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“Kincaid, we’re working, can you at least stop staring at my ass.” Agent Lin Rossi sighed as she shrugged into her small kimono.
The thin fabric cover stopped just above her thighs, and as she tied the sash, she made a mental note not to bend over in front of her partner or else her whole backside would be out for his enjoyment.
Then again it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but the way Kincaid leered at her body made her skin crawl.
The curvaceous INTERPOL agent finished securing her robe and looked at herself in the mirror.
I should really get a bigger one. She thought as she noticed her heaving cleavage that was barely covered by the kimono. Her ass was thick, round, and curvy, but her breasts were just as large and full, both of which were perfectly showcased by the skimpy thong bikini now barely covered by the robe.
As she frowned at her scantily clad appearance in the mirror, she noticed Kincaid sitting on the bed behind her, eyes still zeroed in on her tush.
If only he handled cases with such hyper-focus. She grumbled and glared at her good- for- nothing partner’s reflection.
“Kincaid,” She sighed, and the suit clad man sat at attention. “If you’re going to stare at something, go watch our prisoner.”
“Oh, right.” Kincaid stuttered, stood, flashed another hungry look at Lin, and then hurried out the bedroom door.
Lin closed her eyes and shuddered. Sometimes it felt like she was being punished by being assigned to work with a cretin like that man, but tonight it was all worth it.
After years, she had finally corned her quarry.
If anything, she could probably leverage an arrest like this to get a new, competent partner.
Opening back up her eyes, Lin admired herself in the mirror.
Her long, straight black hair fell around her shoulders, and her large eyes seemed almost as dark as her hair under the right light.
She still remembered the day she had been assigned as Kincaid’s partner and he salivated at her like she was a piece of meat.
“I didn’t think they made asian girls like you.” He leered as he said it.
Lin took an instant dislike to the man, and that never changed. Having to spend years in the cesspool beach town of Marston’s Pointe with him felt like her own personal hell, but now her ticket out was waiting in the next room.
She stood back, pulled the robe over her breasts, and then let it open again. Lin considered putting something else on, something more official, but she decided against it for pure vanity reasons.
Lotus, an internationally wanted criminal, was handcuffed in the next room, and Lin wanted to flaunt her victory.
She had spent years tracking Lotus, utilizing every resource she could to trace the Korean trafficker’s movements, and she wanted to rub the humiliation in Lotus’ face that she was caught by a woman wearing nothing but a thong bikini.
After all, Lotus had seen Lin in that thong and assumed she was helpless, exposed, vulnerable…
Which was exactly what Lin wanted Lotus to think. She had lured her quarry into a false sense of security and then pounced. Lotus, ever the predator, had finally fallen into a trap that she couldn’t get out of.
But it wasn’t over yet, far from it in fact.
There were still many loose ends to tie up…
Lin walked over to an end table, lifted her phone, and looked at the photo on the lock screen.
It was of a woman, splashing on the beach with a bright smile on her face.
Her eyes were a deep shade of brown and her long, straight hair was dyed light brown, which fell around her large breasts as she enjoyed the beach.
Janna, her sister.
Lin took a breath, and another look at the phone, and stuck it in one of the pockets of the kimono.
She had been tracking Lotus for years, and traced the career criminal’s path to a town called Marston’s Pointe in California.
At first Lin didn’t understand why Lotus would come to what seemed like a backwater, but when the INTERPOL agent arrived in Marston’s Pointe, she understood why it attracted Lotus.
The town was a haven for tourists in the summer, a perfect spot for Lotus to snatch unsuspecting women off the beach and swindle lustful men out of all they had, but there was another reason as well. Marston’s Pointe was home to a small but powerful crime lord known as Ace.
Lin had heard of Ace, he had turned Marston’s Pointe in his kingdom, and had enough politicians on the payroll that no one would dare try and unseat the mysterious criminal.
Rumor had it that no one had actually seen Ace’s face, and those who had never lived to tell the story.
It seemed to Lin that Lotus was getting ambitious, and wanted to carve out a piece of Ace’s territory for her own.
Lotus spent several years in Marston’s Pointe lying low, and Lin’s superiors kept threatening to pull her off the case.
She had to plea with her higher ups to keep her posted in Marston’s Pointe, a crusade that Kincaid enthusiastically assisted her with.
