The ATAPAW Agency - 3 : The :Frat Party"

Bianca takes on her third assignment of the day. (This is Part 3 of the ATAPAW series, but it works as a stand alone story too).

Note: We don't have US style College fraternities here in the UK, but us British lads still know how to celebrate a birthday.

Story:
Acting is harder than it looks - especially when there is no script and no time for rehearsal, just an instant, live performance for an expectant and demanding audience.
But Bianca had a talent for it.
She had already pulled off two bravura role plays today and both had been received with a rapturous response.

First, there was Mr Crabbe.
A mature, middle aged businessman, with a very personal approach to staff recruitment.
He put her to the test and she had certainly proved herself capable.
And it was worth it - he knew how to handle a woman!
They enjoyed a sexy and creative session that left them both satisfied.

And then there was Gaz, a 20 year old security guard, working in a lingerie store where he spent his days surrounded by flirty, horny young girls, who were clearly "up for it" but who wouldn't shag him if he were the last man on earth.
They left him belittled and frustrated and he took it out on Bianca, showing her how he'd like to deal with them - taking his revenge and proving his manly prowess.
Unfortunately the lad didn't have the skills or experience to "get her motor running," but she played along, boosting his ego and praising his talents as though he were a young Casanova.

She was a real pro - in every sense of the word and, naturally her clients had paid her well, but she'd earned it.

She'd dressed to please
And stripped to tease.
She'd been spanked
She'd been wanked.
And, then she'd sucked
And, she'd fucked.

But now it was time to go home.
It had been a very busy day and
she was fully entitled to have a relaxing evening alone, or enjoy a night out with her friends.

However, an unexpected "ping" on her phone had offered her a new opportunity.
The organiser of an 18th birthday party, had just realised that he needed a sexy girl to make the celebrations complete.

It was a last minute request, but that was the speciality of the "Any Time Any Place Anywhere Agency" and party bookings always commanded premium rate.

Bianca could certainly use the money.
She worked out her fee and cancelled her plans.
She hit the "Accept" button to confirm the booking and went to her wardrobe to pick out the required costume.

She was going to perform an encore, after all.

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Party booking weren't without their risks.

Sending a pretty, sexy young girl into a room full of hyped up young lads, hell-bent on a good time was tempting fate, to say the least.
So the Agency weren't sending Bianca in alone. Her taxi stopped en route to pick up her colleague, Bruno.
He was an art student and a gentle soul, but he had the dark skin and muscular physique that made him look like a fearsome Zulu warrior.
He was her protection for the evening and she knew she was in safe hands.

The party was at a typical English student house.
It wasn't the kind of Hollywood mansion where (we're told) American fraternities hold their riotous bacchanalian orgies.
Instead it was simply an old, brick built terrace on a back street that needed a fresh coat of paint and a visit from a window cleaner.

The celebrations were clearly already in full swing, with disco lights flashing, music blaring and air thick with the scent of tobacco, alcohol and other substances.
Bruno thumped on the front door - hard enough to be heard over the din.
A skinny lad in a Nirvana tee shirt answered.
"Shit!"
He gaped in amazement and stepped outside, looking them up and down, laughing and admiring their outfits.
"That's brilliant.
God, you both look great.
Oh, I'm Jamie, by the way."

Bianca shook his hand.
"Of course. You made the booking, didn't you?"
She was professional and businesslike.
"I'm Bianca and this is Bruno."

Jamie tried to shake the Bruno's hand too, but the bigger man just looked down at him and snarled. He knew from experience, that the best way to avoid aggro with pissed up teenage boys was scare the hell out of them. And intimidating the host was always a good place start.

"What's the birthday boy's name?" asked Bianca, as though it was all just routine.

"Oh, yeah, of course, er George."

"And how will I recognise him."

"Oh he's an ugly cunt with no dress sense, you can't miss him."

"Don't use that sort of language in front of the lady." Bruno warned, even through he knew Bianca couldn't care less.

"Oh, er, sorry." He apologised to Bruno and then realised he should apologise to "the lady" too."
"George is the one in an England football shirt." He explained more politely.
"It's a joke because he's Scottish."
He laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, but stopped when he realised that neither Bruno or Bianca were joining in with the gag.

"Fine."
Bianca resumed her businesslike tone.
"Just tell them that we're here like we agreed earlier, yeah?
We'll take it from there."

Jamie nodded without another word and ran back into the house.

