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Part 1
She'd reached Issa Falls on the planet Kane Alpha. Latasha Calfiro pulled her black Cadillac GXXXXL truck off Skyway 49 and pulled to a stop in the Mega Burger lot. She contemplated the drive thru but for one of the few times in her life the porked up babe wasn’t hungry. She could feel the contents of her stomach churning as she looked out onto the skway. Late evening and the Skway was quiet; just the odd car or truck heading south to downtown Issa Falls or north out to the suburbs. Nervously she waited.
She was working for the growing crime syndicate ‘Valentine’ and Latasha had the look of an overblown Barbie doll more consistent with a wealthy trophy wife than full time bad girl.
In true Corporate Worlds hottie fashion her curves were fully fattened up to well over 300lbs, her face had all the excess fat sucked out by weekly cosmetic treatment and she was squeezed into a glittering gold skirt suit. Tall golden blonde hair was stacked up in the most impractical, explosive style that fashion demanded, suggesting her weekly salon bill was more than most people’s salary. Her jewelry glittered in the parking lot light from the golden studs in her nose down to the pure Titanium anklet that dangled down from her ankle and across her precariously tall Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps.
Headlights of a black Mercedes van pulled into the lot slowly, paused and headed over to Latasha. Hover boosters deployed, the giant vehicle stopped cheek to cheek and the window buzzed down. From behind the tinted windows the driver's face appeared; an Aurellian born badass by the name of Crisis.
Crisis was female but her look was a complete contrast to Latasha. She was wiry and wore no make-up and had the look of somebody who’d originated from some hard scrabble planet out on the frontier.
“So Jake sent his slut,” said Crisis.
“You gotta problem with that, runt?” snapped Latasha.
“No, I think you’re perfectly suited to this job.”
“And you're here to watch my back?”
“Sure” nodded Crisis “I’m here to watch and make sure everything goes to plan. Valentine sent me.”
Latasha nodded at that. It was a double edged meaning. If she did as she should Crisis would cover her back but if she screwed up Crisis would shoot her in the back.
Her job was to seduce and then kill a corrupt government official who’d crossed the Valentine syndicate. Normally her role involved front of house at the casino owned by Valentine and keeping the rich punters sweet and their wallets emptied. With her glammed up good looks and porked up figure she wasn’t an employee used to front line operations like loading up illegal immigrants to work as virtual slaves the Tiberium mines or distributing illegal substances through the dealer network. But she was ideally suited for that evening’s task. As she’d proven on occasions in the past.
“Okay” said Crisis “swap your visor for this one.”
Crisis threw a new Apple 500 visor across from her vehicle to Latasha’s. It looked identical to the standard info visor that fed the wearer all kinds of information or entertainment.
“Why?” asked Latasha.
“Because it links to mine so I can see what you can see and I’ll direct you…”
“I hardly need that” pouted Latasha “I’m a highly trained professional.”
“Hardly” laughed Crisis “your just one of Jake’s bimbo’s from the casino. Don’t screw up or I’ll fire a plasma shot and kill you and the mark. It not ideal because Valentine wants this thing to look like a natural death but if you ask me it’s smarter to just shoot the guy than screw around with wannabe’s like you.”
“Screw you!”
“Listen” snapped Crisis “I answer direct to Valentine, not Jake. You wear the visor, do as I say or I will shoot your fat ass. You’re a bimbo who works as eye candy at the casino and you answer to me on this operation. Understand?”
Grudgingly Latasha nodded. Her boss and sometime boyfriend Jake ran one of the Valentine syndicate’s casinos. That gave him some power thanks to the vast wealth that ran through the casino floor but in the syndicate Valentine himself was God. Whether Latasha liked it or not the Aurellian runt was going to be telling her what to do. Being directed by some Aurellian bitch didn’t appeal to Latasha but it was as it was.
“Do you understand?” repeated Crisis.
“Yeah,” grunted Latasha.
“Okay, you’ve got the spider?” Crises queried.
“Sure” nodded Latasha whilst reaching into the glove compartment and holding up a small metal case. It contained a deadly Storm Spider. Later that night, after seducing the mark, Latasha would release the spider and let it bite the mark. He would later die from the poison released. There were deadlier spiders on the planet Kane Aplha; spiders that could kill in seconds of the bite. It took several painful hours, however, to die from a Storm Spider bite. With a mean streak a galaxy wide that was why Latasha favoured the Storm. The other spiders were just too quick.