After all, her pig of a partner loved the town, he loved spending time on the beach watching women in little bikinis, especially his partner.
Lin kept her cover as a tourist, and was tempted to recruit the local P.D to her side, but when she found out that the new Sheriff in town was a former bikini model, she decided to wait.
It was a good idea, as the former model, a woman named Felicia, quit and was replaced by another former model named Gina.
Felicia went into fetish modeling, while Gina mandated that every woman on the police force wear thong bikinis to work.
It was clear to Lin that these women could not be taken seriously, and she decided to only loop them in at the last possible moment.
There were other rumors too about Marston’s Pointe.
Allegedly, several FBI agents sent to investigate corruption in the police force had disappeared too, which made Lin further distrust the Sheriff’s Department.
Then rumors began to spread that Ace was losing his vice-like grip on the town.
It was no coincidence at the same time word began to spread of Ace losing control that Lotus finally resurfaced.
As it turns out, the internationally wanted criminal had been quietly operating out of a seedy massage parlor on the boardwalk, slowly siphoning off of Ace’s kingdom like a parasite.
Lin cursed herself for not catching on sooner to Lotus new front, but now that her enemy had finally made a move, the INTERPOL agent knew how and when to strike.
She staked out the massage parlor, watching men and women enter.
The men always left, but not all of the women.
Lotus it seemed never left the parlor, or if she did, there was another entrance.
Then one day, Lin finally caught a glimpse of her grey-eyed nemesis, stepping out of the parlor door to greet a male client before letting him in.
After getting visual confirmation, Lin struck.
The Interpol agent donned her skimpiest bikini, had Kincaid wait in a van near the alley where the massage parlor was, and she entered the lion’s den.
A beautiful woman with dark hair, regal features, large breasts and dark skin greeted Lin as she entered.
The woman, who introduced herself as Delilah, was pleasant and charming, no doubt perfect at making male and female clients at ease.
Lin played the clueless tourist, and let Delilah show her to a room.
As she laid flat on the massage table, she could feel her nipples ready to burst through her bikini top.
Her stomach was doing somersaults as she anticipated the moment she had waited years for.
As she lay there, her exposed flesh raised, Lin also couldn’t help but feel a rush of fear on top of the adrenaline.
After all, she was facing an incredibly cunning, ruthless adversary wearing nothing but a thong bikini.
When the door opened, it took all of Lin’s self control to not tense her muscles.
Instead, she kept her head facing the opposite direction and eyes closed.
She didn’t have to look to see that it was Lotus in the room with her, she knew.
Lying there, eyes closed, she heard the careful foot steps as Lotus paced around the table, and then heard a cabinet door open. The steps grew closer, one at a time, slow, measured, deliberate…
When she felt the woman’s shadow over her, Lin sprang into action, leaping off of the table like a great cat about to strike.
Lotus jumped back in alarm, a cloth in one hand, a bottle of chloroform in the other.
Lin didn’t slow down, and grabbed the hand holding the chloroform soaked rag and pressed it against Lotus’ face.
Lotus tried to struggle but was too taken aback to mount a good defense.
Lin pressed her opponent against a wall, keeping the rag pressed against Lotus’ face and using her other arm to pin Lotus back. The other woman kicked and fought as Lin held the rag in place.
“Hhhmmm mmmm! Mmmm!” Lotus’ gray eyes were wide with shock and fear.
Seeing it caused Lin to feel a tinge of arousal.
“How does it feel?” Lin hissed just before Lotus’ eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness.
Lotus collapsed into Lin’s arms, who wrapped her in a blanket from the massage table and hurried out.
Delilah wasn’t at her desk when Lin carried the unconscious woman to the door, but Lin didn’t want to stop and risk having to fight off the buxom woman or any other associates Lotus had in the parlor.
The INTERPOL agent encountered no resistance as she carried Lotus outside, loaded her into the back of the van, and sped off to the safe house with Kincaid.
Now Lin stared at the door to her bedroom, knowing that Lotus waited on the other side. She knew the interrogation wouldn’t be easy, but she was willing to take as long as she needed. Taking a deep breath, Lin composed herself, opened up the door, and stepped out.
Lotus was seated on the living room couch while Kincaid stood in the corner, his eyes locked on the steady rise and fall of Lotus’ cleavage. Lin stopped to glare at her partner before looking at Lotus.