"Lads! Lads!"
He turned off the music in a panic.
"We're all fucked!
It's the police!"

All the other guests flew into a frenzy.
Even the most law abiding were convinced they were going to get nicked for something.
Two lads even rushed to the toilet to flush away their stash of drugs.

"All right, everybody freeze!"
Bianca shouted her command and everybody froze!

Maybe they were convinced by her policewoman's outfit - although the black leather shirt should have been a giveaway. Or maybe they were just intimidated by the stern, imposing figure of Bruno, beside her.
But whatever it was, the game was on and the lady had the floor.

She walked around the room, eyeing the boys with a superior air.
"We have received a number of complaints."
She paused for effect.
"About shouting.
About loud music.
And about drunken behaviour."
She paused once more.
"However... this is a party, after all and boys (she emphasized the word)... will be boys.
So if you just keep a lid on things..."

"Oh, oh yes, of course love..."
The boys were eager to placate the situation, but Bruno kept them on the back foot,
"It's Sergeant, to you son, not "love!" he bellowed into the spotty face of a geeky teenager.

"Thank you Constable." Bianca kept up the pretence.

"Very good Ma'am."
He cast his eyes around the room, sniffing suspiciously.
"Erm..."

"Yes, I can smell that too."
She turned to the boys.
"All of you. Turn out your pockets, I need to search you all for drugs."
It was Jamie's cue.

"Oh... shit!"
He shouted, like the worst am dram actor ever.
"I told you lads!
It's a bust!!"

"Oh no it's not!" declared Bianca, pulling her shirt open.
"This!
Is a bust!"

She threw her top to the floor.
She wasn't wearing a bra, so her firm, hard nippled, man-pleasing tits sprung out into the open air for every male eye to admire and no one was looking anywhere else!

The boys laughed and gasped and swore in amazement and surprise.
But no one made a move.
They were waiting to see what Bianca would do next.
She might have been a vulnerable topless girl in a room full of randy boys, emboldened by hormones and alcohol.
But there was no doubt that she was very much in charge.

She turned to Bruno.
"I've changed my mind Constable.
I think we should check this lot for weapons first.
There are lots of suspicious bulges in their trousers."

"I agree ma'am - I think they're a right bunch of "weapons" if you ask me."

Bianca addressed the lad nearest to her.
"You. Show me what you've got?"

He went pale.
"What... what me Miss... I mean Sargeant?"

"Yes! Unless you want Constable Bruno to arrest you."

"Oh, okay then."
He fumbled with his fly and pulled out his cock.

Bianca took a cursory glance, "Just a pea shooter - harmless enough." They both giggled.

And so she continued.
Checking the boys, one by one.

They might have felt a little embarrassed at getting their dicks out in front of their friends and receiving an insulting appraisal from a girl, but the girl was pretty and she was topless and standing close enough to allow them a marvellous view of her naked tits while she examined their cocks.

One lad got a bit overexcited and was already dripping precum when popped his out.
Bianca said it "Must be one of those Russian machine guns. What do them call them - an oozy, or something like that."
There were more laughs - she getting into her stride.

She moved onto the next one.
She dealt with him quickly, "Water pistol - you don't need a license for that."

Then it was Jamie's turn.
Standing there with a smug grin on his face.
"Ok, Sir open your trousers please." Bianca asked politely.

He snorted in response.
"Why doesn't your Constable drop his first? I bet we'd all like to see if the rumours are true."
It was a racial stereotype, but it was far from original and Bianca & Bruno were ready to deal with it.

"What rumour would that be?" she put her face close to Jamie's and stared him in the eye.
"Do you think that Bruno's got something long and thick and black and dangerous in his pants - because if you do then you're absolutely correct!"

She stepped back, "Show him Constable."

"My pleasure ma'am"
Bruno reached down to a hidden compartment deep in his trouser pocket and slowly pulled out a traditional policeman's truncheon.
Made of solid oak, painted black, eighteen inches long and three inches wide.
He slapped it menacingly against his palm.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Bianca threw the spotlight back onto Jamie.
"I'm sure my Sargeant would be happy to stick it up your arse, if you ask him nicely."

The other lads giggled, but Jamie just shook his head.
"Er no... no thanks."

"Very good "
Bianca smiled, restoring the party spirit.
"Well come along then - we haven't got all night, we're all waiting to see what you've got.
There's no need to be shy.
Why don't I get it out for you."
She didn't wait for a reply.

