Double Eclipse (Closed for TheGrind)

[LadyCara]

Real Name: Julia Mackenzie
Undercover name: Candy Jacobs

Height 5ft 5”
Build: Long legs, shapely, would pass as a swim suit model
Age: 26


Julia was an undercover cop and was working in ‘The Cabana’ as a waitress, that way she could mill around the tables unnoticed. It was the kind of establishment that was low on lights, girls pole dancing, loud music and waitresses wearing short blue pvc skirts, matching bikini tops and a plastic flower in their ear.

Security stopped the customers getting to frisky with the girls, but Julia was sure her ass was black and blue from the amount it had been pinched.

She hadn’t long been out of the academy when she was transferred to the Undercover Section. There was a rumour of a big shipment, codenamed ‘Double Eclipse’. The fact that the informants knew about it, but nothing else had the department worried. They did manage to get a name and from what Julia could gather, the name had them double worried as when this guy was involved, things had a habit of going bad, very fast. The reason they were sending her in rather than a seasoned cop was they needed someone he wouldn’t recognise as many of them had tried to get close to him previously and it was also possible he had several cops on his payroll. She hadn’t been around other departments, making her an ‘unknown’. Or at least, that’s what they hoped.

They knew the guy frequented ‘The Cabana’, but he was always surrounded by body guards and high tech, making bugging him very very difficult. So her brief had been to get close, get friendly and if he got used to her being around he would hopefully let something slip. Also, she was to get him to take her back to his place, whether it was as a waitress at one of his parties or in some other capacity that would allow her to do some snooping around.

Julia was beginning to think the guy would never arrive when her colleague in the bar passed her and as he did so, whispered in her ear. “He’s here.”

Julia waited for the mark to take a seat then took a deep breath and went over to him.

“Hi, My name’s Candy, I’ll be your waitress for the night. Can I take your drinks order?” She said, giving him her cute smile.

 

[TheGrind]

Only an idiot worked for a living. Naturally what Anthony committed his life to was work but it was different from the fools who punched the clock. Things felt they ran at a more leisurely pace while knowing he was constantly on call for one dangerous or dirty thing or another. Those who ground their nose against the grindstone often looked down on his kind but what was an honest job anyway? He took something people didn’t want from one place and turned a profit somewhere else. It was no different than one man ransacking Africa working under threat of death while the Industrious hard-working man benefited from those raw materials in a more civilized society. There was no difference from what Anthony did. The world struggled with honesty. Anthony didn’t.

During his downtime when there wasn’t anything to worry about, partly because of the retinue that accompanied him, he’d fall into any number of restaurants or clubs. One was just as good as the other since he always ended up getting what he wanted whether it was officially on the menu or not.

The Cabana was one of those places tonight. It wasn’t a spot he’d normally step into based on the name but Girls, Girls, Girls blazed in neon in his head. That was reason enough. It didn’t take long after entering the place before Anthony and a few of the men he was with were seated. It wasn’t a business meeting but neither were wives or girlfriends permitted. Rules had a way of relaxing when away from home.

His personal pack wasn’t as thick tonight as it usually was. As it was a little later than usual one by one they began flaking off with whatever flakes they found through their midnight adventure. As he pulled himself into a chair he was reminded just how much of a break he needed from the night, even if it’d only be an hour or two.

Then he saw his waitress not too far behind. What he really wanted to give the initials of DRC but he wanted something closer to his working man roots.

Anthony gave his waitress a good look over. She was new and he had yet to touch the thing. If anything could be said, she needed to be broken in.

“Bring a bottle of Jack Daniels 100 Proof,” he instructed. “And five shot glasses.” Including Anthony there were a total of four men sitting around the table. Already he’d been making plans for Miss PVC. “One more thing,” Anthony instructed before she had a chance to retrieve his order, “You’re our waitress tonight. That means you’re on call for anything we might require. You’re not going to be busy with other tables. You are our waitress and don’t worry, your manager will understand.” He offered her a brief, standard smile before pinching her ass and returning his attention to those at his table.

 

[LadyCara]

"Yes Sir." she said, smiling at him and when she turned she felt his hand on her ass. After this undercover job, she would hit the next man who pinched her bum, she promised herself. She had never bben touched so much, outside of sex, that is.

