Back at the party

“Come over here, sexy,” one of the men ‘invited’ the detective and she dutifully obeyed.

He was sitting, so she expected that his palm would rest on her buttock. What she had not anticipated was the hand to venture down and between her legs. She hesitated for a moment, but then parted them slightly, because that was something Brandi would have done. The man’s digits swiftly found her pussy and began to rub it though the thin nylon fabric. Angelica remembered something similar having been done to her by Michael Bradford not so long ago, albeit in different circumstances. The gangster’s fingers were surprisingly skillful and she issued an involuntary moan.

“That’s right, slut,” the man commented, “moan for me. I knew you’d love it. You’re all such sluts.”

He continued to finger her and his manual skills were a lot more impressive than his verbal ones. The detective sensed that her body was beginning to betray her. Had she gotten too deeply into the role of Brandi?

“We need to get you wet before we fuck you,” the man went on.

Angelica feared that the ‘tricks’ after the party might not be so optional, but at this point she had ****, but to remain in the role of Brandi.

The atmosphere at the party was already changing significantly. All of the hostesses were spending less time walking or standing and more sitting in someone’s lap and being groped; Angelica was not an exception. She could not refuse such an invitation and also sat in one of the gangster’s lap. One of his hands immediately grabbed her breast, the other first squeezed her thigh, then went between her legs and began to finger her pussy through the lingerie. The detective could sense the man’s erection through their clothes; it seemed quite sizable. Angelica successfully managed to fight off any anxiety of what apparently was to come soon. What she was NOT trying to suppress were any signs of a growing arousal. She could never mentally enjoy having sex with gangsters, but there was no need for her body to suffer as well. If there was no way to avoid being fucked, she might as well enjoy it; at least to a certain degree.

Angelica spread her legs wider and let the man do with her body whatever he wanted to. He grabbed her nipple through the thin nylon fabric and began to rub it gently; his other hand continued to finger her pussy. The detective had to admit that it was not completely unpleasant. She even let out another involuntary moan.

“You’re an eager slut, aren’t you?” the gangster whispered into her ear.

She moaned again in response, this time simply to accommodate him.

“You’ll get it soon,” he added.

The man squeezed her nipple; it was not yet painful and again not exactly unpleasant. The detective moaned once more, louder this time.