"Hey!" Jamie protested as the girl worked at his pants, but he loved the feeling of her soft hand grabbing and yanking at his dick.

"Well." Bianca eyed his cock quizzically, "Oh yes, I should have guessed - a starting pistol - loud and attention seeking, just like its owner!"

Everybody laughed, but Bianca whispered a sweet nothing into Jamie's ear to show that there were no hard feelings.

She moved on to the other guests, making more jokes as she completed her inspections.
She got her biggest laugh when she met Josh and his circumcised penis, "Bloody hell! He's packing a "sawn-off shotgun!"

She saved the birthday boy, George, till last.
He held his knob out as required and braced himself for a witty put down.
She took a good look.
"Oh my God - this boy's got an absolute cannon!"

That wasn't the kind of comment that he had been expecting.
His friends laughed and wolf whistled.

"I'm going to have to take him into custody for a thorough debriefing.
Follow me young man."

Bianca took George by the hand and led the stunned and confused lad out of the living room like a reluctant child and led him into a downstairs bedroom.

"Make sure we are not disturbed," she instructed Bruno, "I'm dealing with a very powerful weapon..."

"No problem ma'am," he patted his truncheon, "I don't think these young gentlemen will be any bother."

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"W, w, what's going on?" George was stunned.

Bianca locked the bedroom door behind them and spoke calmly, "Just sit down."
She took off her policewoman's hat, let down her hair and joined him on the bed.

"Look, I'm not a policewoman.
My name is Bianca, but you can call me B, if you like.
It's your birthday and I'm your present. All your mates clubbed together and here I am.
I can't stay all night, but we can have a little while together."

"Oh... Of course... that's why you're..."

Bianca nodded, "Yes, that's why I'm sitting here with my tits out."

"So... does that mean you're a... a whor..."

"Yes," she interrupted him again, "that's right. I'm a horny young girl that's here to give you a good time."

"Oh, and I thought those tight fisted sassenach bastards had just bought me this bloody England shirt!"
He pulled it off with a grin, then paused.
"What do I have to do then?
I've never had a present like this before."

"We can do anything you want. Obviously your friends are expecting us to have sex, but if you'd just prefer to talk that's okay too.
The lads will never know any different, I'll just tell them you fucked me like a stallion."

Geoege chuckled, "Well that's thoughtful of you, but I definitely want qto do more than just talk, it's just that..."

Bianca sensed that this was his first time.
"Why don't you just start with my boobs?"
She pulled his right hand to her breast.
"You haven't been able to take your eyes off them, since I took my shirt off."

He grabbed the soft flesh of her tits with both hands. Enthusiastically squeezing her mounds and roughly tweaking her nipples.

"Oooh, that's nice," she sighed encouragingly, "they like to be stroked too."

George followed her suggestion and began to caress her with more care and tenderness.
Bianca was pleased to see that he could follow instruction, "Ooo, that's even better."

She reached out and gently stroked his cock for the first time.
"Does that feel good too?"

"Oh my god... yes.
Oh hu, hu.. yes."
He was getting breathless, no one had ever done that for him before and it was rather overwhelming.
Fortunately Bianca had done it lots of times before and she new when a boy was close to the edge.

"Let's try this..."
She slipped down to the floor and took him in her mouth.

It was the greatest moment of his entire life.
Every nerve, every synapse, every fibre of his being was ignited by the miraculous, exquisite sensations generated by the genius girl sucking on the end of his dick.

She had only taken a few inches, but it was enough.
He was soon throbbing and pulsing in response to the myriad of magnificent urges she had stimulated within him.
He was on the edge of ultimate satisfaction and saw no reason to resist.
He surrendered to the power of Bianca's sensual suction and released his load.
Spurting and spunking without control.
Shooting the greatest load of his life, shouting and swearing in ecstasy.

Bianca took it all.
Proud of her work.
Not spilling a single drop from her mouth and swallowing it all down, like she always did.

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George took a moment to regain himself before thanked her nicely and beginning to pull up his trousers.

"What are doing?" Bianca asked.

"Getting dressed of course. I mean... We've done it haven't we?"

Bianca laughed, "We've only just started!
You were so excited that I had to suck you off before you came in my hand!
We don't have to finish yet."

"Oh, so we can still..."

"Yeah, we can still fuck, if you want to - I mean, I haven't even got my knickers off yet."

" Oh, okay.
Then what are we waiting for?"
George pushed his trousers and pants off and Bianca shed her skirt, before posing in nothing more than her black leather thong.
"Would you like to do the honours, sir?"

