Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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Alina checked her makeup in the police station bathroom mirror a final time. She was wearing as usual her formal police officer outfit with a skirt ending far above the knee.
The mini black skirt matched the black blazer that had the metal badge of the San Francisco police department. Underneath the blazer she had her crisp white shirt and tie. Her long black asian hair rested over her shoulder.
There were other asian police officers on the force but she was by far the most pretty with her long black hair, long legs and slim sexy body. People kept telling her that she looked exactly like young sexy asian pornstar Alina Li that happened to have the same first name as her.
Alina has come far in life, from a nerdy 10 year old when she first arrived in America with her Chinese parents. She was now alone with no family and no close friends living a carefree happy life close to work spending her free time wearing flowery summer dresses flirting with boys but never actually inviting anyone and playing lots of video games.
The outfit she was the wearing was the very same outfit she had worn to her graduation from the police academy with a focus on administration just three months ago.
Alina wanted to serve her community but not actually go out in the streets and meet the people living there. They in her mind was mostly ignorant thugs, tattooed and pierced and high on dangerous drugs.
Under her skirt she had naked legs because of the warm weather in San Francisco and the bad air condition in the station. Her legs went down to a pair of black three inch heels. She really liked wearing heels.
Underneath her skirt was her naughty secret: a tiny slutty g-string. She just loved to dress sexy in secret. She had a serious laid back attitude at work but at home a really playful innocent style.
Alina knew that many people considered her inexperienced and naive but she felt happy so what was the harm? She considered herself a lipstick-feminist that just loved to dress feminine but only if no one she knew was around.
At work she was really thankful for the standard uniform everyone wore, she didn't have to think too hard about what to wear every day. And at the end of the day she could just take her tiny pink car to her single apartment nearby and watch internet videos on her iPad.
But today her work day had just begun. There would be another day of filing police reports, answering emails and answering phone calls.
But as she left the bathroom there was something new today. On her desk was a black package with her name on it. This was strange, the usually arrived in the afternoon and she rarely got any packages.
The package was next to her workload of the usual daily police reports. Alina took a fast glance on the rapports that detailed that the police had trouble again framing a up and coming drug kingpin that kept slipping through their fingers. Nothing that could not wait being typed into the computer. She pushed the reports to the side.
The package was large, completely black with no identifying markings except for a small handwritten note with her name in large golden letters. There was no postage or anything, someone must have delivered this in person to the police station.
As she opened it carefully not thinking about how clever it was to open a mysterious package at work she saw inside a pair of black heels, some black clothes and a letter. Alina began reading it with her heart beating fast.
"Congratulations Alina! You have won this year award The Naughty Policewoman where we every year select the most beautiful girl working in the California police force!"
"You have received a gift certificate of 2000 dollars to spend on clothes in by us selected stores. You can pick up your price at The Playpen club. You have to wear the included outfit and nothing else."
"The boss Andrés can't wait to see your pretty face"
Alina looked around the office but no one seem to pay her any attention. Who was Andrés and what was he boss off? The Playpen club? And how did he find about her or how she looked?
Alina started looking at the clothes and shoes. The heels were the most slutty pair of 8 inch platform heels she had ever seen, completely black.
The rest of the clothes was also black and seemed to be a short skirt and a black top with golden chains of the shoulders. It was hard to tell and she would have to try it at home to see how it looked like.
She would also have to go home and practice walking in the super tall heels. She giggled to herself, was she really gonna go through with this?
Eight hours later and Alina stood in her new outfit and shoes just outside the Playpen club. Alina was watching herself in the glass reflection of an expensive hypercar outside the club.
Her reflection looking back at her was of an asian slut in her 8 inch platform heels, black tight mini skirt and thin top with a design that was hanging from her shoulders in two golden chains leaving plenty of cleavage and skin on display.
Alina looked like a sexy slut and she loved it. She walked past the line outside the club shaking her sexy asian ass and skipped up to the bouncer.
It was a tall black man in a suit very muscular and tattooed all over his face and neck. Also the line she had walked past had plenty of thugs, pierced sluts both men and women of different ethnicities but mostly black and latino.
Alina was not surprised by all the gangsters outside, she was in the Bayview area, one of the worst ghettos in San Francisco.
"Excuse me madam?" The bouncer looked right at Alina perky tits.
Alina flirted and handed over the letter she got.
"Oh you are so big and tall... here sir I have this letter."
"Ah excellent officer, head inside and take this purple coin to the bar for a free special drink".
Alina was unsure how the man knew she worked as police but walked into the club.
Inside was just like the rap videos she had seen on YouTube. A large dance floor packed with people surrender by tables and private booths.
On the main stage and several mini stages around the club was sexy women dancing some of them wearing almost nothing. They looked very pretty and was most of them likely hired by the club to draw a crowd.
Alina walked to the left to the bar and got the attention of the bartender, a young Latino man with scars all over his face. She handed the purple coin to him nodding to the loud rap music playing.