[Cleared the tutorial mode? So the tutorial was just a horny lady cop?]
Watching the policewoman grinding her ass up and down on my dick, I was shocked all over again. This was nothing like the cops I’d t before—it was straight out of a porn flick!
[Sexy Lady Cop: Uniform Temptation now activated. Enjoy your ga.]
God, the ga had beco reality.
I actually didn’t get busted, and this cop was begging to fuck her like so starving slut.
"Fuck , I can’t take it anymore."
Stella looked back at , urging on. I held my dick, rubbing the tip along her pussy lips—her juices drenched my head.
Every ti I rubbed against her, Stella squird her ass anxiously, hoping I’d slide in.
"Stop teasing , fuck !"
"Slut, you getting this worked up?"
"Put it in."
"Beg . Beg, and I’ll give it to you."
"I’m begging you, please, I’m so itchy."
Holding her waist, I slowly pushed forward. Her pussy was soaking wet, so my tip went in easy.
"So fucking good. Oh god!" The cop instinctively lifted her ass, leaning back, her butt banging against my stomach. This bitch was on fire, grinding on my dick, my cock rubbing every fold inside her, sending chills through her body. She just got wetter, and the heat of my cock made her even hungrier for it.
Watching Stella twisting her waist like that, I raised my hand again. Smack! I slapped her ass hard.
"Ah!" The cop looked back at , "Hit , keep hitting ."
"You really are a fucking slut."
Smack, smack, smack!
I kept spanking her ass over and over, her whole round butt going red and flushed, but she just stuck out her tongue and looked high as hell, grinning. The harder I hit, the more she loved it.
"Ah, that’s so good, more, keep spanking my ass! Yes, yes, that’s it! Oh yes!"
"FUCK, just now you were threatening , now you’re begging like a bitch in heat."
"Deeper, harder."
I watched her scream, grabbed her waist, and ramd my cock all the way in.
"Ah! Fuck , fuck harder!" She threw her head back screaming, "You’re all the way in, so deep—ah, you’re hitting my womb. Oh, that’s so good!"
I grabbed her arm and pulled Stella up, reached my right hand from behind under her armpit to clutch her breasts, my left hand squeezing her neck, tilting her head back.
Looking down at her head raised, I kissed her hard, our tongues tangled together, twisting in our mouths like two poisonous snakes in heat, glueing together tight.
While kissing, I started thrusting faster, my hips slamming her ass and making loud slaps with each stroke.
The alley echoed with the sounds.
"Mmm... mmm!" Stella couldn’t make a sound with my kiss, so her moans seeped through her nose.
My left hand yanked her hair down, she stuck out her tongue and broke away.
I brought both hands to her chest, undid her uniform buttons, yanked her bra down to free two plump tits, grabbing those huge boobs from behind while pounding her ass.
The cop bent right over, hands on mine as I squeezed her tits, ass shaking back to et my thrusts.
Droplets from Stella’s soaked pussy ran down her legs onto her pants.
"Oh! I’m cumming, give it to , GOD! Ah, I want it, I need it!"
"Ah, fuck!"
I suddenly pulled out and pressed my cock against her ass. Pop— a hot load of cum shot across her lower back, dribbled down her crack, and dripped off her pussy lips.
The cop’s legs trembled, she squatted down on the ground, shaking all over.
I walked over, dick in hand, grabbed her chin and pressed the tip to her lips.
"So good! You’ve got such a great cock!" Stella said, licking my head with her tongue, then took the whole thing into her mouth, bobbing her head, her lips bumping my lower abs each ti.
"You’re taking it so deep. Does my cock taste good?"
"Ah!" The cop leaned her head back, slid my cock out, wiped the cum off her lips, and sucked the ss off her fingers.
[Sexy Lady Cop – Uniform Temptation complete. You’ve fucked Officer Stella, gained 1 Constitution point, Constitution 73. Constitution represents your overall physical ability, making you stronger.]
"Rember, if you hear anything about Claude, call ."
With that, the cop got up, pulled up her pants, and started fixing her uniform.
"You guys only busted the gang mbers on the beach today to find Claude?"
The cop buttoned her shirt, gave a look. "Rember, nobody gets away with killing a cop. Tonight we’re hitting every gang in Miami—no matter what crew Claude runs with, if we don’t catch him, none of you gets to do business."
Pressure? And not just one gang—they’re putting the squeeze on everyone.
They want to force the Haitians to fold, maybe even turn the whole city’s gangs into Claude-hunters.
"Guess that moron’s screwed."
The cop brushed dust off her pants and spoke up slowly, "He and his partner robbed a coffee shop this afternoon."
"A coffee shop?"
"Yep."
"No way!" I pulled up my pants, not buying it. What kind of gangster robs a coffee shop? Might as well hit a gas station. No, sothing’s off—I slled sothing odd. "What was in the coffee shop?"
The cop wiped her soaked pants with a tissue, looked up at . "Guess you’re not an idiot. The shop’s missing thirty kilos of pure cocaine."
