“Hey! What are you doing?” he asked for the third time, beginning to get annoyed as he climbed out of the car right behind her. She pushed past him and leaned across the passenger seat. He stared at her ass, which her shorts didn’t quite cover anymore.
“So here’s the plan,” she started, turning around, holding his map in her hands. “Do not let me out of your sight, but don’t say a fucking word. We are going to wait out here. When the richest, stupidest looking guy pulls up, I’m going to follow him. I’m going to make ‘friends’ with him. I’m going to get him to take me back to his car. Then you can come in all guns-a-blazing, got it? Good. Let’s go.”
She started walking away, and Marc was almost stunned enough to let her go. But he reached out and grabbed her arm, roughly yanking her to him.
“Let me get this straight – you’re gonna fuck some guy to get us a car?” he clarified. He didn’t know what was more shocking; the plan that she’d come up with, or how angry he was at the idea of her sleeping with someone else.
“No! Are you kidding!? Jesus, I’m going to pretend to be a hooker, I’m not actually going to fuck anybody!” she hissed, slapping him in the chest.
“You think this will really fucking work?” he snapped. She glared and folded her arms in front of her chest.
“Listen, Marcelle. I spent a month in Liberia planning for this trip, figuring out back up plans, researching the different cities I’d be going through. One thing I learned? If you’re in Africa and you want a high end prostitute, if you want a westerner, if you want to pay to fuck a white woman, you find them in expensive, posh hotels that cater to westerners. If I had a sexy dress, I’d put it on. But this is all I got. Slutty tourist. Let’s pray it works.”
“I don’t like this plan,” he stated.
“I don’t care. You think I want to do this? You think I like looking like this? Like you said, it’s not a good idea – it’s just the best we’ve got. Now get back in the car.”
Marc sat in the passenger seat, staring in the side view. Lily leaned against the back of the car, the map unfolded in front of her. She looked like she was lost. Just a silly American girl, in desperate need of help.
Such a bad fucking plan.
Several men came and left from the hotel, but she didn’t move. Not until a dark green Ford Explorer pulled up. The hotel was gated with a security stand in the front. People had to stop to give their name and room number before they could be allowed on the premises. There were two cars ahead of the Explorer. Lily jogged up to the SUV and Marc leaned close to his window so he could listen.
“Excuse me!” her voice was soft. “I’m so sorry. I’m so lost! Could you help me?”
She giggled. Marc was pretty sure he’d never heard that sound come out of her before – it was like finding out a bobcat could giggle. Bizarre.
She stood on her toes, leaning into the man’s window. Marc could see his face, could watch as the man directed all his answers to Lily’s chest. There was some more chatting, some more giggling, and some light touching; the stranger ran his finger up and down Lily’s arm. Marc had been fiddling with a pencil during the whole interaction, and now snapped it in half. He was annoyed, but he also recognized that Lily was pretty much in with the man, so Marc leaned back and grabbed the pack that held the diamonds and his gear, strapping it across his back.
An agreement seemed to have been made because Lily jumped up and down a couple times, then began to scurry around the other man’s vehicle. Marc didn’t waste any time and he hopped out of the suburban, keeping his eyes on the security stand. The guards were busy, having some difficulty with a guest in the first car. Marc jogged to the back end of the Explorer and he effortlessly crawled underneath it. He rolled onto his back and was able to latch onto some of the fittings between the front tires and he held on tight as the large vehicle began to move.
He gritted his teeth as they drove through security, then went in a circle around what could only be a roundabout. The car stopped, but the engine didn’t die, and he watched as Lily’s feet hit the ground and began walking towards a pair of doors, escorted by a man’s feet. Then the car started moving forward again.
Valet.
It was dark out and he couldn’t see any other cars or people, so Marc took a chance and lowered himself to the ground, letting the vehicle pass over him. He was next to a hedge and he immediately rolled into it, hiding himself before he scanned the area.
He was in the front of the hotel, right before an entrance to a basement garage. The entrance to the hotel was maybe a hundred feet away. Several bell hops and other hotel staff lingered out front, waiting for more guests. Across from the entrance was a circular fountain, the thing they must have driven around, and across from it was another building, though what purpose it served, Marc had no clue. All he knew was that he had to get the guys away from the door.
The drive was lined entirely with decorative pebbles, and he picked one up. He eyed a window across the way, then stood up quickly and launched the rock. He ducked back down as a window shattered.
It had the desired effect. The staff all turned towards the sound, then eventually sauntered off to investigate. Mark stepped out of the hedges and made a beeline for the doors. He didn’t run – he didn’t want to look suspicious, but he didn’t want to get caught, either.
He made it inside without incident and let out a deep breath when he saw Lily’s red hair. She was sitting on a sofa in a lounge area, across from the reception desk. Smart girl, she had waited for him. A man sat next to her and she was cuddled up close to him, her chest pressed against his arm while she giggled in his ear.
Fucking giggling. I’m going to puke.
Marc grabbed a newspaper off a table, then made a big production of sitting on a couch that backed up to the one Lily and her guest were occupying. He rustled the paper and cleared his throat. A moment later he felt a sharp nail scratch across the back of his neck. His presence was known.
