He keeps playing along.

Hicks looked away, but before he knew it his eyes were back on her. The neatly trimmed triangle of tight black curls, the faintest hint of pink pussy-lips below it – everything was just like he’d imagined.

Oh fuck, this was wrong, he wanted to throw up. He wanted to shoot Butcher and his goons in their fucking faces and get Gabby out of here, but he couldn’t move. They’d shoot him, everything would be for nothing.

And then he felt his prick twitch, and a surge of disgust and guilt rose up inside him. What the fuck was he thinking?

“No! No, please don’t,” Gabby was losing her composure now, and as Butcher sucked his fat index finger wet and started to rub it along her defenseless pussy lips she tried to squeeze her thighs together. It was no good, she couldn’t stop his strong digits from touching her in her most private place and Hicks saw a panicking girl he’d never seen before. “Don’t fucking… don’t touch me!” She spat, but Butcher just smirked and looked to Hicks.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to…?” Butcher stood, one hand still wedged between the slim thighs of the female agent, still, as far as Hicks knew, oblivious to the fact he was fingering a Federal Agent, not some small time hood. Gabby was almost sobbing now, shaking her head and gasping as Butcher’s strong, thick fingers rubbed her, relentlessly teasing her exposed pussy.

“No, stop, don’t do this!” She cried, but Butcher ignored her.

“Bend her over the desk Mikey,” he instructed, and the big man smoothly turned Hicks’ friend and bent her over the desk so that her smooth, ebony ass was sitting perkily up in the air. Gabby squeezed her legs together again, but Butcher roughly kicked them open. “Close these legs again and I’ll shoot you in the back of the fucking head, Brandi.” His voice chilled the blood of both agents. Whatever happened, Hicks realised, they had to get out of there alive.

So Gabby opened her legs - bent over the desk and pinned there by one hand of the man-mountain who stood beside her. Hicks hadn’t seen him get them, but suddenly Butcher had a thin vibrator and a bottle of lube in his hands. Gabby squealed as he squeezed out the cool gel over her ass and her pussy, then he placed the bottle on the desk and started to rub the lube in with surprisingly delicate movements.

“Never know when this stuff’ll come in handy,” he chuckled, then he clicked the vibe to life and brought it to the Fed’s delicate clit.

Hicks was torn up inside. He should be doing something, but there was nothing he could do. And now, with Gabby bent over that fucking desk, the dark skin of her thighs and ass framing the pinker flesh of her pussy, and her pussy looking softer and more fuckable every moment, his prick was thickening in his pants in spite of himself.

“No! No! Don’t touch me with that! I can’t- I can’t-“

“Can’t what, hun?” Butcher was leaning over Gabby’s bare ass now, engrossed in massaging the lube into every fold of her pussy lips and drawing tiny, delicate circles around her clit with the pencil-thin vibe.

“Just… just don’t make me! Please!”

“Don’t make you what, Brandi?” The crime lord’s fingers looked big and clumsy, Hicks realised, but the way he was manipulating his partner’s precious pink cleft was like a professional masseur. Gabby shifted her weight and Hicks swallowed as he realised she was actually stretching on the table, arching her back, raising her butt up for Butcher’s benefit. She spread her legs wider too, like a slut begging for a dick to fill her.

Butcher suddenly pulled the buzzing vibe away, removed his lube-slick fingers and stood up. Gabby/Brandi gasped, and her hips bucked involuntarily at the absence of stimulation. “Let’s see how we’re doing here,” he smiled, made a pistol of the first two fingers of his right hand and slid them right into Gabby’s cunt.

Gabby threw her head back and cried out, hoarse and broken. Butcher's fingers – two, thick fingers – had slid straight into her channel with barely any resistance at all. The crime boss was a pervert and a crook, but he’d managed to turn the agent into a dripping slut.

He pumped his fingers into her pussy a few times and the room was full of the pornographic slurping sound of Gabby’s slutty pussy. Gabby, pinned face-down to the desk by the thug Mikey (who strangely, didn’t seem much interested in any of this) shook her head and gasped out a denial.

“No, it’s not… it’s not like that! I’m not such a…”

“That’s alright, hun,” Butcher spanked the firm cheek of her ass, “You’re not a slut, I know. But you will be soon. So how about it Rob? Get that cock out and fuck your former partner – fill that black pussy up with some fresh white cream - and then we can really talk business.”