Undercover

She was working undercover
Every night from dark to sun
Two thirty-eights, a twenty-two
Sometimes even had a gun

Her shift as a detective
Ended every day at five
She had to have this second job
To pay the bills and thrive

Was flirtatious and curvaceous
Had a fine ass don't you know
Displayed in her stretch pants,
The very best of camel-toe

Her lips were full and ruby red
Moved her hips invitingly
Staked out in her favorite bar,
There for everyone to see

It was near the heart of finance
She never had to buy a drink
Those with money bought them for her
For a chance to see her pink

The minimum she looked for
Wore thousand dollar, suits and ties
Carried rolls of hundred dollar bills
To pay to get between her thighs

She really had her interest peaked
When he came upon the scene
And left his driver outside
To watch the long black limousine

She got up from the bar stool
Dropped her lipstick for the score
Gave him a shot of what she had
As she picked it off the floor

He came and stood beside her.
Said, “I could not help but see,
That the seat beside you's empty
Were you saving it for me?”

She said, “There is no other other
That I'm waiting for tonight.”
He ordered drinks for both of them
Which was much to her delight

No longer the detective
She was clocked out now and done
Was excited by his presence
Maybe he could be the one

“What's that you have on?”, she said,
“I really think it's swell”
“I got a hard-on when I saw you
Did not think  it had a smell”

By then the ice was broken
Each had a smile upon their face
“Why don't we finish up our drinks
And see the etchings at my place?”

They lifted up their glasses
And they toasted to that thought
He did not have to ask her twice
They downed the drinks that he had bought

They had a little buzz-on
As they left that corner bar
The driver opened up the door
To that long expensive car

As he closed the door behind them
They were groping on the seat
Their tongues were intertwining
She was taking out his meat

His hand massaged her camel toe
Which was wet beyond belief
She thought, “I'm glad I clocked out,
Could never tell this to the chief”

You will not guess, what happened next
He stopped his hot pursuit
Pulled out his badge and showed her
And she released his hardened root

She showed him her badge also
There would be no high end sting
They returned then to their pleasures
Was too much money in the ring