[F4M/GM] Undercover cop's blissful descent to hell
Hey there !
tl;dr : Gorgeous, unexperienced cop investigates a powerful new drug and faces peculiar side effects, leading her on a dark path from which she may or may not come back unscathed.
I'm looking for a detailed and literate writer to play out an initial scene, and if we click, willing to flesh out the world, characters and story together, something full of betrayals, corrupt cops, sleazy dirtbags, romance, love interests, danger, every imaginable trope in the name of steamy smut ;)
Kinks : lingerie, unusual pairings, coercion, corruption, body worship, seduction, maledom, manhandling, breathplay, hair-pulling, drugs/alcohol, raceplay, ugly bastards, public play, nationality play, close calls, hold the moan, cheating, blackmail, filming/recording, facials, clothed/semi-clothed fucking, group scenes, dub-con/non-con, musk, assplay, anal, age gaps, and many more...
Any hard limits would be incest, scat, beastiality and unneeded gore, and all characters must be above 18.
Nothing is set in stone, so feel free to discuss absolutely anything. But if you want to jump right in, go ahead !
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Come on girl, you can do it. The motor of the rental car grinds to a halt on the badly lit parking lot, and I'm gripping the steering wheel as if my life depends on it, knuckles white and palms sweaty. One last slow, deep inspiration. One last look in the rearview mirror. At least, you still look good, show some more confidence. Behind me, the pink neon sign flashes over the clear, dark sky. "DV8". One of those new clubs that popped regularly on the town's periphery, fresh enough to still draw in the hip crowd, while in turn attracting the wrong kind of attention : dealers, money launderers, corrupt officials, all seemingly gravitated towards this place, until the next hip thing would open across town.
I get off the car and start making my way through the silent parking lot, my white sneakers navigating between the huge gas guzzling SUVs that Americans seemed to keep purchasing by the thousands, global warming be damned. Summer 2023 had broken all kinds of heat records around the globe, and late august in Florida is apparently no exception. Although it is well past midnight, the light blue sundress that barely reaches the middle of my thighs still feels like too much clothing. The night air is warm, thick and heavy, and the light garment clings uncomfortably to my skin.
People are standing in line at the entrance, waiting for one of the bouncers to arbitrarily decide whether they are now allowed to join the party. I'm relieved to notice my outfit wouldn't make me stand out much. I had thought my dress was too short, too slutty, but next to some of these girls I'd look demure at best. I take my place at the end of the line, casually checking my phone, silently hoping some kind of emergency would force me to leave this place.
Fuck... I'm so not ready for this...
"You ! Last in line ! You alone ?". The voice abruptly rises over the chatter, deep and slightly soggy. I look up and one of the bouncers is making a 'come there' gesture. I point to myself, silently mouthing "Me ?" - "Yeah you babe ! Cut the line !". I make my way to the front and immediately feel the hostile stares, almost a repeat of when I'd been introduced to my new 'colleagues' at the precinct on my first day a week ago, the women looking at me with disdain and jealousy, while the men barely concealed their lust. The bouncer opens a large door, and immediately the background noise I hadn't really paid attention to turns to a deafening assault of beats and synthetisers.
I slowly make my way through the crowded dance floor, heading for the bar on the opposite wall, bumping against mostly stoned or drunk dancers along the way. Reaching the bar, I rest my elbows on the counter, staring at the closest barman. He looks in my direction after a few seconds, our eyes lock, and I flash a brief, inviting smile. He hastily walks towards me, ignoring people that had been waiting far longer than me. Unfair as it is, good looks do open all kinds of doors. "What can I get you babe ?" he asks, trying to decide between looking me in the eyes or down my cleavage. This is it. The point of no return. Last chance to back out... My heart is pumping in my chest, in sync with the loud beats, blood rushing to my temples. Another deep inspiration, and the same inviting smile appears on the corner of my lips. "Tonight, I'd love something... blissful. Got anything ?" - "How about a Cosmo ?" - "No. I mean... something to really get off. B". His expression changes and he stays silent for a few seconds, staring at me, evaluating me. He finally nods towards a corridor on the side of the bar, guarded by another bouncer. "This way. Last booth on the right. Ask for D-Rod.".
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Holy shit...