"Worth over a million US Dollars? Even more if it’s cut and sold."
"That’s right."
"Why was there dope in the coffee shop?"
The cop turned, heading back to her squad car, tapping her shoulder radio. "A3, A3, situation cleared, nothing here."
"Hey, you didn’t answer my question!"
"It’s a Cuban place. Kenny, I want you to call if you hear anything! My partner’s waiting. See you, kid!"
I watched the cop drive off and stood in the alley, silent.
"Fuck. I actually fucked a cop!"
Bzz bzz bzz, my pocket lit up—my phone was vibrating nonstop. It was Amir calling.
"Hey, man, you okay?"
"I’m fine."
"Scared the hell out of back there. If I got caught they’d call ICE and lock up. What about you, any trouble?"
"No trouble, I’m just a warehouse manager. The weed’s not on , I don’t handle deals. All they’ll find is cash—nothing they can use to nail ."
"Alright, if you’re good let’s head back. Boss wants us at HQ."
"Drive over and pick up—I’m in the alley across the street."
After eting up with Amir, we drove toward Upper East Side.
Upper East Side sits between downtown Miami and Opa-Locka. The cri rate here is twice the national average, second only to Wynwood and downtown.
"You alright, man?" Amir kept glancing at from behind the wheel. He saw I was spaced out—clearly thinking hard about sothing.
"I’m fine." That bust at the start really did put on edge. Even if I said I’m fine, the truth is, if the DEA or MPD rolled up the whole supply chain, they’d get my role out of sobody’s mouth. With a snitch testifying, the State’s Attorney would still co for .
Sohow not only am I safe, I even fucked a cop.
But the trouble’s still there—that bitch is threatening to make her informant.
If I refuse, she’s got plenty of ways to fuck . Carrying a gun in public gets locked up just like that.
Even if I don’t snitch to Stella, that bitch isn’t letting go. She’ll find again for sure.
Damn it, snitches never co out on top, and guys on the edge always pay an impossible price.
I kept thinking, staring out at the bright lights of the city. Miami is beautiful—a paradise and a hellhole at the sa ti.
"We’re here!" The car stopped. Amir and I walked up to a bar.
It’s by-invite-only. Two dudes in black tees stood by the door.
When we got close, one bald dude pulled open the door and jerked his head for us to go in.
"Boss is waiting for you."
Pink-club—this is our Johnny Clan’s main base, our most important spot.
Besides laundering money, the bar moves product—weed, painkillers too!
This is practically every gang’s bread and butter, though so brokers don’t need to touch that shit.
Gangs have turf and their own little ecosystem, but the black market is way bigger than what the street gangs show.
You got banks for cash, currency exchanges, money launderers—even contract crews for jobs.
Inside, deafening music pounded my ears.
Strobe lights flashed over the dance floor, the crowd blurring in and out of view.
I went right to the VIP upstairs, where the music dropped way down.
Purple lights made the whole hallway glow. Through the glass wall, you could see all the dancers downstairs.
In the corridor, a hot, short-haired girl in a bunny suit approached, whispering, "They’re all in the back room waiting for you."
I pushed open the door, stepping in—suddenly I ran right into soone in front of .
Bam!
I slamd into their back.
My crotch pressed against a tight, round ass—perfect shape.
She was wearing a red strapless mini-dress.
Golden wavy hair poured down her back. I caught a whiff of perfu when I hit her.
"Idiot, you blind or what?"
She turned, cigarette in hand, and shot a cold, pissed-off glare.
This frosty, sharp-mouthed woman is Johnny’s business partner—and his mistress—Sofia Kulkova, a Russian chick.
She ca to Miami as a supermodel, but really she runs a flesh trade. She’s got a bunch of Russian girls, most illegal, so brought in through modeling agencies straight into her crew. She and Johnny work together because she’s got the Russian Mafia backing her.
Pink-club is technically Sofia’s place. She gave Johnny a cut to use him as a shield—and as muscle.
"Kenny, next ti watch your step." On the couch, a buzzcut white dude pointed at , poured Sofia a drink. "Ignore him, co have a drink, babe."
"I’m not in the mood." Sofia shot Johnny down. None of the crew batted an eye—she’s not property, she’s got her own muscle too.
A cig dangling from her lips, Sofia shot another cold look. "Next ti you bump into , I’ll break your legs. I hate being touched. Got it?"
"Sorry!" I gave Sofia a sheepish grin.
Yeah, she’s cold as hell, and definitely a tough bitch.
[Dangerous Woman: Boss’s Mistress mode unlocked. You can experience the thrill of an affair in this mode!]
Fuck!
The second I saw the notification, I couldn’t help looking straight at Sofia’s face.
No way. , an affair with her? She was just about to break my legs.
Ding!
A dialogue box popped up over Sofia’s head—my Observation skill going to work in scene mode.
[Didn’t expect Kenny’s dick to be this big. He pressed it right into my ass just now. I could feel heat flooding through , itching between my legs.]
Motherfucking bitch!
Slut, what you’re thinking in your head is nothing like what cos out of your mouth!
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