Interview

"Interview commencing 14:25 on 4th August 2021." Syd spoke into the recorder that had been wheeled in from storage. Nancy could barely pay attention though, trying to stay perfectly still in her seat while she was waging her own internal struggle within her body.

The violations that took place barely 10 minutes earlier should not have kept her engine revving this long. The butt plug, while larger than she would have liked, was not excessive, and her clit wasn't manipulated to the precipice of orgasm. So why was she biting her tounge, trying not to pant or cry out in pleasure.

As soon as Nancy sat down, before the tape started running, the plug had somehow activated itself to a silent yet insistent vibrating hum. As Nancy raised her buttocks from the seat it stopped, but she had to sit and the vibrations varied randomly in rhythm and intensity.

Secondly, the lube Vincent administered was not a plain KY jelly derivative, but some sort of lube that had a tingling, almost burning sensation. It felt like pins and needles, though it was increasing over time, as it warmed.

"Mr Beretta, can you please give your whereabouts during the evening of 17th June this year?" Syd inquired.

Nancy and Syd both had seen the footage, of him murdering fellow **** dealer affectionately known as 'Squirrel', but with that evidence gone, everything else was circumstantial at best.

Vincent stared intensely at Nancy, giving away no hint of emotion as he responded.

"I am not sure, Agent Burnett. I would have to consult with my calender to jog my memory, if that is ok?"

"Sure, go ahead." Syd responded.

Barretta smiled while reaching for his phone, appearing to scroll on his screen. Mid way through his search Nancy felt the butt plug rev up another level, catching her by so much by surprise that she let out a squeak, followed by a pretend cough.

Vincent smiled evilly, knowing the app on his phone had synced with with the toy, and that Nancy must be going nuts trying to keep up the facade. Her eyes were burning a hole into him, trying to plead while not at the same time. He could not help himself but give a surreptitious wink, before switching the vibrations off, allowing Nancy to relax somewhat.

"Based on my calendar, I was attending the annual surf leisurewear conference dinner at the Dorchester. Oh yes, I was there with a group of friends that can attest that I was there all night. I even booked a room."

"Were you alone after the dinner at all?" Nancy pressed.

"No, I had some room activities I enjoyed with 2 young ladies until about 2am" Vincent winked at Syd less subtly, getting the point across of what activities.

Nancy was only too aware of the intimation, and imagined Barretta, in black tie, frolicing with 2 luscious blondes. A sharp pang of jealousy sparked briefly inside her, irrationally viewing herself as his only plaything.

"What the fuck, Nancy." She thought to herself. The lube and the prior vibrations had Nancy creaming herself and she was associating that pleasure with him. She didn't want that.

The interview went on. Vincent providing names of his 2 dates, the room number etc. Nancy was holding on for dear life as the tingling lube she felt in her pussy caused it to hiccup and contract on its way to a small orgasm, that she felt diluted the lube within her and make the tingle less intense. Her face had failed to hide her inner turmoil to Vincent though, as he observed the tell tale signs of her peaked arousal.

Her breathing quickened slightly, her face flushed somewhat and a sheen of sweat had developed, despite not moving an external muscle.

"Well, we will need to coorberate your alibi, so please don't leave town, as we may have further questions for you. Interview terminated 15.33pm." Syd detailed, concluding the meeting

As the recorder was switched off, Syd gave an exasperated glare at Vincent.

"Many thanks for your time ladies. Pleasure spending the afternoon with L.A.'s Finest." Barretta beamed his smug smile as he and his lawyer left. As the door shut, leaving Nancy and Syd alone, Syd's professionalism dropped.

"Well, that was a waste of time! And could you have been any less helpful, Nancy?" Syd moaned.

"What was there to add, Syd? It doesn't matter what we know, it's what we can prove. He'll slip up, and hopefully Wesson's replacement won't be as careful."

Nancy thought she was calming down as she stood, leaving the room, only for the butt plug to start vibrating again, starting the slow build up along with a text message on her newly attained phone that read 'GOOD JOB, COME GET YOUR REWARD. 10 MINUTES, MEN'S BATHROOM, FORENSICS FLOOR, DON'T BE SEEN!'