I was a new law enforcement agent, recently recruited from the District Attorney's office and trying to make a name for myself. I was looking into some drug deals and gang activity, and had to rely on an acquaintance from my prosecuting days. Barry had gotten under my skin early on in the game, he always admitted his involvement yet always managed to be so good natured, polite, and helpful that neither the cops nor the prosecutors were eager to throw the book at him. He was never willing to commit to being a real Confidential Informant though, as he realized that would compromise him permanently.
I had relied on Barry during my prosecution career and learned to trust him, but I only came to him when I was really desperate for help. And Barry never begrudged me information. He was cocky, sexy, and knew his exact role and value to both sides of the game. We never met in the real world, never at the courthouse, it was always in Barry's haunts; which were usually the very private rooms of the newest or most exclusive clubs. I never knew his exact role or relationship to any of these places, and it was meant to stay that way.
One night I was supposed to meet Barry at one of these such establishments, a place of which I had never heard, which was probably the point since it had no name, and it didn't look like anything other than a warehouse from the outside. From what I had learned, it was a mecca of pleasure. Anything you could imagine, right there for the taking. It was dark, mirrored. You didn't know if you were being watched via camera, or through a two-way mirror... but both seemed feasible. Without any guarantees of who or how many people were watching. And as usual Barry was right at the center, doing god-knows what or whom.
I needed Barry to break my newest case, and admittedly I looked forward to the energy that sparked between us. So I geared up to impress him, the bouncers, and whoever else was going to be watching; I had to make it look like I belonged. Mile high heels, thigh high stockings, black school-girl type skirt in micro-mini, and a black tank-top revealing so much cleavage that I got some good-natured catcalls and wolf-whistles when I walked into the briefing. I'm used to being the only female on our taskforce and can bull-shit with the best of them, most of the time they treat me with equal respect and bull-shit, but tonight there were definitely appreciative looks going along with the obligatory ribbing.
We worked out the plan, which was supposed to get me through the club without suspicion. I wasn't sure exactly who came up with it, but I really didn't care as long as I had the resources and approval necessary to see Barry. Once I was one-on-one with him, the act could drop. Mostly anyway, I was always careful to follow Barry's cues when we met. I didn't want to accidentally sell him out as a snitch.
My cover was vague, but I was supposed to deliver a present to Barry. My escorts were to wheel the gift along beside me. Two well-built undercover agents posing as my security guards, entrusted to ceremoniously present a nubile young blonde to his royal highness. The gift was a gorgeous young blonde, naked, on all fours, positioned on a decadent chaise lounge and ripe for the taking. A good-will gesture by some idiot in the department who figured Barry's help could help him get elected or rich or both; clearly someone who had watched too many mafia movies. But all the guys really got onboard with this plan, and I figured I would be a Grinch if I nixed their opportunity to stare at a naked chick while on duty.
We finally arrived at the club and assembled our gift. Luckily we had researched that the parking was underground and secure, I don't know how else the bosses envisioned us delivering the gift and not attracting unwanted attention. We made our last minute checks and decided we were good to go.
There was a bouncer at the door, how he kept a straight face and avoided looking at Goldicocks was beyond me, I guess they teach that at bouncer school. He held the door open for us and I strode in feigning confidence even though there was a knot of anxiety in my stomach. I could feel eyes on me, without seeing a soul. The temperature was just cold enough to send shivers down my skin but not so cold that I felt like I needed a jacket. The blonde didn't seem to notice. I stood in an austere dimly-lit foyer letting my eyes adjust until I saw a long hallway in front of me. I kept walking forward, knowing this place was designed to look intimidating and foreboding. I follow the mirrored hallway, suppressing the feeling that I was being trapped in a maze.
We trooped through the cold mirrored halls, trying to ignore the twitching blonde repositioning her ass every second – wanting to show her assets to their advantage. I was amazed they recruited someone so attractive, I hadn't had time to look at her file to see what transgression she was trying to work off; must be pretty legit to agree to this. I knew the agents were getting an eyeful, when I looked at each of them I received a wink and a smirk. Yea, this was a good gig so far.
We kept following the hallway until out of nowhere one of the mirrors slid open to reveal a darkened room. I registered both agents reflexively reach for their guns and start to position themselves on either side of the door opening and simultaneously check that movement and resume their cover. Glancing at me for approval they went ahead and wheeled in their blonde surprise. I followed a short distance behind.
After the discomforting coolness of the hallway I didn't know what to expect as I walked inside. Nothing could've surprised me more, than the warm, cozy, candle-lit and fire-lit den. We had entered what looked like a gentleman's library, the furniture positioned to face the door, with a large fire going in the fireplace on the side. A large brown leather sectional took up the majority of the room, and there was Barry right in the center getting sucked off by a naked brunette, positioned on her knees at the foot of the couch.
I'd expected nothing less, and I knew Barry was expecting us – otherwise there was no way this place would've let us in the main door, much less into his private sanctum. He wasn't even pretending to enjoy himself. As the door opened, his cool grey eyes rested on me taking in my outfit appreciatively then flicking with mild questioning interest onto the blonde.
"For you," I said, "courtesy of the boss."
Barry took the opportunity to disengage the brunette from his cock, seemingly looking relieved for the reprieve; he leaned down and whispered something in her ear and watched her ass as she sashayed across the room to welcome the blonde. My guys also watched her progress across the room, while I tried to see if I could sneak a peek at Barry's goods before he zipped up his jeans. He caught my eye as he finished zipping up and smirked knowingly at me. I rolled my eyes knowing full-well he enjoyed the attention.
He motioned for me to come join him on the couch then pointedly glanced at my men; telling me without words that they were invited to leave. My men were briefly entranced as the blonde and the brunette had started making out like long lost-lovers. When I started walking toward Barry they quickly looked at me waiting for me to give them the nod to leave; both to show Barry I was in charge, and to reassure them that I was ok at being left alone. One of the agents hesitated minutely and looked at me questioningly, as if to ask whether I was sure; I gave what I hoped was an imperceptible nod and blinked once insistently to let him know that I was really ok and that he needed to go.
As I turned back to Barry I saw that he had been watching me intently and caught that whole exchange. I wondered what if anything he had read into that, did he think the agent and I were lovers, and tried to calm down and concentrate on walking over to him without tripping or making a fool of myself. I sat down on his left, just in time to see his brunette start licking the blonde's pussy.
