SYDNEY SAVAGE

Slavers

by PJ

One

Notes from the author: I would like to take the time to thank JK for his input in this story. Basically, he supplied an outline and idea for the story, and I just expanded on it and wrote the scenes accordingly, which made things rather easy. Also, although there wasn't an editor for this story, he checked the time-line of the story, and made sure that it made sense.

Feel free to e_mail me with comments, criticisms, ideas, etc. Thanks and happy reading.

*****

Moonlighting Montoya

By: Night Creeper

It was getting late and most of the citizens of Gotham City had closed their doors and gone to sleep. However, when the lights go out in Gotham, things begin to stir. For Gotham City was full of colorful characters, some of them criminals and others were costumed crime fighters. Regardless, none of them were like Detective Renee Montoya. The woman was born to a modest family that immigrated from the Dominican Republic. She even decided to skip the university education and attended a community one instead. Many people didn't think she would make it in the police force since she was partnered with Harvey Bullock. Yet, through her dedication and hard work, the woman not only won Harvey over, but the rest of the police force including Commissioner Gordon. Yet, it was the whole education thing that made her accept her current assignment. Instead of trying to track down Gotham's elusive rogue's gallery, she had accepted a shift at Gotham City University, a former community college that was now fully accredited and giving the state schools a run for their money thanks to the generous donations of one, Bruce Wayne. Within months, the college had fraternities, sororities, sports teams, mascots, and the occasional bonfire after a hard won victory on the football field. Because of such events, the campus security had requested some assistance from the Gotham City Police Department and on this night, Detective Renee Montoya, was it.

"Hello? Anyone there?" a familiar gruff voice blared over the police radio.

"Yes Harvey, I'm here," Montoya replied as she gripped the steering wheel and continued to make her way around campus.

"The football game ended two hours ago and we just sent the last batch of rebel rousers home. The campus people are cleaning up the debris and the rest of the boys are calling it a night."

"And you're telling me this because?"

"Because, you're the one with the late shift."

"Rubbing it in?"

"Rubbing it in all over your face."

"Thanks Harvey," the woman sighed.

"Don't mention it. Goodnight," the man spoke as he left the airwaves.

"Goodnight Bullock," Montoya spoke as she concentrated on the road in front of her.

Occasionally, she saw a student walking about, but they were harmless. Wayne Enterprises had installed cameras at several points of interest that kept crime down since the bat and his allies seem to have a special relationship with the place. No one knew why, but most of the time, a simple crime like vandalism often meant an encounter with the bat. Thus, the criminals tend to stay away from the place, making it an easy drive for Montoya. The woman's career as an officer wasn't easy. She had been kidnaped, tortured, and shot at numerous times. Not to mention, she encountered several nefarious death traps from several criminals. Yet, she made it out of all those situations alive, which couldn't be said for her old high school boyfriend, who died during an outbreak of plague. Ever since his death, she had never dated again. The closet thing she had to a date was her partner, Harvey Bullock, and she hardly considered him boyfriend material.

"Hey Montoya! You sure you want to cruise around campus? The boys and I are headed to the diner for some coffee . . ."

"And doughnuts? That doesn't sound very fun. Besides, this is my job."

"You know there isn't much to do tonight. Besides, go home and get some sleep."

"Hello, this is my job."

"Oh right! Cruise around campus in order to find a boyfriend," the man joked.

"Very funny," the woman spoke as she rolled her eyes.

"Don't overwork yourself there."

"Didn't you say you were leaving?"

"I am leaving. We're next to the diner. Except there's a wait and I didn't feel like standing outside in the drizzle like the other boys. Hence, I'm waiting in the car until we're seated. Oh look! Sorry, I got to go. They're waving me in. Looks like we got seats!" the man said happily as he left the squad car.

"I helped jail Two-Face and countless criminals. Yet, I hardly understand that man," the woman sighed.

