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Deep Cover Heroine (Heroinesunleashed and Kyrth) (NSFW)

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Tiffany Sanders was an eager rookie detective on the force in Gotham. She'd graduated high school at 16 and had gotten a degree in criminal justice by the time she was 21. Her excellent academics got her hired on the Gotham PD starting as a detective. The fast track didn't sit well with her colleagues, who often mocked her and saw her as just a bimbo.

The ridicule was just motivation though. Tiffany put in more time in the gym and shooting range than anyone and, because of her hard work, she was an absolute badass. Still, Tiffany struggled because she had grown up so fast she had no time to adjust to her body or looks. She was a bit nerdy and shy and awkward, not really knowing how to carry herself or her figure, oblivious to the sex appeal she oozed.

What no one knew was that this average girl had been exposed to antimatter energy in her youth which made her a metahuman and granted her special abilities. Physically she was just slightly more durable, agile and strong than normal humans could get. She also had an ability to create small amounts of ice and she was immune to the cold. These powers, and an uncontrollable urge to use them to do good, drove her to be a superheroine. She was new to it, she had only even put on her uniform a couple of times so far. She still blushed when she wore it but couldn't bring herself to alter it.

Tiffany had been put on a special task force, which seemed to be a sort of deep cover tactical team. In truth she was chosen solely for her looks and because they thought she gain access to certain businesses due to them. Being on the task force meant when she wasn't at the station she was staying at a special training facility leading up to assignment. The Sargent in charge of the facility was as bad as her Captain and there were always tests and pressure applied to see if she'd crack.

Tiffany had just stepped into the shower when the alarm sounded and her face dropped, she knew what it meant. It was a signal that she had one minute to make it to the briefing room. Cursing, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" she jumped out of the shower, luckily she hadn't gotten under the water yet, and she grabbed a t-shirt and ran out of her room. She ran down the empty hallway, naked, and stopped at the door to the briefing room to go in. She went to put the t-shirt on and her face turned red as she realized it was not the shirt she thought it was. In the tiny top her smooth hairless pussy and muscled ass were barely covered. She had no time though so, while embarrassed, she went in the room. She stood in front of the large desk looking at the panel of officers that were in charge of this tactical unit. They were all gang members turned cops or hard luck stories from the inner city, all had worked their way up to get their own unit to clean up the hood. She stood on the air conditioning vent in front of the desk, her feet shoulder length apart and feeling the metal dig into her flesh. She was standing straight with her shoulders back, hands behind her back as she stood at attention awaiting their instructions.
 

Sergeant Johnstone was in charge of the Special Task Force, given the impossible job of trying to control the crime in Gotham Suburbs. The portals in the skies around the worlds were keeping the superheroes of the world constantly busy. So the usual level of support was practically gone. Without the Batman crime was soaring like the old days, what little police strength there was focused on Gotham, trying to contain the super villains.

He and his fellow officers had campaigned for more attention on the suburbs. The gangs had always been a problem, but without any supervision they had taken over. The key feature of the facility was a map of the suburbs, carefully colored to show what gangs controlled what regions. Last month it was patchwork mostly. There were two large regions splitting a good chunk of the south. Two gangs were sharing perhaps a quarter of the map. But now the map had changed dramatically and urgent steps needed to be taken.

The south was broken, shattered into more pieces than ever before. But the whole north side of the map was now red. The Forsaken Demons had come from practically nowhere and now dominated. The worst thing was they had nothing on them, the thugs were heavily armed with amazing weapons, trained better than the military and no-one seemed to know anything about their plans.

They were spreading like a virus across the suburbs and they needed to find out what they were up to. They had managed to discover that the gang often held meetings in a strip club called Angel's Cloud. A place owned by the man they suspected to be the gang leader, known only as Damon. Their contact had become a regular at the club, but aside from telling them that he often saw large groups emerging from the backstage area, he had nothing. They needed someone inside the club, someone able to overhear crucial information.

Passing his concerns to his superior had been pointless. What importance was a thug working in a stripclub when they had the Joker trying to blow up hospitals. There was a point but he persisted until his captain had folded and told him he was sending more police officers. Then his backup arrived...

He had been furious, a single green detective. His disdain for his captain had flowed onto her and her stay had become unpleasant. Once the squad had calmed down it was easy enough to see she would have her uses, and she might even be able to help with their case too. They decided to send her into the club, but first they had to see if she'd crack under pressure. It also gave them time to gather up what little data they could.

