Detective in Lace Panties

Detective Graciela Chavez was skilled at using her body. A sway of her hips, the toss of her hair, the flick of her lips. Where men used force or guns to intimidate, Graciela used her sexuality.

Only the Lieutenant knew the full extent of her secret activities. The truth was, it helped arrest many high-profile individuals.

She reflected on these hard truths, wondering if it had all been worth it. While standing in front of her closet, she saw the remnants of the double-life she had been living for her career in law enforcement. Tiny lingerie, see-through bras, thongs, and an array of high heels were scattered across the floor.

There had been countless times where she had been tempted to throw all of her undergarments away, but she knew she'd need them eventually.

On her table was an unmarked, handwritten note:

Gracie,

I can't promise the outcome but the meeting is set.

They want to meet with you. They're very interested.

Wear something provocative. You know what they want.

9 pm. Tonight.

Be safe

x

Her informant had finally come through with something big, though the plan was far more dangerous than she had anticipated. She'd now be entering the heart of the organization.

No police backup this time. No recordings. Everything was strictly off the record at this point and only the Lieutenant was aware.

The crime ring's influence was growing and they were suspected of having multiple members within the police ranks. Once again, the dirty work fell on Grace's shoulders. She thrived on carrying that sort of burden.

Digging through her closet, she found the Jimmy Choo heels she needed. An empty handbag from Louis Vitton. Ironically, a white set of bra and panties from Agent Provocateur. The set was mostly see-through and her panties were lace, a gentle fabric that was sewn with intricate designs.

She stripped her clothes, tossing them to the bed, and she wore the lace undergarments. The contrast of the white color against her bronze skin was striking. It felt amazing against her flesh. It reminded her of good times, and bad. The soft sensation always made her feel aroused. But she snapped out of it. There was a lot of work to do tonight.

In the bag, she put her gun, badge and police ID. Then she wore the high heels. As tight as they were on her feet, they really showcased her athletic legs and highlighted her ass by the way she had to stand.

Finishing her outfit, she slipped on a thin blue dress which accentuated her curves and cleavage. She looked fuckable by any standard. Her makeup was done earlier and her hair was in a tight ponytail.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her pulse was racing. She had done a lot of crazy things in her life, but nothing compared to this.

***

The meeting took place in an undisclosed location. A car had picked her up, and before she was allowed to enter, she was blindfolded and searched before being put in the backseat.

After a 20 minute ride, she had been taken to the destination and guided to a building while still blindfolded.

When the blindfold was removed, she saw an elegant room. It looked like a museum or something similar, as artifacts were displayed on the walls. She was certain that they were still in the city and this group had access to this place without the owner knowing.

There were 3 men in masks wearing sharp suits. What was known of this crime syndicate was that many of their members were the elites; local politicians, powerful bankers, and members in law enforcement. So it wasn't a surprise that these members were dressed with class.

"We're going to search you again," masked man #1 said in a soft voice. "Please hand me your purse. I'm going to check for recording equipment."

Grace handed over her purse. She tried not to be fearful of these men. If they wanted to hurt her, they would have done it already.

They searched her purse and seemed pleased.

"Everything checks out," masked man #2 said.

Masked man #1 continued looking at her. "No hard feelings, but we've been instructed to take extra precautions with you. Remove your dress."

"I have a meeting Mr. W," she replied. "Is he here?"

"These are his strict orders. If you want, we can do the work for you to make things easier."

She nodded. "Fine."

Grace stood still as masked men went to work. She kept her gaze forward, refusing to even acknowledge them as they pulled her dress overhead. They even took her heels off too, one at a time.

Lastly, her bra was unclasped and placed on a nearby table. Her dark nipples immediately stiffened. Her breasts were pert and pointed forward. She did everything in her power to stand upright and proud, not giving these men the satisfaction of humiliating her.

All that was left were the white lace panties.

But even that wasn't enough. A masked man got on his knees and pulled the bottom aside. Using a flashlight and a finger, the man inspected Grace's pussy, then looking on the other side at her anal cavity.

"Everything checks out," masked man #2 said.

