Kei leaned against the heavy, metallic bars of the holding cell and sighed dramatically.
“Silence, prisoner,” the officer barked, looking up from her novel and scowling in his direction before returning back to the book.
“C’mon babe,” Kei implored sweetly. “If you’re not going to let me out, you must have a chess set floating around somewhere… I’m so bored. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.”
“Like how to steal from the mob?” she fired back sourly without looking up.
“I can’t help it if a bunch of folks place bad bets. Chess is a game of inches, one mistake and a sure win becomes bitter defeat. Lady luck plays us all for fools now and then.”
“Did you try explaining that to the enforcers who were about to break your legs when we found you? Should we have let them break “Lady Luck’s” legs instead?”
“Certainly not if they’re even half as lovely as yours Officer Lee,” Kei crooned, leering through the bars at the policewoman who refused to raise her gaze to regard him. But he could see her blushing and decided to push his luck. “Besides, even if I put my finger on the scale, which I’m not saying I did, is it really a crime to steal from a bunch of crooks?”
The officer finally looked up again but smiled wickedly. “Yes, specifically, racketeering, including but not limited to, bribery, illegal gambling, fraud, obstruction of justice-”
“Ok, ok” Kei interrupted, slumping to a crouch against the concrete wall breaking eye contact with the policewoman.
He attempted to entertain himself counting the squares in the scratchy, fleece blanket covering the cot along the wall, but quickly lost interest. Kei fell into working through a chess puzzle and lost track of time, snapping out of a half-daze when his musing was interrupted by a sharp ring.
It took several moments before he realized it was a phone. He returned his gaze to officer Lee who answered, listening raptly. Her long dark hair shimmered as she nodded, then her eyes widened in surprise
“Yes sir, when?” A pause, and then, “Now? Seriously? Yes sir, of course.”
Kei rose to his feet as Officer Lee put the phone down. He tried to look smug, despite the feeling of inferiority from his short stature. He pulled up to the maximum his 5’5” would allow and put on a quixotic smile. “I don’t suppose that was the president demanding my immediate release?”
Lee didn’t smile, she looked him dead in the eyes and said, “You’re being transferred, effective immediately. Evidently a car will be here any moment.”
On cue, the intercom buzzed and a voice over the intercom explained a car had arrived to move the prisoner.
“Fuck,” Lee muttered as she opened the cell door and cuffed Kei’s hands in front of him.
Her hands were wonderfully soft and he debated hitting on her again. Something in her face made him think better of it. Instead he said, “Are you going to miss me?”
“This is serious Keisuke, these are the Feds. I think you really fucked up this time.”
Kei didn’t say anything more as he was led through the small police office, down the hallway, and out to the curb where a black SUV waited. An official in a dark gray suit flashed a badge, Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, it was true, he was truly in the shit…
“Please step in the car sir,” the agent asked, looking down at the much shorter man while opening the vehicle door. Kei sighed, looked back at Officer Lee before stepping into the vehicle as she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.”
He gulped, suppressed an urge to vomit and stepped into the car an instant before the agent joined him. Instead of standard SUV seating, the two rows of seating faced each other separated by about a foot.
They were not alone in the SUV. Seated across from him and the agent was a strange woman, gorgeous with blonde hair and a stunning smile. He studied the woman across from him who looked less like a federal agent, and more like a model, despite her smart, dark gray suit. She crossed her shapely legs and regarded him.
Without taking her eyes off the prisoner, the woman knocked on the window above her shoulder and the car set off down the road. To Kei she said, “Pleased to meet you. My name is Agent Allison Jefferies, and I’m here to make you an offer of a lifetime.”
Kei didn’t respond right away. Deliberately, he glanced down at his handcuffs and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Oh, we’ll take care of that in a moment,” Allison assured him. She picked up a clipboard from the seat beside her and announced, “First some formalities. Can you confirm your full name is Keisuke Hara, high school valedictorian and regional chess champion?”
“Yeah,” Kei confirmed. “But why-”
Allison flipped past the first page and frowned. “Quite the rap sheet for such a distinguished highschool career. Two years of college before dropping out over a chess betting scandal. Rigging games, fraud, fraud again, then it looks like you got in deep with the Yakuza… AND the mob! What a busy career you’ve had after graduation. It’s hard to believe you’re only 24.”
She flipped through a number of subsequent pages which looked like spreadsheets. Dollar amounts. Large, negative numbers. Kei knew what was coming next.
“Oooooh, you owe them a LOT of money. From what I know about these folks they don’t take kindly to being stolen from. Was that why you were in jail? To keep you safe? You’d last about 5 minutes in the federal prison system.”