Julia made her way to the bar and ordered the bottle of Jack Daniels. The barman raised his eyes at her questioningly, until she pointed at the table she was serving. He nodded in response and got her the bottle and the shot glasses, as well as ensuring that her other tables would be covered.

Julia returned to the table and went round each man handing out a glass and then pouring the liquid into the glasses. When she poured the glass of the guy next to Anthony she made sure that Anthony would get a good look at her ass and knew he'd probably see the thong she was wearing. Lastly she poured Anthony's drink, again bending so that he would get a good look at her cleavage. She hoped she wasn't coming on to strong, but she knew this may be her only chance to hook the guy, so she was using any advantage she could get.

All that remained on the tray was the remaining shot glass and she wasn't sure what to do with it.

"Expecting another guest?" she asked as she stood next to him and brushed a strand of her brunette hair out of her face.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony kept his eyes on the girl as she walked away. To him she wasn’t anything more than a piece of flesh he wanted to stick his dick into. While the other three spoke of something Anthony was no longer listening to, he focused his eyes on her as she returned to his table. He could tell just by the length of time she was gone that she was squaring things away. Before the night was over he was sure he’d have her. Money wasn’t the only thing that was tight these days.

He didn’t miss a beat once she returned, showcasing her ass and that thong she was wearing. Neither did Anthony try to avert his eyes as she leaned over, pouring his shot.

When she questioned if he was expecting another he didn’t answer right away. Instead he reached his hand out, his index finger hooking inside of her top yet not touching her breasts. Then he tugged on her shirt as he pulled her closer lest she test its strength as he spoke, “That one’s for you.” Then with his other hand he reached toward his filled shot glass, setting it just off center and to the right, “This one is yours too.” Then he released his light hold on her top.

Anthony pulled his chair out a few more inches, just enough to grant him enough space away from the table. As there wasn’t an extra chair, he offered her nothing more than his lap and the two shots he expected her to take down before sitting.

 

[LadyCara]

Julia allowed Anthony to pull her closer, curious as to what he wanted and wondering if she'd gone to far with her little show of flesh.

That one’s for you.” Then with his other hand he reached toward his filled shot glass, setting it just off center and to the right, “This one is yours too.”

Shit! Julia thought to herself as she stood back up, the last thing she wanted was to get drunk, but on the other hand it would make her more relaxed and make the situation easier, also, she daren't offend him in case he decided to get another girl, so Julia picked up the shot glass.

"I'm not supposed to drink with the customers, but i'm sure the boss won't mind." she said as she picked the glass up and drinking it in one hit.

*cough, cough* "Wow, that's good." she croaked, surprised by the way it hit the back of her throat. She could feel it leaving a trail of warmth as it moved through her system and the alcohol began to buzz through her veins and the loud base beat from the music vibrating through her body.

Gingerly she picked up the other shot glass. She knew this wasn't a good idea, but also that she had no way out of it. Again she knocked it back again, glad that this time she was prepared for it and though it took her breath away she didn't cough this time.

Julia began to feel very warm and the room began to sway.

"Think I need to get some air." but no sooner had she taken a couple of steps than she found herself starting to loose her balance. One second she was standing, next she was sitting in Anthony's lap with one arm around his shoulders and leaning against him with her legs slightly apart.

"You're cute." she slurred slightly her finger just touching his jaw. "Wow it's hot in here. Is it me or is it hot in here?" she asked him as the alcohol continued to work it's way through her.

In the back of her mind Julia knew that one more shot and she would pass out, but in her present state he could do anything he wanted with her and she wouldn't be able to stop him or even protest. She knew that thought should scare her, but in her drunk fuddled haze she couldn't remember why.

 

[TheGrind]

‘Not supposed to drink with the customers,’ Anthony rolled over in his mind. Bullshit. A waitress could do whatever she wanted, or rather the customer, if enough money traded hands. And considering how much he laid down on a night out he’d be damned if there was anything he, or his friends, weren’t supposed to do.

Watching her, he followed her hand as she reached for the second glass. There was no use in waiting. The only reason to drink liquor was to get trashed and the only reason to drink beer was to keep the bartenders away. Anthony understood that two shots following one another like lemmings would have his desired effect, or at least the start of it. All he really understood was her ass; he knew nothing of her tolerance level.

The moment she claimed she needed air he stopped her and pulled her easily down into his lap. He wasn’t entirely sure if he could claim complete credit for it or if she went down on her own accord but he wasn’t going to argue principal with a young, drunk woman on his knee.

