Posted by Vinnie on May 30, 2007 at 17:57:20:
Room Service, Part 2: Dancers a la carte
By Vinnie
Lani was blessed. She knew it. She knew it for sure as she stood gazing at her own stunning reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that surrounded her. Inside the hotel elevator traveling up to the top floor. To the penthouse.
Lani admired herself in the mirrors, creamy-smooth golden skin, and long, sun-lightened golden brown hair contrasting erotically with her flirty red lycra micro-miniskirt, stretchy red lycra tube top, and tall red stiletto heels. Her long, silken hair, so thick and wavy, draped across one eye, falling in front of her exotic face, spilling over her gorgeous 36G tits. Neon-red gloss glistened on her sensuous bee-stung lips. Covered head-to-toe in expensive gold jewelry, Lani’s shiny earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and anklets gleamed in the light as she turned and twisted in front of the mirrors, stretching her shapely legs, pointing the toes of her red platform stiletto heels, turning her slender ankles side-to-side, admiring her taut, toned thighs and smooth, shapely calves. Sexy thigh-high silk stockings, adorned with red lace trim and red back seams, climbed sensuously up those gorgeous gams. Lani licked her lips and smiled, stroking her bare midriff, playing with her shiny rhinestone navel pendant, sliding her hands up and down her tight torso, feeling the sensuous curves of her shapely hips, round ass, and swelling breasts through the skintight fabric of her red lycra miniskirt and cleavage-baring tube top. Lani swung her hips round and round, arching her back, thrusting and squeezing her big juicy tits, purring like a kitten as she posed seductively in her erotic red ensemble.
Yes, Lani was surely blessed.
She knew it as she turned her eyes toward Keiko, the exotic young Japanese doll riding up to the top with her. Keiko. Her insatiable new lover. She knew it as she thought about the gorgeous girls who’d rented the penthouse suite. Cherry, Lexi, and all the others. They were all beautiful. Sexy. And they had money. Lots of money. They needed exotic dancers for the evening. Entertainment for the big party. It would be a night of opportunity. And pleasure. With money to be made. And perhaps a little something extra for dancers Lani and Keiko. There would be girls to play with. Beautiful girls. With lots of love to give. A whole penthouse packed with long-haired glamour babes. Room-after-room. Filled to the brim with tight miniskirts, expensive lingerie, and tall spike heels. Jam-packed with tits, legs, and ass. An ocean of juicy red lips, warm wet mouths, and tight pink pussies.
All night long.
Lani sighed loudly and smiled wickedly as she ogled the voluptuous 37-23-36 body of her beautiful young Japanese lover, Keiko. Just 21 year old, the 5’ 8” Asian doll wore a shiny stretch satin and lace micro-miniskirt, matching black satin and lace bustier, long fishnet gloves, tall black ankle-strap spike heels, and lycra mesh thigh-high stockings that laced up the back with black satin ribbons. A diamond-choker necklace encircled her slender throat, matching diamond chandelier earrings dangled to her shoulders, and a diamond navel piercing swung back and forth across her tight tummy. Jet-black hair, long and straight, cloaked her shoulders like a silky curtain, flowing like a velvet waterfall down her back, all the way to her trim waist.
Keiko glanced over her shoulder at Lani, the 25-year-old, 36-22-36, Hawaiian-Filipina exotic dancer who was now her lover. Keiko licked her ruby red lips, and stroked her gloved hands over her own luscious pair of swelling 37DD breasts, down across her flat tummy, and underneath the glossy black satin and lace miniskirt that barely covered her tight, round ass. She would put on a show for the girls in the penthouse tonight. A show they would never forget. A show that would make Lani want her more than ever.
Keiko returned Lani’s gaze as the elevator approached its destination. Lani was her lover, her mentor, the one who told her what to do. And Keiko loved being told what to do. Lani looked hot tonight all dressed in red. Hot. So hot. That micro-mini skirt. It was so short and so tight. So slick and shiny. Look at the way it stretched around her ass. And those beautiful big tits. The way they bounced and jiggled when Lani walked. The way they looked inside that skintight tube top. You could even see her big, hard nipples! God, her tits were so big. And they stood up so high on her chest. Thrust straight out. Like two big, ripe melons!
