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Hitchcocked-Welcome to the Red Room	By : ItwasMerlin Category: 1 through F > Brooklyn Nine-Nine Views: 39 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Brooklyn 99 or do I make money off this story . This is just for fun

Chapter List
- 1-Welcome to the Red Room
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A/N hey merlin here mistakes are my own no beta and this is for fun. This idea was sitting around for ages and finally I decided to knock a chapter out . Please leave a review if you like and want more ideas welcome
Hitchcocked
Chapter one
welcome to the red room
Rosa Diaz was many things, cold, brutal, mysterious as hell and carried herself like the poster child of every femme fetal character. She slipped through crowds with poise. Beat men twice her weight with ease and scared nearly everyone in close vicinity. No one knew enough about her and that’s how she liked it, the fact Jake even knew she had a shower in her apartment was too much.
Beautiful, sexy and dangerous the three words most would describe her with.
But one other thing she was, was loyal to a tee if you’d earned her respect. It’s why this case in particular had drained her .
Jake had broken the thousand push up pact to catch the Pontiac bandit . And while in the end he came through, it had still stressed her.
After all she didn’t give loyalty to just anyone .
Sighing to herself she opened her apartment door. Walked in. Boots clicking against the floor as she placed her motorcycle helmet on the kitchen counter top .
Still dressed in her usual armour. Black leather jacket , black tight jeans that fitted perfectly to her long slender legs and her black t shirt . With heeled boots and perfectly curled jet-black hair. Five six, athletic with deep brown eyes and a slight olive toned skin colour .Showing her Latin heritage. She knew she attracted the opposite sex, and the same sex for that matter.
Still the stress of the day washed over her as she grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on her couch, feet up on the coffee table.
Sometimes the job was hard, exhausting and left her emotionally done . She hated emotions at the best of times and Jake had pushed that today.
Sighing she sat there, tv on staring through it. But the tension and frustration was still there.
She needed an outlet, and what no one knew about Rosa was in private, to distress and relive tension. She liked to watch porn and masturbate.
She was a sexual person, always had been but one thing she didn’t do or had rarely done was sleep around. Sure she had some lovers, but she had vetted them, her sexual partners surprisingly low for someone so mysterious . She didn’t trust easy after all, so porn helped .
Grabbing her laptop she began searching the usual sites . Finding her usual enjoyments and what she went for in real life.
Young, fit and usually black men .
Her manicured fingers slipping into her jeans and found her bare cunt as a video of a muscle-bound black man taking an attractive porn star hard from behind played.
Her pussy became slick as her hand began to play. Tendrils of pleasure floating through her body
10 minutes later....
Rosa growled, annoyed and frustrated unable to finish, unable to reach climax and the relief she craved .
Searching for more, she jumped from site to site until out of nowhere an ad popped up . Her eyes scanning, curious, bold red letters blaring out at her.
THE RED ROOM
TIRED OF DATING? JUST WANT THE PLEASURE NO STRINGS AND TOTALLY ANONYMOUS?
BROOKLYN RED ROOMS NOW OPEN.
One click away .
Rosa stopped. Finger hovering. She needed relief. It had been a long while since her last sexual encounter . But something like that? She wasn’t sure. But the idea of not having to vet or even talk to someone was appealing she had to admit.
Without thinking she clicked the button hoping this wasn’t some virus or malware.
The link took a few seconds until it opened up. The site legit. Almost professional.
Pictures of booths littering the page..professional photos with sensual lighting . clicking on the info section she began to read.
SESSION RULES AND STEPS FOR FEMALE PARTICIPANTS.
1. No Names. Female participants stay faceless and in control.
Fake names are given at the door. Females have one entrance , males another. Females will then be given five images of male’s waist down No face. You will select your choice, select your sexual act.
2. In the booth women stay in control .
Once chosen. Females will enter the booths first. Depending on what was chosen . Penetrative sex will mean they undress and climb up onto the padded gurney. Once prepared and relaxed a shutter will come down bringing the privacy you crave. Your bottom half will be the only thing on show.
3. Ways out.
Once the shutters down, inside the top half you’ll see a camera that will allow you to see your chosen participant in full. Here, is when your final choice is made . As on the side of the wall is the panic button. Press it, and everything stops and the session ends.
Rosa continued the read on. Unsure but still tense.
