SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E09) 🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“THE RED WOLVES”
Sonte’s Pov
Sontee: You’re not having hearing problem, are you? I said SCRAM. We’re done. You’re no longer required here. LEAVE NOW!!
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Abushe: Okay, I’ll leave. But at least let me clean up first.
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Sontee: (yelled) I DON’T CARE!! JUST LEAVE ALREADY!!
I scowled. In the dead silence, he gave me a stern look for a while before getting out of my bed, stark naked. Then, he walked towards his clothes, his phallus dangling between his chiseled thighs as he moved. At first, I wanted to look away, but the sight of his phallus, moving forward and backward, was fascinating. Moreover, his walking posture and chiseled figure were even more fascinating, especially his dark hips, which moved from side to side. I couldn’t resist, watching him as he walked briskly to pick up his clothes from the floor, which also gave me an opportunity to observe him bending low, his intimate area fully came into focus, unaware of my gaze.
First, he wore his underwear, then draped his shirt over his right shoulder. Next, he slipped into his trousers, with his back turned in the opposite direction from me. After that, he put on his shirt and turned around to look at me with the same gentle, subtle expression he always wore, but I looked away immediately, biting the side of my lip. With the thought that he would leave after dressing, he stood looking in my direction with his hands deep in his trouser pockets. God! I despise it when people don’t understand. As far as I’m concerned, he’s getting on my nerves.
I looked at him and snapped.
Sontee: What the hell are you still waiting for?
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Abushe: I know that’s what you want but…
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Sontee: (interrupts) Yeah! That’s what I want. So, GET OUT!
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Abushe: Sure! But first, I’ve got something important to tell you and it is crucial that you listen.
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Sontee: Do I care about that? I literally don’t give a damn about your crucial words. It’s better you don’t say a word because I’m not going to listen to everything you say. As far as I’m concerned, you’re freaking me out already. So, leave my apartment now or I’ll do it myself, and you won’t like it. Don’t push me!
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Abushe: (frustratingly) Bring it on!
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Sontee: (snorts and bit her lips angrily) !?
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Abushe: (pissed) BRING IT ON!! What’s your problem?
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Sontee: (snorts) My problem is that I’M SICK OF YOUR PRESENCE HERE……
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Abushe: Shut the fuck up!
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Sontee: Who do you think you’re to say that to me in my apartm……?
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Abushe: I said ‘SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!’ Just who do you think you are? Huh? Mike Tyson, Anthony Joshua, or Tom Cruise? You think you can humiliate anyone? Why don’t you take a deep breath and listen to what I have to say first? But you won’t spare me a second to hear what’s on my mind. I know what your problem is: ‘YOU’RE SO FULL OF YOURSELF AND YOU’RE NOT WORTHY OF LOVE OR RESPECT’. I wonder how your parents managed to raise you. If you must know, you need to take humility pills to bring down your stupid pride, pronto!
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Sontee: ARGH!
Angered by his statement, I snarled and got off the bed to grab my night robe from the wardrobe. Tightening the rope of my robe, I felt my legs shuddering as I couldn’t stand properly due to the intense lovemaking. But blinded by rage, I went ahead to slap him across the face, which resulted in a very loud sound that made him stumble. Then, I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, staring intently into his blue eyes as I lashed out at him, almost in tears.
Sontee: HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU BRING MY PARENTS INTO THIS? You have no idea what I’m capable of doing. You’ve no idea what I’ve been through. If you did, you wouldn’t have the balls to speak to me like that. I can deal with you because you’re no exception to those who cross their boundaries. If the sex we had gave you the courage to speak to me like this, that was a cheap thrill, a meaningless fuck. Speaking of which, you didn’t have permission to release inside me. My womb isn’t a disposable container for your orgasm. So, why did you ejaculate inside me? WHY?
I asked while pushing him to the back. His response only fueled the rage boiling within me.
Abushe: I apologize, but I’ll not tolerate any more of this. I’m choosing to leave this situation and prioritize my own wellbeing. I’m outta here.
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Sontee: Yeah, yeah! That’s what I wanted minutes ago. Get out!
I scowled and opened the door, gesturing for him to leave my room immediately, which he didn’t hesitate to do.
Sontee: GO TO HELL, IDIOT!
