Killing with Kindness

[Vagrant]

"All of them?" Her eyes twinkled with naughtyness. "I've been with most of them before and let me tell you... almost all of them know how to handle a woman... and the ones I wouldn't put on that list? Well they're not bad either, just not amazing" She put her arm around Talia. "Quit that" she said as Talia once again tried to pull the hem of her dress down. "You have gorgeous legs, show them off."

Eve grabbed a couple glasses of wine and handed one to Talia before giving her a somewhat more than friendly kiss and then heading off to see if any of the guys were interested in her.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia was torn between allowing herself to be subsumed into her character, which would help her cover, and maintaining her own standards of behaviour. After a short internal battle, she gave in, and allowed herself to become Talia the down on her luck bar girl, blown away by the opulence and decadence all around her.

She didn't think too much about Eve's kiss - it was better to just go with the flow, and stop over analysing everything. She took a long drink of her wine, conscious that she was already buzzing from the mojito. It wouldn't do to over indulge, and let her guard down. Still, a little dutch courage never hurt anyone.

She smiled, and sidled over to the others, linking one arm with Brandy, and returning Eve's kiss.

"So you gentlemen enjoying the trip so far?"

 

[Vagrant]

The guys grinned at her and looked her over in her cute sun dress. She wasn't really competition for Brandy and Eve, but she was still attractive. "Oh yeah, but the best is yet to come Baby. This is your first time with us, so you have no idea what's in store." They laughed and took a drink from their own beverages.

"Hey," one of them said while looking around. "The boss isn't here yet. Talia right? Why don't you go bring the boss a drink and let him know he's missing a party?" It was obvious the way their eyes kept wandering over to the other, more well endowed and uninhibited women that her being chosen wasn't a sign of honour, but rather than if she wasn't, one of the other two would be leaving them.

By the time Talia was leaving the room, Brandy had her tits out being fondled from behind by one of them while Eve was stradling the other kissing him lustfully.

When she found him, Liam was on the phone. He held up a hand acknoledging her pressence but asking her to give him a moment before speaking. "Yes, I understand. But I want you to understand that I want them gone. Not away, not relocated, gone. They're obstacles to my plans and you know better than most what I do to obstacles. Take care of it for me. Or you may find yourself an obstacle. Is that clear?" He wanted Talia to hear that, to give her something to encourage her to dig deeper, immerse herself more into the world he was opening up for her.

What she didn't know was that he was talking to one of her handlers, the cop that had originally told him about her assignment. And he was talking about all of the other cops assigned to be her contacts. By the time they reached port again at the end of the trip, they would all have been quietly disposed of. Leaving the one man she had contact with from her real life... or should he start calling it her old life... doing what he wanted.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia's face was still heated with humiliation, as she realised that she had been sent to get Liam, so that the guys didn't miss out on time with Brandy and Eve. Not that she wanted to compete with the two strippers and all, but still.... it would be nice to be in the running!

Having knocked, she opened the door to Liam's large and luxuarious state cabin, with a sitting area, desk and computer station. She stood, and waited for him to finish his call, her mind going back into 'cop mode' as she evesdropped shamelessly.

"Yes, I understand. But I want you to understand that I want them gone. Not away, not relocated, gone. They're obstacles to my plans and you know better than most what I do to obstacles. Take care of it for me. Or you may find yourself an obstacle. Is that clear?"

Her heart was hammering. Who was he talking to? And who was he planning to have killed - it was clear from his language that was what he was discussing! Excitement at finally catching a break filled her, and she smiled, a glorious, happy smile.

She decided instantly that she needed to get closer to Liam, much closer, if she hoped to bring him down. Momentarily disheartened, she glanced down at her own, ordinary body, and groaned. It would be nigh impossible to draw his attention from the strippers to her, she had already seen how the other guys behaved, and she knew she wouldn't stand a chance.

She bent over his desk, giving him a clear view of her tits, barely encased in the low cut sundress.

"Come on handsome, the party can't get started til the host with the most appears!"

She giggled, feeling foolish, but oddly lighthearted.

"We better leave your cabin now, before people start to jump to conclusions, huh?!"

She smiled again, and wished her breasts were bigger, more impressive. Unfortunately, most of her clothing didn't allow for a bra - she could use a good push up now. She pressed her upper arms to her sides, squeezing her breasts together, making her cleavage more obvious, as she linked her arm with Gallagher's, and did her best to be seductive.

 

[Vagrant]

Liam had his arm around her as they walked back to the main dining room. He imagined that she would have slapped him if he had put his hand on her ass when she had first infiltrated his club. But not anymore... she was in too deep to give up catching him now.

The music in the dining room was thumping as they approached the door and only got louder when he opened it for her. He was a gentleman after all. Inside, the party had indeed already started. Drinks were flowing same as before, but now the only pairs of breasts that were covered happened to be above pussy's that weren't. Everyone the eye looked there was some for of coupling.

Brandy was sitting in the lap of one man with her dress bunched up around her waist while he fingered her, the two of them watching Eve who was naked and doing some dirty dancing with another guy. All of the women were flushed and making no effort to hide their arousal.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Talia was so excited at the possibility of gathering juicy information on Gallagher. Her heart was pounding, and when he slipped his arm around her, she leaned into him, eager to promote closeness, so that she could glean even more information. He would get more and more used to her, and then she would hear everything. Her heart hammered in time to the pulsating beat coming from the direction they were heading toward. Obviously the party had kicked up a notch.

Despite running through all the things they knew (but couldn't prove) Gallagher was involved in, she found herself impressed at his manners. He reached around her, opening the door, and holding it for her, his hand on the small of her back, as he ushered her forward. She wasn't used to that. Not at all. She worked in an environment where she was constantly reminding, by both word and deed, that she was a cop, not a woman, an androgynous crime fighter. In her world, if she allowed herself to "be a woman", she would quickly find herself consigned to traffic, desk duty, or vice - none of which appealed, nor led to a blazing career.

She stopped dead, almost stumbling, when she looked around the room. It was like an orgy - well, not quite, but clearly heading in that direction. She was one of the only..... no, THE ONLY woman who was not showing all she had, and engaging in titillation and foreplay. Her shock was quickly replaced by something that felt an awful lot like .... envy. She looked around, and EVERY male eye was focused on Brandy, Eve and the others, who were "entertaining" the men in one way or another. Talia felt almost invisible. Her earlier worry about her dress, about how much cleavage and thigh she was showing seemed oddly prudish now, in light of the activity and conduct of all the other women.

She clung to Gallagher, and put her most seductive smile on her face, leaning forward, flashing as much cleavage as she could.

"How 'bout you buy a girl a drink? It seems I have a little..... catching up to do! Don't wanna get left behind!"

She blushed, realising that her words could be interpreted in more ways than the one she intended, and then mentally shrugged. She had a case to build, and what better way to do so, than to worm her way into her suspect's bed. She gasped, shocked at her line of thought. No! She wasn't willing to whore herself out for the sake of the case ..... was she??? Still, if it led to his conviction, to collapsing his criminal empire... it would be worth it... wouldn't it??? By the time she was handed a drink, she felt in need of it, and poured it down her throat without pause, absent-mindedly holding it out again.

"Think I need another!! Make it a double this time!"