“… can’t believe a girl like you is here, doing work like this,” the man was saying in a French accent.
“Work? I would never call what I do ‘work’, it’s too much fun,” Lily laughed.
“I think we could have a lot of fun together,” her mark agreed.
“Mmmm, me, too,” all the giggling was gone from her voice, replaced by a sexy, husky tone that Marc knew very well. The edges of the paper crinkled in his grip as he clenched his fists.
“I have a wonderful room, king sized bed. But if I pay, you must do whatever I want,” the man informed her.
“Of course.”
“I have very specific tastes that must be met, or I will not pay.”
“I completely understand. But I have one demand, myself,” she began to warn him.
“A hooker making a demand?”
“I love having sex in cars,” she told him.
“Cars!?”
“Mmmm hmmm. So hot. Knowing anyone could catch us. Being so naughty,” she explained.
“You want to have sex with me in my car?” the French man double checked. Lily leaned close and Marc could feel her warmth against the back of his neck.
“I want you to fuck me in your car,” she whispered in such a sexy, breathy voice that even Marc got a little hot.
No more discussion was needed after that, the man jumped up and bustled her to the lift. She didn’t give one look to Marc, just laughed and pushed herself against the stranger, her breasts almost spilling out of her top.
He gave them about a minute head start, then Marc folded up his paper and got up off the couch. Went over to the same elevator they had taken and pressed the down button, just like they had pushed. The hotel only had four levels – ground, two room levels, and garage. So down he went.
It wasn’t a big garage, the hotel didn’t accommodate that many people. He could hear Lily’s stupid giggling and he followed it. The lovebirds were on the other side of the garage, stumbling towards the Explorer, the man pawing at her, grabbing her ass, workin
g his hand underneath the leg of her shorts. She laughed louder, wrapping her arm around his shoulders as they fell against the vehicle. Marc crept along, dodging in between cars, staying out of site.
“Please, come on, take everything off,” the guy was begging. Marc got behind the trunk of the car next to them and peered over the top.
“But I want you to turn it on,” Lily was whining, grabbing his lapels and squeezing her arms together, forcing her breasts higher.
“Why do you want this?”
“Because it turns me on, that big engine, just pumping away,” she sighed. Marc rolled his eyes.
Good god, is he really going to fall for this bullshit!?
When Lily leaned forward, placing a slow lick up the side of the man’s neck while rubbing at the front of his crotch, Marc realized her bullshit would definitely work. She could start prattling off the ABCs and any man would do just about anything she wanted.
Frenchie fumbled with his keys and dropped them, but as he bent down to grab them, temptation became too much. He dove head first into her cleavage, almost knocking her off balance. She fell against the car, staring down at him. Marc stood up and glared at her.
“End this now,” he mouthed, dragging his thumb across his neck in a kill sign. She raised her arms in a “whatever” gesture, then began pushing at the man who was mauling her breasts.
“No, no, no, baby, you wanted a show, right? Let me give you a show,” she said, managing to finally get him off of her.
“Yes, yes, a show. I like a show. Take it all off, slowly.”
Marc was completely floored when she seemed to comply. She stepped back and unbuttoned her shorts, then worked down the zipper. Slowly peeled the material over her curvy hips, then turned and bent at the waist, her perfect, round ass pointing straight at the stranger. She was almost completely in half, working her shorts to her ankles and carefully stepping out of them.
When the man slapped her on the ass, Marc couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to kill him, he didn’t care. But as he started to stand up again, he saw what she was doing. While the pervert was massaging her ass, Lily was trying her damnedest to get the keys, which had fallen behind the wheel. Before Marc could take a step forward, she had them. She hooked them into her hand, then immediately stood up, spinning around.
“I changed my mind,” she stated in a loud voice, stepping out of arm’s reach of the guy.
“Excusez-moi?” the man was so caught off guard, he didn’t know what language to speak.
“I said, I changed my mind. I’m not going to fuck you. But I am going to take your car, I’m very sorry,” she said simply.
The man was a large guy, heavy set. He had gray hair and was balding, and was wearing a cheap suit. Very unassuming. So Marc figured it was safe to say that they were all a little shocked when the man leapt forward and wrapped his hands around Lily’s neck, all while screaming obscenities in French.
She screamed and Marc jumped to her rescue, but he should’ve known better. Before he could even reach her, she had kicked the guy in the nuts and then the face, laying him out flat. By the time Marc got to her side, it was over. She was coughing and rubbing at her neck.
“I did not see that coming,” she said, clearing her throat.
“Me, neither. But did you have to get half fucking naked!?” he asked, glaring down at her peach colored panties.
“Hey! I would like it noted that in my plan, no one got shot at and we got the car! Now shut the fuck up and drive!” she snapped, snatching her shorts off the ground and stomping around the car.
“Don’t you fucking get lippy with me! He was about to eat one of your tits, and you would’ve let him! You could’ve just knocked him out and taken his keys!” Marc pointed out when they were both in the car. She threw the keys at him.
“Violence isn’t always necessary, Mr. Caveman!”
