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Nestor and his team seem so well…I mean organized?” I quickly changed the subject.
     
    “They are, or so they think they are. With Nestor asleep, and the jewels stashed in the hotel room, cozy and tucked away, his acolytes do what many young men typically do when the boss is not looking. They jack off, and look to have fun. That is why we must seize the moment.”
     
    I give him a quizzical expression. He must have read my apprehension.
     
    “Trust me, these types of things happen with even the most stringent of security protocols. Recently, the President of the United States security team was caught frolicking with prostitutes in Brazil, I think it was. We can pull this off”
     
    “We?” I scuffed incredulously.
     
    There was another knock.
     
    He gently shoved me towards the door. “Answer, and let him in,” Mark said, and reached into his pocket.
     
    He tossed me a small, clear vial about the size of my pinky fingernail. Inside was a clear liquid.
     
    “What is this?” I asked.
     
    “Knock out drops. Just place a little in his drink. Now go!”
     
    Mark walked over, entered the closet, and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
     
    Hurriedly, I put my clothes back on minus my bra and picked up the vodka. I opened my hotel door. My hair was askew, my supple breasts were exposed.
     
    Andrei had started to retreat to his room. There was a tattoo of a leopard on his broad back. Both his biceps had tattoos of barbed wire.
     
    “Hey!” I called out. “Where are you going handsome?” I flirted as I stood in the door with my blouse open, exposing peekaboo cleavage that made him stop in his tracks. He looked back and saw me. I wiggled my finger at him.
     
    “Come here, big boy.” I drawled coquettishly.
     
    He stared at my breasts. “What took you so long to answer the door? You got company? Where is vodka?” He asked in one long protracted breath like patience was not one of his virtues. His paper-thin lips were pink. They hinted at a snarl. That’s when I saw his cousin, Makar, standing inside their hotel room. He was barely visible in the lambent light. I thought I detected the metal briefcase still shackled to his wrist, and something else concealed in his other hand.
     
    “I could use some company. Why don’t both of you come over here. There is enough to go around.” I cooed in a breathily timbre and pushed my breasts forward. I was aware that one of my nipples had spilled out of my blouse. Just that fast, I had become the embodiment of a femme fatale. I had to possess those diamonds.
     
    The two Russians began to exchange dialogue in their foreign language. Then, Makar stuck his head out into the hallway, as if checking for something.
     
    Makar whispered from across the hall to me. “We have American money as you ask for. Can you foke both of us fast? “
     
    “Fuck both of us,” his cousin Andrei corrected and turned all the way around as if he was searching my face for an answer. He had sculptured six-pack abs that looked like a washboard. His pubic hair spread across his navel like silk spider webs.  
     
    I shook the half gallon of vodka out the door in my hand, as I wiggled my backside, and licked the rim of my top lip and threw him a sultry kiss. This was my quid pro quo.
     
    “Come over here… put your cock in my mouth and drink vodka. Hurry!” I said, like an enchantress and stuck my finger in my panties. I was already dripping wet, full of cum as I stroked myself.
     
    Both Andrei and Makar’s eyes bulged with lust as they watched me play in my pussy with the door cracked and a half a gallon of vodka in the other hand, tempting them, luring them with the duende of my wiles.
     
    Through the door, I could see Makar glance at his watch. He then said something to Andrei in Russian.
     
    Andrei turned to me with a blank stare and said, “I will come first. My comrade Makar would get into trouble if he were caught out the room. For such violation, he could face a