It's all part of being undercover.

Gabby let a dirty smirk play across her lips. She knew that every now and then doing deep, serious undercover work you had to bend your morals a bit, and the prize here - the mysterious, elusive, bullish man opposite her - was worth pushing her sexual boundaries a bit.

"If she's that good... ok then." She started unbuckling her belt and popped the button on her jeans as Butcher whooped with delight.

"What a woman!" He laughed appreciatively. "You know how to live, Brandi Royal! It always makes me feel better working with people whose heads I can understand. Tabby, get off Harry's cock and see to our guest of honor here."

Oh, my head is nothing like what you think; Gabby thought to herself. She tugged the zipper of her jeans down, and watched as Butcher and Harry's eyes were inexorably drawn to her fingers, her fly and then the lurid pink of the thong she was wearing. Fuck, she would be exposing herself, baring her pussy in front of these murderers! What was she thinking? But she took the fear and pushed it down: they weren't threatening her, they were inducting her. She wondered if she was making rash decisions because of Lewis.

She couldn't second guess herself, hesitation might be fatal.

Harry muttered a complaint as Tabitha's luscious lips left his proud member behind. As Gabby bit the bullet and pushed her jeans and panties down off her hips - down to her knees - down to the floor, Tabitha joined them down there.

There it was, Gabby's delicate pussy, hiding between the smooth dark flesh of her thighs. Butcher lit a cigarette, his face rapt but not quite leering. Harry on the other hand, half way through a blow-job, had his hard prick in his hand and was stroking it firmly, ogling the tight, trimmed curls of her small bush and the folds of her pussy.

It made her skin crawl to be exposing herself to them like this, but everything was for the case. She had to remember that - to live it and live with it. She almost forgot that Big Mikey was there, glancing up at his massive bulk with a start. He wasn't even looking at her - maybe he was gay?

"Oh my gawd," Tabitha drawled. There was enough space in the massive limo for her to get down on her hands and knees and crawl a pace before she was between Gabby's thighs. The agent felt her heart pounding. Getting eating out by some gang moll, this was way, way undercover. She watched the blonde lick her lips as she advanced on her like a cat moving towards a bowl of cream. "Oh my gawd," she said again, "What a beautiful black pussy."

Gabby had her jeans and panties only around one ankle now, the other leg being completely bare and she spread her legs wide open for the girl, moving her ass to the edge of the seat so that her pussy was hanging off it, just begging to be licked.

She realized that, like this, her thighs were split right open for Butcher to see her too, but that was all part of the game.

Then the hot, wet touch of the little slut's tongue stroked her **** lips, and it was really happening.