Masked man #1 nodded. "Good. Detective Chavez, do you understand what's expected of you?"

"I know why I'm here and I understand what Mr. W wants from me."

The man picked up a small container from the table and opened it. Inside was a substance of white powder.

"Do you know what this is?" masked man #1 asked.

Grace had been forewarned about this by her informant, that they had in their possession a special compound that instantly heightens sexual arousal. Members of the syndicate use it for their numerous sex parties or their dealings in the sex trade. Apparently, it's highly potent and its reputation is well earned.

"It's something for pleasure," Grace said emotionlessly. "Yes, I know what it is."

"You are required to breathe in a portion. Put your nose over it and breathe deeply. I need to see it."

It wasn't a big surprise. She was prepared for this as the informant had told her that women were often made to perform sexual acts for an initiation. At best, all Grace could hope for was to masturbate in front of others, as some women were made to do.

From what she knew, the drug was intense but the effects only lasted a few hours. All she had to do was whatever task was assigned of her and she'd have the rest of the night to get it out of her system.

Grace bent down and took a good sniff; not too much, not too little. She breathed it deeply and it instantly hit her nerves and senses. She had done hard drugs before for past undercover assignments and this was as potent as any illegal substance.

With her nostrils flared and her lips quivering, she stood upright and looked at the masked man in the eyes.

"I've done everything you've asked," she said, trying to control her facial features from trembling even more. "Now let me meet him."

The masked man's eyes were cold. "Follow me."

***

Her clothes and heels were left on the table when she was guided out of the room. Grace could have made a fuss about being naked except for her lace panties, but she didn't want to appear weak. This was all part of the torment.

One of the men brought her handbag along as they went down a hall. Her feet made smacking noises against the cold tile floor. Her body was shivering and her dark nipples were rock hard. She did her best to walk with her chin up and breasts forward, showing her strength and resolve in this situation.

The room they entered was dark, except for a strong light in the middle. It was designed to intimidate, and it was working. It was a large room and she was unable to see what was on the walls. There was a beautiful red fabric spread across the floor. There was a table in the middle of the room.

A masked man placed her purse on the table. Opening it, the man put her gun, badge and ID next to each other.

The men stepped aside, into the shadows.

Grace was made to stand topless in her lace panties under the bright spotlight of the room, right in front of the table. She used a subtle breathing technique to keep herself calm and composed. It always worked. She was experienced and she knew how to control herself, far more than any normal person could.

Footsteps approached. A masked man in a red robe approached. The mask was in the design of an animal.

"Your name?" Mr. W said in a plain voice, as he stood before the table.

"Detective Graciela Chavez," she said, pleased that her voice didn't tremble or crack from the nerves.

"So, a detective. It's true."

The gloved hands of Mr. W picked up her gun and inspected it, finding it to be fully loaded. He did the same with her badge. Finally, he inspected the ID, rubbing his finger across the detective's picture.

"Yes, it's true," she said.

"Which begs the question. Why do you want to join us?"

"I was made an offer by a mutual friend. I'm sure you've been briefed on the matter."

Mr. W asked again, "Why do you want to join us?"

"I have debts, which our friend knows about. Gambling debts. Debts from my ex-husband. I also help pay medical bills for my mother."

"It adds up, doesn't it?"

"It does," she replied.

"I'm sure you must realize that simply needing money isn't the best reason to join our group. Everybody needs money. The question is, Detective Chavez, are you interested in joining a larger society? One with a great sense of responsibility?"

Grace gave an affirmative nod. "I am. I know of the good work you all do with the collective. I know that many of your intentions are misunderstood."

She went on a long explanation, courtesy of the informant, explaining all of the benefits this secret society had and how they served a purpose for society, however dark. She explained the need for human pleasure and that enjoying dark vices are a necessary part of feeling alive.

"Yet you are a police woman," Mr. W replied. "A woman of the law."

She nodded. "I'm a proud police woman."

"Then aren't you going to arrest us? Don't you know of all the 'evil' things that we do?"

"I only go after people who deserve to be incarcerated. People who hurt others, or are a detriment to society. This organization is misunderstood and I believe it to be something that's a benefit. In fact, I can help you."