“Oh fuck it” she whispered to herself, she was Rosa Diaz nothing made her uncomfortable she was unflappable and needed unemotional human contact. Not to mention the panic button, the built in escape if she changed her mind .
Clicking on the sign up screen, she put In her fake details and went along with it half expecting it to lead to nothing.... until it led to something.
Midnight slot confirmed.
A map icon appeared labelled female entrance.
Looking at the time, she only had half hour to spare .
Fuck it no time to shower ..
She’d worked a long shift, and needed this . So now determined, she stood, grabbed her things and her helmet and marched out the door. Tonight she wasn’t a cop. Tonight she just needed release .
A little later ...
The Red Room wasn’t where she expected it to be.
Tucked between a high-end wine bar and a shuttered bookstore on a quiet Brooklyn street, it looked like nothing. No sign. No neon. Just a matte black door with a small bronze plaque: R.R. Private Entrance. Members Only.
Rosa parked her bike in the alley, took off her helmet, and stared at the door for longer than she meant to. Uncertainty still present .
The street was dead silent. No footsteps. No witnesses, exactly how she wanted it as she scanned the area. Last thing she needed was a cop or colleague seeing her enter.
She adjusted her jacket, walked up, and pressed the small buzzer. A second later, the door unlocked with a soft click and a recorded voice played, soft and seductive.
“Welcome”
Inside: dim lighting, red walls and sharp white skirting boards along with dead silence. A discreet hallway stretched ahead, lined with soft black carpet. The air smelled almost antiseptic mixed with the hint of sex.
Striding with confidence only Rosa Diaz could show, the latin detective made it Halfway down the hall, before a panel lit up to the side. She stepped closer.
Welcome.
CLIENT: ‘Bell’
(Fake name. Of course. She hadn't even remembered choosing it but they wanted a codename.)
Please confirm your identity below.
She typed her answer to her secret question.
Favourite colour ?
Answer: Black duh
Confirmed.
You have been matched. Your session begins in 8 minutes.
The screen morphed , transitioning to a set of pictures, five in total. Five images all hips and thighs only, cropped above the waist. All men. Different builds. All aroused. No names. No personalities.
Rosa stared, detached, eyes scanning clinically. Thick thighs. Scarred skin. Dark hair. Big hands. Veins. Mostly coloured skin. Most In clearly good shape.
Until she eyed the last. White, old and overweight. Greyed pubes and worn skin. She estimated at least his sixties. It made her queasy definitely not her type yet her eyes stalled on him. Because his cock looked angry, large low hanging balls and a thick shaft and a length of atleast eight inches maybe more that looked ready to explode.
Rosa couldn’t believe what she was doing, her gaze curious . The anon part making her think. No one would know, a one off, something different, she was 29 and the oldest shed been with was early 30s. Why not change it up? So she buckled, tapping the screen and selecting the most un Rosa choice, after all this whole thing was alien to her anyway .
Another question appeared.
Sexual choice?
In front of her was the options, oral, anal, vaginal penetration. There was no way she wanted the mouth of whoever that was on her, she just wanted his cock. Not his old lips and most likely wrinkled face.
“Just vaginal penetration” Rosa said to herself tapping the screens choice.
Booth four- please walk down hall , door is open and ready.
She heard a loud bang like a door mechanism moving and unlocking.
Walking down further, her brown eyes caught site of the door with four on it . Breathing quick, steadying herself, she pushed it open, walking in with Rosa like confidence.
The room was dim, softly backlit in red and gold very red light district. A high-end gurney stood in the centre thickly padded, surgical in shape but velvet-lined. Cameras mounted above the far wall. A small shelf with a bottle of water, a towel, and a control panel.
Rosa slowly peeled off her jacket. Her shirt. Her boots. Her jeans. Every piece of her fell away until she stood in nothing . breathing slowly, eyes on the gurney. Her body a thing of beauty, freshly shaven cunt and firm toned body with a nice handful up top. Every man’s wet dream. With a small, sandscrit writing tatoo that said family in Spanish high up her thigh.
It was real now.This was happening.
No names. No faces. No feelings. Just sex and leave .
She climbed up, noticing the lube bottle to the side. Lying back. She parted her legs, knees drawn slightly up onto the cushioned rests. Her hands flexed at her sides. Her cunt presented like a trophy to who ever entered .
