Undercover Swinger

[princesssexci]

Under Cover Swinger
Written by ThatGuyWhoRps and PrincessSexci​

"Sgt Cullen, do you copy, do you copy?" Jenna rolled her eyes as that masculine voice repeated itself over and over. She adjusted her the little mic in her bra and nodded, as if they could hear her. "Yes, now shut the fuck up!" She snapped, as she watched the suspect walk past her car and into starbucks. See, in reality Jenna Cullen was an undercover cop.

At the moment, she was under cover trying to bust Andrew Jackson. He typically hosted swingers parties, indecent exposure or some crap like that. He lured couples into it, sort of like a cult A sexual cult, so to speak. Many of the residents who previously lived in their own house, moved there.

Getting out of the car, Jenna adjust her short black skirt and waltzed into Starbucks. She scanned the coffee shop, not many people were here this morning. Part of her cover, was that she pretended to have a major crush on this guy. Not that he wasn't cute, he was definitely boyfriend material as far as looks go.

Ordering her frappucino, she walked over to where Andrew Jackson had been sitting drinking his hot cup of coffee. "Hey, you..." Thankfully, she'd gotten past the awkward stage of talking to him, she'd managed to have a short conversation with him almost every morning. Jenna pushed her black hair back behind her shoulder, "Mind if I join you?"

There conversation had gone from there and moved into the flirty zone, which was part of Jenna's plan. Eventually, Andrew had invited her to an upcoming party which was this Friday. However, the only problem was that she'd need a date. She didn't have a date. Jenna was the all work-no play kind of girl. She took her job very seriously and having a boyfriend meant having someone worry about you.

A few hours later, she was sitting in the office going through her phone book. There were only a select amount of guys in her phone book. One of them being her father and her best guy friend...who moved to California about three months ago.

Sighing, she dialed her stepdads number. God, this was going to be awkward if he agreed. The phone rang three times, until she heard his voice, "Hey dad, guess who? I need a favor and please don't over react..."

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[ThatGuyWhoRPs]

Mack Cullen pressed the send button on his cell phone and, holding it several inches from his mouth, called out, "Put the dope away, guys ... and for Christ's sake, pay the hooker already!"

He put the phone to his ear to for his sometimes-Vice Cop, sometimes-Drug Squad step-daughter's witty response to his off-center humor, but instead heard, "Hey dad, guess who? I need a favor and please don't over react..."

"Are you okay...?" he asked without hesitation, certain that something tragic had gone wrong or was about to.

He'd never liked the idea that Jenna carried a gun as part of her job, and he cared less for the fact that the creeps she was after usually carried more and bigger guns. Needless-to-say, he and Jenna's mother had become downright frantic about her latest assignment, an undercover gig that he'd learned meant she often was without either or both her weapon or backup team. "What's wrong?"

 

[princesssexci]

"Are you okay...?"

Jenna bit her lip. How exactly was she going to explain this to her dad. She had actually just dialed and didn't even think this out. Pursing her lips, she opened her mouth to say something, then shut it, then once again opened it. "I..I kinda have a problem I need help with..." she started.

That was a good start.

"What's wrong?"

"Well, I know you and mom have seriously been worried about my latest case, I've been working on..." Jenna started, she waited for some kind of reaction and then continued, "Well, I've almost got him! Just one more task to complete..." She swallowed hard and absentmindedly played with her black hair. "So, yeah...theres this party and the only way I can go is to have a date. Go with me, please?"

She gave her stepdad another moment to digest what she'd just said. Then once more, she continued, "Look I know it sounds wrong but no one has to know your my stepdad and technically, its not even incest or anything cause you're my step dad, emphasis on step. Also, we aren't going to be doing anything, I promise! Not only that, you always complain that I rarely have backup. So here's your chance to be my back up. Please daddy?" Even though Mack wasn't her actual dad, he always seemed stoked whenever she called him daddy. When she was a teenager, just to rebel she'd call him by his first name but found she normally got what she wanted when she called him dad or daddy.

Jenna had learned to use this to her advantage.

 

[ThatGuyWhoRPs]

"I..I kinda have a problem I need help with..." Jenna answered him.

For a brief moment, Mack was relieved by her tone; it didn't sound work related after all. But, knowing some of the other crap she'd been putting up with in her life recently, he still reacted with concern, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Well, I know you and mom have seriously been worried about my latest case, I've been working on..."

Ah, it IS work... That feeling was back again. A couple of years earlier, the Press had reported a police shooting involving a female undercover officer -- the exact Agency had never been identified -- and coincidentally Jenna had disappeared for several weeks, only to return chipper and colorful ... and nursing what she called a twisted back. Her mother hadn't suspected anything; she'd just been glad to see her little girl back for a home cooked meal and a night of restful sleep in the room that was still kept for her upstairs. But Mack had always wondered whether the unidentified officer had been Jenna, and that the girl was hiding the truth for her sometimes-hysterical mother.

"Well, I've almost got him! Just one more task to complete..." she continued explaining. "So, yeah...there's this party and the only way I can go is to have a date. Go with me, please?"

A smile spread across Mack's face, but he wasn't quite sure why. The last time he'd been asked to chaperone Jenna anywhere was very early in her 8th Grade year, to "Bring Your Dad To School Day".

"Look I know it sounds wrong but no one has to know your my stepdad," she went on.

I've never been undercover, Mack thought, smiling. I've been UNDER COVERS ... but never UNDERCOVER!

And then she said something that bewildered him. "... and technically, its not even incest or anything cause you're my step dad, emphasis on step. Also, we aren't going to be doing anything, I promise!"

She continued on, something about backup and him complaining; but Mack's brain was stuck on techically it's not incest! What the hell was she into ... and, at least as importantly, what the hell was she getting him into?

"Please daddy?"

Her begging voice -- he almost thought she was 16 again, asking for the keys to his classic Firebird, which she never got! -- brought him back to reality. "I think we need to get together, before I commit to something that ... well, that I just don't understand. Can you break cover long enough to meet...?

 

[princesssexci]

"I think we need to get together, before I commit to something that ... well, that I just don't understand. Can you break cover long enough to meet...?"

Jenna blinked a few times then realized, she hadn't actually gone into full explanation of the whole situation. It was probably because her parents were worried enough about her and her job. How exactly was she supposed to explain that this guy was wanted on multiple accounts.

Illegal drug use being one of the few, kidnapping women and men but making it seem like it was the victims idea.. this guy was crazy! However, Jenna knew she couldn't do her job without a date and her only plausible date at the moment was her stepdad.

Not only that, once she booked this guy, she'd be getting a raise. Raises were always a good incentive.

"Sure. Can't be too long though." She said