"Can you?" he asked in the form of a challenge instead of a question.

"I can give you leads on any potential investigations. Or I can request lead assignments, only to give false information."

There was a long pause. Mr. W stood still, appearing like a frightening cloaked figure in that mask.

"You've come this far," he said. "If you are trying to deceive us, then you are doing an amazing job. Not many female detectives would come here, bearing their weapon, ID, and bare breasts to us."

"Do you like my body?"

"We've been watching you on camera the moment you stepped foot in this building. We all like your body."

The comment made Grace's pussy clench. Just how many people were seeing this? She wondered. And with the effects of the drug she had inhaled, her heart was pounding from arousal. Her clitoris was aching.

She rubbed her breasts. "Do you want me to masturbate? Is that how I join your society?"

Her fingers tweaked at her dark nipples, twisting them for the viewing pleasure of whoever was watching.

"Cum for us. But leave your panties on, for now. I like the sight of them."

Reaching behind her head, Detective Chavez pulled at the band to let loose her ponytail. Her raven dark hair fell freely onto her shoulders.

She used her left hand to rub her nipple. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and playing with them always provided a quick route to an orgasm.

With her right hand, she dove into her white lace panties and attacked her pussy. She wanted this over with as soon as possible but she knew she had to put on a good show for these men.

Grace closed her eyes and fingered herself. With the help of the substance she inhaled, she knew that having a climax would be easy. She squeezed her eyes tighter. She pushed her two fingers in deeper.

This wasn't the first time that Grace had cum standing up while masturbating. She had done this sort of sex act for past lovers. But it was her first time cumming in front of strangers like this. It provided an odd rush, which may or may not have been part of the drug.

Footsteps approached her while her breathing became harder. Minutes flew by as she felt an intense pressure. She was close. Hopefully this would all be over soon and more logical (and less sexual) steps would be taken so that she could join this secret organization.

"I'm cumming," she whispered, eyes still clenched shut.

She pinched her nipple hard, knowing it would be sore tomorrow. She worked her fingers quickly inside her pussy, and soon, her lace panties were stained with her fluids. She had squirted.

Her lips quivered as she opened her eyes. She let go of her nipple. She pulled her hand away from her stained panties, certain the fluids would soon drip down her legs.

Standing before her was Mr. W, merely a foot away. It was almost terrifying seeing this cloaked and masked figure so close. But the orgasm she felt subdued her other emotions.

She stared into his eyes, wondering what would happen next.

"Very good," he said. "I have enjoyed seeing that."

"You know how difficult it was for me to do that... for all of you. Have I proved myself worthy, Mr. W?"

"No."

"What else can I offer?" she asked, trying to sound polite about it, instead of irritated.

"Detective Chavez, you are an agent of the law. I know your training and background. Extra precautions must be taken with you."

There was an ominous tone in Mr. W's voice, which made Grace stand on guard. She knew what she had signed up for with this. She knew it would be dangerous and that she was putting her body on the line.

Now, she was in uncharted territory.

"Anything," she said firmly.

The hands of Mr. W reached for her breasts and softly stroked them before twisting her nipples, just as she had done to herself moments ago.

When the hands moved away, Mr. W calmly parted his robe in the middle to reveal a hard cock which stood at full attention. Their eyes were locked and she had trouble looking at the man's penis.

She made herself look down at it. It was aching and needy.

"Do you want me to suck it?" she asked.

"Yes."

The response was simple and curt. There were footsteps in the background. More people had entered the room in the darkened entrances. There was a small audience now.

Doing her duty and making the big sacrifice, Grace got down on her knees with the cock inches away from her face.

A fire was burning inside of her. The drug consumed her emotions and she now wanted nothing more than to suck this cock for her own gratification. Even after her orgasm, her clit was still pounding.

She opened her mouth slightly and took in the head of the cock. It instantly throbbed the moment her lips touched it. He moaned, and his hands rubbed her hair. A flicker of her tongue across the sensitive skin of his penis and he moaned again. It felt like her pussy was on fire. She loved the incredible submission of the moment and it was clear that Mr. W loved having this level of sexual control over a police detective.

