Amanda Simmons, FBI-Petey

She also brought her left hand up and lightly scratched his shaven sack. The effect was almost immediate. He grabbed handfuls of hair with both hands, in case she had any ideas about pulling off and not swallowing his load. She had no intention of pulling off. In fact, as she felt the first contractions of his cock starting, she opened her throat and swallowed most of his length. He pumped five or six good thick jets directly down her throat, each punctuated by a guttural grunt and an upward thrust of his pelvis. These were followed by a few weaker spurts, which she swallowed just as easily. When he was done, she sucked the last remnants of cum from his dick and cleaned most of her saliva from his balls. She gave him another smile and one last kiss on the tip of his dick for good measure before standing back up and re-fastening her dress behind her neck.

A few furtive glances to each side told her that she had probably impressed both Vinny and Bobby a little too much. She could probably expect each of them to seek her out in a private corner at some point. No point worrying about that now, though. She would just have to deal with them when things came up, so to speak. Once again fully clothed, she asked Petey nonchalantly, "So, do you think I can make some more money around here?"

"Definitely," was the last whispered word she heard between his panting breaths as she headed back to the door, this time turning the knob from the inside.