Anthony shifted his weight ever so slightly as he tugged her legs enough so they hid underneath the table. One hand wrapped itself around her waist as if to hold her still, to keep her near, or just to keep her from tumbling onto the floor. The other rested on her left thigh.

The pvc skirt was nothing to get around. His hand sneaked between her thighs as he mindlessly paid attention to the conversation at the table. There was a call by one of the men to bring around another five shots which another waitress hopped to get. At the same time Anthony’s hand trampled across the thong she was wearing. Although he didn’t pull it to the side.

Anthony ran his knuckles against the cloth protecting her pussy as his grip on her waist became more pronounced, “Its feeling a little warm tonight.”

 

[LadyCara]

Julia could feel his arm around her, it felt like it was holding her in place, stopping her from sliding off his lap and tumbling to the floor. She didn't object when he moved her so that her legs were beneath the table and in her drunken state she did nothing to resist, feeling a little like a rag doll, a very relaxed rag doll.

One on the men called for more drinks and the thought crossed her mind that she was their waitress and should get it, but she was so comfortable and the room was still swaying as if she was at sea.

Julia could feel the mans hand sliding down beneath her thighs and she opened her legs even further to allow him easy access. Drink always made her feel horny so when she felt his knuckles against her pussy, she did nothing to resist. The thin material had little in the way of padding, so she could feel each ridge of each knuckle and the way he ran his hand over her pussy made her breath give a little hitch.She wiggled her hips against his hand trying to get a little pressure there or even friction. Anything that would give her a sexual thrill as she knew drink always made her more responsive and it had been months since she'd last had sex and this guy was really starting to turn her on.

“Its feeling a little warm tonight.”

"Very warm and you're making me very hot." she said slurring her words and her eyes flicking to his hand beneath the table to indicate she wasn't talking just about room temperature. "P'rhaps you know somewhere....." her fuddled brain looked for the missing words, "Somewhere, y'know." As she spoke one of her free hands trailed along his arm around his waist.

 

[TheGrind]

As he felt her legs spread for him he knew she was going to be a pliable thing. Even the other waitresses when they came along and had their drinks other nights weren’t as willing as this one. Usually a word or a threat would settle them down but with this one Anthony didn’t have to do a damned thing. She might be getting off easy tonight.

Anthony ignored her when she spoke about how hot she was getting. The girl was drunk and he was rubbing against her pussy with his hand but he wasn’t done here tonight and he wasn’t about to leave until he felt like it. Until that time he was going to keep her right where she was. Then a thought happily came to his mind as he wondered exactly how much this girl could take in front of other people.

“I know plenty of places,” Anthony returned to her after a little more rubbing from his knuckles, “but we’re not leaving yet.” Then his knuckles left her. His fingers returned easily sidestepping the thin thong she wore as his fingers touched against her bare flesh. While above the table his other hand reached for one of the shots the waitress had brought over, his other hand and a pair of fingers were inching their way inside her.

Above the table he smiled, spoke and took down his shot as though nothing abnormal was happening, and it really wasn’t. Perhaps strange to people who came into places and clubs like this but Anthony was used to getting what he wanted how he wanted it. Candy was just another toy for him to play with.

 

[LadyCara]

Funny, I know lots of places too." she giggled.


Julia was disappointed when he moved his knuckles away, but that didn't last long as she felt him move the thong to one side.


"What'r y'doin'?" she asked curiosity in her voice. "Oh!" she said surprised as she felt his fingers move slowly inside her. Her body gave a shiver of anticipation.


The drunk part of her brain desperately wanted him to frig her whilst a part was yelling at her to get away, but she was sooo relaxed, she found she didn't want to move, except for her hips that tried to get the fingers deep inside her.


The knuckles had made her damp, but the fingers made her wet. The thought of his companions watching or knowing what was going on also added another level of excitement. She knew her nipples were probably starting to show through the thin material, but thought it best to not look down to check.


By now she really wanted him to frig her, but daren't ask, in case he said yes, so instead she opened her legs wide, ensuring he had easy access as her thoughts flitted between 'no' and 'please'.


"Let's go s'm'where private." she asked, giving it one last try.

