Alexandra wished she had informed her superiors, just this once.
Seated at a big table in the middle of a dimly illuminated room, two men were facing each other. Behind each one of then, guarding their backs, stood about a dozen of the meanest looking goons drug money could buy.
The man on Alexandra’s right was Pedro Santoro, Lord of The Juarez Cartel, the one on her left was
Frank Vigliatore, godfather of the local Cosa Nostra.
A week ago, Alexandra managed to blackmail Sarah Blackfield, a famous Madam, who provided prostitutes for the leaders of the city’s criminal gangs. Thanks to a tip she got from one of her informants, Alexandra learned about the reunion between the two druglords, that was about to take place and forced Blackfield to include her into the group of five girls who were to “animate” the meeting.
A minute ago, they took her into the room and now she was recording the conversation between the two gangsters in an almost invisible recording device hidden in her top. What she got until now was pure gold.
Vigliatore sniffed a line of cocaine from the table.
—Is it a deal then? —asked Santoro.
Vigliatore smiled with satisfaction.
—It’s a deal, Don Pedro. Your stuff is good enough for us.
Santoro looked at the girls.
—What do we have here? —he said, staring lustfully at Alexandra’s perfect body
—Just a little present for you and your men. —answered Vigliatore.
Around Alexandra, the girls were already getting busy with Santoro’s henchmen. She was alone in the middle of the room, under Santoro’s leer.
Santoro licked his lips.
—I think I’m in the mood for a little brown sugar.
One of his man pushed Alexandra towards his boss. Santoro grabbed her wrist and pulled to make her kneel.
He unzipped his fly and exposed a huge cock.
—Those fat lips of your’s were made to do this. Don’t keep me waiting, mamasita.
At that moment Alexandra wished she had planned this more accurately
Seated at a big table in the middle of a dimly illuminated room, two men were facing each other. Behind each one of then, guarding their backs, stood about a dozen of the meanest looking goons drug money could buy.
The man on Alexandra’s right was Pedro Santoro, Lord of The Juarez Cartel, the one on her left was
Frank Vigliatore, godfather of the local Cosa Nostra.
A week ago, Alexandra managed to blackmail Sarah Blackfield, a famous Madam, who provided prostitutes for the leaders of the city’s criminal gangs. Thanks to a tip she got from one of her informants, Alexandra learned about the reunion between the two druglords, that was about to take place and forced Blackfield to include her into the group of five girls who were to “animate” the meeting.
A minute ago, they took her into the room and now she was recording the conversation between the two gangsters in an almost invisible recording device hidden in her top. What she got until now was pure gold.
Vigliatore sniffed a line of cocaine from the table.
—Is it a deal then? —asked Santoro.
Vigliatore smiled with satisfaction.
—It’s a deal, Don Pedro. Your stuff is good enough for us.
Santoro looked at the girls.
—What do we have here? —he said, staring lustfully at Alexandra’s perfect body
—Just a little present for you and your men. —answered Vigliatore.
Around Alexandra, the girls were already getting busy with Santoro’s henchmen. She was alone in the middle of the room, under Santoro’s leer.
Santoro licked his lips.
—I think I’m in the mood for a little brown sugar.
One of his man pushed Alexandra towards his boss. Santoro grabbed her wrist and pulled to make her kneel.
He unzipped his fly and exposed a huge cock.
—Those fat lips of your’s were made to do this. Don’t keep me waiting, mamasita.
At that moment Alexandra wished she had planned this more accurately