didn’t matter. He grabbed her neck and pulled her close enough to whisper in her ear. “So are you boy or girl?”
In response, she licked his ear. “Do you care that much?” She ground against him again. “You like ass, don’t you?”
Sergei laughed. “What about a transvestite?” he asked the others in Russian.
“If you do it, I do, too,” Vasily said, always the most adventurous of the lot. But who said snipers were sane.
Sergei grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up—which got a delighted squeal from her—and stood. She wasn’t tal , but now that he saw her from this angle, she did have broader shoulders than most women, and what he’d thought was lankiness were clearly male proportions. Tiny ass with almost no curves anywhere, but she was cleverly dressed to downplay that. And her breasts—well, looked like she really didn’t have any.
He grabbed her neck and kissed her, deeply, harshly, and felt her yield like a woman would. This should prove interesting. “So you much do you charge?” he asked.
“For all of you? Four hundred.”
He had no clue if that was expensive or cheap. Probably cheap, in this country. Precious little else they could spend their money on, anyway. “Pay upfront?”
“Always.” She nodded at him, dark eyes very earnest. “Just a moment.” She walked purposefully to another scantily-clad woman at the bar, touched her shoulder, whispered something in her ear, and got a nod and a smile in return.
One hooker telling another she was heading out to work. Sergei didn’t like the other hooker gazing at him and his team, but that couldn’t be helped now. In the gloom, she wouldn’t be able to give a very good description to anybody if the Italians tracked them.
When she came back, he pulled his wallet out and paid her near the door. Pavel and Vasily stood ready to cut her off if she decided to make a run for it, as unlikely as it was in those boots.
She folded the bills over one finger and pushed the money into a side pocket of the stupid little silver handbag dangling from her shoulder. “I know a good motel nearby.”
“No, you’re coming to our place.”
She paused, a blink that turned into real hesitation, despite the money. Bad experiences? Fear? Caution? “I don’t know you at al .”
You could do whatever to me and not pay was what her tone said. She fingered the bag, tempted, reluctant, torn between the money and the fear.
Sergei watched her, realizing that, unlike with a lot of people, he really couldn’t tell which way her decision would fal . She had strange black eyes, pools of darkness, almost as liquid as an animal’s.
She breathed deeply a few times, looked up into his face, and Sergei smiled at the realization she was reading him. “I won’t hurt you,” he said in English.
“What about your friends?”
“They play rough, but they don’t kill.” Unless paid to and ordered.
She shuddered and bit her lip. “Let’s ride, big guy.”
They surrounded her on the way to the car, almost like guarding her, and maybe that was how she saw it, but Vasily’s wolfish grin told a different story.
She followed, lengthening her stride to keep up, and slid into the car when Pavel opened it. Vasily went after her, pushing her down and pressing against her. Pro that she was, she just opened her legs for him and allowed him to hump her right there.
Pavel glanced at Sergei. “To the safe house? Really?”
Sergei shrugged. “Most dangerous thing about her are those boots.”
Pavel glanced inside the car. “Guess Vasily will have searched all her cavities before we arrive.”
“Get in the car. Vanya, drive.”
Once Pavel was inside, Vasily was forced to share the attentions, and the hooker was thoroughly groped and touched all over. The contrast between the large men and the slender figure turned him on. Also that her hands were also all over Vasily and Pavel, and within moments she was rubbing their dicks through their trousers.
Nobody
In response, she licked his ear. “Do you care that much?” She ground against him again. “You like ass, don’t you?”
Sergei laughed. “What about a transvestite?” he asked the others in Russian.
“If you do it, I do, too,” Vasily said, always the most adventurous of the lot. But who said snipers were sane.
Sergei grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up—which got a delighted squeal from her—and stood. She wasn’t tal , but now that he saw her from this angle, she did have broader shoulders than most women, and what he’d thought was lankiness were clearly male proportions. Tiny ass with almost no curves anywhere, but she was cleverly dressed to downplay that. And her breasts—well, looked like she really didn’t have any.
He grabbed her neck and kissed her, deeply, harshly, and felt her yield like a woman would. This should prove interesting. “So you much do you charge?” he asked.
“For all of you? Four hundred.”
He had no clue if that was expensive or cheap. Probably cheap, in this country. Precious little else they could spend their money on, anyway. “Pay upfront?”
“Always.” She nodded at him, dark eyes very earnest. “Just a moment.” She walked purposefully to another scantily-clad woman at the bar, touched her shoulder, whispered something in her ear, and got a nod and a smile in return.
One hooker telling another she was heading out to work. Sergei didn’t like the other hooker gazing at him and his team, but that couldn’t be helped now. In the gloom, she wouldn’t be able to give a very good description to anybody if the Italians tracked them.
When she came back, he pulled his wallet out and paid her near the door. Pavel and Vasily stood ready to cut her off if she decided to make a run for it, as unlikely as it was in those boots.
She folded the bills over one finger and pushed the money into a side pocket of the stupid little silver handbag dangling from her shoulder. “I know a good motel nearby.”
“No, you’re coming to our place.”
She paused, a blink that turned into real hesitation, despite the money. Bad experiences? Fear? Caution? “I don’t know you at al .”
You could do whatever to me and not pay was what her tone said. She fingered the bag, tempted, reluctant, torn between the money and the fear.
Sergei watched her, realizing that, unlike with a lot of people, he really couldn’t tell which way her decision would fal . She had strange black eyes, pools of darkness, almost as liquid as an animal’s.
She breathed deeply a few times, looked up into his face, and Sergei smiled at the realization she was reading him. “I won’t hurt you,” he said in English.
“What about your friends?”
“They play rough, but they don’t kill.” Unless paid to and ordered.
She shuddered and bit her lip. “Let’s ride, big guy.”
They surrounded her on the way to the car, almost like guarding her, and maybe that was how she saw it, but Vasily’s wolfish grin told a different story.
She followed, lengthening her stride to keep up, and slid into the car when Pavel opened it. Vasily went after her, pushing her down and pressing against her. Pro that she was, she just opened her legs for him and allowed him to hump her right there.
Pavel glanced at Sergei. “To the safe house? Really?”
Sergei shrugged. “Most dangerous thing about her are those boots.”
Pavel glanced inside the car. “Guess Vasily will have searched all her cavities before we arrive.”
“Get in the car. Vanya, drive.”
Once Pavel was inside, Vasily was forced to share the attentions, and the hooker was thoroughly groped and touched all over. The contrast between the large men and the slender figure turned him on. Also that her hands were also all over Vasily and Pavel, and within moments she was rubbing their dicks through their trousers.
Nobody
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