Naked women slept wherever they wanted. Some laid on the grass outside to cool down from the heat, some laid on couches or beds inside. Most still had cum glazed on their faces or chest. They belonged to this private little island, so they could do as they pleased.

The man smoking a cigar was amused by the sight. A place like this had been a lifelong dream, and what else is a man supposed to do with a billion dollars if not create this kind of utopia?

He walked around the island wearing only shorts. Taking puffs of his cigar, he admired the women who had recently been fucked out of their minds.

It was almost dawn and the sun was rising. He waved at the boat which took his esteemed guests back to Miami. Those men fueled his extravagant and hedonistic lifestyle, and in exchange, he made their most deviant fantasies come true.

"Would you like any refreshments, sir?" a woman in a bikini said, whose job it was to provide service.

The man took a puff of his cigar. "No, darling. I've had a busy night and I need some sleep."

"Understood, sir."

He always liked being called 'sir' by his beautiful employees. It was a sign of respect. He kept his eyes on the boat taking his guests back to mainland America.

This lifestyle almost felt like an illusion. His power brought money. His money made him more powerful. It was a vicious cycle. Politicians, celebrities, and business moguls. The ones that knew him were at his service. And if they didn't play ball, he had his ways of making people obedient....

***

The extent of Detective Elisa Wong's deep cover was unlike anything seen before from a female agent. She would surely be studied by future cadets at the police academy.

For now, she settled on three weeks paid leave, courtesy of her superior. After months of intense stress inside of a criminal organization, she needed to crash. It was all over.

Her raven black hair was a mess when she got out of bed that morning. Her home phone was ringing relentlessly when she refused to answer her cell phone. All she was wearing was a skinny tshirt and panties.

"Hello?" she answered in a groggy voice, without even checking the caller ID.

"It's me, get your ass over here."

The Lieutenant was always a prick, but to call her during their agreed-upon time off was just unusual.

"What's gotten into you?" Elisa asked, quickly waking up.

"It's about the Santino family. I have to show you something. So far, only a few people know about this. You need to be one of them."

With the treasure trove of intel she gathered for the police department, she thought she was done investigating that family, which was South Florida's main organization when it came to sex trafficking and narcotics. She was certain she had provided enough evidence to put away Santino and his associates behind bars forever.

"I'll be there in half an hour," she said.

"See you then."

When the Lieutenant hung up the phone, Elisa rushed to prepare herself for action once again.

***

In her jeans and tshirt, she brisked past all the colleagues she'd normally say hello to and made her way towards the Lieutenant's office. There were two other men in the room, huddled around a laptop.

"What's the latest?" she asked, entering the office.

"Detective Wong, come here and take a look at this," the Lieutenant said, then gesturing to the other men to leave.

When the other men left the room, Elisa made her way around the boss's desk. On the laptop was a paused video. It appeared to be of a man and woman preparing to have sex in a bedroom.

"A blackmail tape?" she asked.

"Something the Feds sent us this morning. They recovered it from a raid in Palm Beach. It was on the computer of one of Santino's associates, who still claims to have no knowledge of this. I'm going to play it so you can see the content. It's explicit."

Elisa raised an eyebrow. "This isn't my first time watching porn. Just play it."

"Tell me if you notice anyone familiar."

The Lieutenant tapped the key and the laptop played the video clip. The man and woman undressed. The woman appeared to be in her early 50's, and the man was in his late 20's or so. They got naked. The woman got on her knees and performed oral sex. Then they had rough sex on the bed with the woman's feet flailing in the air. It looked like a standard affair for rough sex, except for the woman's face.

"Is that..." Elisa's voice trailed off as she squinted. "The Mayor?"

The Lieutenant paused the video. "It appears to be a blackmail recording of Mayor Harding fucking some guy."

"Jesus. And you think Santino is behind this?"

"You tell me. Have you heard anything about blackmail? Do you know of any hidden cameras in any of Santino's clubs? You know his style better than anyone. What do you think?"

Elisa thought for a moment. "No. That's not his style. Santino operates in the shadows. He does whatever it takes to avoid law enforcement. Blackmailing a sitting Mayor? Out of the question. He's not stupid."