“Fine. Now put the visor I gave you on,” commanded Crises
Still irritated to be following the Aurellian’s commands Latasha did as she was told. She knew what happened to employee’s of the syndicate who disobeyed instructions direct from Valentine. It was never pretty and for those that didn’t die of shock they sure wished they had in the end. That combined with the $100,000 success bonus on his job made the blonde bad girl think it would be smart to follow the Aurellian runt’s instructions to the letter.
“This’ my brain on your brain” Crisis informerd her.
Latasha felt a jolt run through her bloated body. This was no standard visor. The Aurellian really was riding on board. She could see everything Latasha could and monitor every single emotion or feeling that ran through Latasha via an ongoing brain scan. It would be impossible to disobey or mislead the Aurellian without the brain scan the visor had running telling Crisis instantly. Then another shock ran through Latasha’s body. Her excess wobbled and jiggled and her giant implants almost popped out with the force. The confused blonde managed to mumble:
“Whaaaaa…”
“That was the dead man download” said Crisis “all syndicate operatives on missions assigned by Valentine have one installed. Soon I’ll download info on the mark and that is strictly confidential. It means if you change your mind or do something really dumb we can make sure you never get captured and start talking.”
Crisis smiled; her visor was showing the bimbo’s brain waves jumping to extreme alarm as she considered the implications.
“I guess life’s easier in the casino?” said Crisis.
“Ummmm…” Latasha replied
“Follow me to Sugar Lounge, park in the valet bay and then go into the club. I’ll fire across the details on the mark and let’s get this thing done,” Crises said impatiently
At that Crisis buzzed the window back up, released the boost thrusters and powered out of the lot. Latasha followed on. At the quiet intersection they took the onramp toward downtown; the tall buildings acting a as a beacon of light. Located somewhere within the vast interior of Kane Alpha’s continental landmass Issa Falls was a city of a million people that had grown around the giant Tiberium mines.
It had the feel of an old wild west boom town back on Old Earth. Citizens from all over the Corporate Worlds systems had descended on the city to make their fortune whilst cheap labour was drafted in from the poorer frontier systems. Crime syndicates had grown around the boom; cashing in the never ending demand for cheap labour in the mines or servicing the bulging Corp wallets with every vice imaginable.
On the skyway they didn’t speed. Latasha felt a strange buzz as her visor connected her brain with Crisis’. Technology allowed a virtual connection between them and Latasha’s virtual brain had all kinds of information on the mark, the Sugar Lounge club and the assassination Crisis had planned.
As the information flowed she felt an almost sexual rush run through her. For years she’d worked at the casino; seducing guys and making them part with their cash. More than once she’d taken a guy who couldn’t pay his debts up to one of the bedrooms and used a Storm Spider to kill him. But this was different. It was dangerous and exciting and was going to advance her standing in the syndicate.
“Your brain output tells me your getting horny” said Crisis; her voice crystal clear in Latasha’s ear.
“Kinda yeah,” said Latasha.
“You sick bitch.” commented Crises
Coming from Crisis that seemed like a compliment. Latasha focused back on the road as they approached the exit. She thought a little more about the plan. Crisis was right; she was starting to get seriously horny.
Inside Sugar Lounge and Kirk Knox saw the women Valentine had sent to kill him the second she stepped into the bar. It was hard to miss her. On a Corporate Worlds planet excess was hot and the real hottie’s all weighed in at over 300lbs, wore glittering clothes, had bling jewellery and had breast implants that looked ready to explode. An upmarket downtown club and Sugar Lounge was full of them. Even amongst that “norm” Latasha Calfiro stood out.
First thing Kirk noticed was she was out alone. Most hot girls went out in packs but this one was flying solo. That meant he had to act quick; a babe like that would be fighting guys off all night. Then he noticed her tits. They were huge. Now huge was standard in Sugar Lounge but Kirk guessed the girl weighed in at 320lbs and about 50lbs of that had to be in her tits.
Kirk looked left and he looked right – guys around the bar were checking out the new arrival. Some of them were big tall and muscled up; the almost exact opposite of Kirk. But he was rich and that counted for a heck of a lot on Kane Alpha. He had a window of opportunity to move in.
