Miami, Dade County. Nearing Midnight.
"More champagne, Renaldo."
A seedy gentleman in a tan leisure suit and white button down shirt smiled at the lovely women comforting his beckon call. His entourage of four men all admiring the beauty of a pair of sultry young women in their mid to late 20's. Entourage meaning gun totting hired thugs. Renaldo Cartucci was not a very nice man. He dabbled in everything from drugs to prostitution. Word on the street he had expanded into Human Trafficking. This former Attorney moved away from the law after defending the criminal element he admired. He preferred the more luxurious things in life. Namely these stunning Escorts wearing very short dresses with massive cleavage barely concealed. Two very tipsy goddesses. One was African American the other of Puerto Rican descent. He wasn't picky as long as they were built and liked money. He especially found the Puerto Rican airhead in an extremely short and second skin tight red dress intoxicating. She was the life of the party.
"Here you go Babee." He leans across the Puerto Rican stunner opting to plant a kiss on her left tit as he procured the champagne bottle. She giggled and wagged a finger at him playfully, eyes sparkling with mischief. He smirks gazing into her big brown eyes, "No scolding the guy with the cash Babee. For what I'm paying you Ladies it's anything goes."
"You're so bad Mister Cartucci. Lucky for you I like anything that goes." Babee shakes her tits. In doing so his tipped bottle misses the glass pour and splashes all over her lap. Her expression of awe led to her mouth contorting as if sucking a dick. This prompted him to remove his arm from around the other girl and ease away from her. From there he lay over the escort known as Babee lapping his tongue on her upper thigh along the hem of her skirt. Babee Ramirez fans herself mischievously watching his tongue tempt her lightly golden flesh. As he dabbled at droplets upon her, Babee looks up at her friend, "I think Mister Cartucci did that on purpose." Her honeysuckle tone erotic as any young girl. Almost pouty and excited at the same time. Renaldo loved her for her kiddie like voice. So very sexy.
The other young woman nods in agreement her hand slithering across Cartucci's back rubbing it sensually. Her eyes however relocated about the room at his guards. Eyes glistening at each of them with allure. She knew how to distract attention without so much as a peek behind her clothing. Even the most dedicated of thugs loved pussy. Burgundy Jones had her act down to a science. Babee and Burgundy knew their jobs well. Even if it meant going above and beyond. Babee the wild one by far.
As Cartucci continued up Babee's inner thigh she squealed and shivered at the same time. His tongue was all too close to her very skimpy white lace thong, Her skirt barely hiding it as it were. Babee had very tight muscular legs. Unknown to Cartucci she favored a hefty amount of Tae kickboxing in her spare time. Something the Attorney never would have guessed hearing her airheaded attitude. All an act. One that the Puerto Rican Goddess had long perfected. You see, both women were Undercover Cops. Poor Renaldo Cartucci didn't have a clue. Even with Bad Cop's on his payroll he had zero knowledge. Wrong Precinct's right time.
As his nose nuzzles over Babee's thong he captures her scent and it drives him wild. The woman's perfume stormed his senses as she topples backwards in her seat giggling, trying to hold her champagne glass. He was going for the gold and even though Babee hated this part, there were times that she had to let things ride as far as they could go without getting too physical. The job was demanding. Burgundy at least had sense enough to feign jealousy and attempted to woo Cartucci her direction. He wasn't being persuaded easily. His hard on was on a warpath for Latina. Fingers curling under her thong she feels his breath on her clit. Her labia flicked through the thin material as she teased shyness. It felt entirely too good and Babee hated herself for her behavior. As Burgundy did her best to tug at Cartucci he lifts up and snaps, "GET THIS BITCH OFF MY BACK."
Eyes abruptly swell wide as a henchman lunges in to grab Burgundy by the arm dragging her away from his Boss. Resorting to being manhandled she had little choice but to abandon Babee. Not her true name mind you but her Undercover name. Regardless it was too soon for the Cops to spring in to their rescue. The Vice Squad had made it's way inside Cartucci's up and coming business dealings. Not just the girls this night. Burgundy's keeper Luis held her at bay while his partners watched. Luis was also Undercover. Having spent three months earning Cartucci's trust. Doing things he himself didn't want to just to maintain his guise.
