Monroe, Melody S. - Undercover Fantasy [Fantasy Resort 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
Fantasy Resort 2
Undercover Fantasy
Tiffany North, a hot but jaded vice cop, is assigned to entrap three hunky men at a fantasy resort suspected of prostitution. She’ll do anything to solve her case, including posing naked. She’s shocked when her decision-making process is shot to hell by the very men targeted in her sting operation.
Trent Lawton, a disenchanted lawyer who’s been to hell and back, is one of the suspects. He can’t afford to break the resort rules of no sex with the tempting new client. His brother, Dominic, knows how to get women to do his bidding, but he too won’t risk losing the cushy job.
Tempted beyond limits, the brothers recruit their cop cousin, Brandon, to take the little vixen out of her comfort zone. Can the three men discover her hidden agenda before she’s able to lure them all to the dark side?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 36,198 words
UNDERCOVER FANTASY
Fantasy Resort 2
Melody S. Monroe
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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UNDERCOVER FANTASY
Copyright © 2011 by Melody S. Monroe
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DEDICATION
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UNDERCOVER FANTASY
Fantasy Resort 2
MELODY S. MONROE
Copyright © 2011
Chapter One
“I tell you he raped me.”
Officer Tiffany North had spoken to hundreds of rape victims in her five years on Tucson’s Vice Squad, and she could always tell who was telling the truth. Her sixth sense told her Betty Dumfield was not.
“Let’s go over what happened again.”
Betty pressed her overly large lips together and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. Given the fact Betty was five one and at least two hundred pounds, her story had way too many holes to be believable.
“After my Harold died, I didn’t want to ever be with another man.” She glanced around and leaned forward, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “Thirty years of marriage kind of sours you, ya know?”
Tiffany’s longest relationship had lasted one month. And she liked the guy. Too bad he turned out to be married. “I understand.”
“My daughter, Charlotte, thought it would be a nice sixtieth birthday present to send me for a week to the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. You know the place?”
Tiffany shook her head. She knew of the resort all right, but she wanted Betty to fill in the blanks. Betty pointed east, as if Tiffany could see the mountains through the station’s walls.
“It’s right outside Tucson, in the Santa Catalina Mountains.”
“Ah, yes.”
“They promise to fulfill your wildest fantasy.”
Seeing her sister talk and walk again flashed in her mind. That would be her fantasy. “Really?” She typed the information into her laptop. “But your fantasy didn’t include rape.”
“No.” Betty slammed a hand against her chest. “All I wanted was a massage.” She leaned closer again and lowered her voice. “In the nude, with two men taking turns.”
Tiffany’s fingers stopped moving. “Taking turns?”
“Rubbing oil all over me. That’s all.” Her respiration increased. “The men must have gotten overly excited, and instead of stopping with a massage, they took other liberties.”
She schooled her features. “Can you describe ‘liberties’? And be explicit. I’ve heard it all.”
“I was on a massage table on my stomach with my legs kind of spread. You know the kind, where your face is in the donut hole looking down?”
“Sure.” She’d had one massage in her life right before her parents had been killed. They’d given her the salon treatment as a high school graduation present.
Betty knitted her fingers together. “Next thing I know something pokes me in between my legs.” Her face heated redder than a monkey’s butt in heat.
“Poked you? Was it his penis?”
“Yes, it was his thingy.” She scrunched up her nose as if to say penis would be as distasteful as eating a cockroach.
Objects weren’t always what they seemed. Tiffany’s pink rabbit dildo felt more real than some guys. “Did he penetrate you?”
Betty huffed out a breath that seemed to hold a lot of frustration. “A couple of inches, maybe. I screamed, and he pulled out.”
“Did he hurt you?” That’s all that really mattered.
“He would have if I hadn’t stopped him.”
Her sympathy meter jumped. “Are you sure it wasn’t a sex toy instead of the real thing?” Betty app
eared sheltered and rather naïve. She was someone who might not understand the ins and outs of that kind of resort.
Her gaze roamed the ceiling. “I never saw what he put in me, but it sure felt real.”
Tiffany typed for almost thirty seconds. “Can you describe these men?”
“I can do better than that. I can tell you their names. Trent and Dominic. They were brothers, very polite and more handsome than any two men deserve to be.” She fanned herself and smiled as if she’d time traveled to an earlier life. “I swear if I’d been thirty years younger I would have had my way with those boys, even if there were two of them.”