Keiko stepped across the elevator. She wrapped her arms around Lani’s bare midriff, and slid her hands through her lover’s long, thick brown hair and along her shoulders. Keiko began stroking her fingertips across the cropped red tube top encasing Lani’s luscious 36G breasts, squeezing those gorgeous big tits, pinching those hard nipples, letting her hands slide down to the skintight 7” red lycra micro-miniskirt stretching over Lani’s round, bubble-shaped ass, reaching underneath to pet the matching red satin G-string, ogling Lani’s long, shapely legs, sleek stockings, and bright red platform stiletto heels.
They kissed deeply. Rolling their long, sexy tongues round and round inside each other’s red-painted mouths while their hands and fingers roamed up and down, groping and squeezing, gliding over mountainous breasts, tight tummies, and magnificent curves.
Lani spun Keiko around and bent her forward, sliding her right hand under Keiko’s tight skirt to fondle the silver-studded, zip-front, black leather thong covering Keiko’s neatly trimmed pussy. Lani held Keiko’s hair like reins, tugging on the thick black mane with one hand as she slid her other hand inside the soft leather of Keiko’s tiny micro-thong. The exotic Japanese beauty writhed and moaned as Lani worked her magic. Sliding her fingers in and out, in and out, in and out. Suddenly, the elevator came to a stop at the top floor. The doors opened. A long hallway led to the penthouse at the other end.
Lani swatted Keiko across her tight buns, and pushed her out of the elevator.
“Move your ass, my little bitch. I’ll fuck you later. Right now, we’ve got work to do!”
Keiko sighed as she moved forward, ahead of Lani. Striding down the hallway toward the penthouse. It was unusually dark. It was hard to see the end of the hallway. Maybe Cherry and Lexi wanted it that way. Dark. Maybe some of the hall lights had simply burned out. Oh well. Lani was sure the two girls near the penthouse door must be Cherry and Lexi. They were sitting in chairs on either side. In the dim, dark light. It seemed a little weird. Those two bitches were usually so noisy. Flirty. Sexy. Horny. Always kissing and groping each other. But they were just sitting there. On opposite sides of the door. Not really moving. Maybe they just needed a little motivation to get this party started!
As Keiko continued out ahead, Lani paused near the door to the utility closet halfway down the hall, and called out to Keiko:
“Hey, Keiko! Baby! Cherry and Lexi look like they’ve been partying too much already! The night is still young and they’re already lookin’ dead tired! Why don’t you help ‘em wake up! Dance for them! Go on! Do it! Show ‘em what you got, baby! Show ‘em!”
Lani leaned against the wall near the utility closet as Keiko turned with a wink and a smile, proceeding toward the two figures seated at the end of the hallway.
Keiko giggled and touched herself as she began to dance down the hallway toward the penthouse door. Swinging her hips, arching her back, shaking her thick black hair from side to side, caressing her heaving 37DD breasts, licking her ruby red lips, sucking on the fingers of her fishnet gloves, stroking her stockinged legs, and caressing every inch of the tight skirt and bustier that stretched around her voluptuous body. Keiko gave it everything she had. Twisting. Turning. Bending. Spinning seductively on her tall spike heels. Hands on hips. Shaking. Shimmying. Keiko stroked her fingers up and down, slowly lifting the front of her glossy micro-mini, revealing her jewel-studded black leather thong. Keiko played with the slick and shiny fabric, stroking the thong, fondling the jewel-encrusted edges, and slipping her fingers inside as she danced.
Lani began to squirm and writhe, touching herself, lifting and squeezing her sweet tits, thrusting her hips forward and back, moaning softly as she watched her ultra-femme young lover. My God, Keiko could dance. She could really dance. So smooth. So light on her feet. So beautiful. Look at her body. Just look at it. The way she moved her hips. Swinging them side-to-side. Her little black skirt. So short. Short enough to catch a glimpse of that leather thong as she wiggled her ass and snapped her hips back and forth. Those gorgeous tits. Rolling, wobbling, jiggling. Almost bursting from that strapless, lace-up black bustier. Undulating erotically as she strutted down the hallway.