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Fixing his best smile Kirk strode over. He was just a step ahead of a tall, dark and handsome guy with muscles like a Survival Games contestant.
“Hi there” said Kirk “buy you a drink?”
The big guy shoved him aside.
“Hey weedy, this babe’s taken.”
Latasha heard Crisis’ voice in her ear. The geeky looking dork was the mark which was kind of a shame because the other guy was a hunk. Years extracting cash from guy in the casino and Latasha knew how to handle this potential conflict. How to get hunky to leave her alone and to spend some quality time with Mr Rich but Geeky?
“You can both buy me a drink” said Latasha.
Hunky looked annoyed and geeky looked hopefully.
“…but I only drink Crystal Finest.”
At $1,000 a bottle hunky flinched. Geeky moved right in:
“Me too” he said “I’ll buy us a bottle.”
“Whore” grunted hunky as he pushed past.
Smiling coldly Latasha followed Kirk over to a booth. He was trying to play the big man and impress her. Ironic, the mark was working so hard to get into bed with the woman who would release a Storm Spider on him later that night. The cold smile across Latasha’s face intensified. Fortunately Kirk never saw it; he was focused on her tits.
Half way through the second bottle and Kirk had the blonde babe hanging off his every word in between snorting lines of Gold Dust, at $500 a pop, from the table. Her hands were on his thighs and her long golden finger nails were working around his crotch. She smelled of musky perfume and her curves were soft and devastatingly sexy. Those planet sized tits bulged out and Kirk fought the urge to just grab them and squeeze. One long hard squeeze and it looked like they might explode.
For a few moments Kirk thought about how his life had changed. He’d once been a mid ranking official in the vast Corporate Worlds Trading bureaucracy. His job had been managing the import labour on Issa Fall’s tiberium mines. In practice that had meant taking bribes from various trading and crime syndicates.
Eventually the Valentine syndicate had offered him millions to cut the rest out. Kirk had taken the Valentine deal, and then double crossed Valentine by allowing others to continue dealing; at a price. Now he was rich and had mega babes hanging off him and he was starting to feel like a big shot.
“Your so hot baby” purred Latasha “just turn me on!.”
“You’re so great” said Kirk, his eyes on her tits “I mean I love to be with intelligent women. Smart and so sexy.”
“You know it’s like sometimes I just think of something” said Latasha grinding her chest against him “and get soooooo horny.”
“You know a great mind is a terrible thing to waste,” Kurk replied
“Yep it needs lots of stimulation” said Latasha reaching down for two lines of Gold Dust and sprinkling it across her tits. She arched her back and rested back in her seat.
“Sure does” chuckled Kirk before diving in. Latasha laughed and giggled as Kirk snorted the Gold Dust from her chest. In her ear she could hear Crisis tell her it was time to move this guy on. It was time to take him out of the club to a room where he would have a date with the Storm Spider. Judging by the way he was hanging off her Latasha didn’t think that would be difficult.
In the parking lot opposite Sugar Lounge Crisis sat and watched. Her vehicle was fitted with an array of surveillance equipment and whilst she was sat deep in the heart of the giant parking structure she could monitor all progress. She could tap into the visor and see all that Latasha could see of the drooling Kirk Knox, monitor the bimbo’s brain activity or switch to feed from the stealth monitor drone she’d deployed in at the valet bay.
Finally Latasha was heading out of the bar. Crisis switched the monitor drone and picked up feed from the valet bay. A long limousine had pulled to a stop and a tall, well built guy in a black suit had stepped out of the driver’s door.
Crisis zoomed in and ran a data scan on the guy. He was called Blake Carson, was thirty two years old, 6ft2 and weighed in at 230lbs. He had a private bodyguard and security license and worked for one of the bigger personal protection agencies in town. Crisis smiled coldly; he was a rent a cop who was on his last assignment. No doubt he would have to be dealt with.
Crisis slipped her Mercedes into drive and headed down onto the road next to the Sugar Lounge. Moments later she saw the bimbo emerge with Kirk Knox all over her; his hands cupping her giant ass in between groping her tits. Crisis smiled; this guy had a real shock waiting for him. The driver held the door open of the limousine and they disappeared inside. Carson the rent a cop then returned to the driver’s seat and the limousine pulled away.
The Aurellian “fixer” followed on.
