A third inspection (Bodysuit Caption)

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"Thank you for that information, but as it turns out, you've got more problems on your hands."

"What? What do you mean?"

The blonde woman stepped aside, letting DEA agents into the apartment.

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Once the surprise raid was complete, the busty, blonde inspector made her way back to her office, where she was met by her superior. 

"Well Pavlenko," came the greeting, "You've done a lot of fantastic work for us."

She smiled back.

"I do my best. Plus, it's hard not to feel inspired when you're in a suit like this."

"Without a doubt. However, we do feel that your time in it has run down. People have gotten too familiar with this inspector, and there's no more element of surprise."

The agent's face betrayed no emotion as they responded.

"Understood. So you're asking me to retire this persona, then."

"Think of it as a nudge towards your next one. You've done well as 'Inspector Pavlenko', but we need you to keep everybody on their toes. When you're ready, see me in my office for your next cover."

With that, their boss walked away, leaving the agent to savor the last moments of being the blonde "inspector from the Department of Health". Eventually, they headed to the locker room, where they repeated the now-ingrained pattern of unsuiting. First came the tight-fitting clothes' removal, then once the inspector was naked, the mask came off, followed by the unzipping of the suit. Unlike previous assignments, the mask and suit would go in storage, instead of the locker. With a bittersweet grin, they picked up the empty mask and admired it. Agents don't normally think much about their guises, but here, they took some time to look back and reflect on the adventures of the beautiful "inspector". From busting drug rings (the Carrasco case, in particular) to conducting undercover sweeps, this suit had been through it all--it was one of the best disguises the agency had. In a way, this was also significant for the agent given how much time was spent as one Inspector Opal Pavlenko; once undercover you had to live and breathe the guise, and, like in this situation, it was a difficult adjustment. Finally, the inevitable came: walking into the props room and handing everything over. With one final glance, the agent looked back at the badge and, as they turned it in, they smiled.

"Well, it was one hell of a run, but I hope this won't be the last I see of you."

 

 

More undercover inspections (Bodysuit Caption)

After making two calls to his partners, assuring them everything was in order and that their "special" shipments were topnotch, Diego stepped outside, happy with how that went. Not only that, but it was a lovely day in the park, and he saw an attractive, buxom, blonde woman. Much to his delight, he noticed that she was definitely walking towards him, and seeing her sashay in that elegant silver dress giving him plenty of ideas how it'd look next to his bed. He was about to think of something flirty to say, as a prelude to maybe seeing if she would give him her number, but she beat him to the punch.

"Diego Carrasco?"

"Uh, yeah. That's me," he answered, confused as to how she knew his name. "What, uh, can I help you with? And how do you know my name?"

The woman reached into her jacket and pulled out something.

"I'm Inspector Pavlenko, from the county's Department of Health. We wanted to talk to you about your business."

Uh oh, he thought. Keeping his composure, he responded.

"Sure, what can I help you with? I don't know what exactly you want to know, but I'll try to help you out."

The woman, to her credit, smiled to try to put him at ease.

"You know, your employees mentioned that you like to come here when things are quieter; I can see why. I take it you're an aficionado of the outdoors?"

"Yeah, um, I like to get out when I can. Definitely helps clear my mind. You know how it is, got lots of paperwork and suppliers to deal with. So, I need to clear my head from being in the office."

The inspector nodded in understanding.

"I know what you mean. Getting to travel to places always beats doing those tedious reports."

There was a small pause. By now, Diego was prepared to hear what the woman had to say, but he felt a bit unnerved by the lack of emotion on her face. No matter, he knew he could deal with whatever administrative garbage she'd throw at him; she looked like one of the many women he'd had, and it would be too easy to manipulate her.

"We've been getting complaints about your business. In particular, people in this neighborhood have reported some funny smells. So, I have to ask, but can you tell me if you think your store might be producing them?"

"Oh really? We at BodyPrime make sure that all of our supplements meet the FDA's standards," came the confident answer. Diego was irked by her insinuation. "So, if you don't mind, miss, I would like to get back to work. And, I want to let you know, we keep our store in pristine condition. Your feedback is definitely incorrect."

"Right, I understand. We just wanted to make sure that people didn't smell, say, cocaine around your premises," she shrugged, nonchalantly. "We can chalk that up to the city, eh? People always overthink things."

He breathed a sigh of relief as the inspector turned to go, but his optimism was misplaced. Looking at him as if she just had remembered something, she spoke up.

"By the way, speaking as somebody who works in the government, I just wanted to help you out with a piece of friendly advice. Given how we live in a big city where there's people of all backgrounds and stories, you never know when, say, somebody who might look like a drug dealer turns out to be a nice guy. I know I always have to try not to judge a book by its cover, if you know what I mean."

"What's...that supposed to mean?" came the shocked reply. She couldn't actually know the truth, could she?

"Oh, nothing much. I just meant that for your clientele, you shouldn't be surprised if you get some people who aren't your "typical" customers. Plus," she gestured around, "it's a nice city. People want to be able to sleep in their beds at night without any bad things happening around them. Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. Thank you for your time."

