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He eyes me warily, periodically glancing between me and the door. His fists keep clenching too, like he wants to grab something. A gun, maybe.
“What kind of gift?” the guy hedges. “I just want to go home. I’ve got a wife and kids. They’ll report me missing.”
That would be a problem if I didn’t think he was lying. Not that undercover officers never have families, but if he’s undercover they would expect him to not show up for days at a time.
Unless he has a regular check-in with somebody.
Fuck, I hate Paul.
“Yeah, well, no need to worry about that. We’ll get this sorted and no one even has to know you were ever here,” I say, grinning at him. “And your gift is right there.” I point to Vanessa. “She’s going to give you the best blowjob of your life. Aren’t you, bitch?”
Vanessa stares at me, uncomprehending. I can tell she wants to protest, but she’s obviously just as aware as I am of the gravity of the situation. At least she’s keeping her fucking mouth shut. She bows her head meekly and crosses over to the man, dropping to her knees in front of him as tears form in the corners of her eyes.
The guy can’t hide his sympathetic grimace. Yeah, he doesn’t like it that Vanessa’s crying, and that almost gives him away more than anything else. A guy who cares about the plight of whores wouldn’t show up to a place like this in the first place.
“Vanessa, you want to unzip him? Get him nice and hard before you put your mouth on him.”
She casts me another pleading look, and I smirk at her. There’s no way the guy’s actually going to let her. If he’s an undercover cop, he can’t let her get a glimpse of his dick, let alone a close-up. If he’s not… Well, he’s still not getting a blowjob. Vanessa belongs to Giulio, and he and Damien would be beyond pissed if I let someone else use her.
Hard pass on dealing with that.
Besides, I sort of like that she only gets touched by the three of us.
Vanessa reaches out with trembling hands when she realizes there’s not going to be any sort of reprieve from this, trying to unbutton his pants.
He puts a hand on her to stop her. “No, man, I don’t… I don’t need this. I just want to leave. Please.”
My smirk drops as I stare at him. “Drop your pants,” I tell him, my voice going hard and cold. “And I’ll let you go.”
The guy eyes me like he’s considering what to do. Another point against him, because if he was just some tweedy porn addict, he’d have already decided that his life was more important than dignity… or protocol.
But he does nod, getting up and walking to the far wall before he starts undoing his belt. “Just my pants,” the guy needles, and he’s trying to sound scared but there’s a very familiar edge there. Hedging his bets, assessing the situation.
Maybe Paul wasn’t wrong after all.
“Vanessa, help him out. Get his pants all the way down around his ankles. Underwear too,” I order.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, but she nods, crossing the room to the man and reaching down to help him with his belt. The guy clearly wants to tell her to stop, but he knows he’s at the disadvantage.
Vanessa undoes his belt, then the button of his pants, then slides the zipper down. She bites her lip, looking directly at his chest instead of up at his face or down as she starts to push his pants and boxers down around his ankles.
“Good girl,” I tell her. “You can come back to me now. You, keep your pants down.”
There’s nothing special about the guy. Hairy legs, fat cock. He blushes beet red, though, and I smirk at his obvious discomfort. Maybe I can have a little fun this morning after all.
Vanessa skitters away from the guy, but she stops halfway between us. Guess she doesn’t want to be close to me, either. That’s fine.
This isn’t my first rodeo. Now that the guy’s pants are around his ankles, essentially binding him in place, I cross over, yanking the handcuffs out from my back pocket and slapping one around his wrist before he has time to react. He starts fighting me then, throwing a punch that I dodge. I grab for his other wrist, but he’s fast, and he tries to pull away.
It takes a moment to subdue him, but in the end, I have him handcuffed and shoved down onto the floor, pants and boxers still around his ankles as his soft cock flops uselessly to the side. It’s almost a pity that I can’t use Vanessa here, because it would be funny as hell to watch him getting blown by a girl who obviously doesn’t want to be here.
Maybe I should call for Stef…
Nah, too complicated.
“Please!” the guy shouts. “I’m just—I’m just a warehouse worker! I just wanted to unwind!”
I roll my eyes. They always stick to their stories, no matter what. “Yeah? A warehouse worker who tried to proposition a girl, but wouldn’t get his dick out? That sound right to you, Vanessa?”