"Detective Montoya. Detective Montoya. This is campus dispatch. Are you there?"

"Yes I am."

"Two campus security officers and one trainee had headed over to the sorority houses. There seems to be a mild disturbance. One officer has gone to the library and four officers have gone to the high rise dorm rooms to stop a keg party. Some people have complained about noise levels coming from Frat Row. Can . . ."

"Is it Pie Theta Capa?"

"No. They're the ones that are in the library right now. Apparently, they can't read the warning about the number of occupants an elevator can hold. So they're stuck right now."

"Any idea on the frat that is causing all the complaints?"

"It's hard to say. None of them have received official names since their charter process isn't done yet. Bruce Wayne seems way to busy to sign off on the forms. You think the man would find some time for students. I mean, he's not fighting crime or anything. His company basically can run itself."

"The man is a busy man. Speaking of being busy, I'm turning onto Frat Road right now. I'll be in Frat Row in seconds," Montoya spoke as she stopped her car and got out. The woman wasn't sure which building since there were twenty buildings that housed the students and their fraternities. Some had lights and some didn't. Eventually, she saw a sofa flying out of a window of one frat. "Bingo," she muttered as she walked toward the building, across the grass, away from her parked car.

*****

Montoya could smell the liquor in the air and could hardly see through the dense layer of smoke. Music was blaring everywhere as she stepped over several empty beer cans and bottles. She even noticed a few pizza boxes. As the female officer moved deeper and deeper into the frat house, she realized why no one answered the door earlier when she rang the doorbell. The woman saw a note on the wall next to the staircase that lead to the basement where the music was louder and she could hear men laughing it up. The note basically informed the reader that the party was downstairs. "Teens," Montoya muttered as she pulled the note off the wall, crumpled it up, and tossed it to the floor before descending the steps.

Once downstairs, she sees whole slew of rowdy teens, who drinking and partying. Some were barely able to stand, others were busy smoking. Regardless of what they were doing, Montoya knew she was going to stop the party simply because there was way too many people and that it was a serious fire risk. With that in mind, she walked deeper into the crowd, trying to find the stereo. Suddenly, a young Hispanic man wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white T-shirt, came up to the woman. He had short black hair and the build of a tennis player.

"Are you here for the party?" he yelled over the music.

"What?" Montoya yelled back.

"The party! Are you here for the party?"

"I'm here to stop the party!"

"Nice to meet you, Arty! I'm Mick Rodriguez!"

"My name is Montoya! I'm here to stop the party!"

"You're here for the party?" the man yelled back, not quite sure what she said.

"This music is too loud! The party needs to disband!"

"No! We don't have a band! That's the stereo!"

"Turn it off!"

"What?"

"Turn it off!"

"Okay!" the man yelled as he signaled. Before Montoya knew it, someone behind her took her handcuffs off her belt and slapped it on her wrists. The woman didn't sense the individual earlier due to the amount of people in the room. Worse yet, the sheer number of people made it hard for her to get her gun. So as she moved her hands toward her gun, she simply made it easier for her assailant to cuff her wrists behind her back. And her breath escaped her body when she saw Mick pull her own gun out of her holster and point it at her. That's when she froze and felt numerous hands begin to slide up and down her body, groping and caressing her.

"Dude!" one of the young men spoke, questioning the logic of their actions, but when he saw Mick's eyes, a lightbulb went off inside his head and quickly nodded. The young man looked around and saw several other people still dancing, paying little attention to them. With a huge smile on his face, he unbuttoned the first two buttons of Montoya's uniform. Then he took a twenty dollar bill and stuffed it inside the woman's bra.

"Let's find somewhere more peaceful," Mick spoke as he gestured with gun.