I yelled at the top of my voice and slammed the door behind him as soon as he left my apartment. Then, I burst into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I gulped it down, emptying the bottle. In frustration, I threw the bottle against the wall and scattered some utensils on the floor. Just then, I heard knocks on the door of my apartment. Out of frustration, I snarled loudly.
Sontee: I DON’T CARE WHO’S AT THE DOOR! BUZZ OFF OR I’LL MAKE SURE YOU END UP IN A WHEELCHAIR FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!
With my aggressive tone, I knew nobody would dare to be confident, but before things got worse, I burst into my room to take bromide, a drug I take to calm myself quickly whenever I’m feeling frustrated, depressed, or worried. After taking the medication, I sat on the bed, palmed my forehead with my elbows on my thighs, and took a very deep breath with my eyes closed, then I went ahead into the restroom to have my bathe.
Immediately after my bath, I emerged from the restroom to rearrange the bed when I noticed the floor was stained with little blood. Taken aback, I sat on the bed gently, looking at it intently as I recalled the intense lovemaking we shared moments ago. Remembering it, a wave of regret surged through my body as I realized I had let sexual desire blind me, leading to the loss of my virginity. I felt regret for letting things go so far, even more so for kicking the poor guy out of my apartment so aggressively. I shouldn’t have done that, knowing how wrong it is. However, it’s also important to acknowledge that he crossed his own boundaries, which contributed to the situation escalating.
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Omni-Pov
As the sun shone down on Yonge Street, one of the longest streets in Canada, people bustled about, moving from one side to another. Car horns blared, and birds soared above, filling the air with noise. In that moment, every living creature was engaged in their natural pursuits, each acting on their own instinct and nature. In the heart of the street, a large building stood tall, with a skull and crossbones sign emblazoned on its rooftop. While some believe this sign represents death, others see it as a symbol of danger, each interpreting it through their own understanding.
Inside the building, thunderous cheers and contagious laughter mixed with mockery and praises filled the air. Men stood around an octagon, their bodies marked with red tattoos. They were the notorious “Los lotos rojos,” a gang known as “The Red Wolves.” The gang had a reputation for terrorizing the city with gruesome and violent acts, using intimidation, retaliation, and control to get what they wanted. Many reports had been released about the gang’s activities.
Daily reports of gang violence intimidates the people, with many civilians ending up in hospitals. Some reports suggest that “The Red Wolves” members may be force to participate in violence, like beatings, to prove their loyalty. However, there are no reports of “The Red Wolves” members murdering civilians in the city. They only slay when necessary, to protect themselves from rivals or threats. They’re growing in numbers every day, making it hard for the Canadian police to catch them. But, the FBI is investigating to prevent their violent reputation and alleged crimes from causing widespread of fear and condemnation.
However, the air was pulsed with energy and sweat, and the smell of excitement hung over the men as two opponents, a tall and short man, thick and muscular in shape, fought each other in the octagon. They were incredibly fast and skilled, like UFC fighters, but with no clothes on except for baggy trousers and boots. No gloves, no rules – just a fierce battle between the two. For over twenty minutes, the two opponents had been exchanging thunderous hits, each seeking the other’s downfall by any means necessary. But neither opponent was ready to give up, as they charged at each other in a fierce competition, refusing to back down.
As they clashed, the tall fighter threw a powerful jab at his opponent, despite the fierce and bloody competition. His opponent slipped, avoiding the impact, and countered with a powerful uppercut that caught him off guard. The punch landed with a loud “CRACK” and sent the tall fighter’s head snapping backward, stumbling, with blood oozing from his mouth. The men erupted in thunderous cheers, shaking the room with their voices. Before the tall fighter could recover, the short fighter threw a precise jab at his defenseless opponent’s throat. The punch landed with another loud “CRACK”, breaking his hyoid bone and paralyzing him. He fell flat on his back, head tilted back, with blood profusely oozing from the side of his lips.
The thunderous cheers stopped abruptly after the downfall, replaced by suspenseful silence as eyes fixed on the defeated fighter. But the victorious competitor stood tall, bracing himself for what’s next, his face bruised and battered. After a moment, he raised his arms in triumph, shouting victoriously, and the crowd outside the octagon erupted in cheers and praises. Unbeknownst to them, the defeated fighter lay lifeless on the floor, as the celebration continued and the air was pulsed with excitement.
