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Detective Graciela Chavez was skilled at using her body. A sway of her hips, the toss of her hair, the flick of her lips. Where men used force or guns to intimidate, Graciela used her sexuality.
Only the Lieutenant knew the full extent of her secret activities. The truth was, it helped arrest many high-profile individuals.
She reflected on these hard truths, wondering if it had all been worth it. While standing in front of her closet, she saw the remnants of the double-life she had been living for her career in law enforcement. Tiny lingerie, see-through bras, thongs, and an array of high heels were scattered across the floor.
There had been countless times where she had been tempted to throw all of her undergarments away, but she knew she’d need them eventually.
On her table was an unmarked, handwritten note:
Gracie,
I can’t promise the outcome but the meeting is set.
They want to meet with you. They’re very interested.
Wear something provocative. You know what they want.
9 pm. Tonight.
Be safe
x
Her informant had finally come through with something big, though the plan was far more dangerous than she had anticipated. She’d now be entering the heart of the organization.
No police backup this time. No recordings. Everything was strictly off the record at this point and only the Lieutenant was aware.
The crime ring’s influence was growing and they were suspected of having multiple members within the police ranks. Once again, the dirty work fell on Grace’s shoulders. She thrived on carrying that sort of burden.
Digging through her closet, she found the Jimmy Choo heels she needed. An empty handbag from Louis Vitton. Ironically, a white set of bra and panties from Agent Provocateur. The set was mostly see-through and her panties were lace, a gentle fabric that was sewn with intricate designs.
She stripped her clothes, tossing them to the bed, and she wore the lace undergarments. The contrast of the white color against her bronze skin was striking. It felt amazing against her flesh. It reminded her of good times, and bad. The soft sensation always made her feel aroused. But she snapped out of it. There was a lot of work to do tonight.
In the bag, she put her gun, badge and police ID. Then she wore the high heels. As tight as they were on her feet, they really showcased her athletic legs and highlighted her ass by the way she had to stand.
Finishing her outfit, she slipped on a thin blue dress which accentuated her curves and cleavage. She looked fuckable by any standard. Her makeup was done earlier and her hair was in a tight ponytail.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her pulse was racing. She had done a lot of crazy things in her life, but nothing compared to this.
***
The meeting took place in an undisclosed location. A car had picked her up, and before she was allowed to enter, she was blindfolded and searched before being put in the backseat.
After a 20 minute ride, she had been taken to the destination and guided to a building while still blindfolded.
When the blindfold was removed, she saw an elegant room. It looked like a museum or something similar, as artifacts were displayed on the walls. She was certain that they were still in the city and this group had access to this place without the owner knowing.
There were 3 men in masks wearing sharp suits. What was known of this crime syndicate was that many of their members were the elites; local politicians, powerful bankers, and members in law enforcement. So it wasn’t a surprise that these members were dressed with class.