"Well, nice of you to come at last. Where the fuck where you?" Phil shouted at Greg.
"Easy Dad. Look he brought with him a very nice present for all of us." Tom said and looked at Jelena.
"Please gentlemen I didn't want to disturb your session. Greg and I will watch for a while and then join. So, please continue." Jelena said with her calm voice.
"I didn't expect you to come Jelena." Phil said and gave his son a wink to continue.
Tom climbed on the bed and put his swollen dick back into the young girls cum drooling cunt. She was barely alive. His cock slid back and forth and she moaned a little when her own father grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it tight.
"What is this all about?" Phil came over to Greg and Jelena. "Where is the boy and Julie?"
"We let them go for now." Jelena answered.
Phil scratched his balls and shouted at Greg in anger. "What the fuck are you doing? Since when do you take orders from this antic piece of Russian cunt?"
"If I would be you I would watch your mouth Sir." Greg whispered.
"Would you? Eh? Would you really?! Why? This is just another cunt. Why should I be afraid of her? Let me show you that she should be afraid of me!" Phil said and with a quick and brutal move he ripped the suit from Jelenas body.
Shreds of her suit fell on the concrete floor. She didn't move. She just continued staring at Phil. He threw away the remains of her suits in his hands and grabbed her around her small waist. His hands felt her soft round butt cheeks through the fabric of her long skirt.
"You have such a hot ass… Baby…" he whispered into her ear.
With another quick move he ripped her blue blouse from her body. This time Jelenas eyes twitched. Greg looked with a gaping mouth at the exposed body of the woman. He always had dreams about undressing Jelena… and now she was standing in front of him; showing off her big round breast packed in a dark blue bra. The cleavage line was mouth watering. Her milky white skin looked soft and tender and Greg wished for the chance to touch her and lick her body. But still the fear about Jelena made him stay put.
"Look at those knockers!" Phil said and whistled.
"I want to fuck her too Dad!" shouted Tom from the bedside.
"She belongs to me." Phil answered and one of his hands quickly cupped one of her breasts.
He could sense the heat of the flesh and her erect nipples. The sensation of the soft and bouncy flesh made his dick hot and hard. Phil chuckled but started to scream in pain when Jelena suddenly grabbed his dick and jerked it violently to an angle it normally shouldn't go to. Another quick and fatal blow landed on his throat. Phil's lifeless body fell to the ground. Tom screamed and ran with a furious expression on his face towards Jelena. But his body jerked and he flew to the ground in a fountain of red blood. Another quick shot from a silenced gun followed to knock down the mayor. Greg couldn't believe what was happening in front of his eyes. The movement of Jelena were quick and precise. He had watched how she suddenly took out a small gun from a holster tight to her beautiful slim thigh. She moved to the bed where the mayors daughter lay in a pool of cum and sweat. Jelena stroked her forehead and shot her dead. She slowly turned and looked at Greg.
"You are not going to kill me are you?" he whispered, a drop of sweat ran down his back.
"No Greg. You are not on the agenda for now." She answered.
"So… you killed them all. What now?" Greg asked her. His eyes started to wander off to her breasts again.
"With today this company and this place is officially seizes to exist." She put on a white blouse which lay on the floor.
Greg continued to watch her get dressed. The blouse was a number to small for her. She had to open a few buttons and left a perfect window for Greg to look at her cleavage. She smiled at him.
"Let's get out of here. Otherwise I have to kill you as well." She told him.
Greg stumbled out and couldn't quiet believe that Phil, Tom, the mayor and the girl were dead. It just went so fast…
"What about the other girls?" he asked.
"Don't worry Greg. Your job is still safe. I said officially this place is closed down. But it will continue to exist somewhere else. The girls were transported earlier to the new place. A change at the administration level was imminent." She said and they left the underground.
(iii)
The strangers came two days ago. Both of them young and fresh out of the big city. From the moment they set foot into his shady motel he knew that something was wrong with them. They were scared, hardly left their room and never reacted to his polite small talk. Their problem seemed to be deep rooted. He gave them the special room fitted with spy cams and bugs. The girl was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. A kingdom for touching her big round and firm tits he thought. He was expecting some good sex but neither of them ever touched the other. After a while he had lost interest in them. They hardly spoke and the girl seemed to be on some drugs. Maybe time to call the police and get some nice bounty he thought after recognising the boys face. Or maybe time to get some fun with the young lady.
"Frank! The goddamn phone doesn't work again!" the sudden loud voice startled him.
"Frank? Where the fuck are you again! I said the phone doesn't work again!"
Frank walked out of his little room located behind the reception desk. The bright sun of the desert shone into the little lobby. The faded reddish carpet, old magazines on a wooden table, the white paint falling of the walls, all indicated that Franks motel was in desperate need for an overhaul. The windows were covered with dust and gave view to the empty car park and the motels compound. From the reception desk Frank had a good overview of his old motel. The huge motel sign on the roadside was covered with rust and at night the lights hardly went on. Along with the new strangers Spencer was the only guest he harboured. Spencer wasn't exactly a guest he was a permanent guest. A leech living off Franks little income.
"Do you hear me old man?" Spencer said and slammed his fist onto the desk.
Old man… Frank was old indeed. Alone and surrounded by the desert one grew older faster than in the city. Yet he was only in his late 50's. But his hair what was still left of it was all white. His body was small and fragile, the Aloha shirt far too big for his figure and his faded jeans looked old like his sun tanned and wrinkled skin. But his blue eyes were sharp and alive. His face was covered with white beard stubbles. Frank looked at Spencer whose big body placed him in the shadow. Spencer was the equivalent size of a bulldozer. His black skin was dark as night.
"If you are going to pay for your long distance calls your phone might work again." Frank told him wearily.
Spencer sighed. "You white ass know exactly that I am going to pay for those calls in time!"
"Well, your last payment was 6 months ago…"
"You want to argue with me Frankie boy? You wanna step outside again? Do I have to clarify myself again? The money will be coming in time! Is that understood old man?" Spencer's angry voice filled the lobby.
Frank closed his eyes. He was scared of this man. There was just nothing he could do. Spencer did help him in the bad days of business and was a valuable asset to his motel. Without him he wouldn't be still standing here.
"Ok, Ok…Spencer. I will fix the problem immediately." Frank said. His legs were trembling.
"That's my man!" Spencer said and smiled broadly showing off his white teeth. He clasped his huge hands against Franks shoulder who nearly crashed by it's force against the corner of the desk.
"So, I saw some young white babe running around. What's that all about?" he asked him.
"They came in 2 days ago. I have no idea what they are doing. Folks don't talk much. Are kinda shy." Frank said and looked back for a brief second into his back room.
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