Laura moved through the dim warehouse like a shadow, her athletic frame coiled with quiet focus. As a part-time detective balancing university lectures, she'd tracked Brock's crew here on a tip about stolen tech. Her thick black hair swayed with each graceful step, C-cup breasts shifting under her fitted jacket. She knew her limits—stronger men could overpower her—so she stayed sharp, observant.
Brock emerged from the shadows, tall and rock-solid, a smirk cutting across his face. "Well, if it isn't the campus sleuth. You really think you can pin anything on me, detective?"
"I don't need to pin it; the evidence will," Laura shot back, her voice steady and intelligent. "But you're not as clever as you pretend. This operation reeks of desperation."
He closed the distance fast, overpowering her with ease despite her struggles. "Clever enough to see an opportunity." A syringe flashed; the experimental aphrodisiac burned into her vein. "Let's see how that brilliant mind handles a little heat."
The drug hit like fire. Her clit swelled, rubbing insistently against her panties with every breath, leaving her in a constant, low simmer of arousal. Her breasts tingled, already hinting at fullness. "You bastard—what did you do?" she panted, fighting the sudden wetness dripping between her thighs.
Brock's hands roamed as the tape rolled unseen. "Fight it all you want, but your body's honest." He freed his hard cock, thick and demanding. Laura's witty retorts faltered into moans as he bent her over a crate, sliding into her tight pussy. "This isn't... oh god..." she gasped, but the aphrodisiac made her slick and responsive. He thrust deep, her ass slapping against him while she came hard, sweating and panting, her inexperience shattered by raw pleasure.
He pulled out for a blowjob, her lips wrapping around him as she glared up with defiant eyes, yet her tongue worked eagerly. "Not bad for a rookie," he grunted, before flipping her again and pounding until he came, flooding her with hot cum. Laura orgasmed once more, dripping and spent.
As the recording played back on his phone, Brock outlined the deal: he'd move in, milking her lactating breasts daily while filling her pussy, dropping crime hints for her cases. "Comply, or this ruins you." Laura's mind raced with resistance, but her swollen clit throbbed in agreement.
The tape clicked off, and Brock's eyes gleamed with future plans.
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