"Well, as it just so happens, Detective Wong, it's more than just the Mayor."

"Who else?"

"The Mayor's husband, fucking some Hispanic piece of ass. It looks like the same type of residency, the same location. They're a pretty kinky couple. There are a few other hidden sex tapes and we're working to identify the parties involved."

"Who's working on it?" she asked.

"The Feds, me, and you. The DA and the US Attorney's office are hustling to get more warrants. We're working quietly and we're hoping to avoid the media."

Elisa took in a deep breath. "This is some serious stuff."

"Still burnt out from your last job?"

"I'm fine."

"Good, because you don't have a choice," the Lieutenant said. "We need you to go deeper undercover. I know this isn't what you signed up for. I acknowledge that it could be very dangerous. But if we're going to solve this discreetly, it's the only way."

A touch of fear crept through Elisa's spine. She was thankful she hadn't burned her bridges with the Santino organization. She had only disappeared from their radar for two days.

But regardless, she knew them well. As quickly as possible, she contemplated the blackmail sex tape on the laptop screen. Something didn't seem right.

"It won't work," she said, as if thinking out loud. "Trust me, I got all the information I could. These people are careful. I've gone as deep as I could go and I hadn't found anything like this."

"Do you have a better idea?"

Elisa went with her gut instinct, which had never let her down. And if she was right, then she'd be on the verge of uncovering a massive criminal conspiracy.

"We find out who Santino works for," she said firmly. "I'm almost positive that when it comes to this recording, he's just the middle-man."

The Lieutenant kept an open mind. "You're suggesting we cut him a deal."

"Yes, it'll work."

"You must really like the Mayor if you're willing to cut Santino a break after all the shit you went through building the case against him."

Elisa gave a short sigh. "The job is the job."

***

By the next morning, everyone was on the same page. The investigation was kept as tightly-knit as possible. Secrecy was a top priority, and since Detective Elisa Wong had the most experience dealing with this criminal organization, it was only natural that she was the lead person on the ground.

She wore her bright red lipstick, the kind that made her so popular with Santino. For the past few months, she had been an accountant for the mob, assisting to balance their financial books and help launder money.

Her silky, long dark hair was free, instead of the neat ponytail she had worn everyday while undercover. Instead of a suit, she wore a tight tshirt and blue jeans. She preferred casual attire and she always hated the business look.

It was 8 am when she parked in front of the small restaurant Santino owned, where he always ate breakfast alone.

She entered and saw Santino eating by himself. She approached him.

"Ella, my financial girl," he said, taking a sip of coffee. "What brings you here? Can I get you something to eat?"

She stood in front of him, cautious but brave. "My real name is Elisa. And I'm not your financial girl."

It only took a moment for Santino to put everything together. As his facial features moved, Elisa was prepared for any situation. Santino wiped his mouth and put the napkin down.

"I should have known," he said calmly.

She nodded. "Yeah, you should have."

Gently, Elisa put her badge on the table for him to see.

"Sit down. I guess we have plenty to talk about."

Detective Wong sat across the guy whom she had been targeting. "I'll get straight to the point. We have the recording of Mayor Harding."

"Recording?" he calmly said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Of course you do. But I don't think that you're the person who made the recording. I think you just transfer the women to someone else, someone with real connections. Someone who can get certain people to feel comfortable, then captures them in compromising positions."

"Now you're talking crazy, detective."

Under normal circumstances, she would have let this banter continue while she slowly reasoned with the suspect. With time of the essence, she needed a harder approach.

"I have an immunity deal for you," she said plainly. "It's best if you get an attorney and start cooperating immediately. If you don't, you're looking at serious prison time. How long do you think you'll survive in prison before your boss decides you're a loose end? Think about it."

"What am I facing?" he asked with a scowl on his face.

"A life sentence, and a seizure of all your assets so there'll be nothing for your family. Because a sitting mayor is involved, they want to give you the stiffest sentence possible so you'll cooperate. And in case you were wondering, yes, I gathered most of the evidence myself."

Slowly, his sour expression turned into a smile. "Good girl. Brains, beauty, and you're slick as hell. You're the perfect package."

"What can I say? They put me undercover for a reason."