A soft mechanical hum whispered through the air.
The shutter began to lower.
Her top half ,face, chest, arms all slid into darkness.
Only her bottom half remained exposed.
Her breathing slowed.
And in the silence, Rosa Diaz waited for someone to enter and treat her like a stranger. Release her tension and never know her face.
Exactly how she wanted it. Exactly how she needed it . And it took mere moments as inside her section a screen lit up text coming up on the screen .
“Bell, your match is mere moments away. Vaginal penetration is selected . Two more things must be agreed and decided.
First ...match will be allowed one minute to help warm you up with fingers and lube, do you accept ? Please say yes or no.
“Yes” Rosa nodded as she did surprised how transaction like this was. And pleased at the same time.
You have selected yes .
Second question. Protection or no protection? Protection Is highly recommend.
Rosa snorted, was this robot serious. Like she’d risk some random giving her something .
“Protection , always...you idiot” She said mockingly. The Text then changed.
You have chosen protection, your match will be informed. You have a minute to prepare before entrance. Please make note of the red button to your right, this will be pressed if you do not wish to. Continue.
Rosa was still, composed almost though her insides throbbed in anticipation. Her pussy already slick from need. The failed release from earlier and her body’s anticipation for sex making her wet already . Not to mention the cock about to come through the door. Rosa only thinking on that, not what it was attached to.
Then it happened as the screen above showed the live feed from the cameras in the room, the minute up, the door opening as Rosa watched, confined and hidden from view all except her lower half that was naked and exposed .
But then it happened, like a lightning bolt hitting her core, her arousal crushed in an instant as her naked suitor walked in. Dread coming over her as the disgusting oaf, the pervert of the nine nine walked in, naked as the day he was born.
Micheal fucking Hitchcock.
She almost screamed in horror, not a noise associated with Rosa Diaz but the situation called for it as she placed her hand over her mouth quelling it.
Her arousal vanished like a switch had been flipped. Wetness turned to dry in a heartbeat like she had been left in the Sahara for a week as the grotesque figure of Michael Hitchcock waddled into view. Rosa stared in disbelieving horror, her breath catching in her throat. The man was a walking HR violation sweaty, unkempt, with skin like undercooked dough and chest hair that looked like it had given up halfway through growing. She’d seen dead bodies more attractive.
At work, he was unbearable. Always leaning too close, breathing heavy, making comments he thought were charming but reeked of desperation and mildew. He once spilled soup on her desk and tried to wipe it with his sleeve then licked it off like he was doing her a favor. And now, here he was, naked, confident, his disgusting belly swaying as he approached like this was his fantasy. Like he belonged in any room that wasn’t a dumpster. Atleast his partner in crime Scully had redeeming qualities... but this .
She wanted to vomit. Everything about him was repulsive from the sagging skin, the way his feet slapped against the floor, the satisfied hum he always made when he thought no one was listening. Rosa had seen a lot of dark shit in her career, but this? This was psychological warfare. She’d picked that cock. His cock. And the sheer violation of her own instincts made her want to crawl out of her skin.
“Oh wow, fuck me”
She heard his perverted tones through the shutter as she watched on camera. His eyes gazing at her legs , her bare skin and tight slit. He didn’t know it was Rosa, but Rosa knew it was him, knew he’d seen something so far out of his league . If he ever found out, she’d singe his eyeballs out. But unfortunately as scary as she was, she didn’t know how to destroy a memory. It was only made worse when he continued to talk .
“ I’ve been here over forty times now “
Rosa recoiled inwardly, not shocked by his admission . She imagined his pay check was used on alimony and rooms like this . Disgusting man.
She watched him walk slowly closer cock already hardening.
“ And never has anyone looked as good as this. Most overweight, too skinny and battered. But God your perfect. Toned long legs, and that pussy God. I can’t taste today but wow.”
Rosa instinctively closed her knees, only for him to whisper like a retch.
“Oh baby don’t be scared.”
Fuck this Rosa thought she’d allowed it long enough as she slapped the red panic button on the wall to stop this instantly, to shut it down .
Nothing happened, so she pressed again, and again. Punched it, slapped it , even tried to head-butt it but nothing responded Hitchcock kept moving forward .