Donovan gave the nod as she got into the showers, as soon as he heard the sound of running water he hit the summon button. Johnstone worked hard to school his face into an expression of annoyance as Tiffany walked in. Despite the fact she was wearing only half a t-shirt she stood at attention over the air vents.

"Detective Sanders," the sergeant looked down at his files, "I'm sure you've realized by now we are an under funded, under staffed and under appreciated Task Force."

"You can stand at ease," he offers as one of the officers discreetly uses the remote to turn on the air conditioning, "Until we can provide solid evidence that these gangs present a threat to Gotham and it's citizens we are unlikely to change that."

"So an opportunity has arisen, we have an assignment for you, we need to know more about the hierarchy and extent of the Demon Gang," he looks up from his files towards the blonde, "We want you to infiltrate the Angel's Cloud club and gain as much information as you can, due to the possibility of leaks this will be a deep cover assignment with a single handler."

"If you choose to accept this mission, you will be briefed further, however this is a limited window, we will need your reply within the hour," he glances at the clock which shows quarter to four, "We will your answer by five, take some time to consider it."
 
Tiffany stood at ease, her feet shoulder width apart with her hands clasped behind her back. Her chest was pressed out and in the little top her muscled ass was barely covered. Suddenly she felt cool air blowing up her legs. The current moved up her inner thighs and swirled around her smooth pussy. She pressed her lips together and spoke up,
"Sir, I don't need to think about it. I accept." Even as she spoke her nipples started to stiffen slightly as the cool air moved under her shirt. The bottom of the shirt fluttered, threatening to flash the panel of officers before her. She stood proud reposts all this, staring ahead. "I accept the mission sir, it would be an honor." Maybe she was laying it on a bit thick but she wanted to impress them and, at this point, there wasn't an assignment she would turn down.
 
There was a thin line between reckless stupidity and bravery when dealing with undercover assignments. Sergeant Johnstone suppressed a sigh as the young blonde agreed without thought or question. Perhaps it was dedication to proving herself, perhaps it was an opportunity to get out of their presence. Whatever her reasons, they had an opportunity and he was determined to make it work.

"This is not going to be an easy assignment, we have already lost five officers to this gang and without good cause," he warned her, "Two were caught on stakeouts, two were undercover and blown and one was turned."

"Our problem has been trying to infiltrate the male staff, the bouncers or the bartender, who are all gang members, sooner or later they are pressed into gang service," With her attention on the sergeant as he rose and moved to the wall the others took the opportunity to check her out.

Johnstone wondered briefly if Sanders was oblivious to the erotic display she was giving. She had to be aware that her nipples were clearly visible, aroused as they were. The floor vent was rippling her shirt as well, offering teasing hints at what was beneath. Still the ability to be comfortable with being exposed was going to be useful in her assignment.

"The turnover for girls isn't very high, this club is one of the most popular in Gotham and seems these gang thugs don't mind tipping well," he picked up a folder, "Still apparently there is a new girl... goes by Pixie, she seems to be favored by Damon, three regulars have transferred to other clubs in protest of her quick status. This leaves a small window of opportunity."

He beckons her over to him, to the disappointment of the officers as she steps off the vent. But they get hopeful as she approaches the desk and Johnstone flips open the folder.

"You'll have to work your way up to the VIP section which is where the upper gang members are located according to our source," he shows her a selection of photos of the higher ups, "Since this is a deep cover operation you won't be able to report back here, so our source is going to meet you periodically at the club to get updates. You'll be based out of an apartment a block away from the club if you get the job."

He pauses to let her review the information so far and to get her opinion.
 
Tiffany steps off the grate, moving to the Sargent and tries to cover her surprise as she heads over to him, "Pixie? Is her name Kendra?" Realizing she will have to explain this she comes up with something on the fly, "She's an informant... or has been in the past." In truth Tiffany and Kendra were about to get an apartment together. They knew each other in their other line of work, as superheroines. While Tiffany was Arctic Foxx Kendra was Superteen and Kendra had offered an item that would give Tiffany an edge in her mission.
Tiffany bent over slightly to look at the files laid out on the desk. It wasn't enough for the 'shirt' to ride up too much but the baggyness of it did have it hang down low so that as she moved flashes were risked. "What is my cover or character then? An alias or go with my real name?" She asked questions, trying to seem engaged and a part of the process. "Will my contact be a customer?" She paused and looked up at him, "Whatever the case needs sir, I'm ready to get started. I won't let you down." She smiled confidently and stood at attention again, hiding her embarrassment as she waited for the details and to go. She was eager for this assignment, thinking she could use Kendra to get close and have a way in... this would be easier than she thought.
 