Inside the same building, in a nearby room, sultry moans and grunts filled the air as a member of “Los Lotos Rojos” with a bald head and his teenage lover, a street prostitute, who is enough to be his sister, were engaged in a sexual intercourse on the bed – in a cowgirl position as the atmosphere was heavy with passion and desire. His thighs parted on the bed, he gently touch and explore her shoulder blades, creating a sense of sexual connections. On her part, she rides his phallus, and twirled her waist in a gentle slow-paced movement with her head tilted back, mouth agape and eyes closed, swept away by sensational pleasure.
Despite the slow and passionate pace of their intimate moment, the tension was palpable as the lovers’ bodies quivered with anticipation, and the air was filled with sounds of ragged breathing. Her sultry moans increasingly fill the air whenever her partner achieve deep penetration with all-consuming agility. Moving her waist rhythmically on his intimate area, with a feeling of having him hitting every angles inside her, she tilt her face down. Her partner head snapped backward, they exchanged look, staring deeply into each other eyes, slightly seductive gaze while she cradled the back of his neck with her arms.
Soon, she increased the pace of her gentle, slow-paced movement and her teardrop boobs juggles up and down as he press his palms against her juicy backside, applying gentle pressure and warmth, making her to squirm abruptly – her voice cracked with pleasure as she let out a crying moan. Overwhelmed by her body response, he trace pattern on her thighs with his hands, building anticipation and pleasure before stroking her neck with his finger tips, sending shivers down her spine.
His touch ignited a fire within her, her crying moan a testament to the intensity of their sexual connection. Her crying moan was music to his ears as he knew he was bringing her immense pleasure. He was also swept away by pleasure as he nuzzle his head and face against the partner’s neck, savoring her boobs with sensual kisses to bury his moans. The air pulsed with energy, heats and desires as the smell of overwhelming desires hung over them, the sounds of smacking flesh reverberate the room.
Meanwhile, up here in a large room beautified with furniture and colorful paints, it’s dimly lit and has a big open space that can fit fifty people. Even with that, there’s still space for more. In the middle of the room, there’s a big pool in a circular shape. The room’s beauty alone shows the owner’s status. The decorations and wall photos reveal their lifestyle. However, the room is guarded by strong men with red tattoos on their hands and faces – two at the door, three in the center of the room, looking through the windows.
They wore their dress code: armless leather red jackets with a wolf skull and crossbones sign on the back, paired with dark baggy jeans. “Red Wolves” was written above the wolf skull, signifying their gang affiliation. However, they were the gang’s soldiers, not just members. The room reeked of weed, and the air was thick with the smell of alcohol. Guns, cash, cards, and dice were scattered across a large table. Additionally, fresh green weed was stored in a nylon bag with empty bottles on the table, a testament to the gang’s lifestyle.
A slim lady with multicolored hair, featuring long blonde styled in pigtails with vibrant blue and pink dye at the ends, walked into the room. She carried a large tray laden with two types of drinks: whiskey and cognac, accompanied by two long glass cups. Her striking appearance immediately captured the attention of the gang’s soldiers as she entered the room. She wore a short-sleeved, round-neck crop top paired with distressed light blue jean shorts, showcasing her eclectic style.
On top of the half-red, half-white crop top, she wore a light red jacket. Two sharp axes were holstered on the sides of her bum shorts as she walked sexily in her heels, her waist swaying gracefully from side to side. Seeing her move with such poise, one of the gang’s soldiers in the center of the room drooled and scratched his lower region, his eyes filled with lust. This prompted the lady to blow him a kiss, which formed a smile on his face flirtatiously, and he winked at her.
She paused in her walk and gently placed the large tray on a glass table. Then, she opened one of the drinks and turned it upside down, pouring it into the glass cups. Soon after, she said, ‘This is your drink, boss!’ and handed it over to a lady with a yellow bob cut, who was lying flat on her front on a high medical bed, stark naked, while being massaged by an on-site massage therapist she had hired. As the massage therapist used a combination of effleurage and petrissage techniques to ease the tension in her shoulders, she collected the glass cups from her and asked in a moanful voice.
Marissa: Ohh.. I’ve been waiting for this, piper. What took you so long?
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Piper: Sorry I kept you waiting, boss. I had an urgent bowel movement.