"You are one of the best," Mr. W said, putting on a stoic voice.

Hearing those words sent a cold chill down the spine of Detective Chavez. The fact that she was giving so much sexual pleasure to the ringleader of a crime syndicate should have made her want to vomit. But she had an important duty to uphold and the powdered substance still had an incredible effect on her.

She wanted to end this. She knew how to make men cum. She stroked the shaft furiously while sucking at the tip and shaft, swirling her tongue around the head.

And just like that, several spurts of ejaculation filled her mouth and she did her best to swallow everything. Wanting to appear tough and determined, she looked up at him, putting her gazed on the masked man while she devoured his load.

When it was done and the erection turned soft, she spat the limp cock out and gave a mean glare. She was still on her knees, awaiting orders, hoping that this would be the end of it.

"I've done everything you've asked," Detective Chavez said from her knees. "I came to you with my gun and badge. I came here wearing only my lace panties. I made myself cum. I made you cum in my mouth. What more is there?"

The hands of Mr. W rubbed her hair. There was more. Oh yes. There was a long pause, but she knew more was coming. It seemed as though she had underestimated the ruthlessness of these people. Or maybe they just liked the idea of fucking a beautiful detective to her limits?

"You're close to earning my trust," he said with sympathy. "You have already sacrificed a lot, as a woman, and as a police detective. But there are more ways to break you. To make you admit the truth."

"Do you think I'm lying?"

"We're about to find out. If you wish to leave, you can leave. There are no guards. You can take your things and go. We will never contact you again. We will make no effort to harass or harm you. All will be forgiven."

"What if I want to stay?" she asked.

"Then we'll make you rich and powerful. But only if you can pass the rest of our interrogation."

The word made her pussy feel like it was twisting. Interrogation. So that's what these people thought of this as. A way to make her admit that she was an infiltrator.

"I want the money and power," she said, looking up at the man. "I believe in your cause and the pursuit of human pleasure. Go ahead, interrogate me. Finish it."

"Then we will, Detective Chavez. Be advised that because you're a trained and experienced agent, we will have to take extra measures. Do you understand?"

She nodded, "I understand."

Mr. W snapped his fingers and Grace heard footsteps approaching her from behind. She heard the distinct sound of a switchblade knife being opened. It sent a dark shiver down her spine. Was this the end? No, it wasn't.

The man used the blade to cut off her stained lace panties. It was pulled away and now Detective Chavez was totally naked from head to toe.

She was made to lay down on the soft red fabric. Looking up, all she could see was the bright light that was shining down on her naked form.

Footsteps approached and she was surrounded, but she didn't know by how many men.

All she knew was that this was a gangbang.

She was their prey.

As the hands positioned the body of Detective Chavez in a spread-eagled state, she saw a man get between her legs and open pussy. This man would be the first.

He was a large man, unmasked and wore a business suit, as if he had just gotten off work a few hours earlier. He looked plain and he wore glasses, like anyone you'd see working a corporate job. His necktie was off and his top collar was unbuttoned. He got to work pulling his zipper and pants down.

"It's not too late," Mr. W said, watching from the sidelines. "Would you like to leave?"

She gulped. "I want to stay."

"I'm glad. I look forward to having you join us... if you can pass."

Mr. W signaled for the man in the business suit to undress, and in a matter of moments, his exposed penis was fully engorged in anticipation of having sex with the beautiful detective.

The naked and spread detective was pinned down on all sides. The ordinary looking man was ready to fuck and he reached down to guide his dick towards her open pussy.

In one hurried movement, he inserted himself all the way inside of her vagina and she cried out in pleasure. She cried again from the second thrust. The man started mercilessly fucking her, and somewhere along the lines, Grace's body betrayed her. The substance she had taken earlier was just too potent.

Everything became euphoric. She loathed that some stranger who involved in a criminal society was on top of her, pounding away, but what was worse was that she wanted more. 'It can't be,' she thought. The vaginal penetration was giving her sexual pleasure in a way that she had never felt before. The drug was addictive.