Rick Mallet Ch 13 14

Ch. 13 It's a Bust

I said to Felix, "I'm stepping outside for a minute."

He nodded understanding and went back to talking with the agents monitoring the screens.

Outside I called Lily. "Listen, this is very important and urgent. Owen needs to be in the Hummer and parked at a location I'm going to text you. He needs to do it right away and stay there until I show up with Angel." When I was sure she understood the message and the urgency, I texted her the location. Then I went back inside.

Angel's little party had caught the attention of the agents and Felix. They were watching intently. The scene on the screen showed clearly that the party was spun up. The meth and the pipe were lying on the table. Angel had two of the young men up and dancing with her. I'd seen that dance earlier in the day. Soon she pulled the top of the bustier down and was showing her perfect plastic breasts around the room. Someone in the surveillance area turned on a speaker.

"... like them? Want to suck on them?" Angel was right on script.

"Oh, yeah, mama, lemme suck them titties," said one of her companions, a skinny fellow wearing bright red basketball shoes.

"Suck them, suck them for me," Angel said. She pushed her breasts into his face. Meanwhile, she had her ass pressed back toward the other fellow. This guy had his hair pushed up under a knit cap. "Grab my ass, buddy!" Angel cried. She pulled the back of her skirt up.

The other two jocks sat on a couch, pants unzipped, cocks out, hands working.

Angel's hands were at the red shoe kid's pants. He wore sweat pants and she just pulled them down. His hard cock sprang out and up, like a medieval catapult. Her mouth was on it like she hadn't eaten in a week. Knit cap was circling lubricated fingers around her asshole. His other hand worked the same lube over his big cock. It was long, dark, shiny, and lined up on her tiny pucker. She pulled her mouth off the cock long enough to encourage him. "Put it in! Pound my ass, buddy!"

For a few moments they spit-roasted her standing up.

The agents in the room enjoyed the show:

"Work that dick in her ass, homeboy!"

"Look at her take that fuckstick down her throat!"

"Damn, she's a pro's pro."

"Those jocks are getting drained tonight!"

On the screen, Angel and her friends shifted to the couch. She got on all fours. "Buddy" who'd been fucking her ass sat below her face and she slid her lips over his big meat. Red sneakers slipped around behind her to put his cock in her gaping asshole.

I got Felix's attention. We stepped to one side.

I said, "Did you notice who those guys are?"

"Who? That spun squad?"

"That's four of the starting five of the University basketball team. Probably celebrating winning the conference championship the other night."

He looked back at the monitor.

"And that's Angel Stonewood."

"The shemale? Fuck! Those jocks are about to get a shock."

"Listen Felix, let me get her out of there, and the guys too. You don't need that headline screwing things up here."

I was lucky Felix is CIA and here. FBI don't react so quick, and locals are misogynistic racists -- I should know, I was one once -- who'd love to screw those jocks over and put Angel in the headlines to boot. He only thought about it for a couple seconds.

"How we going to work it, Rick?"

"I'll go back to Lucky's and get Ivana, that is Connie, to bring me over there. We'll go in the room and roust everybody out the window and down the fire escape just as the bust is going down. You just need to get whoever's on that fire escape to let us, and just us, slip by."

He rubbed his chin. "Yeah, we can make that work. I have a friendly in the Marshall's service I'll get on that fire escape job. We're going to nab Connie, though. We want to keep her on the inside as long as we can. How do we make sure you don't run into the Johnsons, though?"

"Ivana and I will work that out. Luscious is in the triple-decker now. Just warn her if he leaves."

On the screen as I left the room, Angel was bouncing on red sneakers' dick, buddy's cum dripping down her chin. Her bustier was pulled down and the best tits money can by were wobbling like jello on a plate. "Damn, I'd like to titty fuck her!" one of the watchers said.

Ch. 14 Gimp Suit

The same punk was at the foot of the stairs inside Lucky's place. As I crossed the room, he reached for the gun in his waistband, but it wasn't there; it was still upstairs on Lucky's desk. He blocked the stairway with a look equally resentful and fearful. I was still several steps away when the door upstairs opened and Lucky stepped out, shouting down, "Carmine, when Rick Mallet gets here tell him to -- Oh, hey, Rick! C'mon up. Thanks, Carmine."

Inside Connie, that is, Ivana hustled me through another door and into a little room down the hall. We had a quick conference laying out the plan and came to the crux: how to get into the room with Angel and the jocks without me getting spotted and blowing everything to hell.

After a moment's thought, she said, "I've got it," then walked over to open the closet. Inside was a baggy black plastic body suit on a hanger.

"What's that?" I asked.

"A gimp suit. You're going to wear it."

The gimp suit was designed to lace onto Ivana's submissive ball-busting victims, and it included a full head covering.

I didn't like it, but I didn't have a better idea. I stripped and we started wrestling the thing onto me. It was like putting a condom back on after you've taken it off. Somehow I got into it, and Ivana set to work on the laces. It was too big in the belly, and too small everywhere else. She worked the laces loose up and down the back, then pulled them tight in the middle. In the crotch there was no room. She unsnapped a flap there and unceremoniously pulled my cock and balls through. The flap dangled down in front, providing some element of modesty, but the chill on my backside let me know I was as open to the air as grandpa's union suit.

"Can you walk?"

I took a few steps each way, and hoped I didn't have to sprint.

"Okay, it'll have to do. We need to go now. But first, the most important part" She pulled the hood over my head. As it came down and she zipped it up the back, I felt an increasing sense of enclosure, helplessness, and isolation. I also smelled the funk of sweat and sex juice.

"What the fuck, Ivana! Who's been wearing this and what have they been doing?"

"Oh you can tell? I thought I cleaned it pretty good. Here's a funny coincidence: the last guy in it was your friend Wax. His balls were swollen about double size when I got done beating him. I also rubbed my pussy all over his face and pissed in his mouth. He was terrified when he found out I'm LEO, but he couldn't stay away. You wouldn't know, but the people who enjoy this shit have nightmares and dreams about being caught at it. It's a lot of fun to fuck with a pathetic piece of shit like Wax."

She buckled a leather strap around my head, a ball gag in my mouth. "This is loose enough, when you need to, you can spit it out. I don't think anyone will recognize you."

I looked in the mirror: shiny black suit, my forearms and hands, calves and feet bulging from the openings, stretching the confines. The saggy paunch was cinched tight, but my chest nearly burst out the top. The round hood rendered me anonymous. The whole outfit was calculated to dehumanize and objectify. I looked ridiculous.

We headed out the back hall and down a flight of stairs. We passed a security man, not Carmine, and the wobbly bottle blonde from earlier in the day. She showed no recognition or curiosity.

As we went out the back door and down the alley, I thought about the suit, Wax, Angel Stonewood, Dixie Normis, and the shame I'd been carrying for years, and I laughed out loud.

Ivana/Connie stopped and looked at me. "You okay, Mallet?" She pulled the gag away from my mouth.

"Oh, yes! Better than I've been. Listen, when this is over, would you like to get together? I mean, would you be interested in pegging my ass with a strapon?"

She laughed too. "It's a deal." She kissed me, a kiss with all the delicacy of a cobra testing the air with its tongue. Then she put the gag back.