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Marissa: Could you apply more pressure on my knots, MT?
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MT: Sure ma’am!
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Marissa: Oh, yeah! So, how bad was it, P?
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Piper: Believe me. You don’t want to talk about it, boss. (laughs maniacally) HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
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Marissa: I presume that was a big explosion from you?
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Piper: (laughs maniacally) HA HA HA HA HA! OH MY GOD.. YES!
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Marissa: Gross! Have the glasscup!
Marissa handed the glass cups with drinks still inside to her and heaved a sigh of relief from the pressure the massage therapist was applying. The massage therapist was gently squeezing and rolling her arms and legs to relax the muscles. Next, she focused pressure on the shoulders and neck to target trigger points, making marissa moan out of relief. Marissa lay confidently on the bed, grinning from ear to ear. Piper, her personal bodyguard, dropped the glass cup back onto the tray and pulled out her two axes from the holster, sharpening them against each other. She questioned marrissa, who was lost in a sea of sensational pressure from the gentle massage she was getting at the moment
Piper: Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?
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Marissa: (Recalling and snarling) Argh, Camellia Jones! Whatever her name is. That ungrateful being thinks she’s a big shot now. She thinks I’m nothing to her anymore. Associating with affluent and influential people, she now believes she doesn’t need me anymore. Like I’m trash because she’s successful and known among men and women. Camellia spat on my million-dollar face and called me a piece of shit in public with her new rich friends. ARGH, CAMELLIA! After everything I’ve done for you, Camellia. I treated you more than a friend. Without me, you’re nothing, Camellia. I took you out of the mud and placed you on top of the world. (Laughs wickedly) HAHAHA!!! Oh, Camellia, after you reached the top, I’m now nothing but a piece of crap in your eyes.
Piper: Why don’t you worry less, boss?
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Marissa: Great! She wants me to worry less. Appreciate your advice, piper. I’ll definitely try to worry less.
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Piper: YES!!
Piper beamed, raising her hands and arching her back to the side in a childish gesture. Then, Marissa yelled at her soon after her comment and display, which made the MT stop. But her outburst didn’t shake an inch off Piper.
Marrissa: WHY SHOULD I WORRY LESS AFTER SHE DISGRACED ME IN THE PUBLIC YESTERDAY? COUNT YOURSELF LUCKY THAT YOU’RE MY BODYGUARD. IF NOT, OHH, I’D HAVE ENJOYED THE PLEASURE OF WATCHING YOU SKINNED ALIVE BY ONE OF THIS MEN!!!
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Piper: Relax, boss! Wouldn’t I have a reason for saying that?
Piper asked confidently, pulling her phone out of her jacket pocket and abandoning her axes. After a moment, she swiped through her smartphone and handed the phone to marissa, displaying a red location pin pulsing on a digital map.
Piper: Take it, boss!
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Marissa: Okay, what am I supposed to do with it?
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Piper: (folds her arm, legs slightly apart) Our target! Hahaha, that’s surprising, isn’t it?
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Marrissa: (stern look) ??
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Piper: Of course, it’s not surprising. Not even funny. (serious tone) As I said earlier, it’s our target. During my years as a bodyguard, I’ve acquired some tracking devices that I usually take with me whenever we go out, so if anything goes wrong, I can use them to track down someone or something. After what happened between you and Camellia yesterday at the event, I knew you weren’t just going to let her go scot-free under the circumstances. Unbeknownst to her and her friends, I slipped a tracking device into her handbag, which she carries most of the time, unnoticed.
Hearing that, Marissa rose, and the angry expression on her face disappeared instantly, turning menacing as she sat on the bed and signaled the MT to pause what she was doing. Her nakedness and hourglass figure were visible to others in the room, yet she seemed entirely unselfconscious and at ease, without a concern for modesty. In that moment, she was only interested in the piece of information Piper was feeding her continuously.
Piper: Moreover, as the kind of celebrity she is, I already know her schedule won’t allow her to stay in one place for too long, giving me the chance to play my card right. According to her location on the digital map, she happens to be at the headquarters located in the Dundas Square Corporate Centre, 10 Dundas St E. (laughs maniacally) HA HA HA HA!