Lani closed her eyes, and leaned back against the wall. Her hands drifted down across the front of her skintight red lycra mini. She reached below the hem. Along her inner thighs. Stoking her fingertips over the front of her skimpy red G-string. Stroking. And stroking. And stroking. And stroking. Sliding her fingertips underneath. Into her candy-sweet cunt. Working her fingers in and out, in and out. Thrusting her hips. Thrusting. And thrusting. And thrusting. And thrusting. Sighing. Moaning.
“Yeah! Yeah! Oh, yeah! Baby! Baby! Ohhhhh! You look good! So good! I want you so bad, baby! So bad! I just can’t get enough! I think I’m gonna cum! Oh my God, I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! Yeaahhh! Yeeaaahhhh! Oh, Yeeeaaaahhhh!!”
The dark stranger cracked open the utility closet door and peered out. He couldn’t believe his continued good fortune. The voluptuous Hawaiian doll was only steps away from his hiding place in the closet. She was close. So close. He could almost reach out and touch her. The scent of her exotic perfume filled his head as she stood with her back to him, writhing and moaning, her curvaceous body poured into that butt-hugging red miniskirt and stretchy tube top – an erotic vision of tight buns, succulent tits, curvy legs, long hair, and tall stiletto heels.
His prodigious cock began to grow and harden as he ogled the beautiful Hawaiian girl, looking her up and down, savoring everything she had to offer, gazing hungrily at the sensual writhing of her voluptuous, orgasming, golden-brown body, enthralled by the jiggle of her big, juicy tits, the sway of her delicious, thrusting hips, the tightness of her trim, flat tummy, the wiggle of her round, inviting ass, the curve of her long, muscular calves, the sultry sheen of her thick, sun-lightened brown hair, the golden hue of her dark skin, the sparkle of her expensive gold jewelry, the click of her tall stiletto heels on the hardwood floor. She had it all. She was gorgeous. He would have her tonight. In his own special way.
Lani was cumming. He could hear her moans. It was time. Time to introduce himself.
The dark stranger stepped in close, pressing his face into her long hair, tracing her blonde highlights with his fingers as his hands drifted down her back, gripping and squeezing her tight buns, sliding his hands around her waist, tugging on the long rhinestone pendant dangling from her navel, probing her jewel-encrusted belly button with his fingertips, reaching to cup and squeeze her full, firm breasts, pinching her erect nipples through the glossy red fabric of her skintight tube top. He slid his fingers back and forth across her bare midriff, and stroked the front of her glossy red micro-mini before slipping his fingers underneath, caressing the front of her slick and shiny red G-string, hooking his fingers inside, probing her moist pussy with his fingers, sliding her skimpy red panties down to her ankles, tracing the red back seams of her smooth silk stockings with his fingertips as he slid his hands back up her legs from ankle to thigh.
Startled by these groping hands, Lani gasped and jumped. Her eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. She twisted back and forth. Tight buns shaking and jiggling. Shapely leg muscles tensing and tightening. Tits swaying erotically. Big, gold hoop earrings swinging in little circles as she turned her head from side to side. Golden brown hair sliding sexily across her shoulders as she glanced back. Trying to look behind. Who? Who was there? Who was it? She saw him. And felt him. And struggled to pull away.
From the tall dark stranger pressing into her from behind.
“What…? What the…? What the fuck…? Who? Who are you? What are you doing!”
“I’m here for my money. You know. You know all about it. Where is it? Who has my money? Someone in the penthouse has it. Right? Which one of you has it? Tell me. Who’s in charge? Cherry? Lexi? I hope not. They can’t answer any more questions. They’re both dead. Someone else? Who? Who’s your leader? Who’s in charge? Tell me. Tell me everything! Now! Right now!”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! Please! I’m only a dancer! I don’t know who has the money! Please! Ask Keiko! Keiko knows! She talked to Cherry! Cherry told her all about the money! Ask Keiko! Please! I’m a dancer! I’m just a dancer!”
“Not anymore, baby. Not anymore.”
The dark stranger pulled a plastic garment bag from the closet, slid it over Lani’s head, wrapped it tight around her neck, and pulled her, silent and struggling, back into the darkened closet, the door closing behind her as she disappeared into the blackness within.
