by Leo Sullivan
The knock on the door grew louder. Andrei was impatient. I flinched. My heart was doing summersaults in my chest. Mark waved the gun and spoke in a slow conspiratorial tone as his eyes brimmed with deadly intent. This was the jewel thief, not the roughneck lover that had just ravaged my body with his jagged sex, leaving my pussy swollen and sore.
“Holy fuck!” Mark exhorted and turned away from the door. His handsome blue eyes fulgurated both shock and admiration as he weaved his gun at me. I was terrified
“Get him inside. Now is the time to take them.”
“Are you crazy? They have security thick as Fort Knox!” I argued in a hushed tone.
“There is a breach of security right now. All of them are at the bar getting drunk, while their commander Nestor Kativor sleeps. I hired a high priced hooker to entertain them.”
“Nestor Kativor? Nestor Kativor?” I repeated and staggered away from the door.
Suddenly, chill bumps spread over my body as my mind stumbled and staggered. I suddenly remembered where I recalled the name, Nestor Kativor. My grandfather had warned me that a man named Nestor Kativor had tortured and brutally murdered my great-grandmother, the second Mary Buck.
“Who is this Nestor Kativor?” My voice trembled.
“We have no time for a question and answer session,” Mark snapped.
“Tell me who he is. I need to know,” my voiced screeched.
Mark rolled his shoulders, annoyed at me as he pressed his lips tight across his face indignantly and responded reluctantly with deep sigh.
“Nestor is part of a modern day KGB that dates back as far as the cold war. He is wanted by the United States for criminal charges. Crimes against humanity for the things he did when he served in the USSR. His specialty was interdisciplinary punishment. He likes to torture people. The man is ruthless. That is why I told you to leave. This is too dangerous for you. His security team has for years transported precious diamonds and other commodities for Russian plutocrats. They would kill you in a drop of a hat.”
As Mark talked, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. Not just my instincts, but common sense was telling me that this was the same man who had murdered my great grandmother. But still, I needed to know.
“How old is Nestor?”
“For god sake, are you writing a fucking book about the man?” Mark lambasted. I could see a large angry vein protruding from his forehead.
“I need to know!” I shot back, stumping my foot.
“He is almost ninety! Now open the door and let Andrei in.”
Adroitly, I did the math in my head and the figure came up close, considering my grandmother give birth to her first child when she was fifteen.
It took everything in me to get my equanimity, but I had to, so I reverted my focus back to the matter at hand.
“Okay, okay, I’m just curious about something. Nestor and his team seem so well…I mean organized?” I quickly changed the subject.
“They are, or so they think they are. With Nestor asleep, and the jewels stashed in the hotel room, cozy and tucked away, his acolytes do what many young men typically do when the boss is not looking. They jack off, and look to have fun. That is why we must seize the moment.”
I give him a quizzical expression. He must have read my apprehension.
“Trust me, these types of things happen with even the most stringent of security protocols. Recently, the President of the United States security team was caught frolicking with prostitutes in Brazil, I think it was. We can pull this off”
“We?” I scuffed incredulously.
There was another knock.
He gently shoved me towards the door. “Answer, and let him in,” Mark said, and reached into his pocket.
He tossed me a small, clear vial about the size of my pinky fingernail. Inside was a clear liquid.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Knock out drops. Just place a little in his drink. Now go!”
Mark walked over, entered the closet, and closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar.
Hurriedly, I put my clothes back on minus my bra and picked up the vodka. I opened my hotel door. My hair was askew, my supple breasts were exposed.
Andrei had started to retreat to his room. There was a tattoo of a leopard on his broad back. Both his biceps had tattoos of barbed wire.
“Hey!” I called out. “Where are you going handsome?” I flirted as I stood in the door with my blouse open, exposing peekaboo cleavage that made him stop in his tracks. He looked back and saw me. I wiggled my finger at him.
“Come here, big boy.” I drawled coquettishly.
He stared at my breasts. “What took you so long to answer the door? You got company? Where is vodka?” He asked in one long protracted breath like patience was not one of his virtues. His paper-thin lips were pink. They hinted at a snarl. That’s when I saw his cousin, Makar, standing inside their hotel room. He was barely visible in the lambent light. I thought I detected the metal briefcase still shackled to his wrist, and something else concealed in his other hand.
“I could use some company. Why don’t both of you come over here. There is enough to go around.” I cooed in a breathily timbre and pushed my breasts forward. I was aware that one of my nipples had spilled out of my blouse. Just that fast, I had become the embodiment of a femme fatale. I had to possess those diamonds.
The two Russians began to exchange dialogue in their foreign language. Then, Makar stuck his head out into the hallway, as if checking for something.
Makar whispered from across the hall to me. “We have American money as you ask for. Can you foke both of us fast? “
“Fuck both of us,” his cousin Andrei corrected and turned all the way around as if he was searching my face for an answer. He had sculptured six-pack abs that looked like a washboard. His pubic hair spread across his navel like silk spider webs.