Panic set in, the usually calm Rosa's heart rate a mile a minute. But she calmed that within seconds, trained composure reinstated she needed a way out. Looking around she tried to find anything that could help her escape . Keeping silent the whole time as any noise, any words, her voice he’d recognise.
Nothing, no fucking way she could break out. The shutter incredibly sturdy as she tried to pull it up . If she shouted stop he’d know, if she pulled the shutter up he’d know. She didn’t know if she could give him that power if she could take it coming out around the precinct .
“think think think think.” Rosa thought mind racing impending doom apparent . Her hand once more slapping the button.
She tried to use a fake voice, but it was like her throat closed on her, no words slipping out the worry the voice wouldn’t be convincing too much of a risk
And then like cold water being chucked over her head, waking her up to the hell she’d entered she felt the grubby small fat hands of Micheal Hitchcock’s land on her knees pushing them apart. His loud groan of pleasure when he once again laid eyes on her cunt .
Rosa closed her eyes, disgust shivering through her body at his touch .
She only had one more option, one viable one . The button broke, no escape possible ... She’d have to endure, endure and never come back. She’d have to bare it but at least he wouldn’t know. At least the nine nine wouldn’t know.
“ Close your eyes and imagine your somewhere else, your happy place”
But when she felt his pudgy fingers rub down her slit, when she heard him groaning in lustful wonder that thought didn’t work because this wasn’t anyone’s happy place .
“ Oh your a little nervous baby let me help you.”
His voice so...Hitchcock, as Rosa did anything not to think about his pudgy fingers now rubbing up and down her entrance. His hands moving continuously as he unknowingly played with his colleagues cunt .
“ God this is the best pussy I’ve ever seen.”
The worst part was as he found her clit, her body slowly betrayed the detective . Her pussy moistening slower than normal, but biology is a bitch . She was disgusted but his fat fingers were finding her sensitive nerve endings.
“ that’s it, getting ready now baby .”
Rosa nearly gagged at his continuous use of baby but stayed silent . Nothing could give her away. She bit her lip hard when suddenly two fingers slipped into her .
Slowly he began unknowingly finger fucking Rosa. The horrified detective unable to stop her body reacting, unable to stop herself moistening around his pudgy nubs.
His fingers began pumping into her , exploring her , enjoying her . Her heat increasing every moment.
“don’t you fucking react, not to him” Rosa repeated shouting inwardly at herself.
The tension and horniness from earlier not helping her in this nightmare . Her body craving touch while her mind craved shooting herself.
But when she felt him pull his fingers away , her body reacted , wanting them back betraying her thoughts.
She then heard the sound of lube being dispersed and the cold gel gently rubbed into her slit.
“For your comfort baby”
She opened her eyes, gazing in disgust as on camera she watched the horrid wretch of a man slip on protection. The condom agonisingly tight against his thick angry cock that when anonymous had once appealed to the ebony haired beauty .
She wanted to shout, verbally abuse him and beat him to a pulp. Pull out the knife she usually carried and cut his thing off. But their was no escape.
“ So beautiful.. “ Hitchcock whispered in his lust filled, depraved tone as he reached forward sliding his hands under her knees pulling her legs up until her ankles where over his fat shoulders , the movement causing Rosa to gasp suddenly in surprise.
“This can’t be real, can’t be happening” Rosa thought, her heart beating heavily again as she watched the camera, watch the most perverted man she knew look her bottom half over, taking in everything , hands running up her toned olive skinned legs.
“ These legs could kill a man” the oaf wheezed out already breathless .
These legs had killed before. Rosa thought as the situation got ten times worse as she felt the thick bulbous head of his latex covered cock began to be prodded against her heat.
She couldn’t watch, eyes closed again, bile rising as her chest heaved with horror.
Seconds seemed to slow . Until it happened, until unknowing to him, unknowing to the seedy old man of the nine nine his cock entered Rosa Diaz's unwelcoming cunt .
Pushing in, the lube helping, causing Rosa to gasp in discomfort at the large intrusion as Hitchcocks thick cock stretched her tight walls to the limit.
“ FUCK YOUR SO TIGHT”
Rosa cringed at his words as her nightmare had come true as Hitchcock pushed more in, inch after inch, the thin condom all that was between complete wrong connection.