A wide-eyed look of shock and horror spread across Lani’s face as she felt the plastic bag stretch tight, cutting off her air. Panic set in as she desperately gasped and gasped and gasped for breath, arms flailing, big chest heaving, feminine squeals pouring from her throat. Her pouty mouth stretched wide, glossy red-painted lips pressing against the inside of the bag as she searched for air, but only sucked more plastic into her throat. The exotic Hawaiian-Filipina Barbie doll rose up on her tiptoes of her 5” red stiletto heels, squirming and squealing as she felt something long and hard pressing against her miniskirted ass, sliding up and under, slithering between her luscious stocking-clad thighs, pushing, probing, stroking back and forth along her sweet slit. She tensed and squealed again as the dark stranger spread her legs, lifted the back of her tight and shiny micro-mini and thrust upward, driving his considerable cock deep and hard into her pretty pink pussy, plunging into her from behind as he held the plastic bag tight with his left hand, and groped her alluring and ample breasts with his right.
As their erotic struggle began in earnest, the dark stranger cracked open the closet door again to watch the unsuspecting young Japanese beauty down the hall, dancing and twirling on her tall stiletto heels. Keiko swung her hips in a wide circle, thrusting and spinning, bending her knees, shaking and shimmying, lifting her skirt, stroking her leather thong, caressing her big juicy tits, tossing her hair back and forth, moving seductively as the unseen stranger gazed intently, his cock growing longer, thicker and harder by the second as he stroked and stroked and stroked into Lani from behind, burying his hard cock deep in her tight pussy while he watched Keiko strut and prance.
Lani’s long mane of golden brown hair flowed out past the edges of the plastic bag as her head fell back, pretty brown eyes and sensuous mouth stretched wide, voluptuous body twisting, turning, squirming, writhing. Sexy spike heels clicking and clattering, luscious thighs tensing and tightening, smooth silk stockings rubbing together in erotic fashion, making a soft and sensual “swishing” sound as she stumbled and staggered. Lani reached back with clawing fingers. Frantically. Grabbing at the bag, grasping at his hands, flailing at him, trying anything to get away. Kicking her legs. Wiggling her hips. Twisting. Turning. Gasping. Gagging. Squealing. Legs spread wide. Big chest thrust forward. Massive melons shaking and jiggling. Cherry-red miniskirt rising up, up, up, inch-by-inch, higher and higher on her thighs, exposing her naked pussy, and the long, thick cock pounding into her tight sugar snatch from behind.
The dark stranger reached over Lani’s bare shoulders to find the shiny red tube top that held her stupendous 36G breasts in place. He gripped and pulled hard, jerking the skimpy top off her big tits, releasing Lani’s stunning knockers from their tight bondage. He drew the tube top up to her throat, looping the red fabric over her head, and twice around her neck to secure the plastic bag in place. Taking a large helping of naked breast meat in each hand, he held on tightly to her titanic tits, picking up the pace as he plunged in and out of her pussy, riding her hard from behind as he reached around her slender torso to grip and squeeze her exquisitely firm, ripe, and delicious 36G tits.
The exotic and beautiful Hawaiian-Filipina hottie began to twitch and jerk, gasping and gurgling as she sucked plastic further and further into her red-painted mouth, smearing glossy red lipstick across the inside of the bag as her jaw went slack. Her tight pussy began to spasm rhythmically, tightening around the thick cock buried deep within, squeezing tighter and tighter, bringing the stranger closer and closer to orgasm. He came hard once again, filling another bawdy and buxom babe with a river of hot cum while she continued her erotic twitching, jerking and groaning.
As the seconds ticked by, Lani’s flailing and struggling slowed and weakened. Her long eyelashes fluttered, her big brown eyes rolled back in her head, and her body relaxed. The dark stranger stroked hard one last time, thrusting deep as Lani went limp, then he slid out of her pleasingly-tight pussy, wiped himself off on the back of her bright red miniskirt, and spun her around. Lifting her up by her gorgeous tits, he used the twisted tube top to hang the beautiful exotic dancer on a hook attached to the back of closet door.