 

[TheGrind]

The pleas she offered to run away to some private location fell on deaf ears. Anthony was going to do whatever he wanted to this sweet young thing and he was sure not only did she know it, but his friends knew it as well. His fingers worked as a machine with steady strikes back and forth inside her. At the same time his other hand moved up along her body until it cupped her breast. This one was for everyone to see. If they weren’t sure about what went on underneath the table, there was no denying what he held above it. And with the occasional passing second his thumb flicked across her burgeoning nipple.

After a few minutes of playing with his bitch he lowered his hand beneath the table again. Rather than returning to fool around with her, he unbuttoned his pants, lowering the zipper enough so he could free his cock. Hidden by the low tablecloth, and her skirt, his dick was free.

It didn’t take much effort to move her just slightly so she was confident of what he’d done. A slight shift and his hardening cock brushed against her thighs. By now both hands were free from her except for a hand on her hip that remained only to keep her steady.

Then he leaned forward, his breath breezing against her ear, “Put that pussy to use.”

 

[LadyCara]

Julia gave soft murmurs of pleasure as she felt his fingers going in and out of her and the way his thumb flicked against her nipples. By now, both nipples were clearly showing beneath the material. The murmurs turned to gasps as she her body trembled with sexual pleasure, feeling an orgasm beginning to build.

She briefly wondered why he stopped, but then felt his cock brush against her and then against the lips of her pussy.

“Put that pussy to use.”

Even though Anthony had one hand holding her steady, she put out both hands, holding the table as her hips rocked back and forth, her breasts rising and falling. Julia looked up and saw the guy opposite her staring intently at them, a glazed look on his face. He too had a hand moving beneath the table.

Feeling Anthony’s cock and knowing she was being watched as her body slid against his cock made her feel embarrassed, but also very turned on. She looked at Anthony’s other companions, those who hadn’t passed out looked as though they wanted a piece of her. Julia shivered at the thought.

By now, she was feeling very, very horny and tried to get Anthony’s cock to slide into her.

“Fuck me, please.” she nearly begged as her pussy slid faster against his cock, wondering if she could raise her hips far enough off his lap to get it in her.

 

[TheGrind]

What a piece of sleaze. She’d have been perfect for an 80’s groupie. Not that he was going to turn her down but he liked to play with his prey. There had to be some fun before the game was over.

“You’re a dirty, little whore,” he spoke in her ear as she pressed both her hands against the table. With enough assurance that she wouldn’t topple over, his hand holding her in place moved and slid underneath the table. With this new aid he dragged his dick back and forth along her slit. Just by her actions alone he could tell how badly she wanted it.

Then he pulled his cock away, pushing it back inside his pants before zipping and buttoning them up tight. “But dirty little whores aren’t fucked in clubs. They’re fucked in the alley. Go outside and wait for me. I’ll be there in a little while.”

With that he shifted his body enough so she could at least fall into the chair next to him, one step closer to reaching the back door. Then he reached forward and took his glass, taking his one drink for the night before he turned to see if his waitress was on her way.

 

[LadyCara]

Julia could feel his cock brushing against her as her hips rocked faster back and forth and was surprised when she felt it being removed and put back in his pants.

“You’re a dirty, little whore,”

‘Shit’ had she gone to far, she wondered and cursed herself for letting the drink get the better of her.

“But dirty little whores aren’t fucked in clubs. They’re fucked in the alley. Go outside and wait for me. I’ll be there in a little while.”

Julia found her self tipped into the chair next to him, his words began to penetrate her alcohol fuelled brain. Julia hesitated, she knew she should say no, tell Anthony where to get off, but they needed the information and everyone knew men tended to talk more after they were relaxed by sex and so Julia got up and wobbled to the door that lead out the back.

Though it was a warm night a breeze could be felt and a slight chill in the air. Julia’s clothes weren’t warm so she walked up and down wishing the lighting was better out back here and hoping that no-one passed that would get the wrong idea.

Julia ambled past the large bins where the club dumped it’s rubbish, beyond that was an old mattress that Julia assumed had been used by a tramp if the nearby cardboard were anything to go by, but there were also stains on it she didn’t want to look closely at.

Opposite was a chain fence and a few feet beyond was a warehouse in darkness., what i contained she had no idea, probably a machine shop she surmised from the rusty metal scattered around the outside.