"Oh yes!"
George licked his lips and pulled that thong right off - stripping her bare, with wide eyes and shaking hands.
He loved the sight of her full, round arse and was intrigued by the soft feminine folds of her fanny - he had never seen one of those before (well not "in the flesh anyway).
"Is it okay if... erm... Can I touch?"

"Of course," she smiled, "you can do whatever you like."

It was quite an offer, but George thought he'd start with her bum - it seemed like the polite thing to do.

Her smooth cheeks felt great beneath his palms as he circled her buttocks stroking and fondling firmly.

"Ooh, that feels good." Bianca intoned, "You can give it a little slap too if you like."

"Really?"
He gave a tentative smack.

"Yeah, some girls don't like it, but I think it's hot - you can do a bit harder, I won't mind."

He did and it was fun.
He wasn't hitting her hard but it was making her flinch and squeal in such a delightfully sexy way.
He could feel his cock getting hard again.

He turned his attention to her twat.
Handiling it with more caution than her bum.
Gently exploring - discovering the folds and crevices.
Noting the moisture and the scent.
Venturing a fingertip between the secret lips.

Bianca lay back, breathing deeply and allowing him to examine her, letting out a sigh or a gasp whenever he happened upon a good spot, through trial and error.
She allowed him to play for a while, before giving him a clue.

"Get the dot thing... up there... yes... ooh that's it... that's the best."

"Is that what they call the G spot?" he asked.

"No it's my clit.
It's really sensitive - like your dick.
Can you rub around there for a while... oh yeah... good boy."

He did as she asked, although it felt rather foolish and he even dared himself to lick her slit when Bianca surprised him with such a bizarre suggestion.
But she must have enjoyed it because she her pussy got nice and wet and she asked the greatest question he had ever heard.
"Do you want to fuck me now?
I'm ready."

Of course he wanted to - he ready as well!
Bianca lay back, invitingly spreading her legs and raising her knees to welcome his cock inside her.

Naturally, they had to pause whilst she made sure George rubbered up, but the she had brought a supply of condoms. She swiftly rolled one down his sturdy shaft with such great skill that it did nothing to spoil the moment.

Fully prepared, he shuffled up between her thighs, revelling in her nakedness and enjoying the sight of her heaving, hard nippled tits beneath his chest.
But her tits weren't the only thing he wanted now.
He wanted her pussy.
He needed it.
He just had to find it!
He knew it was down there somewhere - out of sight - between their naked, sweating bodies.

He worked his hips.
Prodding and probing with his dick.
Searching for her slit.
Trying to find a way in.
It shouldn't be this difficult, should it?

He had hoped that he could prevent Bianca from guessing that he was a virgin, but he knew that there was no denying it now.
No, certainly not.
He felt her hand grasp his cock, "Let me help," and steer it towards its target.

He pushed forward and slid in smoothly.
Parting her soft, wet, yielding lips and feeling the warm hug of a woman's pussy around his rod for the first time.
It was bliss.
Sheer bliss and he instinctively began rocking up and down, penetrating ever deeper within her.

"Oh yes.
Go on George.
That's it.
Keep going.
Just find a rhythm.
That's it."
Bianca coached her boy gently.
"Now I don't want you to be alarmed, but I'm going to shout and scream for a bit.
You aren't doing anything wrong, so just keep shagging me, okay - yeah just like that - keep on going.
I want your friends to hear me, so they all know what a great stud you are."

George didn't really understand what she meant, but he didn't mind. She was letting him fuck her and that was all that mattered.

"Oh god.
It's so big"
She yelled, making sure the other lads could hear her.
He humped her with all his might.
"Oh yeah... yeah.
George, George! You're really stretching me.
Oh... oh... oh... aaah!
Turn me over!
Do me from behind!"

He pulled out while she bent over the edge of the mattress, presenting herself further pounding.
"You're doing great," she whispered, "now fuck me good and hard, till you cum inside me, okay?"

"Yeah... but," George was unsure why she changed her position, "do you want it up the bum?" he asked quietly

"No, we might do that some other time, but just do me in my pussy tonight.
I like it from behind."

He was happy to oblige and he could see his target clearly this time. He slid in with confidence and started to rut her doggy style.

