She plays his game

"Yeah I know, I'm a cop now. Look, I need some help with your client. Can you help me get some kind of evidence linking your client to Vincent Carillo? Everybody knows that he's pushing dope for him. I imagine he's probably also signing your checks."

That last line had made Robert almost frown as he glanced back at Nancy. After a second thought, he let out a chuckle at the line about checks.

"You of all people would know that, since you were a whore that needed money, huh?"

"That was a long time ago."

"Not long enough!"

His tone of voice raised a bit as he rejected Nancy's retort. She was suddenly worried someone may walk in on them in the bathroom. Taking a glance beyond him, Nancy studied the door for a moment. The bathroom itself was of a grey color, matching the small square tiles on the floor. There was a total of four stalls, all painted in grey with chrome silver locking doors. Across from the was a row of three sinks, all white with mirrors and black plastic soap dispensers hanging from the wall. It was a far cry from the type of sleazy hotel rooms she used to visit Robert in, but not a difference in location.

"Do you still suck cock like a little whore, Nancy?"

She almost expected such a question from him, given the little grin across his lips. Just as she couldn't say no to him years ago, Nancy found herself replying obediently but with a sly smile across her face.

"You wanna find out?"

The smirk and her question was enough to prompt a physical reaction from the man. Robert may not have aged well in terms of appearance, but the man had not lost his strength. It didn't matter how skinny he was. Nancy figured that out as soon as he grabbed at the front of her white tank top beneath the black jacket she wore. The stitches tore lightly as her shirt was snatched up within his grasp. Nancy had previously tucked it into her pants but when it came undone and he curled a grip around it, her navel was exposed and then his eyes lit up as his face curved into a shit-eating grin.

"Ah, you still have that same figure I remember. A nice, dancer's body. Too bad you chose to be a fucking cop when you could've been a stripper or better yet, remained a whore for someone else."

Nancy was dragged closer to him from how he snatched at her shirt, ripping more of it. Robert placed his hands up at the front and tore into it, wanting to see her large tits. She had already teased him enough with her tight boobs looking as if they would come spilling out and sure enough, he could see a much larger pair of natural breasts than he remembered from before, encased in a black bra. Nancy reacted by pulling her black jacket, allowing it to fall to the clean floor of the bathroom. No longer did she care about anyone walking in on them. Within the heat of the moment, all her concentration was on this man from her past standing before her. She didn't wait for him to take her bra off, instead Nancy pulled the clasps undone, freeing her tits for him.

"Ohhhhh, my... I don't remember them being this big."

She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath while feeling his older hands squeeze over her firm tits. It was an old familiar feeling, almost taking her back into the past as Nancy let out another moan. Her nipples hardened, erecting as they poked into the palms of Robert's hands. He moved his warm touch away from her tits and shoved Nancy back a bit. He pointed over at the stall, motioning at her quietly to get in and find her place. Her white shirt had been torn, almost tattered from her body. Luckily she would have her black jacket to cover up when it came time to leave the bathroom. For now, she had a job to do. Stepping backwards, she didn't break eye contact as she stumbled into the stall. Robert followed right behind her, stepping in and then pulling the door shut. He used his left hand to quickly slide the lock of the stall door.

"Get on your fucking knees. You know where you belong."

"Yes!"

Her short one word reply didn't give Robert much enthusiasm. Reaching down with his right hand, he gripped her mouth, forcing her lips apart into an 'O'. Glaring down at her, he spoke again.

"Yes, what?"

Nancy couldn't help but glance up at him, her mouth **** open into the O position. She tried to grit her teeth before eventually barking a response back at him.