Page 37 of Gypsy Angel

Viper feasted on her lips as he continued to fuck into her from behind. Using his free hand, he gripped one of her hands and guided it to her clit, both of them teasing her clit as he continued to fuck into her. He groaned against her lips when he felt her hips meeting him thrust for thrust the best that she could from her position.

Feeling that telltale sign of his impending orgasm, but needing her to get there first, Viper pushed Diesel down on to the bed, smacked both her ass cheeks hard then fucked into her pussy hard as one hand reached around and started teasing her clit. On the third thrust, she screamed his name as she came all over his cock, her pussy putting his cock on lockdown, sending him over that same cliff as he came hard, both of them shaking from the intensity of their orgasm.

“I’m never letting you go!” Viper murmured into Diesel hair as he stayed connected to her, pulling her into his embrace as he drifted off to sleep.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Everyone wound up convening in the dining room around noon the next afternoon. Highlander and Viper had made brunch for everyone. Highlander placed a plate of bacon on the table before sitting down next to his wife. York set up the large screen laptop up on the bar facing the table so that everyone could see it as well as be seen when the time came for their morning briefing, as they ate. Five minutes after the group had officially settled down to eat, Captain Irby came on the screen from the conference room back at HQ while the second side of the screen showed Oz, Taz, Peaches and Phoenix showing up from the safehouse that they were staying at nearby. A third box showed Sgt. Brocard from the location she was at doing the day observation of the club.

“Good morning, everyone.” Captain Irby started. “Taz, Peaches and Phoenix, I’ll try to make this quick so you four can get some shut eye.”

“No worries, Cap.” Phoenix Duong stated just before yawning.

“Diesel, we got some good photos that are being sent out to you guys and the captain as we speak. Oz is working on facial recognition as we speak. He’s got an alarm to notify him if anything hits while we’re in the meeting.” Taz informed Diesel and the rest of the group.

“No worries. If I recognize anyone when I look at them, I’ll let y’all know. How did it go for you guy’s last night?”

“Well, we can say this for sure. For a new club that’s only been here for a month at the least, they were hopping. Granted it’s L.A. and all new clubs get to hopping, but we’re talking crazy amounts of people. Some were pissed they were turned away. I’m guessing they have to have a certain look or be invited.” Savannah ‘Peaches’ Wahlers commented, trying to hide her yawn on screen.

“Could it be a combination of both? Have to have some kind of invite and some kind of look?” Pratt asked, looking around the room at her group.

“Well, I can say that you four women will have that look once you get dressed up in your gear. I think Diesel will be your invite. Once her brother knows she’s outside, he’ll have you four pushed to the front of the class.” Taz nodded her head at her teammates and Showalter. “I’ve seen the photos of you four from back in the day. The only difference is Pratt’s tits are bigger since her pregnancies, but other than that, you four will knock every man on their ass.” Taz winked at Pratt as she gave a cheesy grin to Highlander.

“Have you four worked out what you’re going to do tonight?” Captain Irby asked, deliberately leaving the men out of that statement, knowing how her girls worked.

“Yeah. We have, Captain.” Diesel said somewhat hesitantly looking over at her team there.

“And?” Captain Irby smirked as she obviously looked between the three men sitting at the table.

“First, Taz, did you Phoenix or Peaches or any of the night team notice any watchdogs or someone who kept an eye on things more than usual?” Diesel asked, shifting in her seat slightly.

“Yeah, now that you ask. They actually had people on their roof top balcony, several stationed around the club, and along the line. We noticed that several of the guys along the lines were even able to pull people out and say no to them about getting into the club. They have some serious security, that’s for sure. Sarge how is it looking your way this morning?” Taz asked her team leader as she stretched.

“For a club that is closed, they have a lot of activity this morning. Not sure if it’s just this morning since it’s a weekend morning or if it’s this way all the time. Diez, I know you want to get this ball rolling, but I seriously think we need to step back for a few days and observe so we can get a better idea of how this club runs. We have no one inside. There are too many variables going on right now.” Sargent Brocard advised her teammate. “But I understand if you don’t want to wait. This is your call.”

“Were you able to get photos of the person or people that you’ve noticed so far this morning?” York asked after watching Diesel’s facial expressions that she goes through while thinking.

“Yes. I’ve sent them over to Oz just now and I’m sending to the rest of you.”

“What times does the club shut down?” Pratt asked, leaning forward to place her elbows on the table as she crossed her arms.

“The club shut down at four am. The ones we figured as employees left the club shortly after six am.” Peaches answered with another yawn.

“How many club employees did you count?” Pratt asked in confusion as she looked at the women in her group.

“What’s wrong lass?” Highlander asked, looking over at his wife.

“We counted eight. We’re thinking at least two bartenders, and the rest were waitresses or whatever. But not having been inside the club, it’s hard to say who did what and where.” Peaches responded as she leaned her head from side to side as if stretching her neck.

“Hey guys, sorry for interrupting, but did you ladies last night notice more than likely who they said no to?” Oz asked, jumping in as he watched a few of the videos that the teams had sent him.

“They denied the women with men involved in their group.” Showalter answered without looking up from her phone. “This can cause a problem unless we can get the men to look like they belong.”

“And how do you assume we do that?” Viper questioned, his eyes narrowing at Showalter as he sat back down.

“Oooh la la, I’ll finally get to see my man’s ass in leathers!” Pratt clapped her hands as she grinned evilly at her husband.

“Come again?” Jacko asked, looking around the room at the women with slight fear in his eyes.

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