Kei wasn’t looking at her anymore. “So it’s blackmail then.”
“You mistake my intent Keisuke, this is NOT blackmail. By all rights you should have been in a federal penitentiary a dozen times over. But somehow you have managed to get on the good side of not one, but two organized criminal enterprises as well as your local police precinct. That requires some truly unique personal skills we could utilize. Think of it more as a job interview, but one where if you don’t get the job, you’ll end up dead!”
The woman’s upbeat attitude was at odds with her thinly veiled threats, but he still found himself drawn back to her sparkling green eyes. She was VERY pretty, and as much as it shamed him to admit, it played some part in his willingness to hear her out.
Kei sighed and said, “Ok, what’s the gig?”
“That’s the spirit!” Allison trilled, her pouty lips spreading into a wide grin. “Have you ever heard of a drug called Billco?”
In response, Kei began to shake his head but thought back to his most recent conversations with drug dealers he had casual contact with. After a moment he nodded and added, “I think I’ve heard of it, but I don’t know anything about it.”
“Not surprising. It’s just beginning to gain popularity, and mainly in the college scene for right now.”
“What does it do?” Kei asked, his natural curiosity rising.
“Interestingly, the effect differs when taken by men and women. When a man takes it, in addition to a marjuana-like high, he gains the ability to experience multiple orgasms the way a woman does. It also makes the orgasms extra intense… at least according to anecdotal accounts.”
That didn’t sound so bad to Kei. In fact, it seemed like a souped up Viagra. He knew there had to be a catch, so he asked the obvious followup. “And what does it do to women?”
Allison’s grin faded as she explained, “It enhances arousal and suppresses a woman’s will. It makes her suggestable and easily commanded. It dissolves easily in food and drink and as of yet, there’s no known method for detection.”
The look of distaste on her face was palpable and easily understood. A super-Viagra combined with a super-Rufi. A dangerous mix. Understanding the danger was simple. Now he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Where do I come in?” He finally inquired when the Agent’s further elaboration was not immediately forthcoming.
Allison was clearly awaiting this question and responded with a well practiced explanation.
“We believe distribution of Billco can be traced back to a Sorority at Fifthson College. We need you to go undercover and find definitive proof of illegal activity. If we can’t identify the culprit soon, it will break containment and women everywhere will be in terrible danger.”
Kei didn’t know what reaction Allison expected to see, but she seemed taken aback as he unleashed a torrent of laughter so deafening his belly ached.
“HAHAHAHAHA, that’s fucking hillarious. Who put you up to this? BAHAHAHA, ridiculous! Get the scrawny, short asian kid to dress up in drag and embarrass him? What a joke!”
“No joke,” Allison assured him, her face a mask of seriousness. “It has to be you. The sorority is renowned for their Chess prowess.”
“Ok, I’ll play along. How the hell does it make sense for me to pretend to be a girl? Aren’t there like, 2.5 million actual girls you could get to do the job? Hell, I’ve known plenty of girls who kicked my ass at chess, do you need phone numbers?”
“We had one. She’s dead.”
The subsequent silence was excruciating. Only the soft whir of the engine encroached in the still, poisonous cabin. This time, it was Allison who spoke up.
“Classes start in 2 days. We wouldn’t be here if we had any other option. She attended an orientation party at the sorority house two weeks ago. She died yesterday of an unknown illness. We don’t suspect foul play, but the part which matters to you is this: Her death is known only to a select few within the Agency. You’re not going in as just any woman, we need you to become HER.”
Allison punctuated the final statement with a headshot of a cheerful looking girl flashing the peace sign. He studied her smiling face which looked to be of Korean descent. The girl was adorable, bubbly, and evidently, dead. A pit in Kei’s stomach turned into an abyss.
“Even if it is actually possible, it has to be someone else. You said it yourself, I’m a criminal. I’ve got no business-”
A raised hand silenced him. “You have a knack for earning the trust of criminals. We know you’ve stolen a lot of money. Moreover, we also know WHY you stole it. In the eyes of the law, you may be a criminal, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. ”
Despite himself, Kei felt tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Looking out the window to prevent the agent from noticing the moment of weakness, he was quick to respond, fighting through the crack in his voice.
“Then you know I can’t leave.”
“Now we’re negotiating,” Allison observed. “I can promise she’ll receive the best care the federal government can provide. If you complete the mission, we’ll absolve you of all your criminal offenses and get you set up with witness protection for you and your family.”
