She follows the plan

Nancy’s throat tightened and she had to fight back with every fiber of her being not to crush the insolent prick right then and there, but to focus on the mission instead. The greater good... She took a deep breath, reaching behind herself with her free hand to adjust her bottoms, covering her modesty. “I… I know!” she replied, blushing. Her next sentence made her feel nauseous. “So how about we go up to your room? Have a little party… it is a little crowded here…” she whispered, nodding towards their audience.

“Oh, absolutely!” Kateshi eagerly agreed, still unable to quite believe that such a stunning hottie wanted to be his groupie. He must have been even more famous that he even realized. “I will take good care of you, shorty!”

God, I hope not… Nancy thought, but only gave a wide smile as she re-tied her bikini top and collected her things before turning to join Kateshi.

SMACK!

Nancy gave a girly squeal as she found herself face to face with the rainbow-haired rapper and his big, strong hand came down square on her butt, the slap ringing loudly and making her jump. Then, instead of letting go, he grabbed a firm handful of her ass as he led her along the pool towards the elevator, groping and fondling the inwardly seething detective’s posterior on the way past the two geeky boys who stared with unveiled envy.

“Everything is going to plan, Nancy!” she heard Fletcher’s amused voice in her ear. Feeling Kateshi’s finger trace the crack of her butt, shamelessly rubbing her asshole through the flimsy fabric of her bottoms, the flustered Latina did not agree with that assessment, whatsoever. This mission was turning out trickier than she had anticipated…

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Kateshi had not promised too much. Sure to hit a big payday on his deal, the young rapper seemed to be in a spending mood. As he unlocked the door with his keycard and let Nancy in, the LAPD detective automatically scanned the room, instinctively picking out possible escape routes and, after that, stuff that would work as a weapon in a melee.

“Pretty fucking sweet, huh, shorty!” she heard the tatted-up douche boast behind her in his pathetic desire to get his ego stroked.

Which did not mean he was wrong. The first word that came to her mind when Nancy stepped into the room was “lavish”. Sun-flooded due to a big window wall that led out to a good-sized balcony via a sliding door, the room Nancy stepped into was a high-ceilinged, marble-tiled lounge. The walls were adorned with several paintings from masters of different periods. A bar on the far end showed off a nice display of different drinks with a huge music station set up in the corner next to it. Two white leather couches, arranged in an “L”, formed the sitting corner around a small glass table.

“This looks, like, so cool!” Nancy cooed, playing up her groupie alter ego and looking around wide-eyed, utilizing the act to further map out the room. A huge, carved, double-winged door stood open and revealed the view into the bedroom. She saw a big, king-sized bed with tussled, untidy silk sheets and next to that, on the nightstand sat Kateshi’s laptop. She quickly made a mental note of that. “It must have been so expensive!”

Her comments had the desired effect and as Nancy turned, Kateshi had a huge, proud grin on his face, revealing his golden grill. He liked how impressed she was.

“Let me put on some of my music, so we can get this party started!” he said and rushed over to the music equipment, a bit too eager for the cool rap-star persona he was trying to sell.

Watching him, for a split-second Nancy played with the idea of sneaking up on him and locking up a rear-naked **** to leave him ****. Then she could upload her spyware, maybe take a few things with her and the idiot would believe he had been played and robbed while her original intent was masked.

However, just as quickly, she went through the flaws of her plan. There was no way to be sure he would be out long enough for her to do the deed. And even if he was, she would have to leave his laptop and phone and what kind of thief would leave those behind?!

Just as she tossed out the idea, a really, really bad beat started to pound out of the speakers, filling the room and making her literally recoil. She barely managed to hide her feelings of disgust and replace it with a wide smile as Kateshi turned to face her, a smug smirk on his tattoo-littered face. Improvising, she began to rock her body with the beat, starting to dance as best as the song allowed.

The young rapper loved this. Quickly moving in, he grabbed Nancy with both hands and pulled her close, rubbing his trunk-clad form up against her as he danced with her to his own music.

“Alright, Nancy, I hacked into the hotel’s database and created a problem with this douche’s credit card. There’s an error message on screen now and they should call any minute!”

Fletcher’s voice in her ear was a blessing, helping her to mask her displeasure as she was humped by a half-dressed wannabe gangster. She almost gagged as he reached around her and once more grabbed her ass, squeezing a cheek in each hand.

“You have a fantastic ass, shorty!” he complimented her and she **** herself to smile in response, feeling his fingers dig into the tight flesh of her bubbly booty.

She could feel his dick against her hip, separated from her bare skin merely by the fabric of his shorts! Her eyes widened as she felt, realized the size of the guy’s tool. That can’t be real, Nancy thought in honest shock. It felt almost as thick as her wrist!

“I will get us something to drink!” Kateshi yelled over the music and Nancy nodded, not at all disappointed to get a little bit of space to gather her bearings a little. Man, she hoped those guys at reception worked quick!

She turned away, allowing her mask to slip for a moment and take a few long, deep breaths, calming herself. Her first time getting this close to a POI and she was in no rush to do this again.

When she turned around, she almost panicked. The rainbow-raired douchebag was approaching her, a huge bottle of champagne in hand, but it was his other hand that tied her tummy up in knots. Lifted up for her to see, Kateshi held two small, triangular, light green pills between his thumb and forefinger. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that these were the designer party-**** he was trying to sell. It appeared the idiot was disregarding every dealer’s number one rule: do not get high on your own stash!