steelsmiter
Dwarf King
- Joined
- Sep 17, 2018
- Location
- Arkansas, USA
Elizabeth Barnes was working undercover with the Los Angeles Police Department on a case a of suspected pimp working out of a local night club. Reports from citizens recently suggested an increase in the amount of sex abuse and rape accusations at Club diamond. She was nervous about going there. As an undercover agent, she couldn't just show her badge to get in, or it would spook the guy. Instead, she opted for a ruse to pretend she was going to get a job as one of his girls. The idea of going in solo was a bit of a turn on as she fantasized about the idea of capturing the guy and reducing the threat of rape and abuse in the area. As she showered, she began to masturbate to the idea of his capture.
The undercover detective pondered what she would wear. She couldn't put on a uniform, or even the more formal plain clothes of a typical detective. She considered multiple dresses, mostly red and black. But then again, she remembered a lot of the employees didn't wear much. Elizabeth settled on a bunny suit. She would have to avoid wearing her gun on her person so she could only get it as long as she had her purse within easy reach. Much as she made fun of the service, Elizabeth called an Uber so she could remain inconspicuous. It was a little extra money so that she could guarantee that the driver at least had a nice car, and not a minivan or something, but it was worth it. On the way there, she put a large note in between her ample cleavage as insurance that she had a better chance of getting in.
She got up to the front, and there was a question of whether she'd be let in. The doorman--an elderly fellow--hit on her and asked her what made her any better than anyone else to come in the club, and she flashed him. After a bit of fondling, he let her in. Still somewhat aroused from the fondling, Elizabeth went to the bar and sat down uneasily.
The undercover detective pondered what she would wear. She couldn't put on a uniform, or even the more formal plain clothes of a typical detective. She considered multiple dresses, mostly red and black. But then again, she remembered a lot of the employees didn't wear much. Elizabeth settled on a bunny suit. She would have to avoid wearing her gun on her person so she could only get it as long as she had her purse within easy reach. Much as she made fun of the service, Elizabeth called an Uber so she could remain inconspicuous. It was a little extra money so that she could guarantee that the driver at least had a nice car, and not a minivan or something, but it was worth it. On the way there, she put a large note in between her ample cleavage as insurance that she had a better chance of getting in.
She got up to the front, and there was a question of whether she'd be let in. The doorman--an elderly fellow--hit on her and asked her what made her any better than anyone else to come in the club, and she flashed him. After a bit of fondling, he let her in. Still somewhat aroused from the fondling, Elizabeth went to the bar and sat down uneasily.