“Judging by the fact that the asshole is now unconscious on the ground, I’d say it is. You just fucking liked it, didn’t you?” Marc called her out. She threw her head back and laughed.
“For fuck’s sake, you’re jealous! Of some fat guy in cheap polyester! Oh yeah, you’re totally right, I loved it. If only you weren’t here, I could be happily boinking my brains out right now,” Lily taunted him.
“You are the most annoying woman I’ve ever met.”
“Yeah? Well the feeling is entirely mutual.”
Marc was about to respond when he clued into the fact that they weren’t the only ones talking. He blinked at her for a second, then twisted around, looking out the door. The French man was on the ground, barking into a cell phone as he scooted backwards away from the Explorer. Marc groaned and slammed his door shut.
“Nothing is ever easy with you,” he growled, jamming the keys in the ignition and firing up the engine.
“Only because it’s you who slows us down,” she dished right back to him.
The tires squealed as he tore up the ramp out of the garage. Several guards were running down the ramp, and they dove out of the way. The front gate was opening up, letting several guard cars race into the hotel’s grounds. Marc went around the fountain once, then zipped out past the gate.
“Fuck,” he swore, watching in the mirrors as several cars followed them down the streets, lights blazing.
“This would have been the perfect plan,” Lily grumbled as she climbed onto her knees, watching their pursuers over the back of her seat. He glanced at her, did a double take at her mostly bare ass, then went back to the road.
“Can you stop bitching for a moment and use that big brain of yours to get us out of this situation? Seeing as how you’re so good at it,” he reminded her. She smacked him in the arm.
“Shut up. I left the map in the hotel, I have no clue where to go. Do you have any guns?” she asked.
“One.”
“Then I guess we’d better make it count. Give it to me,” she said, and he handed it over.
“Don’t do anything crazy. If we break this car, you can fucking walk to Morocco.”
“Whatever, just slow down.”
She rolled down her window as he dropped speed. She pulled herself out of the car so she was sitting on the door and Marc automatically grabbed her leg, holding her behind her knee, in case she fell.
“Go for a tire!” he shouted over the wind. “These streets are so narrow, if the car flips, it’ll block all the rest from getting through!”
“Got it!”
There was silence. No gun shots. Marc watched as the security cars got closer and closer. He glanced at her, then glanced at the mirrors. Then back to her. Back to the mirrors. The closest car was right behind them, almost touching their bumper. He lost his patience.
“What the fuck are you waiting for!?”
BAM.
One gun shot, and he watched as the car behind them swerved dramatically back and forth before ramming into a post. One of the cars following behind it didn’t have time to stop and rammed into it, flipping it on its side, completely blocking the road. Two more cars added to the mess, and it was soon obvious that no one would be following them.
Admit it, she’s good. Better than you even thought possible.
Marc punched the gas pedal and cranked the wheel, taking a sharp right down a narrow street. Lily managed to slowly slide back inside as he took four more turns, trying to put as much distance between them and the hotel, as quickly as possible, but without getting so far away that he couldn’t find his way back without the map.
“That was amazing!” Lily shouted when they screeched to a stop behind a dumpster, out of sight of the road.
“I can’t believe you made that shot!” he exclaimed, leaning forward to press his head against the wheel.
“I can’t, either! Did you see it!?” she sounded amazed, and she got back onto her knees, looking out the back of the car. He sat up again.
“Of course I fucking saw it. It was an amazing shot,” he agreed.
“It was an amazing plan! We pulled so
mething off, as planned, finally!” she laughed, turning towards him.
“About fucking time,” he agreed, smiling back at her.
They stared at each other for a minute, and then it was like someone hit a bell.
Ding! Round One: Marc vs. Lily
They crashed into each other, barely meeting at the mouths. Her tongue swept across the front of his teeth as his hands dove into the back of her underwear, forcing her closer. She tried to crawl over the console between them, but his seat was too close to the wheel and her ass set off the horn for a moment. He wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned them backwards, forcing them between the seats.
They wiggled and moved and stretched, falling into the back seat all while still groping each other. He managed to sit upright and she was on him immediately, straddling his lap. She pulled his t-shirt off and while her nails scratched across his chest, he shoved his hand into her underwear, finding her burning hot and ready for him.
“You should shoot out tires more often if it gets you this wet,” he said as she panted in his ear.
“Good idea. Maybe I should also hit on other men more often, since it seems to have gotten you so hot,” she replied. He knotted his free hand in the hair on the back of her head and yanked.
“Not fucking funny. No more plans like that,” he informed her.
“No more.”
Then her hand was down his pants, squeezing the base of his dick, and it was a different kind of battle. He had the advantage; with his hand underneath her, he could manipulate multiple fingers in multiple different ways. She was only able to stroke him a couple times before she wasn’t able to control her movements.
“Not yet,” he whispered, pulling his hand away. She let out a frustrated cry, but he swallowed it with his mouth, kissing her hard while he worked his pants down his hips.
She pulled her tank top off while he pushed the crotch of her panties to the side. She was working on taking her bra off, but he couldn’t wait. He held his dick with one hand, then wrapped his arm around her waist and forced her down on top of him. All over him. She shuddered and groaned, her hands dropping to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
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