All her instincts were screaming at her ‘get in the club’, ‘get away’, but she reminded herself, she was a cop with a job to do, and so she waited, knowing that whatever he had in mind she'd have to go along with, because if they didn't find out what was going on, then there could be serious blood shed.

Still feeling unsteady on her feet and her head still slightly fuzzy, Julia leans against one of the poles keeping the fence upright, watching the back door to the club, waiting for Antony to exit.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony took his time. And another shot. Five minutes passed, then ten as he spoke with the other man still at the table. There were even a few words exchanged with their new waitress before Anthony finally pulled himself from the chair and stood, reaching for his wallet. Pulling out a few bills he tossed them onto the table before pocketing his wallet, weaving his way through the tables until he found the exit that whore had taken.

Pushing against it he instantly felt the breezy night air hit his face. It was warm but fresh. For a brief moment he took in his surroundings, not a doubt that the girl was around. He smiled momentarily, satisfied with the scene. It was just how he pictured it, or rather, remembered it from another night or two in his past. There was new trash but the same old sleaze.

“Candy,” he spoke to the alley, “Get your tight little ass over here so we can finish what we started in there. Don’t waste my time tonight. Slow girls have a hard time finding a decent job around this place.”

 

[LadyCara]

The trouble with being out in the cooler air was Julia began to sober up, more aware of what she was doing. She was tempted to retreat back to the club, to throw the whole thing in when Anthony came out, throwing any descisions out the window.

“Candy,” he spoke to the alley, “Get your tight little ass over here so we can finish what we started in there. Don’t waste my time tonight. Slow girls have a hard time finding a decent job around this place.”

Julia moved over to him and gave him a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"Yes, Sir." she said moving over to him, wondering what exactly she should do, especially as she doubted she could move him over to the wall or behind the bins, so instead, standing in the middle of the alley she moved over to him and undid the zip on his pants.

Julia briefly wondered if she should undo her top, but the thought of a stranger coming by or someone coming out the back of the club stopped her. Also if Anthony wanted her top off, then she suspected he'd take it off her anyway.

Julia's hand slid inside his pants stroking his cock and freeing it, then she got on her knees in front of him and ran her hand up and down his cock and then circled her hand around it moving her hand up and down to make it good and hard and ready for her mouth.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony easily forgave her expression the moment she spoke, ‘Yes, Sir.’ It was something he’d been used to but not entirely to this club. However it’d be something he’d soon demand now that one of its workers had dropped to her knees, working with his zipper.

As the zipper dropped he felt his cock fall free and into Candy’s hand, readying him for what was to come. Before she was able to connect her mouth with his cock he reached down, grabbing the top of her shirt and forcing it over the top of her head. With some effort he eventually wrest it from her body and tossed it to the side, onto the soiled mattress nearby.

“Lay down there,” instructed his new found bitch toward where the shirt had landed. Then as he let her climb into position he dropped his pants to free his cock so he could fuck this little waitress girl before going home for the night.

 

[LadyCara]

Julia trembled a little in shock as he removed her top, her breasts coming free and she could feel the chill in the air. She still wore the skirt and the g-string.

“Lay down there,”

She tried not to wrinkle her nose in disgust at the dirty matress but laid down on it as he instructed and watched as he undid his pants. She wanted to get up, to run and scream and get away, but she knew she’d have to go through with this, so instead she watched as she laid there with her legs apart trying to pretend she did this all the time, though he stomach was beginning to flip.

She thought about saying something, anything, but her mouth had gone dry and so she waited for him to make the next move.

 

[TheGrind]

Anthony stood still as he watched Candy follow his instruction with ease. She was more compliant than most. Usually some of the girls would put up some kind of protest until a quick reaction from him sent them back to their knees, or better, onto their back. Anything that made Anthony’s life easier he was definitely in to.

As she laid down Anthony stepped at the edge of the mattress, reaching between her legs until he found the g-string. With a few tugs he was able to wrest it from her body until it was in his hand. Once he had control over it he tossed it to the side, onto the ground with the rest of the back alley trash. Then he grabbed one of her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the mattress until her ass was on the very edge of it. There was no way in hell he was going to touch that thing. The girl was probably covered in diseases anyway, a few more weren’t going to hurt.

Then he let his pants drop to the ground and moved over her. He knelt, placing himself between her legs and brushed his cock against her pussy. Then he drove into her, hard and fast. Fucking her.