us.
“Do you feel safer now?” he asked as Zara sat next to me on the couch, stroking my hair.
“A little,” I muttered, looking around.
“You two are stunning,” Mr. Monroe stated, pouring us a drink. “I’d pay good money to have you both in my bed tonight.”
“Excuse me?” I choked. “Are you trying to infer that Zara and I are prostitutes?”
“Wait, Jade, hear him out. How much money are you talking?” Zara asked with feigned interest. She was learning well.
“Name your price. I’ll pay anything,” he smirked.
“So we’d go to your place and be alone? We don’t want any of those men outside near us,” I added. Getting Mr. Monroe alone at his hotel or wherever he was staying might work even better. He always used different aliases, so the FBI could never track him.
“You have my word. It would just be us.”
“And what would we have to do?” Zara asked.
“Pleasure me, of course, and allow me to take you anyway I wish.” Mr. Monroe licked his lips. “I’d also pay extra to watch you two pleasure each other.” Yeah, like I didn’t know that was coming.
“Two thousand dollars and you have a deal,” Zara blurted out.
“Zara!” I hissed, playing my cover.
“What? Jade, that’s a thousand each for one night. We need that money—you know we do.” She turned to Mr. Monroe. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes we do. Allow me to escort you ladies to my car.”
Mr. Monroe was staying in a hotel on the outskirts of town, which was perfect. I couldn’t believe how well this mission had played out.
“When do we get our money?” Zara asked once we were inside his suite.
“Don’t you trust me?” he chuckled, undoing his jacket. “Why don’t the two of you strip? I want to see you. Then I’ll pay up.”
“Can I freshen up first?” I asked.
“Certainly.” He gestured toward his bathroom.
I splashed my face before sending out the tracker code to the FBI, confirming Mr. Monroe’s whereabouts. From what we had been told, Zara and I would have about ten minutes before they stormed the hotel.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Zara was already in her underwear, working her way down our target’s body with her lips.
“Please join us, Jade,” Mr. Monroe moaned as Zara bit down on his left nipple. I smirked, slipping out of my dress before stalking toward him. “Fuck, you two are stunning. I have no idea who to fuck first!” Zara sat up and straddled him, rocking herself against his erection. “Shit! Okay, Zara, you win. I’ll take you first.” He grabbed her breasts, pulling the cups of her bra down before sitting up to devour her naked skin. Zara looked over at me with a questioning look.
“What about me?” I pouted, removing the pins from my hair, allowing it to fall down my back. “Don’t I get any attention?”
“Fuck! Girls, what are you doing to me?” he stressed, licking his lips before pulling me onto his lap instead. “Maybe I’ll fuck you first. Shit, your tits are amazing!” He grabbed my breasts roughly, and the only thing that entered my mind was Oliver. No, I didn’t want anyone else to touch me that way. Before I knew it, I’d ejected the pin into his neck, paralyzing him out of anger.
“Thank Christ that’s over,” Zara stressed, getting up and grabbing her clothes. “I take it you set off the tracker while you were in the bathroom?”
“Yes,” I muttered, getting dressed, as well. Mr. Monroe was lying there with his eyes wide open. “I’m sorry, Mr. Monroe, but the FBI are on their way. They’ve been looking for you for a long time.” His eyes showed pure rage, but of course he couldn’t move. “Don’t underestimate blondes in the future. They will be your undoing,” I chuckled, winking at Zara.
“Goodbye, Mr. Monroe. It was fun ,” Zara giggled, grabbing her purse as we both turned around and walked out the door.
“You did really well, Zara,” I smiled sipping my wine. We were back at our hotel having a drink in
“Do you feel safer now?” he asked as Zara sat next to me on the couch, stroking my hair.
“A little,” I muttered, looking around.
“You two are stunning,” Mr. Monroe stated, pouring us a drink. “I’d pay good money to have you both in my bed tonight.”
“Excuse me?” I choked. “Are you trying to infer that Zara and I are prostitutes?”
“Wait, Jade, hear him out. How much money are you talking?” Zara asked with feigned interest. She was learning well.
“Name your price. I’ll pay anything,” he smirked.
“So we’d go to your place and be alone? We don’t want any of those men outside near us,” I added. Getting Mr. Monroe alone at his hotel or wherever he was staying might work even better. He always used different aliases, so the FBI could never track him.
“You have my word. It would just be us.”
“And what would we have to do?” Zara asked.
“Pleasure me, of course, and allow me to take you anyway I wish.” Mr. Monroe licked his lips. “I’d also pay extra to watch you two pleasure each other.” Yeah, like I didn’t know that was coming.
“Two thousand dollars and you have a deal,” Zara blurted out.
“Zara!” I hissed, playing my cover.
“What? Jade, that’s a thousand each for one night. We need that money—you know we do.” She turned to Mr. Monroe. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes we do. Allow me to escort you ladies to my car.”
Mr. Monroe was staying in a hotel on the outskirts of town, which was perfect. I couldn’t believe how well this mission had played out.
“When do we get our money?” Zara asked once we were inside his suite.
“Don’t you trust me?” he chuckled, undoing his jacket. “Why don’t the two of you strip? I want to see you. Then I’ll pay up.”
“Can I freshen up first?” I asked.
“Certainly.” He gestured toward his bathroom.
I splashed my face before sending out the tracker code to the FBI, confirming Mr. Monroe’s whereabouts. From what we had been told, Zara and I would have about ten minutes before they stormed the hotel.
When I walked back into the bedroom, Zara was already in her underwear, working her way down our target’s body with her lips.
“Please join us, Jade,” Mr. Monroe moaned as Zara bit down on his left nipple. I smirked, slipping out of my dress before stalking toward him. “Fuck, you two are stunning. I have no idea who to fuck first!” Zara sat up and straddled him, rocking herself against his erection. “Shit! Okay, Zara, you win. I’ll take you first.” He grabbed her breasts, pulling the cups of her bra down before sitting up to devour her naked skin. Zara looked over at me with a questioning look.
“What about me?” I pouted, removing the pins from my hair, allowing it to fall down my back. “Don’t I get any attention?”
“Fuck! Girls, what are you doing to me?” he stressed, licking his lips before pulling me onto his lap instead. “Maybe I’ll fuck you first. Shit, your tits are amazing!” He grabbed my breasts roughly, and the only thing that entered my mind was Oliver. No, I didn’t want anyone else to touch me that way. Before I knew it, I’d ejected the pin into his neck, paralyzing him out of anger.
“Thank Christ that’s over,” Zara stressed, getting up and grabbing her clothes. “I take it you set off the tracker while you were in the bathroom?”
“Yes,” I muttered, getting dressed, as well. Mr. Monroe was lying there with his eyes wide open. “I’m sorry, Mr. Monroe, but the FBI are on their way. They’ve been looking for you for a long time.” His eyes showed pure rage, but of course he couldn’t move. “Don’t underestimate blondes in the future. They will be your undoing,” I chuckled, winking at Zara.
“Goodbye, Mr. Monroe. It was fun ,” Zara giggled, grabbing her purse as we both turned around and walked out the door.
“You did really well, Zara,” I smiled sipping my wine. We were back at our hotel having a drink in
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