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Marissa: (Delighted) I’ve never been so proud of you before, P. Your analytical mind is impressive, and I’m so proud of you. That was out-of-the-box thinking. God! I didn’t see that coming. (Sneers wickedly) Oh Camellia, you’re damned already. I’ll have the pleasure of seeing you being skinned by my bodyguard. Your friends aren’t an exception from what you’ll be getting. You’re all done for.
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Piper: (raises her hand, arching her back excitedly) YES! Finally, my axe would be tasting some rich bloods. This is going to be a good story.
“Don’t you think she is going to be a problem?”
As soon as they heard that, the ladies’ gazes were swept in the direction where the voice came from, except for the MT, whose eyes were fixed on her phone intently. Questioned and marveled, a warm smile escaped Marissa’s lips, then she got out of bed and walked shamelessly with her naked body to meet the one who had just asked a question. The presence of the person caused the other two ladies to hang their heads low in fear and respect, especially the MT, who had just found out. As for her, she was shivering, terrified by the formidable appearance of the person – it was a man.
He is a chiseled, short, and bald-looking man with red and dark gang tattoos covering his body entirely, not to mention the wolf skull tattoos on his face, which hide his handsomeness. His entire head is covered in tattoos, including a skull tattoo on his face. His name is Miguel “El Jefe” Hernandez. The nickname “El Jefe” is Spanish for “The Boss” or “The Chief”. His broad shoulders, sharp jawlines, and piercing gaze command respect from the members of the Red Wolves. The way he steps out, with a confident stride and deliberate gestures, leaves no doubt that he is the leader.
But Marissa walked around him with a confident stride and deliberate gestures, her bosom jerking with each step. She gently touched his chest, then grazed her lips against his skin, creating a soft, sensual touch. As she stood behind him, she asked flirtatiously.
Miguel: (manly) She already know herself.
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Marissa: “She”? WHAT?
Marissa exclaimed, looking at the MT, who was trembling on her feet, sweating profusely. Knowing they were referring to her, the MT collapsed to her knees out of fear, pleading for her life. Marissa sneered, still embracing Miguel from behind, her eyes and Miguel’s eyes fixed intently on the MT.
MT: (fearfully) I won’t be a problem for your plan. And I promise not to tell anyone about it. I’m a mother; I’ve kids at home. Please, don’t take my life.
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Marissa: Woman, who is talking about taking your life? No one is going to take your life, alright? You just said you’re not going to be a problem. I get that. So, don’t panic. Besides, who wants to take a life of a mother who has kids at home. Come on, who does that?
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MT: (hands palms together) T — thank you!
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Marissa: Great! She just said “Thank you”. You’re welcome. Piper, assist her up and give her a one-way ticket.
Piper walked around the bed to assist the MT up, wearing an amiable smile on her face. Meanwhile, Marissa shifted Miguel’s gaze to the back with the help of her hand and kissed his lips from behind. With her back turned against the MT, Piper pulled out her axes from their holsters, her face menacing. Feeling like she’d been shown mercy, the MT hastily arranged her equipment into a large bag, tears streaming down her face. As she tried to pass by Piper, she was stopped. The sudden stop sent a cold chill down her spine, and she slowly turned to face Piper, their eyes locked with only a small distance between them.
Piper: Wait! Sorry, there is one thing you’ve missed.
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MT: W-w-what?
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Piper: Your one-way ticket!
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MT: (frightening) W-what one-way ticket?
Unanswered, Piper cunningly flipped one of her axes in the air, causing the MT to take two steps back in trepidation. The MT watched in horror as the axe flipped multiple times, her head tilted backward in a mixture of fear and fascination. Seizing the moment, Piper swiftly turned and slit the MT’s throat opened with deadly precision. The impact of the slash sent the MT swirling, blood gushing from her throat and mouth as she struggled to breathe. Piper caught her other axe before it hit the floor, the distance between the blade and the ground mere inches.
But the MT, on her part, fell to her knees and clutched her neck, finding it increasingly difficult to breathe. As she held her neck and lost a significant amount of blood, she stretched out her other hand helplessly towards Miguel and Marissa to be saved. However, the couple remained unmoved, showing no sympathy whatsoever, especially Marissa. She was smiling heinously at the sight of the dying woman, her expression twisted in cruel satisfaction, until the MT finally succumbed to her injuries and died in a pool of her own blood.
