The Bargain - Introduction

Angelica seduces a wealthy witness to obtain his testimony, receives a lot more.

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My name is Angelica Cox and I am a homicide detective. The main reason I did not become a fighter was because I am too smart. I have the posture, strength and tenacity, but my brain would simply not have enough challenges in a ring, no matter the sport. Which job is adequate when you are strong AND smart? Twenty year old Angel had thought that joining the police sounded like a good idea. Ten years later detective Cox thinks it had been an awesome idea!

Since we mentioned… Cox. Having a last name the same as a Hollywood/TV celebrity is cool, right? Well, maybe in Hollywood, where sexual services for directors or producers in exchange for a role are customary (unless these men prefer little boys), being named “COCKS’ is fine. It is a completely different matter in the police, where a day without a sexual joke or innuendo is considered wasted. Exchanges like the one below were pretty common.

“Hey, Cocks! Do you like ‘em Big and Black?”

“I might’ve, but your mother hoards them all.”

But I was born standing tall and talking back, so I was in my element. I could not imagine being a Hollywood prostitute (also known as an actress), just with a different kind of currency. And when I stood, I was indeed tall.

I am a real amazon, 180 centimetres tall, athletic body, broad shoulders, full firm round buttocks from infinite number of squats, endless powerful legs and surprisingly large natural D-cup breasts, which looked perfectly sized for my wide chest. Complete the look with a gorgeous (but not angelic) face, large round blue eyes, long thick wavy blonde hair and you’ll get a detective that does not look like one at all. But just like Colombo had used his clumsiness and scruffy appearance to his advantage, so did I with my sexbomb looks. No-one expected a big brain to go with such a body; they were all in for a surprise.

Double surprise even, because I took as much care of my body as of my mind. I regularly worked out hard, stretched twice a day and practised martial arts. I became a warrior after all, but not a mindless gladiator serving only for the purpose of entertaining equally mindless crowds. I was fighting for law and order, however grandiloquent that may sound.

My outfits did not exactly follow the dress code of my work place. Short skirts, high heels, tight pants, deep cleavages - I wore them all and almost miraculously never got in any serious trouble with my superiors. Of course there were some who claimed that my entire career was based on sexual favours, but they simply envied my good looks and intellect.

I am still single and do not have any mid-term plans of changing that status. I am aware that I have a difficult character, narcissistic personality and am as much dedicated to personal improvement as to my work. A relationship would only get in the way. That does not mean I shy away from men, quite the opposite; I have a stable company of friends with benefits with whom I regularly meet. I prefer to avoid “romancing” with colleagues, but I am not completely against that idea. I am not a “never say never” kind of person though, after all I had said “Never!” to ****; there was enough excitement in my life (including sex), so I do not need any artficial supplements. “**** are for stupid people” is my motto and I hate stupid people.