(Continued in post four of this thread)
Corporate Worlds:
If Looks Could Kill
by Samster
If Looks Could Kill
by Samster
Part 1
She'd reached Issa Falls on the planet Kane Alpha. Latasha Calfiro pulled her black Cadillac GXXXXL truck off Skyway 49 and pulled to a stop in the Mega Burger lot. She contemplated the drive thru but for one of the few times in her life the porked up babe wasn’t hungry. She could feel the contents of her stomach churning as she looked out onto the skway. Late evening and the Skway was quiet; just the odd car or truck heading south to downtown Issa Falls or north out to the suburbs. Nervously she waited.
She was working for the growing crime syndicate ‘Valentine’ and Latasha had the look of an overblown Barbie doll more consistent with a wealthy trophy wife than full time bad girl.
In true Corporate Worlds hottie fashion her curves were fully fattened up to well over 300lbs, her face had all the excess fat sucked out by weekly cosmetic treatment and she was squeezed into a glittering gold skirt suit. Tall golden blonde hair was stacked up in the most impractical, explosive style that fashion demanded, suggesting her weekly salon bill was more than most people’s salary. Her jewelry glittered in the parking lot light from the golden studs in her nose down to the pure Titanium anklet that dangled down from her ankle and across her precariously tall Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps.
Headlights of a black Mercedes van pulled into the lot slowly, paused and headed over to Latasha. Hover boosters deployed, the giant vehicle stopped cheek to cheek and the window buzzed down. From behind the tinted windows the driver's face appeared; an Aurellian born badass by the name of Crisis.
Crisis was female but her look was a complete contrast to Latasha. She was wiry and wore no make-up and had the look of somebody who’d originated from some hard scrabble planet out on the frontier.
“So Jake sent his slut,” said Crisis.
“You gotta problem with that, runt?” snapped Latasha.
“No, I think you’re perfectly suited to this job.”
“And you're here to watch my back?”
“Sure” nodded Crisis “I’m here to watch and make sure everything goes to plan. Valentine sent me.”
Latasha nodded at that. It was a double edged meaning. If she did as she should Crisis would cover her back but if she screwed up Crisis would shoot her in the back.
Her job was to seduce and then kill a corrupt government official who’d crossed the Valentine syndicate. Normally her role involved front of house at the casino owned by Valentine and keeping the rich punters sweet and their wallets emptied. With her glammed up good looks and porked up figure she wasn’t an employee used to front line operations like loading up illegal immigrants to work as virtual slaves the Tiberium mines or distributing illegal substances through the dealer network. But she was ideally suited for that evening’s task. As she’d proven on occasions in the past.
“Okay” said Crisis “swap your visor for this one.”
Crisis threw a new Apple 500 visor across from her vehicle to Latasha’s. It looked identical to the standard info visor that fed the wearer all kinds of information or entertainment.
“Why?” asked Latasha.
“Because it links to mine so I can see what you can see and I’ll direct you…”
“I hardly need that” pouted Latasha “I’m a highly trained professional.”
“Hardly” laughed Crisis “your just one of Jake’s bimbo’s from the casino. Don’t screw up or I’ll fire a plasma shot and kill you and the mark. It not ideal because Valentine wants this thing to look like a natural death but if you ask me it’s smarter to just shoot the guy than screw around with wannabe’s like you.”
“Screw you!”
“Listen” snapped Crisis “I answer direct to Valentine, not Jake. You wear the visor, do as I say or I will shoot your fat ass. You’re a bimbo who works as eye candy at the casino and you answer to me on this operation. Understand?”
Grudgingly Latasha nodded. Her boss and sometime boyfriend Jake ran one of the Valentine syndicate’s casinos. That gave him some power thanks to the vast wealth that ran through the casino floor but in the syndicate Valentine himself was God. Whether Latasha liked it or not the Aurellian runt was going to be telling her what to do. Being directed by some Aurellian bitch didn’t appeal to Latasha but it was as it was.
“Do you understand?” repeated Crisis.
“Yeah,” grunted Latasha.
“Okay, you’ve got the spider?” Crises queried.
“Sure” nodded Latasha whilst reaching into the glove compartment and holding up a small metal case. It contained a deadly Storm Spider. Later that night, after seducing the mark, Latasha would release the spider and let it bite the mark. He would later die from the poison released. There were deadlier spiders on the planet Kane Aplha; spiders that could kill in seconds of the bite. It took several painful hours, however, to die from a Storm Spider bite. With a mean streak a galaxy wide that was why Latasha favoured the Storm. The other spiders were just too quick.