Within seconds, Montoya and four males including Mick were in a square room. The room was dimly lit and one armchair in each corner. The female officer was placed in the center of the room without the handcuffs as the men sat down in the armchairs. Without saying a word, Mick grabbed a remote controller from between the cushions of his armchair. He pressed a button on the remote control and music began to fill the room as Montoya continued to stand in the middle of the room for several seconds, unsure of what was expected of her.. "I hope you do dance. I mean, we did pay you that twenty there," Mick spoke as he pointed the gun at Montoya.

Without saying a word, Montoya gritted her teeth and slowly turned for all to see. She then slowly began to move her feet from side to side like a young kid at the first ever sock-hop.

"You have to be kidding me," Mick snarled.

"I've never done this before," Montoya replied, wanting to rip the guy's head off.

"Sure whatever. I bet this gun can make you dance better. I can start firing!"

"No don't!" Montoya replied as she began to move her hips, feeling incredibly humiliated.

"Better! But we need more action. More bumping and grinding. And some hand movement would be nice," the young man spoke as he gestured with the gun yet again.

Montoya gulped and closed her eyes as she ran her hands up and down her thighs. Her hands then trailed up her stomach, up her ribs, and then pressed her breasts together before sliding back down her ribs. The female officer couldn't believe what she was being forced to do. In fact, she regretted the fact that she didn't ask Bullock to come as backup.

"Faster!" Mick snarled as Montoya gulped again and moved her body faster. Slowly but surely, Montoya began to move in time with the music. She began to dance, weave, grind, bump, and strut with the music while her hands went up and down her body. Even though she was dancing, Mick still felt it was too mechanical. However, he wasn't going to say anything just yet since they've only given the woman a twenty so far. Instead, Mick looked at the woman and smiled. "Open your eyes, take off your shirt, and take off your bra."

"What?" Montoya spoke as her eyes opened.

"You heard me!" Mick yelled as he gestured menacingly with the gun yet again.

With a loud gulp, Montoya quickly unbuttoned her shirt and allowed it to fall to the ground. Then with equal quickness, her hands reached behind and unclasped her bra. Her hands then slid forward and covered her breasts as her bra fell to the floor. The woman fought back the tears as she saw Mick gesture with the gun again, pointing it directly at her head. The woman's face became red as she took a deep breath and moved her hands, revealing her tits.

"Come here," Mick ordered as a humiliated Montoya did as he ordered.

"Stop and lean forward," the young man ordered again and Montoya once again obeyed as the gun was dead in her sights. Mick then reached out and closed his fingers around the woman's left breast. He then allowed his fingers to slide all over her breast until he stopped at her nipple. Taking her nipple between his fingers, he squeezed it, causing it to swell and become hard. Montoya groaned as she was humiliated even further. The woman moaned even louder when the man tweaked it between his fingers, pulling and pinching it more.

"Wow man!" another man spoke as the rest watched in envy.

"Cup your breast and don't move," Mick spoke as he moved forward and placed the gun against Montoya's head. The female officer felt the gun tap her temple and grimaced as she cupped her breast. That's when one of men got up from his chair and took the gun from Mick, but continued to keep it against Montoya's head. Without the gun, Mick opened his mouth bit down on her right nipple causing Montoya to groan miserably. The female officer fought the urge to pull back, but Mick did instead, pulling on her nipple and causing her to groan even louder. Mick noticed the nipple was instantly hard so he released the nipple and extended his tongue. He licked the soft swollen nipple as Montoya released a seductive moan.

"She likes it," the man with the gun laughed as Montoya struggled to keep from crying.

Mick smiled as he took the woman's nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. This caused Montoya to moan quiet loudly and the observers quickly repositioned themselves in their seats. Mick continued to pinch and pull on the woman's left nipple, which caused Montoya a great deal of distress. However, Mick then licked and sucked on her left nipple, alleviating the sting.

"Ohhhh," Montoya moaned as she found herself cupping her breasts, digging her fingers into her own flesh, and feeding her breasts to Mick. In fact, she was sadden when Mick pulled his face away from her breasts.

