The Mission

As the party went on, more **** and **** got consumed, the company became even more touchy and crude. There was no longer any point for eavesdropping, because they were no longer talking business. The gangsters also became a lot less perceptive and always easily distracted by a sexy body closest to them. It was the time to proceed to phase two of the operation. The hostesses always had an excuse for going into the mansion, so Angelica had no problems getting indoors. During her career the detective had searched enough such houses to know more or less where certain rooms could be located. Some amount of luck was still necessary, but it was an educated guess. Unnoticed by anyone, Angelica sneaked up to the first floor, which was not so easy to perform quietly in high heels, and picked a room where she suspected an office could be located. The doors were closed which suggested that something important should be behind them. The detective had undergone some basic training, but she was still not a locksmith. Fortunately she managed to pick the right key on her second try. The lock opened with a quiet click. The door hinges were oiled properly, so they did not make any noise.

Bingo! A large oak desk dominated the room. The laptop which lay on it looked tiny in comparison. Angelica entered the room and closed the door behind her. She then retrieved the pendrive from her corset and followed the procedure the IT department had taught her. The three minutes which were needed to hack into the computer and the local network dragged on forever. Finally she received a notification on the screen that the operation was successful. She hid the pendrive, locked the door behind her and carefully went down. Without any issues Angelica reached the part of the mansion where a hostess could be expected to be seen, kind of. It was still suspiciously close to the staircase, so she did not make a sigh of relief yet. It would have been premature anyway, because a man entered the hall.

“You’re here,” he said in an excited voice, “good!”

His black skin was glistening with sweat and his eyes were wide with what could only be **** intoxication. The detective might not have been caught red-handed, but she still did not match his enthusiasm upon their meeting. At least he was high enough not to be suspicious.

“I need relief,” the man added in a tense voice.

The detective suspected what kind of relief he had in mind. She obviously did not want to help him with his problem, but she did not want to attract unnecessary attention either. The man had found her uncomfortably close to the staircase and she had been away for quite a few minutes. Ironically, a blowjob, if that was indeed the case, could serve as an alibi, instead of attracting attention, as it would in other circumstances. It was not a pleasant solution, but should be effective. Angelica hesitated only for a moment, but that was enough for the man to take the initiative. In a few swift steps he approached her. He reached around her body and grabbed her buttocks with both hands; he pulled her closely, as he continued to grope her booty. The man was of similar height as the detective, but in her heels she had an advantage. In their current position he could not reach her lips, so he kissed her neck instead. The groping and kissing went on only for a moment though, because the gangster craved something else. He released Angelica’s buttocks and made a short step backwards. He put his hands on the detective’s shoulders and pushed downwards. The man was not forceful yet, but he was clearly impatient. He misread Angelica’s hesitance and said:

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay you extra. Go on.”

The detective went down to her knees. Despite the circumstances she found the whole situation amusing. In order not to blow her cover she was about to blow an anonymous gangster. Most importantly the entire event would be recorded by the police. The camera in her choker was too low to spot the actual penis, but any viewers would have no doubts as to what was actually happening; especially since the audio was present as well. Angelica knew that her colleagues would pity her and mock her at the same time. She would have done the same thing, because that was the method of coping with stress in the police.

The detective unzipped the gangster’s trousers and pulled out his penis, it was almost fully erect already. Despite the racial stereotype it was moderately sized, for which Angelica was grateful. She might have been the Queen of Deepthroats, but this was not the moment she wanted to brag about her skills. She took the cock’s head between her lips and began to suck and lick it vigorously. At the same time she stroked the shaft and fondled the testicles; she wanted the whole experience to be over as quickly as possible. In general Angelica liked giving blowjobs, but not necessarily to no-good gangsters who were high on whatever **** they were taking. Apparently the man was satisfied with her efforts, because he kept his hands on his hips and did not interfere. Judging from the reactions of his body he would not last too long either.

“Ty, you horny motherfucker!” a new voice interrupted them, “couldn’t wait for the orgy, huh?” the other gangster was clearly amused.

“I’ll be right back,” the one called Ty replied simply.

“Yeah, yeah. Sixty seconds is your time,” the other man mocked him, laughed and walked away.

Ty was too preoccupied with his cock being sucked which Angelica never stopped doing, to even reply “Fuck you” to his friend. Ultimately he lasted longer than sixty seconds, but his time still was unimpressive. Sadly for the detective he grabbed her head and pushed his penis into her throat; the action did not exactly surprise her though. Thanks to the cock’s average size and her superb deepthroating skills she was able to take it with ease. Swallowing the semen required a bit more effort, but fortunately the load was just as average as the penis. Finally he let her head go and Angelica inhaled deeply.

“Thanks, babe,” said Ty, “that was awesome.”

The man even helped her stand up. He then reached into her pocket and pulled out two crumpled hundred dollar bills.

“Here, take it,” he stuffed the money into her choker.

“I’ll go to the bathroom to refresh,” Angelica replied, wiping her lips.

“Yeah, sure,” he seemed to have completely lost interest in her for the moment.

The detective’s alibi was perfect, so she could indeed visit the bathroom; not just to refresh though.

Angelica checked whether the bathroom was empty, then whispered to ‘herself’:

“Mission accomplished. I’ll turn everything off now to avoid risk of detection. I’ll report as soon as I’m out. I hope this was worth it. Out.”

The detective was not really afraid of her gear being discovered. The direction in which the party was heading suggested that the gangsters had abandoned any precautions. She worried more about the kind of footage that could be recorded, the one that included herself. She assessed that there was no danger to her life, so backup was no longer necessary. In such a case there was no need for her reputation to suffer any further. Her dignity might, but the damage would not be nearly as great, if it remained ‘private’. Angelica removed the just-sucked-a-cock look from her face, fixed her makeup and returned to the party. Greedy hands and gazes welcomed her there, but more importantly no-one was questioning her absence.