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You sigh deeply. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Just get under the table. We'll pretend I'm just here to get a blowjob," Bobby tells you. You don't feel like sitting on the floor, knowing what has been happening in these booths. So instead, you climb on the couch so you're sitting on your knees and bend over your partners crotch. When you take your position you're surprised to be faced with Bobby's naked cock. "I'm not actually going to blow you," you hiss at him.

"Yes, you are," he tells you. "Anyone can just walk up here and see you're faking it. Don't be such a prude. You're endangering the mission."

You sigh again, knowing he's right. "Alright, but you have to make sure you don't loose Mengucci out of your sight," you tell him. "I can't see shit with that gut of yours in my face." Bobby grumbles some half-hearted agreement, so you take his cock in your hand and steel yourself for what's to come. Sitting so close, you can smell his unwashed, sweaty odor. This is not going to be a nice experience. You take a deep breath and dive in.

You take the head of his cock in your mouth and swirl your tongue around it a couple of times. You're hit with a salty, sweaty taste and think you can already taste some pre-cum. "Ah yeah, that's a good little whore," you hear Bobby say. You don't think anybody else can hear him over the blaring music, but decide to let it go for now. Bobby has moved his hand, which was caressing your back, down to your ass and seems to be having a wonderful time rubbing, grabbing and pinching one buttcheek after the other.

Taking that as encouragement, you start to speed up, bobbing your head in earnest now. "That's a good girl," Bobby tells you, "but don't forget the balls." You groan inwardly. You grab his balls and start massaging them, rolling them around in your hand. Bobby uses his free hand to get the hair out of your face so he can see you sucking him off. The eye contact only makes it more awkward for you, but Bobby doesn't seem to mind as he gives you a big, cheesy grin and a wink.

After a few moments of slobbering on your partners cock you catch yourself actually kinda enjoying it. The groans, the little twitches, the speeding of his breath when you take his balls in your mouth and jerk him off for a moment. It's all really turning you on. Also, Bobby's butt massaging hand has snuck it's way inside of your hotpants. When did that happen? He's lazily kneading your naked buttocks, sporadically trailing a finger down your crack. You mentally reprimand yourself; this is no time to be having fun. You're on an important mission!

"Hmmm, yeah. You're such a slut," Bobby tells you as you take his cock as deep down your throat as it goes. His finger is now trailing circles around your asshole. "Work for that spunk, you greedy cum whore." The name calling is really getting on your nerves. You're doing this for the mission, not for your own pleasure. As soon as you finish that thought, you feel a giant shame for the reaction you had but a few minutes ago. But also, you think to yourself, the groping, the humiliation and the finger that's now uncomfortably close to penetrating your asshole, it's all very unprofessional to say the least.

You've had just about enough. You take a breath and once again **** your partner's hard cock down your throat. While your doing that, you consider pausing for a minute to tell Bobby off for being an asshole. To tell him that the least he could do in this situation is make it at least slightly more enjoyable for you. On the other hand you feel his balls contracting slightly in your hand and hear his breathing getting ragged, so he must be close to cumming. You could also just finish the job real quick and berate Bobby after the mission. That would be less conspicuous...