"Don't be sad," Mick spoke as he saw the reaction in the woman's eyes. "I'll do more than what I just did if you take off your pants and lie down on your back."

"What?" Montoya spoke as her voice almost broke.

"You heard him," the man with the gun spoke as he tapped the gun against her head.

With deep resignation, Montoya did as she was ordered to do. She first unbuttoned her pants and undid her belt before standing up. This allowed her pants to fall to her ankles, where she slowly stepped out of them, not because she was trying to seduce the men, but because she really didn't want to lose her pants. However, once she stepped out of her pants, the woman was totally humiliated and couldn't move.

"Lose the panties, lay on the floor, and play with yourself," Mick ordered as the other man tapped the gun against her forehead.

Montoya fought back the tears and allowed her fingers to slip under the waistband. The reluctant woman then did not move for several seconds until the gun was pressed against her cheek. That's when she slipped her panties off and fell to the floor. She then spread open her legs and revealed her shaved sex, much to the delight of the men. The female officer than quickly shot both her hands between her legs. Part of it was to avoid being shot, the other part was to cover up. Montoya figured that with her own hand cupping her sex, none of them would get a good view. She knew it was going to be humiliating, but it was better than nothing. Her hand clasped over her sex as ran it up and down her sex, keeping it covered.

"Less hand. Use your fingers to pry your cunt lips open," Mick ordered.

Montoya gulped yet again as she desperately fought to hold back the tears while she pulled her pussy lips wide open. The female officer stunned herself to find that her own pussy juice was oozing past her swollen pussy lips.

Mick said nothing as he got up from his chair and kneeled between her legs. That's when he slid his hand between her legs, sliding his finger up and down her wet slit. He then pinched and caressed her clit with his fingers like he did with her nipple earlier. This brought a loud moan from Montoya's lips. "You like cupping your cunt," Mick spoke as he cupped her sex before inserting his middle finger into her wet pussy. The young man then swirled his finger inside the woman's sex for quite some time like a man swirling a teaspoon inside a cup of coffee, trying to get the cream and sugar to mix properly. And as Mick worked, Montoya moaned louder and louder while her own hands gripped her breasts and pulled her own nipples.

After some time, Mick once again retracted his hand, leaving Montoya greatly unfulfilled. "Stand up," Mick ordered as Montoya did as she was ordered. The man then clasped his lips around her pussy. Montoya moaned and held his head with her hands, holding him between her legs. Mick stuck out his tongue and flicked her clit several times, drawing low extended moan of pleasure from Montoya's lips. Then Mick swirled his tongue deep inside the woman before moving his tongue up and down her slip, causing the woman's legs to go weak.

Montoya, who was humiliated at the beginning, was now lost. Her mind no longer preoccupied by gun. Instead, she was totally concentrating on the tongue that was deep inside her, relishing the pleasure between her legs. Suddenly, Montoya let out a low moan as she grabbed Mick's head, pushing him deep into her sex. After a few seconds, her body tensed and then a loud moan escaped her lips as she orgasmed into Mick's mouth. Mick drank down her offering as the man with the gun held Montoya up while her body quivered.

*****

Two Hours Later

Officer Renee Montoya laid on her back with her legs parted, panting for breath as her chest rose and fell. The woman had been without a boyfriend for way too long as the young men's tongues were just too much for her. As the woman realized early on, the more she danced for the men, the more enthusiastic licking she received. Yet, after being serviced by all four men, Montoya realized that Mick was the best. Realizing this and enjoying the recent orgasms, Officer Renee Montoya no longer cared about her badge or how humiliated she felt earlier. Instead, all she wanted was to feel Mick's tongue or even better his dick inside her, bringing her to another mind-blowing orgasm. Thus, the woman thought of a plan to do just that.