"We don't have any information on Pixie, she could be this Kendra..." he looked to the others who shrugged, "Do we have a picture?"

Again this met with negative results, the new dancer was quite illusive outside of the club. Their informant had no intention of being caught with a camera inside.

"Well if you have a contact inside then it will help immensely, if they can be trusted," Johnstone takes another folder, "Your alias, with his contacts in the GCPD you don't want to be using your real name, you'll also have to choose a stage name apparently."

Another folder was opened, revealing a picture of a grizzled older man, "This is your contact, he's a former cop down on his luck and he owes me a few favors, he's already a regular at the club, and he'll take an interest in the new girl, they often have regulars so it won't be unusual, take him to the private dance booths to pass on any learned information," he suppresses a smirk, knowing Joe would appreciate this, "They are recorded but only visual, no audio, so you'll have to perform, but at least it will enhance your cover."

"Do you have any other questions?"
 
Tiffany shakes her head and heads back to her room, her face red as she walks. Once there she starts packing her things, getting ready to head over to her new 'home'. Tiffany was confident in this plan, she had her new credentials and was going to fully live out the next several weeks or months as 'Tiffany Johnson'.

Tiffany got to the apartment, fully furnished so all she had to do was add her clothes and personal things. She changed into something comfortable and laid down to rest until she heard from them when the mission was a go. She imagined she'd get the green light soon and need to head to the club to get a job. It shouldn't be difficult, given that they need girls right now and, well she was aware of her looks. She waited for the call for the go ahead and an idea of just what kind of girl she was supposed to play. Usually they kept it simple, making her shy or ditzy.
 
Tiffany Johnson had a good background, recently moved from Nebraska where she worked in a strip club in a one club town, they had been quite thorough and her history looked legit. In as far as most people would bother looking hopefully. She wasn't waiting long for her green light to proceed. Two hours after she was settled in she received a text message on her new phone, encoded to appear as if it was from a co-worker.

"Hey Tiff, best of luck in the big city, I know you'll do great, you got the bubbly happy approach they're missing down there. Just don't let them find out you're so ditzy until you get the job, xxx Cindy. ps - thanks for leaving me that Green dress, I love it."

The message came from a mobile in Nebraska, they weren't taking any chances on her cover. They had even chosen a building close to the club, so it wouldn't appear suspicious that she would try it first. They had left the file deliberately clear of staff information, except the fact that every guy working there was part of the Demon's Gang. That way she couldn't slip in front of them, the only risk now would be if she used one of her target's names before "learning" it. Still this was her chance to prove herself, so all they could do is give her time and hope for the best.
 
Tiffany quickly took a shower and through out the clothes she had come to the apartment in. The bags were packed with her new personas wardrobe and that's all she was to wear. Tiffany went to her bags and the first thing she pulled out was a little black dress. She paused, holding it, not even sure what else the guys had packed as clothing for her but she decided this would do. She examined the material and decided she needed to show off her figure without revealing too much skin and this would be the best way. She slid the dress on, deliberatly not wearing a bra and putting on a little black thong, as she knew that any lines on her form would damage what she was trying to show off.

Tiffany went down to the club and walked right up to the door, smiling and giggly, "Hi, I'm Tiffany and I'm here about the job, um, like, waitress or whatever." She laughed a bit, hoping for waitress but leaving it open as she knew the options would probably be dancer and dancer. She stood there in here little form fitting black dress and stared at the doorman to let her in. "So like, can I come in?"
 
Marcus had front door duty, the only position which required formal outfit. This was for two reasons, firstly that it gave the club a more classy feel and secondly, wearing the penguin suit put the thug in a bad mood. For any actual problems there were two more guys just inside armed with bats, glocks and rifles. The burly thug glared at the seemingly ditzy blonde then looked her over when she seemed unfazed.

"Ain't got no waitresses at this joint, but I reckon they can find something for you to do, go inside and ask for Ramone," He pushed open the door and watched her ass as she walked inside.

There was a small corridor with a coat check booth leading into the club, also a few posters of the girls. Little plaques beneath indicated who was working tonight. Entering the main room she would notice just how large the club was and well lit at the moment. The bar started at the end of the corridor and swept around to take up a quarter of the wall space. This early in the evening there were already three guys behind the bar stocking and preparing for the night, a couple more guys cleaning down tables, all wearing dark clothes to fade away during the evening. The focus was the girls and half a dozen were already here as well, sitting at the bar enjoying drinks with a few practicing routines on stage.