Santino's face suddenly morphed and he pulsed with fury.

"Fuck, fuck!!!" he screamed, slamming his clenched fist on the table several times with all of his might.

From the backroom, a burly looking man rushed in and approached their table.

"Everything okay in here, boss?" the large man asked.

"Back off," Elisa shot back, without even looking at him.

The man squared up into a hostile stance.

"Listen bitch, I don't like it when...."

In a flash, Elisa pulled the gun that was holstered from the back of her tshirt, tucked behind her jean pants, and pointed it at the burly man. Her grip was tight enough to suggest that she was willing to pull the trigger.

"Take another step," she said coldly.

"Okay, alright," Santino said to calm the tension, then gesturing to his henchman. "You, wait in the car. Elisa, or whatever your name is, let's talk in the back."

She put her gun away as the man stepped outside. Santino stood up, and without emotion, headed to the back where they could have some privacy.

*

Elisa stared at this once powerful figure, who remained silent for nearly ten minutes with his head hanging down, with a typed letter from a US Attorney offering him an immunity deal for full cooperation.

"I'll do this on one condition," he said in a nearly broken voice.

"You're not in a position to bargain."

"We both know that I'm fucked anyway. I'm compromised, no matter what I do. I've lost my business, my lifestyle. Might as well go out with a bang and maybe repent for my sins. And I want to see how tough you really are. You've got to earn this."

There was a look in Santino's eyes and Elisa knew that this man wanted revenge for having been betrayed by a cop. She knew that powerful men tended to be furious when cornered like this.

She was unmoved. "How?"

"I'm meeting with the guy you're after. The guy who recorded the Mayor getting fucked on video."

She felt the hairs standing on the back of her neck. This was it. This was a major break in the case and she was pleased with her instincts. Being this close to the endgame, she felt a rush of adrenaline and now she was unstoppable.

"When?" she asked.

"Today. I'm supposed to be making a delivery for him."

"Get your fucking lawyer on the phone," she said forcefully. "Take the immunity deal. Then tell us everything."

Santino gave a slight sneer. "Here's what's going to happen. You're coming with me. No police backup or recordings. No guns. Nothing. On the boat ride there, I'll tell you everything. Then, you'll get to meet the person you're after."

She knew Santino well enough to know that this was a final decision. You can't be the head of a criminal organization unless you're ruthless. And this was the most ruthless Santino could be to a police detective. This was clearly Santino's idea of a revenge fantasy, to make Detective Wong step into the heart of the unknown.

"What happens there?" she asked, keeping a straight face.

"Exactly what you'd expect. I want you to see the world he's created. The clients? That's the best part. If I said it, the police might not believe me. But if you saw it with your own eyes, then that's another story."

It was, without a doubt, the biggest decision of Detective Wong's life, and she made that decision in an instant. This was her job. This was everything to her.

"If you try anything..." she said, with her voice trailing off.

"I would never dream of bringing you harm."

Slowly and eventually, Elisa gave a curt nod.

***

Her sights were now set on a man named Rothstein, a man who had been in and out of jail for the past several years. Various prosecutors have gone after him for nearly a decade, but when you have a Guardian Angel looking after you in the form of influential government bureaucrats, avoiding any type of lengthy prison sentence is doable, no matter what the evidence is.

During the boat ride away from the Miami coast, Elisa contemplated everything. Her mind was in detective-mode as she wondered how Rothstein made his vast fortune. No one seemed to know, as far as media reports were concerned.

The sun was in her eyes and the wind was in her hair. She had been given a form-fitting, strapless black dress to wear. It showed off her skinny figure.

And her lips? Before leaving Miami, she put another touch of her famous bright red lipstick, which men seemed to be attracted to. Yes, she was back undercover again. She knew this character by heart. Once again, she'd be playing the role of an accountant.

There were two speedboats which traveled together. Elisa was on the boat with Santino and a few associates. The other boat had the women, who would be providing the sexual entertainment for the night's guests.

It was mid-afternoon when the boats arrived at the shore. The island was tropical and private. No one else was there besides employees and guests.

Following the lead of the sex works, Elisa took off her heels and decided to walk barefoot on the island. Heels would only slow her down. Being barefoot seemed like a more logical approach.