"What are you doing?" Mick asked inquisitively as the woman crawled toward him on all fours, wiggling her butt high in the air. Within seconds, the woman's hands gripped his knees and spread his legs. Then she moved between them and went for his zipper. The woman licked her lips as she unzipped his zipper and then undid his belt. She then pulled his pants down his ankles. Without saying a word, the woman rubbed her breasts against Mick's hard dick before moving her breasts all the way up his chest and then across his face before standing in front of him.

"Enjoy," Montoya purred as she turned and laid down on him with her ass pressed against the man's cock that was trapped inside his underwear. The woman began to bump and grind her ass, making the man moan underneath her as his hands caressed her sweaty thighs. Montoya's sweaty body was drenching Mick's clothes, but the man didn't care as he couldn't believe what was happening and how his dick was reacting. Nor did he believe it when the woman's hands gripped his wrists and placed them on her heaving chest. "Squeeze them," the woman spoke in husky voice as she titled her head back and rested it on the man's shoulders.

"Slut," Mick moaned as he saw a wicked smile appear on the woman's face. The man then bent his head and down and kissed the woman squarely on the lips. Without any effort, his tongue slid into the woman's willing mouth and probed deep into her as Montoya's right reached back and ran her fingers all over his hair. This allowed the woman's left hand to reach between her legs and finger herself as she prepared herself for what was next.

The other men in the room were speechless as they were mesmerized by the scene in front of them. They felt their own members press tightly against the front of their pants, totally oblivious that they music outside the room had died down. Not a single person cared about what time it was. All they cared about was the scene in front of them as they watched the woman's movements intently and hung on every moan from her seductive lips, which was getting louder and louder since Allan pulled his lips away from hers.

"I need you," Montoya panted as she felt the young man's pecker press against her ass while her own juices dripped all over the man's underwear, making them incredibly soggy.

"You need me to do what?" Mick inquired with an amused look on his face.

"I need your dick inside me! I need you to fuck me!" Montoya moaned as her hands shot between her legs and tore Mick's underwear. She slid it down his thighs and rolled them down his legs until they dropped to his ankles. Without another word, the woman slid her slick pussy toward his cock. Within seconds, her pussy lips parted and swallowed the young man's dick. That's when a deep moan escaped Montoya's lips as she began to impale herself over and over again, slamming her ass against Mick's lap.

"OHHHHH!" Mick screamed as he held onto the woman's hips and pulled her down onto him. The young man couldn't believe how excited and forceful the woman was. In fact, he couldn't believe how much fun the night was becoming. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever thought of this.

"YES!!! YESS!!" Montoya screamed loudly as her own hands shot up to her breasts where she pinched and pulled on her own nipples. The room was now filled with a combination Montoya's moans and the slapping of wet skin against wet skin as well as Mick's grunts.

Suddenly, the door to the room flew open. The other three men were stunned and petrified, frozen in their tracks, but their dicks remained hard. Montoya's face was completely red, but the embarrassed woman continued to slam herself onto Mick's dick. However, by the doorway was Officer Bullock with his mouth agape and his finger barely able to hold onto his gun. Beside him was Hispanic stripper with the same height and weight as well as hair color dressed in a cop uniform. Everyone in the room was stunned except for Mick, who felt his balls tighten right before he shot his load into Montoya's sex. The second his hot sperm touched the woman's overheated vaginal walls, she burst like a volcano, filling the room with an incredible loud scream that caused the walls to shake.

"I don't care what's going on, but I better be getting paid for this," the stripper spoke as she picked up a twenty dollar bill from the floor, paying very little attention to all the red faced individuals in the room.

*****

Nine Months Later

Officer Renee Montoya, dressed only in a thin black satin garter belt, sheer black nylon stockings with lace tops, and a pair of black high heels with four inched heels, wiggled her hips from side to side and shook her shoulders making her tits bounce. The woman swayed her body from side to side as her breasts wobbled back and forth across her chest. She even ran her hands up and down her sides and wiggling hips. Before long, the woman squatted and stood, squatted and stood, pretending to impale herself on a man's dick. And every time she squatted, she made sure to spread her legs in order to show off her wet and shaved pussy. The woman was doing this in the privacy of the police station, after hours, where only her and Bullock were in. The man sat in his chair with a big sign, wishing him a happy birthday, hanging on the wall. The man had a wad of cash in his hand and would slip it under Montoya's garter whenever he felt the urge.