“That’s generous,” Kei said with more than a trace of sarcasm. He couldn’t help but stare at the dead college student they wanted him to portray. He crumpled it in frustration and added, “All this is a load of crap.”
“The offer is serious.”
“Not the offer. The offer is incredible… Too incredible to be believable. She and I aren’t even the same ethnicity. I know we all look the same to you, but we’re not. And I don’t care how fancy the wig you provide is, I’ll never pass for a woman.”
Allison waved away the concern. “I can verify we understand the difference between Korean and Japanese ancestry and we can provide the means to blend in. Perfectly,” she added.
Reflexively, Kei’s hand moved to the patchy facial hair he’d been growing since highschool.
“In fact,” Allison added excitedly. “Let me sweeten the pot for you. If you say yes right now, I’ll sleep with you!”
“I… uh, what?” Kei stuttered, wondering if perhaps he misheard. He glanced at the other agent who sat beside him, studying the large man’s face for some indication that he’d imagined it.
Reaching across the aisle, Allison caressed Kei’s knee suggestively. “Oh, don’t worry about Agent Harrison, he is great at ignoring my proclivities. Unless,” she paused dramatically, “You’d like him to join us?”
“No,” Kei snapped. “I’m not into guys.”
“Suit yourself,” Allison muttered, shrugging off her coat revealing a semi-transparent blouse. As she began unbuttoning it she added. “You have a certain lanky charm… I want to unwrap you like a candy bar. Do we have a deal?”
“I can’t,” he lamented, with his eyes locked on the lacy pink bra and seductive curves of the hottest cop Kei had ever seen. His cock surged against the fabric of his pants.
“It looks like he wants to,” she observed, dropping to her knees and unbuttoning Kei’s pants. He couldn’t bring himself to stop her as she took his rock hard erection in her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he moaned as her mouth slid up and down his manhood. Her mouth felt amazing, utterly demolishing every blowjob he could recall. However, just a few strokes in, she stopped.
“If we have a deal, I can promise you’ll never forget this night.”
“Fine, we have a deal, just don’t stop.”
Allison didn’t reply with words, instead she resumed licking up and down the length of his shaft sending a wave of pleasure down his spine. He felt soft hands wrap gently around his balls while a pair of lips slid down to the base of his diamond hard erection. Kei shuddered with a sudden and immediate release.
To his surprise, the agent gulped down the slurry without flinching and furiously licked his wilting erection clean.
“I’m sorry-” Kei began before getting cut off by Allison who silenced him with a kiss. He could taste his own cum on her lips.
“If you think a little premature ejaculation is going to void our deal,” she attested, “I don’t give up so easily. As a cop, or a woman, I ALWAYS get my man. Now take off your clothes.”
Her tone was sharp, but authoritative. Kei obeyed. Even so he was slow to disrobe as he watched the agent smoothly strip despite the cramped quarters. Beneath her business attire was an erotic set of pink-and-black, lacy undergarments which she also removed, revealing a mesmerizing body, nubile curves and large, pert breasts, exactly his type. Every man’s type, he conceded as he felt himself begin to harden again.
“I thought I told you to take that off,” Allison chided, pulling the half-removed hoodie over Kei’s head. She ran her hand briefly over his sparse chest hair and down his flat, but non-muscular abdominals on it’s journey south. It found his manhood surging to attention, right before she lunged into his lap. Guiding him to her moist, willing entrance, she sighed as she plunged down on his cock.
Allison’s pussy was sopping wet, which was fortunate, because she was also wonderfully, deliciously tight. It was the best Kei had ever experienced and was once again in awe of her supple body. She twisted and writhed in his lap, and even as his eager hands had just begun exploring the woman’s smooth, slender form, he felt ready to erupt again!
As though she could sense his tension she shifted off and, in one smooth motion bent to present her heart-shaped backside, to Kei. He eagerly took her from behind, slipping in while groping her ample, soft bosom. Moaning as she was penetrated, Kei could never recall being so aroused. With a furious intensity he pounded her, savoring the way her cunt squeezed his cock.
“Oh, shit,” he moaned, a sudden urge to cum. Without a condom, he moved to pull out.
“No,” Allison commanded. “You can cum inside. Anh! Don’t stop!”
“Fuck it,” Kei decided and resume his motion with renewed intensity.
They came together in a moaning cacophony and Kei felt the woman shudder under his touch. Once he felt her body relax he pulled himself free and watched his semen dribble out of her perfect slit.
Collapsing back into his seat, he took a deep breath, and watched Allison pull her panties on in the cramped vehicle interior. He admired his conquest.
Then, remembering the deal, reality came crashing down. What had he just agreed to?
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