I shook the half gallon of vodka out the door in my hand, as I wiggled my backside, and licked the rim of my top lip and threw him a sultry kiss. This was my quid pro quo.
“Come over here… put your cock in my mouth and drink vodka. Hurry!” I said, like an enchantress and stuck my finger in my panties. I was already dripping wet, full of cum as I stroked myself.
Both Andrei and Makar’s eyes bulged with lust as they watched me play in my pussy with the door cracked and a half a gallon of vodka in the other hand, tempting them, luring them with the duende of my wiles.
Through the door, I could see Makar glance at his watch. He then said something to Andrei in Russian.
Andrei turned to me with a blank stare and said, “I will come first. My comrade Makar would get into trouble if he were caught out the room. For such violation, he could face a firing squad.”
“Firing squad?” I retorted, aghast as I thought of the diabolical Nestor and his sinister mind.
“Perhaps I will come over there next?” I said to Makar who was standing in the doorway. He still had the briefcase shackled to his wrist. I could also make out the outline of a gun in his other hand.
“Hurry, come to me.” I said to Andrei, like we were old lovers. He hesitantly walked into my luxurious hotel suite.
Chapter Six
Venous Fly Trap
Cautiously, Andrei walked into my suite. He sniffed he air, and must have smelled the humid scent of my sex. It aroused him like an aphrodisiac, because he crinkled his aquiline nose at me and give my body a venturous look as if I was about to be his prey.
“You have glass to pour vodka?” he said, and walked up to me and squeezed my breast, then my backside.
I purred like a kitten and pushed my ample breasts up, thrusting them at him to facilitate his carnal lust. He sniffed me again. The scent of my sex must have been louder than I thought. He placed his lips on my neck and I could feel the coarse stubble on his face as it brushed across my earlobe. That’s when I happened to look in the mirror. I saw the closet door ajar where Mark was hiding. Something flashed like a piece of metal inside the closet
. Andrei must have seen it too, because he suddenly moved away from me and walked towards the closet as he reached for the gun at his side.
“Hey baby, what’s wrong?’ I asked with a voice filled with panic.
Andrei cut his eyes at me, then to the closet door suspiciously, as he approached it.
I hurriedly took off my clothes, stepped out of my panties, and picked up a squat glass off the table. The whole time, my heart was sledgehammering inside my chest. There was about to be a gun battle or worse, if Andrei opened the closet door.
I rushed over to him with my pendulous breast swinging, and threw my body against his, lassoing one arm over his shoulder.
“Andrei, what is wrong with you? You’re scaring me.” I said.
With his toe, he eased the door open and leveled his gun inside the closet. I held my breath and ground my pelvis against his body as I tried my best to pull his attention from the door. It opened wider. There was nothing at first, then I looked down and saw Mark’s foot. He was standing at the side of the closet.
“Now are you satisfied?” I asked with a tremor in my voice.
He gave me a wary shrug, but he was still trying to peer into the closet. I kissed him with so much passion that it felt like I was going to suck the palate out of his mouth. That got his attention. I steered him away from the closet and over to the couch. The entire time, I kept my tongue in his mouth. We stopped and pivoted. I came up for air and stole a glance in the closet. I could see Mark’s silhouette. His hand was moving like he was gesturing. Then I remembered the vial in my hand that he had given me.
The knock out drops.
“Let me pour you a drink?” I asked Andrei with a generic smile.
He was too busy fondling my breasts, then he did something that really threw me off balance. I was unprepared for it when he pushed me back onto the couch and began to lick on my breast.
“Baby, don’t you want a drink first, then I can please you in any way you like,” I cajoled.
“No, I have to hurry. Makar is next,” he insisted, and I realized that he was correct.
I was in a quagmire. Andrei’s tongue made a foray down to my midriff for a brief siesta at my navel. Then he drove it all the way home. He spread my legs wide and buried his tongue so deep in my pussy, it felt like he was trying to suck out my fallopian tube. My toes curled. I was not prepared for him to eat my pussy like I was a full course gourmet meal, and he was starved. The loud lapping sounds resonated, echoing through the room. I was so embarrassed, I know Mark was in the closet watching, but the feeling was so erotic. My pussy was already hyper sensitive to the touch.
Andrei spread my labia with his forefinger and thumb, and began to suck on my swollen clitoris and nibbled on it whole. At the same time, he inserted three fingers inside my pussy, fondling me as if he was trying to steal nectar from my body. I came instantly, with gushes and convulsions that rocked my body. Absentmindedly, I pressed his face against my body so tightly that I suffocated him. He pulled away and expelled a deep breath as he looked at me with a feral, fiendish, grin, and then struggled with his pants. The gun was back in his waist holster. He took out his cock. He had a magnificent tool, it was long and curved to the side. He stroked himself licentiously, then leaned forward and placed one of my legs on his shoulder as he prepared to penetrate me.
“Hold up! Wait!” I said and sat up on the couch.
“What is wrong?” he asked with lust in his eyes.
