’t know, Sir. You should ask Janine.” “I have asked her, but it’s your call, not hers. Quite frankly, she seems apprehensive about your ability to pull this off. When I asked, what was the problem, she said to ask Alex.” “There were a few issues with the topless thing at first, but I believe that won’t be a problem now.” “Okay, listen to me carefully. Because of the nature of this investigation involving crooked cops and high profile şişli escort bayan informants in various departments of government, we are going to have to take some extraordinary measures to protect your identity as well as your partner’s.” “What extraordinary measures, Sir?” “First, we will never ever meet in public again. We will communicate via the encrypted phone I gave each of you. If anyone should get ahold of that phone, the texts and history will show you are talking with family members and friends outside this department. The only way to use the phone is to press 444. Secondly, since some of the subjects of our investigation know who you are, we must fire you.” “What?! Fire me?” I exclaimed in shock. “Not literally, but when you leave this office today, you will be off the general records and payroll for the police department. Your pay will be handled through the FBI, to whom you are temporarily assigned through the duration of this investigation. The cover story we are proposing is that you were caught in possession of drugs and were terminated immediately and completely. When you leave today, make a scene. Get the attention of those on the department floor. Make it convincing.” “Isn’t this a bit extreme, Sir?” “Not even close. I don’t know all of Janine’s story because she and Tom are FBI. Here is what I do know. She has gone to the extreme to create this cover, including spending time in prison and letting herself get hooked on cocaine, so she has an irrefutable cover story of prison and rehab time. Now, that is extreme! She is invested in this case like no other. I don’t know for sure, but from little things that were said, I suspect she had a family member abducted in the sex slave trade and is on a vendetta.” “Wow! I wasn’t aware of that, Sir. From what little I have seen; she is totally dedicated to this operation and this makes sense why.” As I left the office, I knew I was being watched and put on a show. First, I slammed the door. Harder than planned. I’m sure I knocked off some of the photos hanging on the wall. Then, when Greer poked his head out the door, I tossed my badge at him with it clinking off the window. To give it a good touch, I kicked the waste can sending the contents flying in the air. “You can’t fire me on those trumped-up charges, you fucking ass-hole!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, loud enough so that every soul on that floor witnessed my total meltdown. “I will sue you for everything you’ve got. When my daddy gets through with you, you won’t have a penny to your fucking name!” I threatened, as I made my way toward the stairs. Once out on the street, I pulled out my buzzing phone from mecidiyeköy escort my purse, flipped it open, push 444 and read the text; “Well done and good luck. I will call you tomorrow morning. G.” -oOo- Frank Ricky drove down the narrow alley, illuminated only by the moonlight and a few dimly lit, back alley bulbs. This was his regular meeting spot. He stopped half way to the parking lot at the end and gave the prearranged signal by flipping his headlights on twice. He waited for a response and three quick flashes broke the darkness. This meant it was safe to proceed. He moved his old Chevy forward slowly and pulled alongside the black Buick that had its engine running. Ricky rolled down his obscured, tinted window and said, “Hey, Tony … whatcha got for me, homes?” “Same as last week, Cholo… You got the coin?” They both got out, looking around cautiously and met at the rear of Ricky’s car. He opened his trunk and ripped away the old blanket covering his goods. Ricky pulled out a shopping bag containing the neatly wrapped bags of meth-amphetamine (crystal meth), and exchanged it for the gym bag stuffed with cash. “Betta’ not be light, homie!” Ricky warned, as they swapped bags. Tony tore open a corner of one of the bags and tasted the meth, nodding his approval. “Move a muscle and you’re dead! You are under arrest!” A loud voice suddenly boomed through the darkness. They both spun around to see Mike McNeil, as he stepped out of the shadows holding a .44 magnum revolver with a silencer. “Man, you got no idea who you fucking wit!” Ricky glared at Mike with his toughest look. “Oh, I know exactly who I am dealing with you low-life scum! Put your hands on the car and spread your legs… now!” “Okay, pig, but you’re as good as dead. We’ll be out in ten minutes. Besides, there are two of us and only one of you. You cops are so dumb, ya can’t count,” Tony challenged, as he spun around, reaching in his jacket. The air was filled with the concussion of the blasts as Mike pulled his trigger. Two bullets exploded into Tony’s head, spraying blood everywhere. His stocking cap went flying, and his body instantly went limp, falling to the ground like the lifeless pile of garbage he was. “Two minus one is… one. How’s my math so far, home boy?” “Shit! You one crazy mothah fucka! Don’t shoot!” Ricky pleaded with a shaky voice, thrusting his arms in the air. “Kneel on the ground and lock your fingers behind your head!” Mike ordered, as he moved forward and picked up the bag of money. He unzipped it and pushed the blood-soaked drug sack inside using one hand, the other hand pressing his gun against Ricky’s forehead. “Fuck! There is blood all over my money! You greasers always bleed too much.” Ricky’s eyes looked shocked, but then went blank as McCain fired three shots in his chest. Mike made his way through the darkness back to his car that he had parked in the bushes at the end of the lot.

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