Montoya grounded her hips in time with the music as she pinched and pawed at her own breasts. Some times her hands would slide against the sides and pressed them together as she let out a loud moan. The woman then spun around and slapped her hands against her firm buttocks and began to knead them while wiggling her ass for Bullock to see. Then the woman began to back up toward the man as he sat in his chair.

Within seconds, Montoya was sliding her ass up and down the man's lap as she placed her hands on the sides of his thighs and pushed his legs together. Slowly, the woman leaned back and her back against the man's heaving chest as he panted for breath, trying to control himself as the sexy woman gave him a lap dance. "Montoya . . ." he mouthed quietly.

"Shhhhh," the woman panted as brushed her sweaty long hair against the man's face, chin, and throat, tickling him. She then sat up and placed both hands on the side of the chair as she lifted herself a few centimeters off the man's lap before slamming herself down again. Again and again, the woman repeated the motion, slamming her butt onto the man's erect dick as it stretched the fabric of his pants.

Bullock's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth was agape as he moaned and panted. And before the man could regain his breath, Montoya slipped off his lap, her butt brushing his dick once last time before she rested her back on the man's left thigh. There, she leaned back and began to play with her breasts, squeezing and pulling them. The woman even went as far as licking the tops of her breasts while she jiggled them. Montoya kept eye contact with the man the entire time and relished the fact that his eyes were as wide as saucers.

"You want to touch them?" Montoya asked as the man quickly nodded. Without saying another word, she sat back down onto the man's lap. She made her butt slowly make small circles upon the man's lap as she leaned back, gripped his wrists with both her hands. Montoya then placed them onto her breasts, where she allowed him to cup and squeeze them. While the man enjoyed the feel of her breasts, a small chime went off.

Without saying a word, Montoya pulled his hands off her breasts and stood up. She turned to face as she gripped her breasts. The woman then slapped her hands against Bullock's thighs, spreading his legs. She then moved between his legs and began to dance, slowly gyrating her hips. The woman then leaned forward and slapped her breasts against the man's face over and over again before sliding her breasts down his chest and toward his crotch. Montoya knelt between the man's legs and ran her breasts over the man's member again and again.

After several long seconds, Bullock's body stiffened as he gripped the armrests of the chair. He could feel his member and balls tighten as his mouth slammed shut and burst open. "OHHHH!" Bullock yelled as he shot his load into his jockey shorts and pants. It took the man several seconds to react, but he finally picked up the wad of bills that he had set onto a table next to the chair. Without saying a word, he handed it to Montoya, who quickly took the money from him and stood up.

"Happy birthday," the woman spoke as she leaned over and kissed the man on the forehead.

*****

Two Hours Later

Officer Renee Montoya, dressed in her police uniform with her gun in her hand and her handcuffs in the other, stood in front of Mick Rodriguez, his frat brothers, and new pledges. Behind Montoya were ten fellow female officers, each one just as angry as Montoya. The people around Mick were scared as the young man remained seated in his chair, unable to move. In fact, everyone was transfixed on Montoya's shaking gun. "You fucking bastard!" Montoya spat. "I came in hear months ago to tell you to stop playing your loud music! You then had the audacity to think that I was a common stripper! You took my handcuffs and my own gun! You pointed my gun at me and made me strip! You humiliated me!" the female officer snarled as she

tossed her handcuffs into Mick's lap. "He's sorry!" another man in the basement shouted.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Montoya snarled. "That night, he made me strip my clothes and he and his friends pumped their fingers in and out of my pussy, making me climax, humiliating me more! When they were done, Mick made me perform a lap dance for him before he placed his dick inside me! Well, things are going to change tonight! Tonight, I'm going to arrest you all!" the woman snarled.