Tonight was going to be the night they closed this case and locked the Bastard Attorney away. In his possession were numerous teenage girls abducted off the streets to sell into white slavery. Off to South America they would go if not rescued on time. This might include Burgundy and Babee if they didn't cooperate. Babee knew this going in. She was prepared to push her limits if it meant saving these unfortunate girls.
"Take that damned slingshot off." Cartucci barked at Babee as he reared back with a shark like grin.
"Anything for you Mister C." She sets her champagne glass on a table and lifts her hips. Fingers embracing her thongs thin bands she peels them down her thighs to her knees. From there it became a battle of wits, "Help me I'm all tangly inside." Her giggles making him crazy.
"I can fix that." He chuckles, "Bruno hand me your hunting knife." A thug offers up his six inch MK3 blade and Cartucci easily severs her thong. Once the burden came apart she fanned her legs wide.
"YAY! Free at last."
"Damn straight. Let's do some more damage while I'm here." He grips her skirt and slits it with the razor sharp edge before tearing it up to her belly button. Babee falls back and watches his tender torment with the blade. He found himself mesmerized by the easy slicing of material. Her pussy now in full view in all of it's clean shaven glory. Extremely tight pussy at that. He teases her with the flat of the blade trying to scare her. Babee merely bit her lower lip and flared her eyes at him, "Cool on the flesh isn't it Babee?"
"You're giving me gooseybumps Mister C."
"I think that dress has to go." His precision slices it higher up through her cleavage until the entire red dress parts ways. She knew help would come eventually. It was just a matter of patience and dramatic procrastination. Give him what fed his ego as long as her life was in no real danger. This was why Babee earned the big bucks. Still, she hated the act. Too far and there would be no turning back.
"I didn't like that dress noways." She pouts as his blade creases her cleavage ever so lightly, using the precision steel to sever her lacy see through bra. The tip guides the material aside to reveal her massive breasts. Definitely fake but perfect 40G's. Nipples constantly erect. She chose to amplify her success rate a few years back going from a pesky 36C to a busty 40. Tight, perky and shiny. Babee knew what men liked. Babee knew what she liked.
"Come out, come out wherever you are." He chuckles as the blade delicately eases her bra away from her monsters in their entirety, gracefully moving it and her dangling dress to her sides. Her arms escaped the garments easily. Babee was totally naked outside of her stiletto heels.
"Babee like to play hide and go looksee." She shakes her boobs while the blade lifted away from them for dramatic pause. Once their dancing calmed down he teases her areolas with the tip of the blade. Eyes brilliant and bold she bubbles forth the words, "I'm afraid to be ticklish."
"You are something. I might just make you my girl."
"I'm already a girl silly. Yours for the night"
"Play with that sweet pussy Babee." He eyes her tight little labia.
"I thought you'd never ask." She lowers her fingers down amid her moistness and rubs vigorously, "You make me soooo wet Mister C." Her eyes bubbly with his gaze upon her.
Tossing the blade to the floor at losing interest in it Bruno retrieves his weapon. All while Cartucci removed his tan jacket for more freedom. As he unbuttoned his shirt revealing a very hairy chest a cellphone rang. To his left a third bodyguard answered it. Cartucci hesitated to eye the conversation. In doing so Babee lifts her left stiletto heel up to tantalize him amid his forested chest. The pointed heel carefully circling his own pectoral as he did her areola with the knife, giving him pause to close his eyes. Her toes then moving up along his throat toward his chin. He ignored her as best as he could. Nearly impossible but managed, Her sensuous taunting distracting his thoughts.