As soon as the deed was done, Piper began to sing in a childish gesture, her hands on her hips, her body moving from side to side in a fast rhythm. She then jumped up, raising her hands and arching her back to the side. After that, she squatted beside the corpse of the woman to clean her stained axe on the woman’s clothes. Meanwhile, Miguel and Marissa conversed, feeling the warmth of each other’s bodies, and making out.
Piper: ♪♪ Massage therapist has fallen down, fallen down, fallen down. Massage therapist has fallen down, forever more ♪♪. YES!!
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Miguel: M..!?
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Marissa: No, no, don’t spoil the moment now. Your lips.. Hmm!
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Miguel: (stop kissing) I’m afraid, this have to stop. Take your hands off me now!
Miguel commanded, his voice firm. Feeling dejected, Marissa obeyed, watching as Miguel created distance between them to pick up his tobacco from the table. He lit it, perched on the table, and stood cross-legged, puffing on his tobacco. Marissa stood still, her hand on her hips, her legs slightly apart, before joining him. As she approached, Miguel gazed at her well-proportioned naked body, exhaling smoke from his nose and mouth onto her face. He gently fondled her breasts, and Marissa moved closer, her bosom pressing against his hand, which he used to apply pressure. She arched her back, tensing up from the pressure, as Miguel voiced his desire. Their faces tilted to the side, their eyes locked in a close range.
Miguel: I must admit, you’re getting bad more than I expected…
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Marissa: You taught me to be. So, what do you expect? I presume its part of the contract
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Miguel: Absolutely not! I wish your father could see how his once timid daughter has transformed Into a ruthless and relentless person to reckon with. I even fear you myself.
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Marissa: Hey, shut it! Someone had to learn from the best! (moans) Oooh!
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Miguel: Splendid! I see your confidence nowadays.
As soon as he commented, he quickly turned her around with great agility and gently headlocked her, pulling her close to himself. Next, he trace patterns on her stomach and explore her intimate areas, but focus mainly on her clitoris. He stimulated it in a circular motion and up-and-down strokes. She squirmed, eyes closed, focusing on the sensations. In that moment, it was the only thing that matters to her. Beholding her pleasure, miguel asked sneeringly.
Miguel: You’re enjoying it, right?
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Marissa: (soft moans) Oh yeah! Don’t stop, p-p-please. Ahh!
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Miguel: You know, I could kill you right now. Give me one good reasons why I shouldn’t snap your neck.
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Marissa: Because you’re at my mercy, and I’ve got you where I want. It’s not just my neck you’re grabbing. I’m also grabbing your ballocks, and I’m still merciful, only if you behave, but we can make it faster if you want. You try to snap my neck, I crush your ballocks. So, what do you say?
Marissa retorted, gripping his groin with a sneer. Miguel, expecting a different reaction, was taken aback by her boldness. He was outraged, yet impressed by her smartness, and let go of her immediately. With a playful smile, he smacked her round backside, but Marissa didn’t flinch. Instead, she confidently strode ahead, her gestures purposeful, and began to dress. She slipped on a sleeveless, backless, short V-shaped gown that revealed her side boobs and cleavage, wearing no underwear. The dress hugged her curves perfectly. Next, she put on her captivating heels, which complemented her outfit. With one leg forward, she struck a pose, exuding confidence.
Marissa: I’m so impressed by your skills and agility, Piper. Now, it is time to leave. Let’s go and deal with that worthless being.
Piper nods in agreement, holster her axes, and follows marissa behind her. Marissa pause in her walk and face miguel who is so absorbed in the tobacco, and muttered into his ear, smiling flirtatiously.
Marissa: I’ve a score to settle with someone. And when l’m done, I’m coming back to settle down with your slab of meat. Take care of it very well.
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the room, her waist moving gracefully from side to side with piper, like a clock bell’s gentle swing. Piper followed closely behind her, their movements synchronized and fluid. Soon after their departure, Miguel turned to his gang’s soldiers and issued orders, his gaze directed towards the direction where Marissa and Piper had exited.
Miguel: Desecha su cadáver con los Alsacianos en el patio trasero. Haz que este lugar parezca como si nada hubiera sucedido y tráeme mi teléfono (English: Dispose her corpse to the alsatians at the backyard. Make this place look like nothing happened and get me my phone)
Tbc…