Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass - Sex Stories

Alicia's Nipples Can Cut Glass

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This story is a sequel to 'Alicia Grows a Pair' but is stand-alone.

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"Can you pop into the briefing room for a minute please?"

Alicia was sitting at her desk, busy daydreaming about the operations she'd been on recently. She was a member of a police undercover unit that specialised in international smuggling, but she was clearly a lowly pawn in high-stakes games. Now Anthony, her Detective Sergeant had a new job for her in the unfamiliar world of covert operations.

The DS closed the door firmly behind them, "We have a new operation for you, which looks like it fits your skills and attributes". That was an ominous phrase and it hung in the air for a minute while she sat down on a seat. Several others were there already, seated on the thinly cushioned chairs around a long table.

The room was large, gloomy and windowless. The computer monitors were all switched off today, unplugged with the wires hanging down to show they weren't connected to anything. From inside nobody could see that the office was on the top floor of an anonymous building that appeared to be part of a car dealership.

Alicia had learned that secrecy and security were endemic through the department, nobody knew what others were doing unless they were involved in the same operation. It was considered poor form to make enquiries about what people were working on and no sensible answer would be forthcoming anyway. There were no WW2 'Walls Have Ears' type posters on the walls but it ...

... felt like it, people might chat about getting drunk on their days off or where they went on holiday, but work was kept strictly to the computer or private meeting rooms.

However, now they were out of earshot of outsiders they would be updated. Just as far as necessary and no further. First they was told the allocated codename; it was Operation Lightfoot, generated by some computer algorithm to ensure anonymity. Code-names that indicated the subject matter in any way were for the Christmas drink-drive campaign, when they used things like 'Sleigh-ride' that any moron could work out. Then she was given a briefing sheet, which she knew contained some unique wording that was different in some way from everybody else's. That was so that if it fell into the wrong hands and was published, a simple comparison against a database would reveal just whose version had been disclosed. It was best if she looked after it.

Anthony cleared his throat self-importantly, "Lightfoot is part of our remit of proactively investigating what appears to be an organised crime group. At this early stage it is a lifestyle investigation into a person who is living well beyond their visible means. The subject is immensely wealthy, travelling around the globe by private jet, the full works. We don't know the source of the wealth; there's almost nothing being declared tax-wise so that's what we want to find out. What in the world is going on."

He went through the paper, not doing much more than reading it ...