It was her first time laying eyes on Rothstein, who seemed much older now than in the previous mugshots which had been featured on the news years ago. She felt an ominous feeling as they all walked towards each other.

"Welcome to orgy island," Rothstein said in a way that resembled a doorman at any 5-star resort.

The men greeted each other with hugs and handshakes, while Elisa stood closely and observed the small talk.

Rothstein then gestured to her. "And who's this pretty little thing?"

"Her?" Santino asked with a smile. "That's Elisa. She's my accountant. I brought her so she could learn a few things about how a big organization is supposed to be run. You could say I'm grooming her for big things. I hope you don't mind."

"Santino, my friend, you have the best taste in women. You always have."

She watched the grin on the boss's face as he approached her. Their first official meeting. They shook hands warmly. She smiled back.

***

Most of her time was spent in the administrative area, going over finances with Rothstein's people. It was a treasure trove of new information that she had unlimited access towards.

Afterwards, she was free to enjoy herself in designated areas on that gorgeous tropical island. Elisa felt anxiety in her bones as 'orgy island' was underway. The sun was going down. The atmosphere was lively as she could hear laughter from afar.

She got to see everything, except for the rooms and the docks on the other side. A handful of guards kept everything secure. She could hear more boats arriving and her curiosity was at an all-time high. People were fucking already, but who? Who were the clients? Who were in the inner-circle?

Most importantly, she wondered if Mayor Harding had been here too? Was this island the source of the blackmail video which had pulled her back into the undercover assignment?

As she walked barefoot on the grass, contemplating the darkness of this case and how vulnerable she was being alone, a door to a bungalow opened and two women went outside while showing each other affection.

She had met the woman named Mindy earlier, a bronze skinned socialite who kept her brown hair pinned upwards. Mindy was unabashed, wearing a see-through white tshirt with matching see-through pants that showed off her red thong. She was braless and her nipples were hard. There was also a free-flowing Mediterranean style scarf around her neck. She held hands with a college-aged blonde.

"How do you like it here?" Mindy asked, shooing away the college girl, who headed to the main party. "To me this place is heaven."

Elisa politely smiled. "Well, I moved to Miami several years ago for a reason. I love this environment. It's a joy and I can see why you spend so much time here."

"Do you spend a lot of time in the business?"

"It's a new career. The money is good."

"Ever partake?" Mindy asked, raising a suggestive eyebrow.

Elisa pretended to blush. "I've never mixed business with pleasure."

"That's my sin," Mindy winked. "It's all the same to me. I'm in the business of pleasure, so why not indulge?"

In that moment, Elisa realized that she was dealing with the madam of this island; the woman who purportedly ran things and made things possible. The woman who procured and trained women to be sexual servants.

As an undercover agent, Elisa knew how to be smart and keep calm in situations like this. The stakes had never been higher.

"That was an attractive blonde you were with," Elisa said. "So I totally get why you'd indulge."

"Interested?"

"Me? Oh, no. I don't know. I mean, this place seems like a man's paradise. I've heard that things can get.... I don't know... a bit depraved around here."

Mindy laughed. "I'd say that everyone has their inner sexual demon -- both men and women -- and it's something private within that person. Here, we simply give people a chance to live that out. Believe it or not, many of our clients are powerful women who want to play with other women. Everyone has one life to live."

That word triggered something in the detective's mind. Clients. Just who were they? Did any of them know about the secret recordings? Even more desperate for answers, Elisa could feel herself salivating. She was so close, yet so far, to finding out the truth behind this exotic island for the elites, whoever the elites actually were.

"That's a good point," Elisa said shyly. "But I'm the financial woman. I do accounting."

"But you're human, too. A very beautiful human. What's your pleasure? Other women? Mature or college-aged? Cocks? Gangbangs?"

Elisa blushed, genuinely this time. "Cocks."
"Do you enjoy sucking them?"

She politely smiled. "Any real woman does. You could say I'm a proud cocksucker, but I'm here for business on behalf of Mr. Santino."

"Do you want to join the party? Do you want to be initiated? I can make it happen because I'm in charge of the initiations."