“We need to use a condom,” I said for an excuse to stall him. I had no intention of having sex with this man.
“Where you got condoms at? Hurry!” he said in a husky voice.
I got up from the couch, grabbed the glass off the table, and began to pour both of us drinks.
“What are you doing?” he asked impatiently, and walked over just as I was about to pour the drug into his glass.
“I want to have a quick drink first, then fuck your brains out.” I said with mock lust and stood on tiptoe to kiss him deeply. I dumped the contents of the vial into his glass while he was not looking.
“Here! A drink to a good fuck!” I said, passing him the glass. He took it, tossed the drink down, and frowned. I imitated him and tossed mine down too. It burned like a fiery hell down my throat.
Suddenly, he grabbed me and pulled me tightly against his chest. “No more time for games. I want you NOW!”
I could smell the alcohol on his breath. His hard shaft was pressed against my thigh. I could feel it throbbing as he palmed my ass and squeezed it. That’s when I detected movement in my peripheral. I looked over to see Mark step out of the closet and walked over behind Andrei with his gun in hand. I almost fainted. That’s when it happened. Andrei began to stagger like he had just been hit with a hard over hand right, as his eyes bucked wide. He shook his head from side to side, then squinted at me like his vision was blurred, and he was seeing double, maybe even triple. Then he keeled over, head first. The sound made a loud thump. His penis stood up, waving like a flag pole.
“What do we do now?” I raised my voice as I stepped forward and looked down at Andrei. Mark looked at his watch, then at the unconscious Andrei sprawled out on the floor with his penis erect.
“You need to get into the room with Makar, and get those diamonds.” Mark responded as he bent down to check Andrei’s pulse. I could tell his mind was distant, elsewhere, as if he really wasn’t listening to me. He took Andrei’s gun and stuffed it into the spin of his back.
“You have about an hour before Nestor wakes up to do his check up on this security team, and less than that before Alexander, the guy that was stationed at the door returns with the rest of the Russians. They’ll come back earlier, and make it appear to Nestor when he makes his rounds, that they were never gone.”
I had begun to fidget and pace the room nervously. My thoughts whirled a mile a minute. “How do you know this?” I said in a strained voice that was foreign to me.
Fear was burrowing into my soul. I didn’t know the habits of the Russians, and with everything said and done, I couldn’t trust Mark. I know his real interest lied in stealing the diamonds.
“I told you I had prostitutes entertaining the Russians at the bar. Liquor makes for lose tongues. One of the prostitutes told me this because she also gets paid for the information she provides me.”
“Okay.” I said with hubris that I was not feeling.
My mind churned, plotting, conspiring, inquiring. Not only did I have to beat the Russians for the diamonds, but I would have to finagle Mark and the Gotti clan. There was no way I could share the bounty of diamonds with him for the sake of my family’s legacy. I would have to avenge that for our family honor.
I quickly got dressed in my blouse, skirt with no panties or bra, and my six inch stilettos as I eerily looked at myself in the mirror. The entire time, Mark watched me intensely, then he reached down to check Andrei’s pulse again. As I hurried, the clock in my head ticked tempestuously like a sonic boom in my head.
“How long is he going to be knocked out?” I asked, referring to the unconscious Andrei sprawled out on the floor. His penis was still standing at full attention. His skin had begun to pale ghostly white.
Mark responded tartly, with obsidian eyes that were the deepest of blue. He was suddenly an enigma in my mind. “He may not wake up. You were only supposed to put a drop of the knock out potion in his drink. You poured the entire vial. It is not looking too good for our Russian friend.”
My legs suddenly grew weak, turning into jelly as I looked down at the young dying Russian, Andrei. “Oh God!” I groaned and placed a hand over my mouth.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” My voice screeched as I bent down and placed my hand on Andrei’s forehead. He was cold and damp.
“You didn’t ask. Besides, you have no time for sympathy. This is part of the business. There will be casualties, even death. Possibly even your death.” Mark said morbidly, and tossed me another vial of the clear knock out liquor. He looked at his Rolex watch,
took it off, and gave it to me. He announced ominously, “You now have about thirty minutes. Be sure to keep track of time. You must be out of Makar’s room before nine o’clock, or risk getting caught. Do you have any idea how you’re going to steal the diamonds?”
I pulled my eyes away from the dying man and gave Mark a blank stare as I placed his watch on my wrist. The large diamond baguettes shimmered as if I had captured a constellation of empyreal stars on my wrist. I didn’t have a clue as to how I was going to steal the jewels, and if I did, I wouldn’t have told him.
Mark continued, “I will have my team on standby, but there is really nothing we can do if a problem were to arise. As you already know, they have us out gunned and out manned.”
I rose like a feminine Sphinx, more determined than ever. I was operating off a pure adrenaline rush, and a primal visceral yearning. My palm with the vial of knock out drops was sweaty in my hand as I turned the doorknob. I exhaled a deep breath of confidence, and expelled a sigh of uncertainty and walked out the door into the unknown.