"Cargo's ready to roll. Money's been moved." Spoke Petra, a thin middle eastern man with dedication in his eyes. In response Cartucci waves the fourth guard holding a laptop over to view the screen. Noting the transfer of funds as 3 million relocated to a secret account in the Cayman Banks he smiles.
"Time to celebrate Babee." He stands tall and unzips his pants. Kicking off his alligator shoes He lowered them revealing a stubby six inch pecker fully erect, "Caviar before the main course." Dropping to his knees he grips Babee by the ankles forcibly redirecting her stiletto heels then laying her flat on her back for a better angle. His face buries into her pussy and she yelps, arching her spine at his hunger. Her eyes now lost in the fear of this going too far yet maintaining her act. The disgusting little man talked a good game even with his mouth full. Licking and tugging at her labia. Nibbling her clitoris she jumps a bit wiggling in his possession. She looks toward Burgundy and Luis carefully with a creased brow. The Feds needed to move things along faster or Babee was going to face the unthinkable. Even with fearful eyes Burgundy toyed with Luis to make the other men less suspicious. Kissing on his neck and fondling his crotch. Luis had an expression of "Holy Shit!" on his face. She whispered in his ear her concerns.
"Mind out of the gutter."
"You try getting out of the gutter with your hot ass hand on my dick...and Cruz-I mean Babee moaning over there. Christ look at her tits."
"Knock it off. Damn Luis...you packing a sawed off?"
"If the Feds don't bust in here soon you might just find out."
"They can bust in. You're not busting out."
"Naaa! I'll just bust."
"Too far Babee. Too far." She hisses and sucks on Luis' earlobe.
"She should be a pornstar." He sighs hiding his antagonized facial expression.
Cartucci rears back with a wet face, "Damn that pussy tastes sweet as honey."
"Silly Pooh Bear." She shivers with an expression of delight. It was far from delightful it but he need not know her disgust.
"Now let's get this party started." He crawls up over her and primes his cock directly up to her pussy. Ego made him slap his tip on her clit three times. Each time she giggles with exhilaration, "Count of three...1.."
"Onesy."
"2..."
"Dosey."
"3..."
Just as his crown barely pierces her labia she rears her right hand up and slugs him right in the nose. The sudden move made him fall back bleeding and holding his face with a cry of agony.
"Started my period Asswipe."
Responsively, the second Bruno drew his gun Luis dove into a wrestling match. The brawl led to the two rolling around on the floor trying to disarm the bodyguard. Burgundy charged at Petra who slammed the laptop in Tito's hands shut to procure his revolver. A swift kick to his temple sent him to the floor. Burgundy Jones knew her own moves well. She too practiced Tae Kwon Do. Sparring partners with Babee in the gym. Besties for sure.
The fourth guard Tito Alvirez started to fire when the door busted open and the room was filled with that fateful word, "FREEZE." Only one shot was fired accidently by Tito dropping his weapon trying to lower it rather than dying over Cartucci. He didn't pay that well. Down on the floor Tito went. Petra forced to kneel beside him. Luis escorting Bruno into the mix. Hands behind their heads. Cuffed and read their rights by the Feds.
Babee leaps to her feet and nudges Cartucci as he lands on his back. His erection wagging under her aggressive shove. She eyes it as she stands there fully nude. Pouting she bends over to pick up her severed thong and used it to wipe his bloody nose. As bad as this man was she felt obligated to ease his pain.
"You're under arrest Mister C." She dabbed as he tried to push her hand aside, "I tried. My name's not Miranda but I'll read you your rights." She proceeds as he snarls and curses her out. In doing so she scowls and shoves her thong in his mouth, "No way to talk to a Lady Cartucci. Keep the thong. Maybe you can trade it for cigarettes in the Big House."
Departure came quickly for all four men as Luis mans up and offers Babee his suit coat. She eyes it, "You really think that jacket will cover my ladies?" She scoffs at his offer and remains free. He shrugged at her and stared at her breasts. She ignored him.
Burgundy folds her arms across her chest, "Girl you are gonna get us all killed one of these days."