From her smile, Tiffany couldn’t believe they’d raped her. No, this woman had another agenda.
Betty wagged a finger. “But they had no right to do that to me without asking permission.” She folded her arms as if that’s all she was going to say about the matter.
“You got that right.” If these two men had taken advantage of this vulnerable woman, Tiffany would make sure they paid. “After the rape, did you call 911?”
“No.” She pressed her lips together and looked down at her fingers. “I was too embarrassed.” Her voice came out weak.
That was not unusual, but damn, without some evidence, this case would go nowhere. “Do you have any proof? Like did the man ejaculate inside you?” Betty winced. “I needed to ask, sorry.”
“He didn’t get that far.” Betty grabbed the arm of her chair and squeezed tight. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Her gaze shot down to the left, giving Tiffany more reason to doubt the woman’s story.
“I do. I promise I’ll look into it.” Unfortunately, for Betty’s sake, no judge would define what the man did as rape.
“Thank you.” Betty got up, skewed her mouth to one side, mumbled something, and waddled off.
Before she had the chance to decide how to handle this request, Sergeant David Hollars marched toward her. Her boss looked none too happy. “I need to see you in my office. I got a disturbing phone call.”
“Sure thing.”
Oh, boy, now what had she done?
He closed the door as soon as she entered his office. “The mayor just called. Seems his sister was raped, and he wants us to handle it discreetly.”
“Has she filed a report?” No matter how many cases she’d taken, each incident tore a bigger hole in her heart.
“He said she was coming in today.”
Tiffany mentally ran through the recent reports. “I just finished my only possible rape for the day. A Betty Dumfield.”
“That’s the mayor’s sister.”
No way. “Ah, boss. She wasn’t raped.”
He arched a brow. “You know this how?”
“She claimed two young studs at the Sensual Pleasure Fantasy Resort were giving her a massage and one of them poked her pussy. She screamed, and he withdrew. Since she was on her stomach and didn’t see what he used, I’m not sure he didn’t finger her or use something else. I’m not even sure any of it happened.”
“Doesn’t matter what you think. We need to investigate. Take a few days and get me some answers.”
“You want me to go undercover or just ask questions?” Last year, she’d spent most of her time posing as a prostitute. Horrible life those girls lead. At least her long, curly, blonde hair, tanned skin, and athletic body made for a good cover. The two tattoos she had were small, but since she had a snake’s head on her inner thigh and a butterfly next to her nipple, no one questioned if she was for real or not.
“Undercover. I looked up the place online. You have to pick a fantasy and you’ll get two or three men to play it out. Your goal is to get them to have nonconsensual sex. Then you nail them.”
She knew the drill. So far, she’d never had intercourse while undercover. She’d been lucky and been able to stop the bastards before they got that far. “I got the names of the guys. Should be easy.” She held up a hand. “But I’m telling you, something’s not right. I’ll go just to prove these men are innocent.”
“Your ESP working overtime?”
He often questioned her gut instinct. So far, she’d not been wrong. “Trust me. These guys aren’t rapists. I’ve known a few women who’ve gone to this resort, and they’ve had nothing but good things to say.”
“Find out for sure, but don’t spend too much of the taxpayers’ money.”
It was always about the money. Tiffany shrugged and went back to her desk. She loaded the online page to book her fantasy package. “A three-page questionnaire? You have to be shitting me.” The guy at the next desk looked up and skewed an eyebrow. Like he never talked to himself. She smiled oh so sweetly at him and turned back to her computer.
She finished reading the instructions and all the waivers. “I’ll give you a fantasy all right.” This was ridiculous. Three pages.
She checked her watch. Close to 6:00 p.m. Uh-oh. It was later than she realized. Time for some dinner then she needed to visit Jen. Tiffany could chitchat and fill out the questionnaire at the same time. After all, her sister had taken one of these vacations. Too bad she ended up brain damaged after her beating. Some fantasy that was.
After eating a drive-thru dinner, she headed to the nursing home. The time seemed quicker than usual, maybe because Tiffany was running ideas through her head. Before she went to Jen’s room, she stopped at the nurses’ station. “Any change today?”
Sally was Jen’s usual nurse. Caring and kind, she took extra care to see to Jen’s comfort. For that, Tiffany would be forever grateful.