The main floor staggered with numerous booths designed to allow a range of groups, from a couple of people to a party of ten. The main stage was on the far wall and had seating all around, a few more mini stages with poles were littered around the room as well. To the right of the stage bead curtains covered an archway, the appearance of two girls from behind indicated the back stage area. On the left wall another beaded arch likely lead to the private booths. In the far left corner the seating was raised highest and looked far more luxurious, likely the VIP section she was told about.

One of the bartenders catches sight of her, "Alright luv, we don't open for an hour yet, so who are you here to see," he grins and looks her over, "Please let it be me?"
 
Tiffany smiles at the bartender, acting flirty and ditzy, "Um, no I'm like, here to get a job." She giggles a bit, feeling dumb for having to stoop to this but she holds it together knowing it's more pathetic that they fall for it. She's directed to a back stage area, where she's told the only opening is for a stripper and she will start tonight. Someone is supposed to be by later to explain the club rules and such but in the mean time she needs to get dressed.

She spends her time only half paying attention as she looks around the place making mental notes of people, names and faces. She keeps smiling and acting ditzy but in reality she's on a mission and she is focused on it. At this point almost nothing can distract her.

She's taken to the dressing room where she's left alone with a flamboyant gay black man named Ramone. She looks around to see they're the only ones. He walks around her, judging her obviously, before going up to her and tapping her chin to say, "Strip." Tiffany's heart races a bit but this isn't the part that really makes her nervous, not like heading out to the main floor in whatever outfit they choose will. She strips down naked and keeps her composure, almost too well.

"Whatever you say, are you picking my stipperwear?"
 
Ramone looks up as one of the runners brings in a sexy blonde in a tiny black dress. He didn't really need an explanation, so he jumped into assessment mode. She had the right look to her, he knew more than a few boys would be interested in this one. His simple command was quickly obeyed, he studied her expression mostly.

She seemed rather at ease standing naked in the backroom with him. It was a good start, but was this because she had already dismissed him as a threat. He was well practiced at what he did, so he swiftly walked around and then his hands darted into the racks.

"We occasionally have theme nights, so lets try this little number," he hands her a schoolgirl outfit then flicks through the rails again, then holds up a nightie, checking how it would look, "Right, this will do."

"Okay, a little practical test for you, we don't have time for training a new girl here, so if you want this job, you need to prove you can swim, so I'm pushing you into the deep end."

He gives her a warm and friendly smile, "I'm going out to talk to the DJ, all the dancers work two songs, you'll need to be naked by the end of the first song," he informs her, "Usually you'll come back off the stage and have a breather, but instead at the end of the second song, you'll walk down the steps at the side into the crowd, on the first table I'll place this nightie."

"You slip it on and then persuade one of the bouncers to have a lap dance, same rules as the stage, two songs, naked by the end of the first," he informs her, "Time to swim my dear."
 
Tiffany was clearly nervous as she got ready and more nervous as she took to the stage. She didn't even look at herself in the mirror, not wanting to see such a ridiculous outfit. She took to the stage and began her routine. She was a bit rigid, due to her nerves, but there was clearly potential if she could let her guard down and open up to the horniness inside. As is, she was trying to zone out and ended up treating it somewhat like a mission. Lucky for her, her looks propelled her past most competition in these things, a night club owner would work with her to try and get her on point.

By the end of the first song she was naked and all she could do was focus on it being work and her own disgust with it so as not to feel overwhelmed with embarrassment and anger. She headed toward the table with her nightie on it, eager to get something on so as not to be naked anymore. She forced a smile as she reached for it, "Thanks" she said, clearly not comfortable with the situation.
 
"Well Honey, there's something to be said for a pretty face and a hot body in a place like this, but the same can be said of any club," Ramone tutted as she came over for the nightie, "Dancers need to be friendly, enticing, or at least act like they want to be here."

He watches as she quickly slips the nightie on, covering herself, "You are quite beautiful but I don't really get the impression you want to be here, are you sure this is the job for you?"

He looks around and beckons over one of the other girls, "A little liquid courage may help you loosen up, what's your poison? then when you feel a little more comfortable I still need you to choose one of our bouncers and give him a lapdance, based on your stage performance it's currently a no, but it's close, so do try and impress me a little more this time."

"Oh," he suddenly adds, "And I want you to remember the performances last for two songs, just because you're naked doesn't mean you're done."
 
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