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Once her meeting with him ended, Inspector Pavlenko walked around the corner, passing by BodyPrime with only a quick glance. However, she didn't go back to her office as expected--she ducked into an alley, after making sure nobody was around. Good, she thought, the bag is where I left it. After another quick survey of the alley, she stripped down, leaving nothing on but the sexy lingerie. Tugging at her collarbone, the base of the mask started to come loose, and after a few seconds, the entire mask came off with a satisfying sound. With the lack of a mask exposing the rest of the bodysuit, it was a simple matter of unzipping out of the busty suit and then changing into street clothes; the disguise and its clothes were carefully folded and put in the backpack. 

Whipping out their phone, the agent underneath made a call.

"It worked. Yeah, I think he's rattled enough to where we can make a move. I didn't even have to exert much pressure on him--the implication by itself was good enough. Is everything ready? Yeah, yeah, I'll be there."

And with that, the agent headed out of the alley towards the action. They'd missed the best parts, but they made it in time to see one Diego Carrasco sputtering as he was hauled out in handcuffs. 

'What the hell is this?! I am a prominent businessman, you can't do this to me! You're just targeting me because I'm a minority!" came his angry shouts. Much to the agent's satisfaction, the cops weren't having any of it.

"Sir, we've received a tipoff that you've been smuggling narcotics in and out of the country. I'd suggest you remain quiet."

Now that shut him up. All in all, it was a satisfying conclusion to the day! Getting to continue to suit up as a hot inspector and busting a drug ring? Things couldn't get any better!

 

Undercover inspection (Bodysuit Caption)

 

In the apartment complex in the city's south, everything was quiet. However, the tranquility was interrupted as the tenant of apartment 207 had his door knocked on. Taken aback by this unexpected event, he got up off his couch and strode over to the door, where he saw who was knocking. When he opened the door, he saw an attractive blonde woman waiting outside.

"Hi, can I help you?" came his surprised voice.

The woman flashed her badge, as she entered the apartment.

"Sir, I'm from the Department of Health, from the county. I'm here to conduct a routine inspection."

"Oh. I, uh, wasn't expecting anything at all."

Her expression remained neutral. 

"I understand your concerns about this being a surprise, sir, but we've received some complaints. Don't worry though, this should be quick. If you don't mind...?" 

She let that linger, with the suggestion that it was best to get out of her way to get it over with. 

"Is this necessary? I mean, I don't think anything is wrong."

After some time, she evidently concluded her inspection, which she let him know. If he was being honest, he was a bit annoyed that today, of all days, the county decided to send somebody around, but at the moment he was about to reclaim the peace.

"Thank you for the time, and sorry again for the inconvenience--things look good. Have a good rest of the day."

Once the door closed behind the inspector, he breathed a sigh of relief. Phew! She hadn't found his stash--the secret was still safe. However, he thought it was prudent to let the rest of the gang know that he had a close call today, but things were still okay.

Unbeknownst to him, that was not the case. 

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There had long been a suspicion that traffickers were using that house to store their drugs and weapons there, and the seemingly-innocuous visit was the FBI's way of confirming that. 

Immediately after the "county inspector" left, she made her way to the county offices. However, instead of going in, she pulled over to the side, got out, made sure she wasn't being followed, and entered a side door. Once safely inside, she made her way to a meeting room to debrief everybody.

"How did it go?" asked the agent on her right. She smiled grimly.

"It turns out we were right," came the answer. "I noticed some signs that large caches had been stored there, and I noticed some residue of all the drugs they'd stored. Turns out they weren't as thorough in hiding things there."

From there, she delved in the smaller, minute details of what she saw, and while she was doing so the others were taking the odd note. Eventually the debriefing was over, and there was a palpable sense of excitement. As the other agents prepared to go out, she lagged behind, as usual. 

"What's the matter, Pavlenko? You're going to miss out on all the fun!" grinned one of her colleagues.

She returned the grin. "Hey, you know me. I've gotta do my own preparations."

"Ah yeah, right. Don't want to get that nice outfit of yours dirty, yeah?"

She waved to acknowledge this on her way to to the locker rooms.

Once inside, she sighed. Today had been a long day, and while she was used to going undercover, it was always tense when cartels were involved. Fortunately, it was time to slip into something more comfortable. Digging in the base of her neck, she eventually found the edge of the mask, and pulled outward and upwards. With a satisfying sound, it came off, and it was quickly yet carefully placed in the locker of the agent known as Pavlenko. Inside their locker, they had something unique: a headstand and a hanger for something larger than your standard clothing. Tucked away, in a neat pile, was their regular clothes, awaiting their owner. However, they couldn't be worn until the rest of the bodysuit came off, which happened in quick order. Once the agent was dressed as normal, they strapped their sidearm in its holster and hustled to rejoin the rest of the raid team--there was no way in the world that Agent "Pavlenko" was going to miss seeing these bastards being taken down!