"What happens after?"

"Then, you're free to taste whatever you'd like on this island. No charge. Consider it a perk of your service to us."

"That's a sweet offer," Elisa said, showing obvious interest. "Why are you doing this for me?"

Mindy took steps forwards and their faces had become so close that they could feel each other's breath.

"I realized, I've never had an Asian here before," Mindy said, almost like an epiphany. "Most of my women are European, American, or Latinas. I've had some Arabs before. Perhaps it's time I expand my palate."

Whatever would happen, it would be sexual. There was no doubt about it. Time was of the essence and this was her window of opportunity. She needed to get her eyes on the full activities of this island to report back to her superiors. Raiding an island could only be possible for extreme circumstances. She needed more proof.

Hopefully, if she was lucky, Mindy would just eat her pussy. Maybe the other way around. Elisa had played with other women in college, so it wouldn't be the end of the world.

"Only if you promise to be gentle," Elisa said, batting her eyelashes.

A lustful expression appeared on Mindy's face. "Follow me. I'll be as gentle as I can. And I'll make this quick."

Locking arms, they went inside one of the nearby bungalows. At first glance, the room looked ordinary and cozy. Upon closer look, there were sex toys on the tables and erotic paintings on the wall.

"Please, on your knees," Mindy said like a sweetheart.

Elisa followed instructions and got down on her knees. Luckily the floor had a carpet. She looked at a professionally made painting on a wall, which featured a woman on the table with her legs up, with men lining up for a turn.

Her vision was suddenly obscured when Mindy wrapped the scarf around her eyes. It was being tied around the detective's eyes and she had become blindfolded.

"Don't move a muscle," Mindy said in a playful way. "Be right back."

Suddenly she was left alone with the door open. Would anyone outside see her? What would they think? Minutes had passed. The wait was excruciating. Did they know she was a cop? Did Santino tip them off? Would they interrogate her? Would they kill her? If they did, no one would know.

Her heart pounded while she remained on her knees. Part of her wanted to make a run for it. But she was experienced in dangerous situations and knew how to keep calm. Her instincts told her to remain in place.

Footsteps returned and she heard the chatter of male voices:

"What a fuckable looking sex kitten."

"Cute Asian babe. Should be fun."

The footsteps came closer and Elisa knew that she was surrounded. There was a ruffling sound in front of her.

"Open your mouth, doll," Mindy said.

Elisa complied and parted her lips. If the barrel of a gun had been placed in her mouth, at this point, she wouldn't have been surprised. Instead, she felt the soft skin of a man's erect penis. It was a welcomed relief.

"Close your lips," Mindy ordered. "Suck on it."

It was Elisa's first foray into blindfolded sexual acts, and with strangers of all people. She did her best to suck under the circumstance. Normally she'd dive right in. For this, she didn't know how to act being blindfolded and watched. She didn't know if she should use her hands or not, but she did. She stroked the man as she sucked, picking up her pace.

When the man moaned, Elisa felt a pulsing sensation in her pussy and she sucked even harder. Yes, she was on the job as an undercover detective. But the thrill of sucking someone off, an unknown, while the madam observed was strangely intoxicating. It felt horrible, too. She worked her hand, tongue, and lips around the stranger's dick. It pained her to do this. But it felt so good. Was this man a security guard or someone rich and powerful? Maybe it was a staff member. She sucked it the same, regardless.

"Move over," a different guy said. "Let's see how much those skinny lips and small mouth can fit."

Another? Elisa shuddered at the thought of taking another cock. One was a clear violation of her ethics. For any undercover assignment, she had always been pressured for sex and she was always able to find a way out of it. But two cocks? It was gratuitous. She was wet.

The other man pushed his way into her mouth and Elisa found herself sucking on two men at the same time. Her mouth was stuffed and her cheeks bulged on both sides. Unsure of what else to do, she used her hands to hold each shaft. She wanted this to be over with so she could do her job on the island.

Deep down, this was a fantasy that many women have. She was one of them, though she never dreamt of doing anything with people like this, whoever 'they' were. As she sucked, she prayed that these men wouldn't recognize her someday. If these men were connected and this case went big, surely they'd dig into her file, wouldn't they?

