With a welcome party.

Gabrielle Jones lay back into the soft leather upholstery of the limo and at least tried to look relaxed. An hour ago her partner in this undercover operation had been executed in front of her, and then crazily she had been drawn deeper still into Arnold Butcher's empire of crime.

They were going to the Dawn, one of those big cheesy super-clubs for an impromptu welcome bash, she had been told. She looked around the spacious rear of the stretch limo, sipped her vodka tonic and tried to look natural. Natural? In a situation where her business partner (both in real life and in her assumed criminal identity) had been shot dead in front of her? What did that even look like?

Butcher was sketching a verbal picture of his organization to her, while simultaneously squeezing the bare thigh of some half-dressed girl who had been summoned to the club with them. She was thin and gorgeous, bottle blonde but not cosmetically altered that you would notice. Her micro-dress was practically a vest when she sat down, and she was bubbling with energy, playfully responding to both Butcher and the thin man from his office that had come along too. The guy that had killed Lewis, that was.

Big Mikey was there too, taking up most of the rest of the space.

Gabby pretended to listen, wondered if any of the Federal Agents and cops that had been cordoning the area where she and Lewis had entered Butcher's subterranean lair had picked up their exit. Knowing her luck they wouldn't have. They'd travelled through those underground tunnels for what felt like a couple of clicks at least, before they'd popped up in some industrial wasteland that she hadn't recognized.

The Dawn? They'd staked out the Dawn any number of times and never seen hide nor hair of Butcher or his men, it was interesting that they were going there to party now.

The blonde was lying back along the back seat now, her legs stretched out over Butcher's lap and her head in the thin man's. She was only half listening to what he said because she knew it all already, from her federal agent work. As a street crook though, she needed it explaining to her.

Butcher was facing her, she was sitting facing backwards in this massive opulent automobile, and he looked from her to the window and back again, never looking down at the girl in his lap even as his big hand urged her to turn onto her belly. The blonde girl flipped over, giggling and happy to play along as Butcher's hand slid up her thighs, pushing her red dress off her ass entirely.

At the same time she was working on the thin guy, since she was now face down in his lap. Arching her back and leaning on her arms, stretched out over the two men, she looked up at him naughtily as she unzipped his fly and slid her delicate fingers inside.

Gabby swallowed, this was the stereotypical big-time gangster world she was getting into. Would she be drawn into it somehow?

"Ahn!" The blonde groaned as Butcher's thick, dexterous fingers pulled aside her red thong and slipped down between the soft flesh of her thighs. Gabby watched as Butcher's knuckles moved rhythmically, fingering the blonde as her hips started to writhe and her panting and gasping started to quicken.

All the time he just kept talking to Gabby, never looking down at the ass and pussy he was molesting in his lap. Gabby couldn't help looking though, glancing up at his face, then down at the creamy white cheeks and the pulled-aside thong right in front of her. She could smell the girl's juices start to flow, smell it over the sting of **** and the burn of cigarettes.

The thin man was smoking. Suddenly the girl's little cries became muffled and Gabby glanced over to see that she had filled her mouth with his cock-meat. Fuck, just getting your cock out and having it seen to. That was how they did things, she guessed. His prick was a decent size, enough for the girl to really to look like she was savouring it, lavishing it with licks and sucks and strokes, making the purple head bulge ever bigger... and then she took the whole length of it into her mouth and down her throat.

"Mmmph!" she moaned through the dick as Butcher's fingers sped up.

Gabby brought her glass to her lips, but it was already empty.

"Ok then," Butcher grinned, and she realized he'd finished with his overview of his business, "Let's go."