"But . . ." some of the men stammered, almost bursting into tears.

"Shut up! I'm going to arrest . . . arrest all of your attention!" the woman shouted as she tossed the gun to Mick, who caught it. Montoya then threw off her hat and allowed her long hair to cascade past her shoulders. The woman then ran her hands through her hair before slowly moving her body from side to side. She then unbuttoned a few buttons of her shirt before she gripped the sides and ripped it open, revealing her bra covered breasts. The woman then sauntered slowly up to Mick and stood between his legs. She then turned, bent over, and pulled her pants down, revealing her black g-string.

The males were stunned silent as they watched her lean back and land on top of Mick's lap. Her hands reached back, gripped his wrists, and placed them onto her breasts, where she made them move in small circles as he held them. After a few seconds, she stood up a bit and began to move the g-string down her legs. Mick was quick to help as he pushed them passed her thighs where they fell to her ankles. Montoya slowly stepped out of them as Mick patted her firm ass with his hands. Once again, the males were stunned to hear the woman moan as she reluctantly pulled away.

"You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to watch. You have the right to use your hands," Montoya moaned as she knelt between Mick's legs and rubbed her breasts against the crotch of his pants over and over again while her hands slid up and down his chest. Then much to the surprise of all the men, Montoya knelt further onto the ground and began to lick the crotch area of Mick's pants with her tongue.

"Holy shit!" the males spoke with mouth agape.

Back on Mick's lap, the female officer spread her legs as she rested on his lap, and pretended to ride his deck as she slammed herself onto him over and over again. Her hands grasped the back of Mick's neck while his own hands gripped her bouncy breasts.

The males were then stunned silent as they heard Montoya speak. "You have the right to fuck me! Take me upstairs and fuck me!" she moaned.

"With pleasure," Mick spoke as he helped the female officer to her feet, while everyone looked in awe.

"Entertain them," Montoya ordered the ten strippers dressed as cops.

As the strippers moved toward the crowd of men, Mick looked at them and spoke. "Have as much fun as you want with them. My girl here placed herself as the sponsor of our frat, so there won't be any campus security or cops interrupting us from now on. Party hard, boys!" Mick laughed as the males clapped and cheered while the strippers did their thing.

"Hurry Mick, let's party hard upstairs on your bed," Montoya whined like a love sick schoolgirl, a far cry from the tough cop image that she portrayed herself at the police station.

"Okay," Mick spoke as he kissed her hard on the lips. Montoya swooned and savored the kiss and almost climaxed right then and there, but Mick pulled away just in time. Then he lead her up to the steps. The female officer obediently followed and looked at the young man intently. When they first met, she wanted to rip his eyes out. Now, she wanted to rip his clothes off. He had freed a certain part of her and she felt so alive around him. She wanted him. She needed him. She was his especially since they married each other in Vegas a few months ago. And when he graduated, he was moving in with her where she would dance for him privately, away from the frat. But until then, she relished the excitement and the rush it gave her, whenever she danced for him while others watched.

*****

Two Years Later

"I don't agree," a large man puffed as he sat in his leather armchair with a built footrest and massager.

"It's a great idea!" Mick Rodriguez reiterated as he sat in a similar armchair. "I see no fault with it."

"That's the problem with you kids these days. You lack vision."

"Lack vision? I don't know where you got that from. I was the one that did all the work. You simply got to use the benefits of my hard work."

"Don't get cocky."

"Cocky? I'm not cocky. I know exactly what I did and didn't do. And I have to tell you that I'm brilliant."

"There you go, tooting your own horn again. May I remind you that it was I, who saved your sorry ass. If it wasn't for me, this fraternity of yours would have died two years ago. However, I was able to use my influence to ensure that the school left you alone. Without me, you would have been expelled, a far cry from being a college graduate."