It was a strange feeling knowing these anonymous men could someday realize that they had been sucked off by the lead investigator on this case. But then again, they could never tell anyone either. The truth was, Elisa knew these men wouldn't be arrested. Only the person who made the blackmail tape was the target.

"You have the best mouth," a man said in a low moan.

Mindy added, "She's a real cocksucker. Look at her go."

While trying to make these guys cum as fast as possible, Elisa felt a pair of soft, feminine hands on her hair. Mindy was caressing her head, helping her bob back and forth.

If these people knew that Elisa was a cop, they didn't show it. Or maybe they just wanted to enjoy as much as they could before bringing this to an end?

"Suck it like a lollipop," Mindy said in an excited voice. "You have two in your mouth. Go on, make a popping sound with your mouth, for each dick."

Elisa winced with shame. She held each cock tightly and pulled them out of her mouth. For each cock, she gave a hard suck and pulled it out to make a popping sound. Both men seemed to love it as they laughed softly to themselves.

She knew Mindy loved it too, receiving a kiss from her to the side of the cheek.

"My lollipop can squirt," a man said. "The way you suck my lollipop is making me real excited. Finish the job. I want to see what you look like with my juices in your mouth."

"Same here," the other man said, throbbing into Elisa's hand. "You work it like a pro."

Mindy rubbed Elisa's hair. "You heard the men. Suck it like a lollipop some more. You're so good at it. I knew you'd be."

Clenching her eyes shut behind the blindfold, Elisa stroked the men harder and faster. Her arms were skinny but strong. Her fingers were thin and feminine. She spent a lot of time in the gym, staying in fighting shape for her job in case she'd ever need to defend herself from an attacker. Instead, she was now using her strong arms and tight grip for something else...

"Open your mouth," Mindy said gleefully. "Your red lipstick makes your face so pretty. Now it's a target for the lollipops. Gentlemen, you know where to finish."

Hearing those words excited the men, because Elisa felt them throb so hard in her hands. She stroked them, pointing their cocks to her own mouth. Then she opened her lips wider. She felt the two cocks being guided by a helping hand, presumably Mindy, to make sure that the cum hit its intended target.

The first spurt came from the left side and it hit the inside of her cheek. The guy on the right shot directly onto her tongue. They coated her mouth and she tried not to flinch. To flinch or to close her mouth would show weakness, and she was terrified that she'd fail her initiation and this was all for nothing.

She gulped down what she could while keeping her mouth open. She nearly gagged on it. Her mouth was filled with cum and her taste buds were overwhelmed by their distinct flavor.

"Good girl," Mindy said. "Now it's time to be initiated. Then you'll be one of us."

Elisa was horrified. That wasn't the initiation?

She felt her shoulders being pushed down by Mindy's hands. The detective was now on her hands and knees, still blindfolded.

The back of her dress was lifted. A sharp object was used to cut her panties away. Was this the part where they'd hurt her and reveal that they knew she was a cop all along? That Santino had told on her?

Instead, she felt a lubricated finger press against her small anus. It made her flinch, naturally, but she did her best to remain still. She resigned herself to the fate that she'd be sodomized in some way, as the finger dug even deeper to coat her rectum.

"Time for me to take this ass," Mindy said with lust. "Women can have cocks too, you know."

The finger pulled out and Elisa felt the distinct feeling of a strap-on dildo being pressed against her anus. It was definitely going up her ass. The only question she had was, how big was it?

She knew she'd get very little mercy. She felt Mindy's hands clench onto her shoulders to hold on. With a gentle push, Elisa felt her asshole being stretched as the dildo went deeper. Another push and it went even deeper. She gasped and some of the cum dripped from her mouth, running down her chin, onto the floor.

"Now beg me for it," Mindy said confidently. "I need to know you're the right material for our island. I just need to hear it. I love hearing women beg."

Swallowing her pride, she had already come this far.

"Ughh... fuck it..." Elisa whispered. "Fuck it... take it...please..."

The shame of saying those words was nothing compared to the pressure she felt in her bottom. She was certain the men were still watching this, enjoying the sight of her being sodomized. And she was positive that Mindy had so much pleasure dominating her like this.

