Undercover Inferno

Chapter Four

“A party!, really Tasha, we have an investigation going on and you’re giving it up for some fancy dude’s party”,

“I don’t know what’s wrong with you, Xavier, but one party doesn’t mean I don’t take our parents’ murder seriously. You know it means the world to me, but my instincts tell me that one of the guests from that party knows something about these murders, because only someone insanely rich can cover up a serial killing to look like a low level gang fight”.

“It makes no sense Natasha , stop making it look like you are taking this seriously”,

“What do you mean? I am taking this case seriously”,

“Oh yes, as seriously as how you took the Herat case, right?”.

There was a long silent pause and the line went dead, Natasha screamed and hauled her phone across the room , she wrapped her hands round her knees and slowly slid down to the ground, a sweet floral scent and warm arms enveloping her brought her out of the darkness that was threatening to swallow her up, the same arms that held her when she returned from her failed mission at Herat, Afghanistan, Trixie.

She buried her nose in the crook of Trixie’s neck, inhaling deeply and then exhaling and trying with so much difficulty to not let the tears seep through her tightly shut lids, Trixie rubbed her hands soothingly down her back while comforting her, “Hey bestfriend, you know Xavier doesn’t mean what he says, he’s just being a jerk, he doesn’t want you to go to the party right?, let’s dress up and show him how right you are while having fun at the same time, nothing a good ol’ masked face party won’t solve, so what do you say?”.

Pulling her dark brown hair away from her face, she sniffed and replied, “Let’s get ready then”.

Two hours later , roughly 7:00pm, a black limo was parked outside Tasha’s apartment with a man in a suit with hands behind his back. It looked surreal, like something out of a movie with fancy high-class society citizens . Opening the back door to the limo, he made the customary bow and hand extended to show the way, an act the girls found totally unnecessary but didn’t say a word of refusal. With a whispered thanks and a nod of their heads, the girls got into the grand limo. Second after, the limo was already slowly cruising through town even though it looked a little bit out of place. There was a bottle of champagne and two glasses for them. Popping it, Trixie poured in little quantities in both glasses with glee on her face, “Cheers to us and a little bit of liquid courage to get through the night”, “You know there is barely any alcohol in that, right?”,Natasha asked, raising a brow at her dramatic friend,

“Then more liquid courage for me, since Miss knows it is all busy lecturing me”. With that, she downed both of the glasses, earning uncontrollable laughter from her best friend to which she rolled her eyes, a little banter here and there, and they were already at the hotel. Unfortunately, they had done good work with the decorating and all but with the full moon and all the majestic lighting, it gave an almost ethereal feel to it. Usually the event planner should arrive before a party to make sure everything was in place, but with her very reliable staff and adding that she was given an invite and needn’t dress professionally made her take more time and arrive when the party had already begun.

“Are you sure she’ll be here?”. Armando asked for the umpteenth time, so much that Romero had to clench his fist to prevent him whacking him across the head,

“James said they’d be here in approximately 5 minutes, so calm your high horses, Fratello, your lady will be here soon”, “How do I look?”, “ What in the world has gotten into you. She’s not even here yet, so how can I be sure you won’t s**t your pants when you finally ask her for a dance, hmm?, stop fiddling your tie before you choke yourself, you look good and smell good so where is my hot and confident bro ehnn?”.

That was like a wake-up call for him, making him relax , to look at his. He added, “Any second now”, noticing everyone’s eyes on the entrance and Romero’s grunt of admiration, he turned to see the two beautiful beings that had stolen the show .

One was a brunette with evenly tanned skin, the perfect color to behold wearing a tight bikini on a beach. She had on a long sleeved short silver dress with some kind of silver, frails on every corner that swayed as she sashayed, her neck was bare, with only the dress’ turtleneck to cover it, she had on a silver heel to match and adding to her already long legs, she became all legs for miles, her mask was a silver with golden hue that covered all the way to her nose leaving only her jaw and red lipstick coated lips to tease her audience.

The other lady was thicker, red hair, with glowing eyes and a seemingly permanent smile on her face, she had on an off-shoulder dress with a plunging neckline which showed a tiny part of well-rounded boobs, tiny hips and quite a huge ass. Her dark heels with long straps on her ass stood out, she had on a long silver necklace and a black feathered mask with only her plump lips painted a very dark brown showing.

Their differences made them more appealing, they were the image of a devil and an angel holding hands. These ladies were obviously not here for a charity party, they were here to cause trouble and that was definitely what they were doing, joined by the number of drooling males who had eyes on them and envious female eyes on them too. A nudge from Romero didn’t really pull him out from this one, “You know if you keep staring, another man of action will pick her up, I’m going to ask our hot and ravishing red-haired planner for a dance,. Good luck to you. You look like you’ll really need it”. That woke him up but Romero was already approaching Trixie to ask for a dance.