“Fine. Now put the visor I gave you on,” commanded Crises
Still irritated to be following the Aurellian’s commands Latasha did as she was told. She knew what happened to employee’s of the syndicate who disobeyed instructions direct from Valentine. It was never pretty and for those that didn’t die of shock they sure wished they had in the end. That combined with the $100,000 success bonus on his job made the blonde bad girl think it would be smart to follow the Aurellian runt’s instructions to the letter.
“This’ my brain on your brain” Crisis informerd her.
Latasha felt a jolt run through her bloated body. This was no standard visor. The Aurellian really was riding on board. She could see everything Latasha could and monitor every single emotion or feeling that ran through Latasha via an ongoing brain scan. It would be impossible to disobey or mislead the Aurellian without the brain scan the visor had running telling Crisis instantly. Then another shock ran through Latasha’s body. Her excess wobbled and jiggled and her giant implants almost popped out with the force. The confused blonde managed to mumble:
“Whaaaaa…”
“That was the dead man download” said Crisis “all syndicate operatives on missions assigned by Valentine have one installed. Soon I’ll download info on the mark and that is strictly confidential. It means if you change your mind or do something really dumb we can make sure you never get captured and start talking.”
Crisis smiled; her visor was showing the bimbo’s brain waves jumping to extreme alarm as she considered the implications.
“I guess life’s easier in the casino?” said Crisis.
“Ummmm…” Latasha replied
“Follow me to Sugar Lounge, park in the valet bay and then go into the club. I’ll fire across the details on the mark and let’s get this thing done,” Crises said impatiently
At that Crisis buzzed the window back up, released the boost thrusters and powered out of the lot. Latasha followed on. At the quiet intersection they took the onramp toward downtown; the tall buildings acting a as a beacon of light. Located somewhere within the vast interior of Kane Alpha’s continental landmass Issa Falls was a city of a million people that had grown around the giant Tiberium mines.
It had the feel of an old wild west boom town back on Old Earth. Citizens from all over the Corporate Worlds systems had descended on the city to make their fortune whilst cheap labour was drafted in from the poorer frontier systems. Crime syndicates had grown around the boom; cashing in the never ending demand for cheap labour in the mines or servicing the bulging Corp wallets with every vice imaginable.
On the skyway they didn’t speed. Latasha felt a strange buzz as her visor connected her brain with Crisis’. Technology allowed a virtual connection between them and Latasha’s virtual brain had all kinds of information on the mark, the Sugar Lounge club and the assassination Crisis had planned.
As the information flowed she felt an almost sexual rush run through her. For years she’d worked at the casino; seducing guys and making them part with their cash. More than once she’d taken a guy who couldn’t pay his debts up to one of the bedrooms and used a Storm Spider to kill him. But this was different. It was dangerous and exciting and was going to advance her standing in the syndicate.
“Your brain output tells me your getting horny” said Crisis; her voice crystal clear in Latasha’s ear.
“Kinda yeah,” said Latasha.
“You sick bitch.” commented Crises
Coming from Crisis that seemed like a compliment. Latasha focused back on the road as they approached the exit. She thought a little more about the plan. Crisis was right; she was starting to get seriously horny.
Inside Sugar Lounge and Kirk Knox saw the women Valentine had sent to kill him the second she stepped into the bar. It was hard to miss her. On a Corporate Worlds planet excess was hot and the real hottie’s all weighed in at over 300lbs, wore glittering clothes, had bling jewellery and had breast implants that looked ready to explode. An upmarket downtown club and Sugar Lounge was full of them. Even amongst that “norm” Latasha Calfiro stood out.
First thing Kirk noticed was she was out alone. Most hot girls went out in packs but this one was flying solo. That meant he had to act quick; a babe like that would be fighting guys off all night. Then he noticed her tits. They were huge. Now huge was standard in Sugar Lounge but Kirk guessed the girl weighed in at 320lbs and about 50lbs of that had to be in her tits.
Kirk looked left and he looked right – guys around the bar were checking out the new arrival. Some of them were big tall and muscled up; the almost exact opposite of Kirk. But he was rich and that counted for a heck of a lot on Kane Alpha. He had a window of opportunity to move in.