"Oh yeah, that's so good."
Bianca continued to play to the audience in the next room, panting and praising.
"Go on now... deeper... harder...faster... "

George was giving her all he had.
Enjoying the new angle.
Feeling a new manly power as he shunted the girl back and forth across the bed with the strength of his fucking.
She was his to use, and he took his pleasure, clawing her back, mauling her tits and slapping her arse.

Bianca squealed in approval, but "bigged him up to his mates" by shouting.
"Ow... oh shit that hurts... fuck... stop it to bastard," and then pretending to succumb to his prowess and moaning, "No no that's perfect... give it to me... don't stop."

He didn't want to stop, but he knew he couldn't last long.
Her tight twat and mucky mouth had him in turmoil.
He was close to the edge.
Wishing he could fuck that beautiful babe forever, but desperate for the ecstasy of release.
Striving to delay his climax, but longing for it to crash over him.

Every push, every pull, every slight movement of his cock within her, drove him closer to the precipice.
Until...
The vinegar stroke.

George couldn't help but cry out in delight and Bianca yelled with him, faking her orgasm, but making sure that everybody heard her.

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George was full of thanks as he began to dress again.
"That was the best thing ever B.
Thank you so much.
Wow" he gasped.
"Oh er, was I okay?
You did like it too, didn't you?"

"Yes," she turned away from her make up mirror and smiled, "you did really well for your first time."

"Oh... was it that obvious?"

"Only to girl like me." she smiled.
"You were fine once you'd found your way into my vaj."

"Yeah," he giggled, "that was embarrassing."

She looked him straight in the eye.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Everybody feels awkward the first time - especially if they know all their mates are listening in the next room."

"Thanks," he grinned, " and you certainly gave them plenty to listen to."

"Look, I know what lads are like and best mates or not, they'll be dying to take the piss and joke that you came to soon or just couldn't get it up at all.
That's why I wanted to make sure they all heard us, so you can tell them you fucked me royally, okay."

"Okay... thanks."
He bit his lip nervously.
"I was wondering, if we could...maybe... perhaps... do it again sometime.
I'd like to be able to make you scream for real."

"Yes, I'd like that too." she enthused.
"You can always contact me through the Agency, just ask for Bianca." She handed him a business card.

"Yes," he nodded, "I'll do that, thanks and , er, do you do student rates? You know, we're always short of money."

"No," she shook her head, "I don't think so. The Agency handles all the financial stuff - but I can always give a few "extras" to my favourite customers - they'll never know.
She have him a hug and a kissed him on the cheek, leaving bright red lip stick mark on his face.
"Oh that gives me an idea..."

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They were both bare from the waist up when they returned to the party room.

Bianca pretended be exhausted with her hair in disarray, her make up smeared and her tits shining with sweat and saliva.

George meanwhile strutted in like a conquering hero.
His cheeks and chest littered with lip stick prints, left by his lover during their moments of passion.
He enjoyed the adulation of his friends as they all whooped and hollered and exchanged high fives, declaring that he was "the man".

Bruno passed Bianca the policewoman's shirt that she'd thrown to the floor earlier.
She slipped it, but didn't bother to button it up - why should she?

"Well lads, it's about time Bruno and I left, but I'll tell you what - I don't know about Loch Ness, but young George has certainly got a Scottish monster down below!"
(That might not have been true, but "what the hell" it was the lad's birthday after all!)

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Their work done, Bianca and Bruno climbed onto the backseat of the taxi to set off on their way home.

"How to did you get on with the lads while I was gone?" she asked.

"Oh nothing I couldn't handle - they were just kids after all, weren't they?
How did you get on with George - sounded like you had to fake it."

"Yeah, but, like you say, it was nothing I couldn't handle. He just a kid too, isn't he?"

They sat in silence for a moment and Bianca snuggled closer to her friend, nuzzeling her head into his deep muscular chest.
"You know?
That's the second "kid" I've had today.
I think I could do with a real man next."

"Well," Bruno looked down at her pretty face, "I've got wine chilling in the fridge, your favourite pizza in the oven and clean sheets on the bed, if you're interested."

She gave him a contented hug.
"I thought you'd never ask...
That pizza might need to wait until breakfast though."

It was only a few minutes later when the taxi arrived at Bruno's flat and he took her in his big, strong arms to carry her up to his bedroom.
He threw her down on the duvet and began to pull off her clothes Bianca shouted.
"Stop!
There's something I have to do first!"

She reached into her handbag to find her mobile.
She needed to text the Agency.
She wouldn't be taking any more bookings for the next 24 hours at least.
Her pussy was going to be busy...