The girls had noticed all eyes on them the minute they stepped in but they didn’t pay attention to it, they were already used to it, their differences were always an attention-grabbing fact. One was tall, the other short, one slim, the other thick, one really fair, the other tanned. The only attributes that were not so different were their bosoms and asses, different food choices, different fashion senses, but it never hindered their friendship, so people could look all they wanted. Natasha first noticed the huge guy walking towards them. It turned out it was table 18. Romero, with his eyes stuck on Trixie, who was absent-minded with all her attention on the pastries and other refreshments, “Ladies, nice to meet you again, glad you could make it”, Trixie looked him over with really hungry eyes and slightly parted lips. He first took Natasha’s hands and placed a light kiss on her fingers and then turned to do the same to Trixie, but this time it was a longer peck, it was a wet kiss making her breath kick up more than a notch, almost a pant, still not letting go of her hand he asked,

“My beautiful lady, please can I have this dance?”, there was pure shock and surprise on Trixie’s face, but she still looked cute, which made a grin spread over his face.

Natasha almost thought she was on another planet with pink clouds and cupids, so she spoke up instead, “Of course she will, I’ll leave her in your care”, “But Tash..”, “I’ll be fine, I’m going to try the pastries and wine”. And with that she swayed towards the pastry and wine table, the main event was already done by the time they arrived, so it was just dancing and eating deserts, obviously the figure hunting young ladies in attendance would detest having to add extra calories by eating sweets so late at night so she could munch on as many as she wanted and no one would care or so she thought, “You’ve got frosting right there”, a deep silky voice breathed right through her neck , goosebumps spread through her body, apparently she was quite predictable cause he locked her arms tightly but made it look like they were dancing by the desert table, no matter how she tried to pull away, it felt like she was held by iron fist and for the first time in a long while she felt so many emotions in one , fear, excitement, caution and so many others she had rather not put a label to at the moment since their position was quite scandalous , he had his hands right under her breasts infact almost carrying it out of her dress, she had never been more grateful for wearing a turtle necked dress. He had somehow moved her hand backwards to hang around his neck while his other hand had somehow slithered down to her now exposed upper thighs. He almost showed her panties. “Easy there, showed Cucciola, you don’t mind us going all the way here now, do you?. I was just trying to help you wipe this off, so please calm down”, saying that he reached out his hands that were on her thighs. Using his thumb, he swipes off the frosting and, with the most erotic face expression possible and releasing her in the process, she turned to see who her assailant was and damn it to hell if it wasn’t the guy she was jerking off a few days ago. He was worth it, he was like a forbidden chocolate fountain that you could give up every reasoning for all to get a single bite of the sinful treat and face the consequences later. He had no mask on, it was hanging loosely on his neck, it gave off the same mysterious air as its wearer, he was impeccably dressed in a black tusk, his thin lips stretched in a tiny smile, lips she would so much love to taste,

"By all means please do”, “I said that out loud, didn’t I?”, all he's got was his pant-dropping laughter. “I am Armando Alonzo, owner of Alonzo businesses, may I ask for a little reciprocation from the lady”, “Tasha, assistant to Miss Cortez, the event planner”, “ Wow, that’s wonderful, then will it be too much to ask you grant me a dance?”. She barely had time to speak when he pulled her to the dance floor, one hand holding hers while the other firmly planted on her waist with both swaying to the cool blues playing, his hands slowly moved down to grip her ass eliciting a gasp from her, and so the dance continued, a casual brush against her breast, a grazing of his lips on her cheeks, a little touch here and there, by the end of the dance, Tasha was already a mess, cheeks flushed like she was drunk, her breathing and heartbeat a mess like she had just ridden a rollercoaster, but he still didn’t let go of her, instead, he pulled her closer to himself till there was no more space to be seen, she could feel his erection on her pelvis, she almost blacked out, she wasn’t a virgin, far from that, but if what she felt from this embrace was something to go by then his size was probably something massive, she could feel her thoughts running wild, distancing herself she took a glass from a waiter’s tray and downed it all in one go, and continued till she had about 4 of it, all Armando did was watch her with unveiled interest, soon another dance began and he pulled her back to continue dancing , from the dancefloor all the way to the emergency stairway on the first floor, she was too drunk to notice, he caressed her lips with his fingers and leaned in to press a kiss on her lips which she reciprocated ferociously holding his neck, Armando was surprised but didn’t refuse the kiss, just when things were getting better and hotter for the both parties, his phone rang, he ignored it the first time but it kept buzzing relentlessly, never had he been so annoyed by a call, peering at his phone screen, he let out a huge sigh , searching through his pocket, he picked a pen, rolled up her sleeves as far as it could go and wrote a short note on her wrist, pulled her in for another kiss before hurriedly taking her back to the dance floor, a quick look around showed him that Romero was already gone and he picked his pace and left.