Eight months into your two week operation, and not a chance of being pulled out. Sounds about right for the force these days.

It wasn’t meant to be this way, you genuinely appreciated that. You were just supposed to strut around for a few days, flash the right men and listen in on the right conversations. Nobody had expected the officer in her forties to be nearly as popular as you'd turned out to be, and nobody could have predicted Spike himself taking such a liking to your performance. It turns out a milf slut stripping through her midlife crisis was the exact ticket into the gang’s inner circle, and until a more seasoned operative could replicate your success, you were here to stay.

You'd missed home at first. You’d missed your husband, the kids, the secure monotony of the day to day. You were lucky for a phone call, and face to face meetups over coffee were a monthly treat. Two months ago even that had come to an end, the only communication you managed sentence long instructions from command. You were almost happy, you didn’t want me to see this.

You hated how easily you ran out of breath these days. Your just barely visibly pregnant belly felt like a weight holding you down, though you were still being shown off just as much. Your hoops jingled softly as you walked away from the stage, the private hangout roaring their approval for your latest routine. You smiled at the next girl up, her anxious grin almost adorable. Riya was one of the better dances they’d promoted recently, and one of the better people too. You really do hope she finds a way out of here too.

“Not bad…” you heard, a heavy hand caressing your ass as you jumped in surprise. Even now Spike’s talent for sneaking up on you caught you off guard, someone that immense shouldn’t move that fast. “I’ve just been super horny baby…” you cooed, wrapping yourself around my muscular body with a well rehearsed giggle. “Are you sure I can’t take off my wedding ring? I haven’t even seen my husband in *month~*”

You yelped in surprise as I picked you up, throwing you over my shoulder with that same cocky laugh. “I love how hot and bothered you get when you remember how much better we are…” I growled, the pawing at your ass just about normalized at this point. You don’t bother asking where we were going, at this point you knew it didn’t matter. As I set you down you quickly assumed the position, pawing at my belt before I was even sitting down. “You weren’t kidding.” I smirked as you pulled free your prize, your only response kissing along my shaft as I reclined in the makeshift throne.

My fingers glide through your hair, setting the pace just as I like it. “Be a good girl today, a life might depend on keeping me happy.” I groaned, your eyebrow raising in a wordless question. “Caught a new pig on our turf, was thinking about hearing him squeal…” I continued, your heart sinking into your chest as the door opened. You only got a brief glimpse at the cuffed man being forced to his knees, your pace slowing for the faintest of seconds.

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My main kinks for this roleplay are creative cruelty, dub con to enthusiastic participation, humiliation, raceplay, blackmail, degradation, pain, dirty talk, substance abuse, outfit play, risky sex, hold the moan, sexual torture, cuckolding, cheating, gangbangs, mockery and injustice among many others.