Dwayne 'D-Rod' Rodgers watches, unable to take his eyes off the girl that had just pulled the curtain and entered his booth, sitting opposite him without being invited. Dozens of people entered his booth every night, but he can't remember ever seeing such a perfect creature this close. Tall, probably around 5'8, with a face straight out of a Victoria's secret ad or TV show, almond shaped blue eyes and long light brown hair that cascade down her shoulders, nicely tanned just like he likes, in her 20s just like he likes, 21 or 22 he'd say, and from what he saw before she sat, the kind of body he only dreams of ever putting his hands on. Long, slender legs, sexy round hips topped by a thin waist, her hourglass figure completed by the two perfect globes that seemed to try to burst out of her tight dress, probably too tight on purpose, showing off like all those younger bitches do, fuck, now that's a 10 out of 10. A fucking 10.. His cock twitches in his boxers. He'd never seen a girl like her, let alone fucked one, but he knew on the spot that this would change tonight. Oh yes, before sunrise, he will get his dick wet and blast his cum deep inside this hot bitch's cunt, whether she agrees or not. Chances are it will be the latter and he'll have to kill her afterwards but well, some opportunities are too good to pass, and it had been months since he'd last had his little fun.
"Are you... 'D-Rod' ?"
Even her voice seems to tick all his boxes. Feminine. Melodic. Fragile. Can't wait to hear you moan, sweetheart. He gives her his most welcoming smile, something between the cheshire cat and the Dark Knight's Joker. "Himself. What can Daddy D do for you sweetheart ?" He says, closing the curtain, isolating them from the rest of the VIP section, the booth simply consisting of an U shaped couch with a round table in the center
"I'm looking for some B."
His smile imperceptibly widens. The girl has an accent, something vaguely european, italian maybe, or french. Probably some tourist looking to spice up her stay. Or one of those foreign students on campus. He can feel his old instinct kicking in. Such a perfect target, far from home, the kind of girl that disappears and won't be looked for until a few days, long enough to cover his tracks. He can already play the whole scenario in his mind. He'll soften her up with a free pill, and after the deal, he'll follow the girl to her car, pull his gun on her, make her drive to that secluded spot in the glades he loved so much, the little cabin where he used to go fish with his dad, where he will take his time having fun with her, maybe even keep her there a few days before the conclusion. How many girls had he brought to his little cabin ? 15 ? 20 ? More ? Prostitutes, hitchhikers, backpackers, but never a foreign girl. Now that would be a first, and what a first.
"You mean this ?". He pulls out a small transparent bag from his pocket, containing a dozen small, white, immaculate pills. "You're in luck, that's my last bag". The girl extends her delicate hand towards the little pouch, and he immediately pulls it back. "Hey there, not so fast babe !" He pulls another solitary pill from his pocket. "Show me an ID first. I usually don't take new customers you know." The girl seems to hesitate, there's something... off with her. Somehow, she doesn't really belong here. After a few seconds, the girl finally opens her purse and hands him a plastic card. "What kind of an ID card is this ?" Anaïs Vallers. Born in 1997. République Francaise. Fucking frenchie, can't stand those fuckers. "Oh would you see that. Bonjour, mademoiselle !" he says with a thick accent. He pulls out his phone and photographs the card. "Just some insurance" he says with a creepy laugh.
"You've got an... interesting name, how do you pronounce that ? An-ace ? How do you say ? Ah-Nah-Eess ? Ok, well, 'Ah-Nah-Eess', here's the deal." He hands her the solitary pill. "You can have the bag for 200 bucks. That's lower than market price. And that additional pill is on the house. You'll thank me later" he says with a wink. "But : you have to take that free one right here, right now. Cops have been getting very nosy lately, and I'm not taking any risks. Deal ? "
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Beta-Lisine-Isoleucine6. BLI6. The B. B6. Bliss. Every week, a new nickname appears for the drug that had been slowly spreading through the market in the past couple of months. Hypersensitivity to sight, sound and touch, ability to focus, a feeling of euphoria, invulnerability, and a burning urge to test your limits, paired with being highly addictive made for an explosive mix, an even more potent form of cocaine. All its regular users had described how the drug seemed to emphasize specific traits of their personality, making some more agressive, others more caring. Everyone's reaction was different, and being almost untraceable in the blood, it was hard to gauge how widespread the drug actually was.
The man opposite me, this 'D-Rod', must have been in his 40s, probably around 45. Crumpled grey shirt, cargo shorts, greasy black hair styled in a mullet, small blue porcine eyes, a moustache straight out of a 70s movie, sagging cheeks and overweight by at least 80 pounds, he looks like one of those lost souls that populate documentaries about trailer parks. The way he stares at me, seldomly blinking is profoundly disturbing. The look of someone both stupid and dangerous. My legs are shaking violently under the table, the instinctive reaction of the prey realizing it is being watched by its predator. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to alleviate the aching need to pee I'd felt as soon as I'd crossed that curtain.
