Click! ... The massive steel door slammed shut, and Clark was trapped. The damn old Simmons managed to press the button and cut off the escape route. However ... Clark grinned, looking at the body of the concern director, Simmons and Sons, spread out near the table. Well, was it possible to assume that nine grams of lead would be preferable to three million dollars?
The self-confidence of the older generation has always infuriated him. “Son, do you know how many times I have been threatened with such a thing? Put down your trunk better and maybe I'll let you go. Besides, you don't seem to know where the bullets come from? Let me show you ... "
And now this brazen fat pig wallows at his, Clark, legs and can not add anything to what has been said. Holed heads, as a rule, are laconic. So ... And then what?
Clark looked around the room. To his right is a safe with the desired three million Picasso script hidden from the eyes of curious visitors, on the contrary, the ebony director’s table littered with piles of documents; Conscious, he once again examined the holdings of Simmons and ... measure. Because of the drapery, a pair of dazzling blue eyes, belonging, no doubt, of exceptional merits, carefully watched him — the other old ladle Simmons would not hide in his office.
- Come out! Slowly ... - The barrel of the gun was now pointing at the window, dispelling the illusions of Clark who was hiding about intentions. The curtain began to sway, and a charming, leggy blonde of about twenty-five, dressed in a classic business suit, appeared in the room: a skirt just above the knee, a white blouse and a jacket.
“Are you ... his secretary?” Clark nodded toward the dead man. - What is your name, baby?
“Jody,” the girl’s voice trembled with fear. “Are you one of those cool ... guys?” Wait, wait ... - his face suddenly became serious. - Maybe you have a weapon?
“Of course,” Jody replied, and reached into the pocket of her jacket.
In one leap, Clark was beside her and snatched the Beretta out of her hands. In surprise, the girl screamed and kicked his knee in the groin. Clark gasped and, curled up in pain, spun round the room.
- I ... I did not want to! - With horror watching Clarke's pirouettes, Jody hid behind the curtains again. - Oh please! You are to blame yourself.
Clutching his breath with difficulty, he straightened up and threw the Beretta to the door in fury.
- Come on, I will not touch ... Come on!
The girl cautiously left the shelter and sank into the director's chair.
“It’s not even charged,” she said a minute later.
- Is that so? Clark stepped closer and sat on the edge of the table. “Then why do you need him?”
“The gun wasn't needed for me, but for Mr. Simmons.” He liked it when I inserted the barrel into his ... well, anus. And he forced me to take a gun in his mouth.
- Did you fuck him with this gun? Clark laughed gaily and kicked Simmons's body with his foot. - Do you hear, you piece of shit? The girl told me everything! Do you want to let you suck your gun? I have more! Okay, have fun and stop ...
Clark looked at Jody thoughtfully. I wonder how much this doll knows about the security service of her boss?
- Listen, baby, can we get out of here? I think a girl like you, half a million "green" will not be superfluous, right? Come on, let's open this damn door and get the hell over, huh?
- Will not work. Jody shrugged regretfully. - However, once this has already happened, and ...
- So what? Clark stared at the girl, waiting for an answer.
- The door can only be opened from the outside, and once Mr. Simmons accidentally pressed a button. When the guards came in, we made love to him. The chief just caressed me there, below ... I was lying on the table, legs up, and he was sitting in front of me in the chair.The guards saw it, and the next day they were fired. I think this time I will be able to circle our guys around the finger. Unless, of course, you do not mind.
Clark held out his hand to Jody's face, and she clung to her with her adorable puffy lips.
“I will do whatever you want,” said the girl, undoing her blouse. - Just remember: we must be real!
One type of naked, insanely beautiful bust was enough for Clark, and he tore off his clothes with Jody with quick, hurried movements.
- You after all will caress me, you will kiss me ... there? - her voice broke off, and her legs were cramped from the sweet languor. - Mr. Simmons liked to do it for a long time, a very long time ... But he didn’t have as big and solid as you ... God! How I want it, right now!
Clark, choking with desire, literally threw Jody on the table and flipped over, entered her from behind. Coiling the girl's long hair over his arm, he made some strong pushes and, bending down, whispered:
“I hope these guys don't show up here before I pump you all up with sperm?” Who knows, maybe the next twenty years I have to masturbate into a jail cell or worse, suck some nigger.
- And I would not refuse! Jody deftly slipped out from under Clark and knelt in front of him. “Although ...” She squeezed his cock with her hands. - You have it no worse, except that white, not black. Do you want, ”continued the girl,“ I will do to you what Mr. Simmons fainted when he finished? ” I swear, after that you will beg me to stay with you ... Do you want?
Gracefully shaking hips. Jody walked to the door and picked up the Beretta. Then she returned to her original place, and clutching Clark's flesh to the ground with her lips, gently inserted the trunk into it.
... Having felt how warm, viscous liquid flows into her mouth, the girl swallowed it with pleasure and, with a sharp movement, darted to the left, fired. For a few seconds, Clark, not understanding what was happening, looked at the pool of blood beneath him, then slowly sank to the floor.
“Poor poor boy!” - Licked, Mr. Simmons' bodyguard rose to her feet and stretched. “For a long time, old lady Jody has never been fed so tasty. It is a pity that you can not repeat this!
After dressing and putting herself in order, Jody leaned over the body of the boss and pulled a bunch of keys from his jacket pocket. Opening the safe, she carefully packed the money in the suitcase prepared by Clark and, sitting comfortably in Mr. Simmons' chair, lit a cigarette. There was nowhere to hurry, the door was opened by lightly pressing the same button, and the guards on the eve of the weekend had long gone home. By and large, the security of the director of the concern - an old miser with a worm soul, did not seriously care about anyone. Well, Jodi ... Far away, thousands of miles from this mossy town, she was waiting for a luxury villa by the ocean, all the joys of life and ... men! Many beautiful men! ...