“She spoke a few words, though this afternoon she appeared more agitated than usual.”
Tiffany’s heart broke every time she came, but Jen had no one else to look after her. “Thanks.”
With laptop in hand, she knocked on the door and walked in. Her sister looked up. Half her mouth formed a smile. “Tmm.”
Close enough to her name. “Hi, kiddo.” Tiffany leaned over and kissed her cheek. “How’s it going?” Not that she expected an answer, but she asked for her own sake.
Jen lifted her hand and rocked her palm back and forth two times. Tiff’s heart soared. For the first few months after the attack, she wasn’t sure her sister understood anything.
She pulled up a chair and turned on the computer. “I need your help.”
She could have sworn Jen’s eyes sparkled. “W…w…”
“With what? I have an undercover job. You won’t believe where. It’s at the Sensual Pleasures Fantasy Resort. You know all about those.” Jen’s supposed spa was north of Phoenix and had long since been shut down, but Tiffany had promised herself she’d do everything in her power to close any place that deceived its clientele.
“Fan...fan…”
Tiffany smiled. “Fantasy, you got it.” Her pulse raced at her sister’s progress. Tiffany clicked on the link to the questionnaire. “I need to pick a sexual fantasy. Hmm. What would I like? My goal is to entice two supposedly hunky men to have sex with me. Then I’ll arrest their sorry asses when they do.”
Jen’s eyes widened.
Tiffany snapped her fingers. “Photography. I’ll tell them I want to photograph the surroundings then have them photograph every inch of my body.” She leaned back and smiled. “That’s it. I’ll ask for a Playboy shoot.” Jen’s thumb turned up. Her sister had gotten Tiffany interested in macrophotography, so this was a fitting fantasy. “It says I have to click on whether I’m into bondage, exhibitionism, public display of affection, et cetera. Dear God. What is going on in that place?” None of those women she’d spoken to had given her many details. “Well, if I’m going to find out any dirt I might as well check all the damned boxes.”
* * * *
Hiring Trent and Dominic as her “guides” had taken paying a higher price, but the mayor said he’d kick in the extra funds. Having justice for his sister was his main concern—a concept she totally got.
The resort said her particular fantasy wouldn’t be a problem as a lot of women wanted to be a Playboy model, t
hough Tiffany wondered how many of them had the body to pull it off. Her boss thought she was too thin, but in order to look the part for her undercover roles, she ran every day. Most of the men she met thought she had just the right amount of flesh on her body.
Don’t be so narcissistic.
She couldn’t help it. Her whole life she’d been praised for her looks. Her sister had asked her once if her fantasy man was blind, would she be able to attract him? She shook her head. Probably not.
Focus. The real issue she faced was what to wear on this sting operation. Should she dress like a young schoolgirl, all sweet and virginal, or should she pretend to be a whore, ready and willing to fuck and do anything? Hmm. She had checked she liked to be tied up and parade around in front of others.
Eeeny, meeny, miney, mo. Maybe she’d go with a combination of the two. She’d start out sweet and shy, pretending as if this were some innocent fun adventure, but she’d bring her “fantasy, dress-up clothes” just in case. She’d act like she had no idea what her skimpy clothes would do to a man. Sounded like a good plan to her since she had no idea what would set off the men.
She dug out a rather old digital camera and headed to the desert resort, ready to nail the bastards. She’d seen the photos of the place but wasn’t prepared for the lush vegetation in the mostly sparse environment. The parking lot to the side of the sprawling estate was half full. Two limousines were parked in front of a fountain that spewed water three feet tall, and the tall white pillars reminded her of some Greek or Roman temple.
She got out and inhaled the warm, sweet air. Dressed in a white Oxford shirt and baggy jeans, she pulled her suitcase from the trunk and headed up the entryway, like Alice entering the rabbit hole.
A tall, muscular man, dressed in a blue and white polo stamped with the Resort’s logo, raced out the front. “I’ll take that, ma’am.”
She tried not to cringe at the formal name. “I’m Tiffany.” She and her boss had decided that since she’d never been to the place before she could use her real name. First only. Last names were forbidden. It made it safer for everyone that way.
“Hi, Tiffany. Go through the front. Check in’s on your left. I’ll bring your suitcase to your room.”