I can feel my hesitation and uncertainty slowly turning to fear. I shouldn't be here, why am I even here in the first place ? You know why. You're there to gather information. Fresh out of the academy, I had been picked by a commissioner somewhere in Paris, a man I'd never met and probably never would, to cross the ocean to go help the US police "before the Beta-Lisine-Isoleucine problem extends to the EU." But why me ? You know that too. You reported two of your formative officers for sexual misconduct. No one likes a snitch. French police already had too many problems on its hands, and I was expendable. Sending me across an ocean killed 2 birds with one stone.
"Look sweetheart, I don't have all night. You swallow this pill or... He doesn't finish the barely veiled threat. I can hear the words of Captain Shields during the morning briefing : Taking B, for any reason, is in no way advisable, no matter what stands to be gained in the course of your investigative work. The captain is the only other person that knows I'm in this club tonight, on this mission. Though officially I'm here to lend a hand, my american colleagues immediately considered me as nothing more than eye-candy, if not worse, suited for... well, basically nothing. The well-built, permanently scowling captain wasn’t thrilled either that I’d been assigned to his unit, and hadn’t minced his words about his hopes for my success in the field, but he still thought I may be 'somewhat useful' as an undercover agent of sort, or rather, pretending to be a buyer and see if my "assets could help me gather information". What my "assets" were supposed to be was quite evident. Who cared if I'd majored my promotion, excelling in most fields ? I was just a snitch, purging her sins.
"Hurry Anaïs. Take it or leave. Stop wasting my time.". I turn my attention back to 'D-Rod'. There's something deeply disturbing in the way he looks at me. Something tells me 'leave' isn't really an option. I look at the little pills again. I'd sniffed cocaine once, and had heard the effect of bliss was somewhast similar. Just do it girl. Take the pill and rush out of there before the full effects kick in. What's the worse that could happen... My legs had never shaken so much. I grab the pill, and slowly bring it to my lips, sliding it right under my tongue. It seems to dissolve almost immediately, only leaving in my mouth a tasteless, slightly thick liquid. For maybe 10 seconds, I don't notice anything. But then, something changed. My legs aren't shaking anymore. All doubts and fears are washed away, and I feel calm, confident. In a fraction of a second, it's like hundreds of doors open in my brain one by one, connections and deductions seemingly appearing out of thin air with crystalline clarity.
He has information on his supplier...
He doesn't think I'm a cop, only eager to fuck me...
Lessens his defenses when he gets his way...
Frustrated, probably dangerous when he doesn't...
The ideas, deductions and intuitions keep flowing in, clashing against each other. I have never felt my brain working so quickly, so acutely. I feel invincible yet strangely detached.
He's probably got a gun on him but would never use it here...
He's a sexual predator... He wouldn't hesitate to rape and kill me.
For a moment, I'm surprised by my own indifference at this last thought, as if danger and death had become abstract notions.
He won't harm me if I willingly fuck him
I barely have time to register that last thought that I immediately feel it. A growing, glowing sensation, right in my groin, spreading to my abdomen and my thighs at first, then to my chest and limbs. What was happening ? My breathing is now ragged, erratic, and it feels as though my whole body had risen in temperature, like under a sudden fever. There's a warmth building in the back of my neck, and I start to feel my nipples, hard and erect, painfully pushing against my tight shirt.
And then, suddenly, all these sensations combine in the most delicious wave of arousal I'd ever experienced. My sex feels surprisingly warm, and I can feel a damp patch forming on my panties, my crossed legs only making my barely covered snatch brush delightfully against the rugged fabric of the couch.
This man would do anything for sex, and he's never had a woman like you...
Fuck him and he'll do anything for you, and tell you all you need to know...
...Besides, have you ever needed a good fuck as much as right now ?.
"You ok girl ?" 'D-Rod' asks, looking at me with a puzzled look. I lock eyes with him and feel the same radiant, glowing warmth irradiating through my whole being. No more nausea looking at him. No more disgust. Only the irresistible drive, ache to fuck. Even him. Especially him. And if it can advance my case, all the better. Slowly, my lips curl up, and for the first time of the evening, D-Rod watches my face light up, making his heart skip another beat.
"I'm fine. More than fine."