She was being fucked. The thrusts came faster and faster. In between, she felt Mindy pulling on her silky black hair, her cultural pride and joy, which was now being used for sexual purposes.

It became agonizing as it went on, as the dildo went all the way in. She was being fucked so hard that Mindy's crotch was slapping into her flesh. She had been spanked a few times with an open palm, too. With some of the deeper thrusts, she even felt the hardness of Mindy's abs against her butt, whenever Mindy bent over.

In a moment of weakness, the detective confessed between moans, "My ass will never be the same again..."

But that pain turned to pleasure when Mindy reached below and fingered her clit. Having her clit rubbed was Elisa's favorite stimulation for an orgasm, and within moments, she was on the verge of screaming.

She could only imagine what the two men were thinking, watching this unholy lesbian coupling. She was certain the men were still there because she hadn't heard them leave; why would they? Elisa envisioned the sight to be something crude; an ultra-fit madam ass fucking an uptight Asian woman who was blindfolded with a cum filled mouth.

She wasn't sure which was more embarrassing, the cocksucking, the sodomy, or that she started to scream and cry like a small puppy. In the bedroom, she was known for being loud and making a twisted face when she came. This was the first time she came from having anything up her ass. The orgasm was memorable and she was dripping from her pussy.

"There, was that so bad?" Mindy asked, grinding to a halt while giving the undercover agent pats on her wet pussy. "I'd say you've passed our test."

The dildo pulled out, leaving a gaping feeling in Elisa's asshole. Her entire body flinched when Mindy slapped her ass powerfully and the sound echoed in the room.

Mindy added, while caressing the detective's hair, "And remember, nothing you see on this island should ever be repeated to anyone else, except for people already in the circle. If not, there will be consequences. Severe consequences, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

With a mouthful of cum and a sore asshole, Elisa had done all she needed to do in order to conduct a full reconnaissance of orgy island.

When the blindfold was pulled, Elisa looked upwards at the two men she had just sucked off. Her jaw dropped, letting some of the wayward cum drip onto her chest.

It was true. It was all true, she thought.

***

The robe was partially open, leaving bare the center of her body, as she had just finished a shower. She lounged around her apartment while coffee was brewing.

Elisa watched the news unfold on cable news. Rothstein had been transferred to a protective unit after a fellow inmate had made an attempt on his life. Twitter was ablaze with speculation about who was behind this. Pundits were in a frenzy. Deep down, she wondered how long Rothstein could survive. In the world of the powerful, anyone could be gotten to.

With her robe still open, she sat down for coffee and breakfast. The tv was still on, playing the news in the background. Her laptop was open and she checked her email.

She opened a message with the subject: Red lipstick

I hope one day I'll get to experience those gorgeous lips of yours while you're wearing that red lipstick. I think about your mouth often. You have a sexy face.

In the meantime, I'll always have this memory. I have one copy. You have the other copy. I destroyed the original copy before the Feds raided the island.

Our secret, forever

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Clicking the attached file, a video played on her laptop It was the first time Elisa had ever watched a video of herself in a sexual situation. The hidden camera video was approximately 34 minutes long, which meant that her entire interaction on the island had been recorded.

She watched herself sucking cock while blindfolded. She forwarded the video to see herself sucking two cocks. Another forward, she watched herself being fucked by Mindy, who had a sparkling look on her face. It was like something out of a hardcore porn, rather than a major criminal investigation. But her reluctance -- and eventually giving in -- made the whole thing much more arousing than any professionally produced video. This was raw. This was real.

Taking a sip of coffee, she remained emotionless. Her eyes shifted back to the tv, seeing a video loop of Rothstein in handcuffs as the pundits kept up their speculations. Her eyes shifted back to the island fuckfest on her computer.

Her fingertip was on the laptop pad, ready to delete the video and email. If this video had been anyone else (and not her) she would have done the right thing and submitted this video as evidence to the police department. But this was her. This was Elisa at her worst. Or maybe her best?

She pulled her finger away, and instead she ate breakfast while the video played until the end. Deleting the video? Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe never.

When she finished breakfast, she closed her laptop and changed her clothes. It was time to head back to the police department.

The End

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