Fun before the gala

I watched Lillian finish her breakfast, she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as her hand rubbed against her crotch.

“Fuck,” Lillian said as she picked up her phone. “Ya cancel all my appointments today, I’m not going to make it in. Because I told you so,” Lillian yelled into the phone before hanging up.

The bitchy blonde rubbed her pussy with more vigor as her other hand grabbed one of her fake tits. Drool dripping from her salivating mouth into her cleavage. “Oh fuck I’m so horny,” Lillian moaned as she sprinted upstairs, releasing the occasional fart from her big ass along the way. When she got to her bedroom, her business attire quickly hit the floor followed by her surprisingly sexy undergarment. Like a crazed sex fiend the naked blonde threw herself on the bed reaching towards her nightstand. I watched on with glee as I saw my snobby neighbor pull out the tainted dildo and coconut oil. Without wasting another second she plunged the sex toy into the oil before stuffing her begging cunt.

I waited on bated breath wondering what between the itching powder or hot sauce was going to kick in first.

Lillian continued to pump away with ferocity, as the sound of her soaking pussy filled the room. It was then that her pace slowed and a suspicious look came across her face. She slowly removed the dildo from her cunt and gave her pussy a quick scratch, and then another scratch. “What the fuck,” she said this time focusing on her clit. “Fuck it itches.” Her freshly manicured nails now dug deep into her sex trying to relieve the itching sensation. “Oww fuck that hurts… oh my god it’s burning… holy fuck, what the hell,” Lillian screamed as she hobbled over to the shower.

I laughed watching my bitchy neighbor contemplate between relieving the itch and not disturbing her burning pussy. As the cold water hit her tortured cunt, Lillian began itching herself like her life depended on it.

“Think she’s gonna be sore for the gala tonight and probably some serious blue balls,” I laughed.

Just then I heard a ping on my phone, ‘Congresswoman Deborah Morgan is claiming her Twitter was hacked and the video is a fake that was just some disgusting political attack on her and her family’.

“Oh course she did,” I said with an eye roll. I pulled up the Congresswoman’s portfolio, and saw she was currently in the process of berating one of her employees. “Let’s see how long you stick with your story now,” I laughed as I typed, ‘Will fart anytime she lies about the video’.

Satisfied that the Congresswoman’s upcoming press tour to clear her name would result in some humiliating hilarity, I decided it was time to scope out the club before the gala started. As I left my house I looked over guest list with **** excitement, a few names now had big circles around them of must hit targets.

I made my way over to the ritzy club, parking a few blocks away to remain inconspicuous. I approached from the side hoping not to be seen. The club was absolutely stunning. On a normal day it would catch your eye but now all dressed up for the gala, it was clear no expense was spared. A handful of beautifully dressed individuals were barking orders at the help, occasionally sprinkling in a derogatory comment or two. As I approached I heard a voice over my shoulder.

“Hey what do you think you’re doing here.”

I turned and saw a beautiful blonde, although it was the badge and gun that really caught my attention.

“Umm I was just going to the club,” I stuttered not being able to think of anything better.

“The fuck you are,” the blonde said. “This is the famous Winston Hill Black and White Gala. It’s for the elite of the elites and you look like you’re a rung lower than their dog’s shit. Now get the fuck out of here and go back to the shithole you belong before I make you.”

I saw her hand graze the gun almost begging me to test her.

“Ok I’ll go,” I said, walking past her. After getting a few steps away I pulled out my phone and brought up the map on the app. I was able to see the names of the individuals near by and my finger clicked on one Detective Angela Williams. With an evil smile I typed, ‘Must obey Jackson Bailey’.

I turned back to Angela as she just stood there with a smug smile. “You know Ms. Williams I really had my heart set on going to that gala, I think you own me an apology for stopping me.”

“Oh of course, I’m very sorry sir please go in,” Angela said before her hands flew to her mouth in confusion.

“Ya I don’t know if that’s good enough, why don’t you strip down and give me a sexy pose.

“Like hell I will,” the Detective said, but as she did she started unbuttoning her shirt. “What the fuck is going on.”

I watch as the tough blonde kicked off her black thong and struck a pose butt-ass naked.

“Haha nice tramp stamp,” I laughed as I watched her cheeks turn bright red with embarrassment. “Now I have things to do here so why don’t you return to your car and, after taking all the bullets out of your gun, use it to masturbate until the gala is over.”

Angela looked ferocious as she walked by me, “I’ll get you for this you little punk.”

“You know what Angela, make sure that the button on your police radio is pushed down the entire time too,” I laughed.

Her face went pale as she continued on to the parking lot.

“I’m sure the boys in the precinct will enjoy that,” I said with a chuckle as I continued on to the club.