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Fixing his best smile Kirk strode over. He was just a step ahead of a tall, dark and handsome guy with muscles like a Survival Games contestant.
“Hi there” said Kirk “buy you a drink?”
The big guy shoved him aside.
“Hey weedy, this babe’s taken.”
Latasha heard Crisis’ voice in her ear. The geeky looking dork was the mark which was kind of a shame because the other guy was a hunk. Years extracting cash from guy in the casino and Latasha knew how to handle this potential conflict. How to get hunky to leave her alone and to spend some quality time with Mr Rich but Geeky?
“You can both buy me a drink” said Latasha.
Hunky looked annoyed and geeky looked hopefully.
“…but I only drink Crystal Finest.”
At $1,000 a bottle hunky flinched. Geeky moved right in:
“Me too” he said “I’ll buy us a bottle.”
“Whore” grunted hunky as he pushed past.
Smiling coldly Latasha followed Kirk over to a booth. He was trying to play the big man and impress her. Ironic, the mark was working so hard to get into bed with the woman who would release a Storm Spider on him later that night. The cold smile across Latasha’s face intensified. Fortunately Kirk never saw it; he was focused on her tits.
Half way through the second bottle and Kirk had the blonde babe hanging off his every word in between snorting lines of Gold Dust, at $500 a pop, from the table. Her hands were on his thighs and her long golden finger nails were working around his crotch. She smelled of musky perfume and her curves were soft and devastatingly sexy. Those planet sized tits bulged out and Kirk fought the urge to just grab them and squeeze. One long hard squeeze and it looked like they might explode.
For a few moments Kirk thought about how his life had changed. He’d once been a mid ranking official in the vast Corporate Worlds Trading bureaucracy. His job had been managing the import labour on Issa Fall’s tiberium mines. In practice that had meant taking bribes from various trading and crime syndicates.
Eventually the Valentine syndicate had offered him millions to cut the rest out. Kirk had taken the Valentine deal, and then double crossed Valentine by allowing others to continue dealing; at a price. Now he was rich and had mega babes hanging off him and he was starting to feel like a big shot.
“Your so hot baby” purred Latasha “just turn me on!.”
“You’re so great” said Kirk, his eyes on her tits “I mean I love to be with intelligent women. Smart and so sexy.”
“You know it’s like sometimes I just think of something” said Latasha grinding her chest against him “and get soooooo horny.”
“You know a great mind is a terrible thing to waste,” Kurk replied
“Yep it needs lots of stimulation” said Latasha reaching down for two lines of Gold Dust and sprinkling it across her tits. She arched her back and rested back in her seat.
“Sure does” chuckled Kirk before diving in. Latasha laughed and giggled as Kirk snorted the Gold Dust from her chest. In her ear she could hear Crisis tell her it was time to move this guy on. It was time to take him out of the club to a room where he would have a date with the Storm Spider. Judging by the way he was hanging off her Latasha didn’t think that would be difficult.
In the parking lot opposite Sugar Lounge Crisis sat and watched. Her vehicle was fitted with an array of surveillance equipment and whilst she was sat deep in the heart of the giant parking structure she could monitor all progress. She could tap into the visor and see all that Latasha could see of the drooling Kirk Knox, monitor the bimbo’s brain activity or switch to feed from the stealth monitor drone she’d deployed in at the valet bay.
Finally Latasha was heading out of the bar. Crisis switched the monitor drone and picked up feed from the valet bay. A long limousine had pulled to a stop and a tall, well built guy in a black suit had stepped out of the driver’s door.
Crisis zoomed in and ran a data scan on the guy. He was called Blake Carson, was thirty two years old, 6ft2 and weighed in at 230lbs. He had a private bodyguard and security license and worked for one of the bigger personal protection agencies in town. Crisis smiled coldly; he was a rent a cop who was on his last assignment. No doubt he would have to be dealt with.
Crisis slipped her Mercedes into drive and headed down onto the road next to the Sugar Lounge. Moments later she saw the bimbo emerge with Kirk Knox all over her; his hands cupping her giant ass in between groping her tits. Crisis smiled; this guy had a real shock waiting for him. The driver held the door open of the limousine and they disappeared inside. Carson the rent a cop then returned to the driver’s seat and the limousine pulled away.
The Aurellian “fixer” followed on.
(Continued in post four of this thread)
