The Party

The guests had already begun to arrive, so some snacks and drinks needed to be delivered right away. There were more than enough girls to serve that purpose though and it had been organised that way intentionally. Their role was not only to deliver food, but more importantly to serve as eye-candy; and most likely as ‘hand-candy’ too. The latter suspicion was confirmed almost immediately when a man patted Angelica’s buttock. She reacted in a way in which she was supposed to, by smiling and asking:

“Can I help you?”

“Not yet, sexy. Later,” the man replied. He then patted her again, in a dismissive manner.

Angelica had expected that she would be treated like an object and managed to take it with the mindless bimbo smile. But only the mission allowed her to tolerate such treatment. Seeing all those gangsters behind bars would give her satisfaction that should compensate for any damage done to her dignity.

The ‘compliments’ were just as crude as the rest of the men’s behaviour.

“That big bitch is really hot.”

“Look at that ass!”

“I prefer her huge boobs.”

“Those long legs. I wonder how wide they can spread.”

Angelica had visited enough strip clubs, for professional reasons, that she was familiar with such talking. She did not mind the words themselves, but it bothered her a bit that the police officers at the receiving end of their system could hear it as well; and recorded it. The detective was certain that she would hear these ‘compliments’ later at the precinct. None of the inconveniences stopped her from performing her job. Serving as an eye candy only made it easier. She made sure to approach every man at the party and point the camera at him. The recorded voice lines could also serve as means of identification. Usually the price she paid for these recordings was being touched inappropriately.

Angelica intended to sneak out and find the computer later. For now the company was still mostly sober, which meant that the men were not only more perceptive, but also discussed more serious matters and it could be useful to record them. The gangsters would not stay sober for too long though, there was more than enough booze and **** present to intoxicate a small town.

The detective just brought a drink which one of the men had ordered. He was sitting in a chair next to a pair of colleagues. He took it from her with one hand and placed the other on her thigh. The man caressed her nylon covered skin from crotch to the knee.

“So, babe,” he said, “are you going to stay later and do some tricks?”

“I… don’t know,” she replied with the level of hesitancy she thought they would expect from such a girl, “I’m still thinking about it.”

“Don’t think too much with that little head of yours. We’ll make it worth your time.”

He moved his hand upward and squeezed her buttock.

“I’d love to fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

“Ass nothing!”

The little group was approached by a short stocky man. His bald head was at the height of Angelica’s breasts.

“I have a better idea!” the man continued, “I wanna fuck these melons.”

He pressed his face in the detective’s breasts and pressed them from both sides with his hands.

“Ah!” she yelped in surprise, but then turned it into a laughter. Angelica did nothing to stop him, although she wanted to kick him in the nutsack.

“These boobs are heaven,” the man said when he finally pulled his head back, “I can’t wait to fuck ‘em later.”

“Let me try,” another one said, as he stood up.

Angelica had **** but to stand there sheepishly and allow the man to grope her breasts. He was not exactly gentle, but was not rough either; which did not make the experience pleasant anyway. He finally let go of the detective’s body and she was sent on some errands. She kept thinking that the whole event had been recorded by the police; the jokes would have no end.

When Angelica returned to a different group of men a similar story occured; this time someone wanted to check her legs. The man squatted down behind her and began to ride his palms from her calves up to her buttock.

“Damn!” he exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, “I can’t wait to see how wide you can spread these, baby.”

“Yeah,” someone else agreed, “she might be the best fresh fuck we ever had.”

Angelica did not like where the conversation was going, but was not in a spot to complain. The man caressed her nylon covered legs for a few more moments. Sometimes he was gentle, but occasionally he would grope her strong thighs possessively. When he finished and stood up, he was swiftly replaced by another man.

“This chick has the best legs of the bunch,” he said as he squatted down and began to touch her.

“By far!” someone else agreed, “they’re longer than my whole wife is tall.”

“That’s what you get for having a midget fetish.”

The whole company laughed at the lame joke and Angelica just stood there with a thoughtless smile on her face. At least she hoped it was thoughtless, she would not want the men to read her real thoughts.