He held her like that for a moment, his breath heavy, laboured, trying to stop himself climaxing already. Her long slender legs still over his shoulders. She could feel his large belly against her naval, sweating and horrid. Muttering so good under his breath over and over.
Rosa bit her lip, she’d give no satisfaction. Shes Rosa Diaz she can forget pain, forget disgust and roll on with life she lived in darkness after all . He’d never know and she’d adapt.
But when he pulled out only to push back in. She had to stifle another gasp. And another and another as he clumsily began to fuck her .
Because he was big, bigger then she’d ever had before and her pussy felt so full. It was painful.
And then it wasn’t . As her body adjusted, her walls adapting to his movements. To his rhythm
“please no” She then thought, as the pain began to slowly be replaced by unwanted pleasure. Unwanted pressure.
And when he put more weight behind his next thrust, she slipped up. As she couldn’t stop the groan of enjoyment slipping from her lips .
Rosa Diaz had just moaned for Hitchcock . it sounded like a sick joke.
“ oh you like that do you.” Hitchcock said breathless and sweating. “ Want it harder?”
“No!!” Rosa screamed internally but her body, her body screamed yes!! as electric jolts of enjoyment pulsated through her body as he began picking up his pace .
His grubby hands gripped her perfect thighs as he began fucking her at speed. Her ever increasing wetness obvious, so much so Rosa could hear the betrayal. Behind the shutter .
“ S...so good. Never felt a pussy so good” Hitchcock cried, meaning every word as the unknown woman’s cunt squeezed and pulsed around him like he’d never felt before. He was shocked he hadn’t come yet, he couldn’t imagine how good it would feel without the condom. As even with, he’d never felt a pussy this good.
She tried to stop herself, she tried to resist but each thrust, each time his thick angry old cock entered her . more and more pleasure came with it. Pleasure few if any men before had delivered.
Rosa had experienced good sex, but this? It would never happen again, not in a million years. But this was Raw, animal sex, and her heat had never been this hot
Her breasts jerked with each movement, her pussy throbbing, nipples hard . And when his thrusts became more steady, even harder. She couldn’t stop the moans coming frequently.
No one at the precinct would believe it, none of the nine nine would ever imagine Hitchcock, relentlessly fucking Rosa Diaz . Her legs in the air, over his shoulders almost possessive.
And if they did ? They’d expect his moans, expect the almost pig like noises he was making over her.
But they wouldn’t of imagined her now constant moans of pleasure ringing out in unison.
“God yeah moan for me, God I’m so close.”
Rosa didn’t listen, her eyes still closed, breathless gasps unwanted yet slipping consistently now from her lips .
“ Jesus...please no.” Rosa thought inwardly when she felt the horrid betrayal begin to coil in her belly, begin to build suddenly tightening more and more.
This time she whispered aloud to herself, Hitchcock too wrapped up in his own pleasure to hear.
“Please no. Please not for him.”
Rosa barely if ever climaxed during sex
But as his cock entered her again, and again and again. She couldn’t stop herself . Couldn’t stop herself as the climax tore through her body like thunder . The most embarrassing yet intense orgasm of her life as she placed her knuckles in her mouth and bit down to stop herself crying out, to stop her loudly saying something, to stop him realising who she was as she come undone beneath him.
Her body shook, trembled and tensed around him as her tight entrance clamped down around the old perverts cock. The feeling too much for him as he Grunted so loud, almost feral as this mystery women’s cunt pulsated around him. Causing him to follow her over the edge . His cock buried in her completely, his hands holding her legs in place as he unloaded almost endlessly into the condom. His cock wishing it could of been deep inside instead .
Both of them breathing heavy, they stayed locked in that position for what seemed an age before Hitchcock pulled out of her, his cock already hardening again wanting her again but like fate the buzzer to end it finally rang out. The condom used and full.
“ Please come again Bell ... Please jesus . Best fuck of my life”
Rosa, breathless shook her head no. She never would step foot in this place again. In fact as her climax ended and Hitchcock stumbled out the room, almost out of it . The shutter raised, and the detectives face hardened .
Because the button hadn’t worked. And because of that, she’d have to live her life knowing Hitchcock had fucked her.
So if anything, she’d work to close this place down for good.
Almost like it was goading her, a robotic voice then played out over the system .
“We hoped you enjoyed your time in the Red Room.”
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