The criminal life, step one.

"It's important to know how to live," Butcher said, reinforcing his point between sucks on a cheap looking cigarette.

And this was how his people lived? Sex and ****? Gabby looked up at him, and strangely found that the dirty smile was only half ****. Next to him the thin man - Harry - was watching, his eyes almost bursting out of his head, his hand shaking as he stroked his throbbing prick.

Then she looked down, and for some reason the blonde between her legs looked... looked right. It was right that Gabby - or Brandi - should have some little blonde slut down on her knees, face pressed between her thighs, worshiping her cunt. She deserved this respect and power. Brandi did. That was Brandi's persona, Gabby reminded herself.

Oh shit, but she was a good pussy licker. She'd started soft but insistent, circling and stroking and tracing the tender folds of Gabby's intimate cleft until the lips had started to flush and soften, until Gabby had started to get wetter and wetter and wetter... This Tabitha was the best fucking cunt-eater that Gabby had ever experienced. Not that she had all that much experience in the area.

"She's good, right?" Butcher grinned, and Gabby glanced up at him, then yelped and looked down into Tabby's mischievous eyes as the slut did something indescribable with her tongue.

"Y-yeah, she's... she's pretty good," Gabby said. She had speed, rhythm, and a touch with her tongue that was both tender and strong at the same time. "Nngh! Yeah, lick that cunt you little whore," Gabby added. She needed to get more into this, she realised, and she slipped her hand into the blonde's shimmering hair and **** her face between her thighs for a second.

"Mmmph!" Tabitha grunted. Then she got her tongue back where she wanted it, split Gabby's cunt open and dived in. Gabby gasped, then couldn't stop the groan of pleasure as Tabby's tongue slipped back out and started circling her clit.

"Shit, shit! She's good," she started lifting her hips, almost trying to get away from the onslaught of pleasure the blonde was hitting her with, but wherever she moved those lips were stuck to her. That tongue was inescapable too, it homed in on Gabby's most sensitive, erogenous spots and just hit them again and again and again. Fuck, she was in charge here, she was the one getting head, but she was becoming putty in the slut's hands.

"That's the way to do it," Butcher murmured. Gabby could see he was hard, but the boss himself made no movement to get his prick out. Harry on the other hand was going bright red. He didn't seem to be able to contain himself a moment longer.

"Fuck this," he spoke - maybe the first thing Gabby had heard him say, and he dropped to his knees on the rough limo carpet behind Tabitha. He hiked her dress, pulled her thong to the side and before Gabby knew it, the pussy-licking machine between her legs was shuddering as the thin right-hand man pounded into her. Tabby was moaning into her pussy, but her lips and tongue didn't seem distracted in the least. She was driving Gabby onward and upward and any minute now... any second now...

Fuck, it was happening so fast. The invitation, Lewis's ****, the offer from Butcher... and now this, a fucking threesome in the back of a limo. What was she thinking... she... oh fuck that tongue was inside her again! "Uuuhn!" she let her head fall back, and took her hands of the blonde's head, leaving her to do her job. Now it was on her clit and it was... it was hammering it! How could a tongue feel... feel like this?

Gabby's heart-rate rocketed, she felt prickles of perspiration all over her body and then, with an electric whiplash of her spine she came. "Nnnfff-fuck! Little whore! Lick that pussy! Lick that cunt!" she spat though gritted teeth as her back arched and her ass lifted off the seat. Fuck this was good! This WAS the life!

"Take it!" Harry was barking, and as Tabby's girl-cum-smeared face finally emerged from between Gabby's legs she started mewling like a cat as the thin man unloaded his creamy seed inside of her. Gabby slumped back into the seat, feeling her thighs, wet with her own juices against the leather. She looked at Harry. The bastard had killed Hicks and she'd just shared a girl with him.

Nothing she could do about that now.

"I think you're gonna fit in just fine," Butcher said, lighting another cigarette, "And tonight's party ain't even started yet."