"How would I know that my fame would spread like wildfire and the main entertainment of the frat would be well know?"

"That's where you got cocky and I had to save the day. I signed on to be your official sponsor and mentor after the school found out that Montoya was no longer fit for that. I was the one that kept all the police officers and reporters away, allowing you to build your own little haven here."

"I must say that you did an excellent job with that. It was real piece of work. Who knew that the board of trustees would have so many skeletons in the closet?"

"Not just the trustees, but their family members as well. All I can say is that it's a good thing that the Police Commissioner knows nothing of this. If he did, he may force me to retire."

"We can't have that now can we?"

"Not when I only have a few more years to go before I am eligible for my pension."

"Is that why you want to pad your nest egg so much?" Mick asked as he took a sip from his beer and placed the empty bottle on the floor, next to the armchair.

"Of course. That's why I'm telling you that the international market is so much better for all this. I should know. I asked some of the best as I booked them. Consider it eliminating the competition."

"That was a stroke of genius, Detective Bullock. Your hard work allowed my babe to make the most bang for the buck during the last two years. In fact, my loans are all paid off!"

"Congratulations," Bullock sniped as he took the last sip from his bottle of beer.

"Want another one?"

"Sure," Bullock grunted as he tossed his bottle over the back of his head, where it smashed against the wall and landed on the floor.

"MORE BEER!" Mick shouted as there was a rustling in the other room.

"Slow," Bullock grumbled.

"But well worth the wait," Mick spoke as Montoya sauntered into the room. The woman was wearing a blue neon thong, her cop hat, and a pair of six inched heels that were completely clear allowing people to see through them. Her naked flesh glistened in the light due to heavy layer of oil on her body. In her hands were two cold beer bottles that she pressed her nipples, keeping them hard and erect. The woman's face contained a slutty smile as the woman's independent streak and willpower were now replaced with the need to please Mick since he could give her the ultimate reward; a mind-shattering climax. The sex was all she cared about now and she did whatever he wanted to get it.

"Hello Montoya," her former partner smiled.

"Hello Bullock," the woman smiled back as she handed him his beer.

"Turn around and show him my newest gift to you," Mick ordered as Montoya handed him a beer bottle.

"With pleasure," Montoya giggled as she turned and showed off her new tattoo on her ass. Bullock opened his mouth wide as he watched Montoya slap her hands against the sides of her ass, pressing them together. The man couldn't believe that she allowed Mick to brand her ass with the words, Grade A Prime Beef, in bright neon colors.

"You'll also be happy to hear that we have come up with a great plan. Since we're leaving this house at the end of the summer, we're going to be moving into a new place. Detective Bullock was able to convince a fellow businessman to give me his penthouse suite in the heart of the city. In exchange, you have to amuse his clients. Don't worry, you will only have to do the dance that you're so good at," Mick spoke as Montoya turned and giggled as she sat on his lap and ran her fingers through the young man's hair. "But that's a side job. Your main job will be the main feature of your own pay website and you're going to be an international stripper. How does that sound?"

"Whatever you want," the woman smiled as her other hand reached down and caressed the bulge at the front of Mick's pants.

"She sure looks sexy," Bullock mused aloud.

"You use to be the only officer in the department that accepted her," Mick commented.

"That's right," the detective replied.

"Now you're the only cop that gets a private show and the chance to fuck her," Mick spoke as he sat up. Within seconds, Montoya is on her knees with her head buried between Bullock's legs. The man's pants are around his ankles and the woman is busily slurping his dick into her circular mouth, allowing the man to pat her head while Mick rams his member into her sex and takes her from behind. The young man's hands clutch the woman's jiggling breasts as he rides her forcefully. The former cop allows both men to use her. Her old life on the force was a distant memory and it appeared that Mick was right all along, she was a stripper, Mick's stripper.

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