"Fuchini hired you?"<br/><br/>The question stopped my cold, a small shiver running up and down my spine at the confidence in it's tone.  I watch as the gang disperses, each of them sauntering off without a care in the world at the leader's nod.  My eyes snap back to him though as he lumbers up to me, his beady eyes fixed upward on mine.  I can see naked lust in them, the hunger that flows through most men when they're about to do something incredibly<em>stupid</em>.<br/><br/>His eyes drift down over me; drinking in the swell of my breasts, my top undone for the few few buttons, revealing smooth tanned skin and the tops of my black bra.  Over my slim waist and down my shapely legs before returning to my face with a grin.<br/><br/>“Sorry, but if the feds were interested in stopping us, they would have done it long ago.”<br/><br/>"They could be just . . ohh!"<br/><br/>With that his arm, surprisingly fast for such a burly man, snaked around my waist, slipping underneath my coat to grab me and drag me to him.  I manage not to gasp in surprise as he buries his face in my ample bosom, enjoying the soft weight of my tits through the shirt as his hands grope and fondle my ass through the jeans.  I manage to shift my weight to keep both his questing hands and eyes away from the gun but it's a hard thing as his hands roam further and further along my body.<br/><br/>I bite back both a groan and a snarl as he molests me,  “Ah, but thinking isn’t your strong point, is it?  We could really use some more white bitches around here.” he chuckles as he pops open several more buttons with one hand, inhaling my sweet scent as he buries his face again in my more exposed cleavage.<br/><br/><em>Damn</em>- I curse in my mind -<em>Of course I had to run into a gang leader horny enough to not care what Fichini would do to anyone who fucked</em>(literally or figuratively)<em>with one of his employees.</em><br/><br/>The gang is still leaving, though several grin apreciatevly as their leader fearlessly gropes the tall amazon woman.  There's too many for me to butt stroke this idiot like he deserves.  But he<em> did</em>order the gang away first, which gives me a chance.  Not a good one, but a chance.<br/><br/>I put on my best aroused and sultry mask, giggling as the stubble on his chin rubs against my smooth skin "Not here, hon." a quick jerk of the head to a nearby alley, in the opposite direction from where most of the gang is headed, it's dark depths perfect for what I'm going to have to do "In there.  We can have some fun, big boy."<br/><br/>Wraping my slim hands around his massive paws, I pull him slowly towards the alley mouth, mind a blur.  The plan was mainly fragged.  Caution, pure self preserving instinct, should have convinced them to go find some other shop keep to torment.  To not attempt to cross the big boys.  He hadn't bought it, at least not completely and I was in quite a bit of danger at the moment.  Just because he wanted me alone with him at the moment didn't mean he wasn't going to share his 'prize' with his men later and my summoned the image of me hand cuffed and thrown down across the hood of a car, each man taking their time with my helpless body.  Of a life in a hotel room, hands and feet bound to the filthy bed as an endless stream of foul rapists enjoying me.  The thoughts sent another icy chill racing up and down my spine.<br/><br/>But, if I could get him alone, away from the rest of them, my options opened up significantly.  I doubted he'd be satisfied with a simple fuck, and most certainly not with the customary blow or tit job I sometimes used leiu of money with informants.  But if he pressed, well, the cold weight of the .38 was reassuring against my side.<br/><br/>Pressing his hands to my tight ass I smile as I continue to drag him into the welcoming blackness, soft promise in my eyes "What do you want to do to me?" I whisper sexily.