firing squad.”
“Firing squad?” I retorted, aghast as I thought of the diabolical Nestor and his sinister mind.
“Perhaps I will come over there next?” I said to Makar who was standing in the doorway. He still had the briefcase shackled to his wrist. I could also make out the outline of a gun in his other hand.
“Hurry, come to me.” I said to Andrei, like we were old lovers. He hesitantly walked into my luxurious hotel suite.
Chapter Six
Venous Fly Trap
Cautiously, Andrei walked into my suite. He sniffed he air, and must have smelled the humid scent of my sex. It aroused him like an aphrodisiac, because he crinkled his aquiline nose at me and give my body a venturous look as if I was about to be his prey.
“You have glass to pour vodka?” he said, and walked up to me and squeezed my breast, then my backside.
I purred like a kitten and pushed my ample breasts up, thrusting them at him to facilitate his carnal lust. He sniffed me again. The scent of my sex must have been louder than I thought. He placed his lips on my neck and I could feel the coarse stubble on his face as it brushed across my earlobe. That’s when I happened to look in the mirror. I saw the closet door ajar where Mark was hiding. Something flashed like a piece of metal inside the closet. Andrei must have seen it too, because he suddenly moved away from me and walked towards the closet as he reached for the gun at his side.
“Hey baby, what’s wrong?’ I asked with a voice filled with panic.
Andrei cut his eyes at me, then to the closet door suspiciously, as he approached it.
I hurriedly took off my clothes, stepped out of my panties, and picked up a squat glass off the table. The whole time, my heart was sledgehammering inside my chest. There was about to be a gun battle or worse, if Andrei opened the closet door.
I rushed over to him with my pendulous breast swinging, and threw my body against his, lassoing one arm over his shoulder.
“Andrei, what is wrong with you? You’re scaring me.” I said.
With his toe, he eased the door open and leveled his gun inside the closet. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against his body as I tried my best to pull his attention from the door. It opened wider. There was nothing at first, then I looked down and saw Mark’s foot. He was standing at the side of the closet.
“Now are you satisfied?” I asked with a tremor in my voice.
He gave me a wary shrug, but he was still trying to peer into the closet. I kissed him with so much passion that it felt like I was going to suck the palate out of his mouth. That got his attention. I steered him away from the closet and over to the couch. The entire time, I kept my tongue in his mouth. We stopped and pivoted. I came up for air and stole a glance in the closet. I could see Mark’s silhouette. His hand was moving like he was gesturing. Then I remembered the vial in my hand that he had given me.
The knock out drops.
“Let me pour you a drink?” I asked Andrei with a generic smile.
He was too busy fondling my breasts, then he did something that really threw me off balance. I was unprepared for it when he pushed me back onto the couch and began to lick on my breast.
“Baby, don’t you want a drink first, then I can please you in any way you like,” I cajoled.
“No, I have to hurry. Makar is next,” he insisted, and I realized that he was correct.
I was in a quagmire. Andrei’s tongue made a foray down to my midriff for a brief siesta at my navel. Then he drove it all the way home. He spread my legs wide and buried his tongue so deep in my pussy, it felt like he was trying to suck out my fallopian tube. My toes curled. I was not prepared for him to eat my pussy like I was a full course gourmet meal, and he was starved. The loud lapping sounds resonated, echoing through the room. I was so embarrassed, I know Mark was in the closet watching, but
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