Suspended off the ground, Lani swayed back and forth on the door hook, plastic bag sucked tightly to her beautiful contorted face, eyes bulging, mouth wide, red lips and long tongue pressed against the inside of the bag, jewelry-laden arms hanging limply at her sides, hands and fingers frozen in a claw-like pose, massive tits thrust out like titanic twin peaks, long legs dangling almost to the floor, red stiletto heels tapping out a faint rhythm as she swung back and forth, red micro-mini pushed above her sweet sex, red G-string draped around her slender ankles.
The dark stranger stepped closer. Running his over Lani’s curvaceous body. Enjoying the slick, smooth feel of her silk stockings, the length and curve of her calves and thighs, the shape and fullness of her hips and ass, the majestic size and firmness of her spectacular breasts. Using his tongue and fingertips, he traced the outline of Lani’s wide mouth and sensuous ruby lips, still pressing firmly against the inside of the bag, sucked tight to the plastic. He gazed intently. Watching his recent gusher of hot cum oozing like lava from Lani’s plundered pussy, leaking out past her sweet sugar walls, dripping over the pretty butterfly tattoos painted high on her golden-brown thighs, dribbling across the red lace trim of her expensive silk stockings, trickling down her curvy legs.
My God. What a glorious evening this was turning out to be! It was all going so perfectly. He was going to get his money back tonight. And more. So much more.
Yes, the dark stranger was amazed once again by his good fortune. Cherry and Lexi had been a special treat to start the evening. He had taken them both so easily. And now Lani. She had been utterly intoxicating. Gorgeous. Exotic. Spectacular. And she had pointed the way to his stolen money. He would come back later for her gold jewelry and red stiletto heels. But now it was Keiko’s turn. She would tell him exactly where to find the cash. Then he would have her.
In his own special way.
Keiko continued her slow, erotic dance toward the two figures seated near the penthouse door. Keiko knew that Lani was watching from behind. She’d heard Lani’s heavy breathing, heard the moaning, the orgasm, the gasping, followed by a sudden silence. Keiko was sure that the horny Hawaiian must be playing with herself. Playing with herself as she watched Keiko dance.
Keiko closed in on Cherry and Lexi. Moving. Spinning. Dancing down the hallway toward the two figures seated on opposite sides of the penthouse door. The athletic Japanese beauty danced seductively - gyrating, bending, turning, twisting, twirling, and touching herself, sliding her gloved hands up and down her voluptuous body as the her shiny black outfit glowed in the dark, dim hallway lights reflecting off her wiggling miniskirt, tight bustier, and long fishnet gloves. She spread her legs wide, lifted her mini, and began stroking her leather thong, fingering the silver studs, pulling the little front zipper up and down, up and down, up and down as she strutted and danced. Moving seductively down the hallway. Long black hair swaying in rhythm with her rocking hips.
Closer and closer to the penthouse door.
Keiko continued her erotic hip rolling, moaning sexily as she approached the two girls. She was dancing beautifully tonight. She knew it. Felt it. She knew Lani was turned on. But Cherry and Lexi? They were just sitting there like a couple of statues. Not saying anything. Keiko moved to her left, spinning, twisting, bending, rocking her hips, tossing her hair back and forth, shaking her big tits. Trying to be sexy. Trying to get some kind of reaction from Cherry and Lexi. What the hell was going on?
“Hey, Lexi? You okay? Had too much to drink? What’s the matter? Don’t like my dancing or what? How about a little feedback, know what I mean? Don’t you like my outfit? I’m dancin’ my ass off, and you’re just sitting there! Look, what’s the fucking problem, anyway? I thought you bitches liked girls! What’s going on here? Can’t talk? Come on, say something! Is this some kind of a joke? Are you guys totally fucked up, or what? Hey! Wait a minute! Cherry! Hey, Cherry! What’s the matter with Lexi? Her face doesn’t look right. What’s that thing around her neck? Listen, I don’t like this. Something isn’t right. Those look like her silk stockings. Her stockings are wrapped around her neck! Look at her eyes! And her tongue! Cherry! Are you listening to me? Cherry! Cherry? Oh, my God! Cherry! What happened? Look at you! There’s blood everywhere! And your belly. It’s all carved up! Cherry! What’s going on? This is crazy! I’m getting help. Lani! Lani!
Keiko took one step back, then started to turn around, but instantly, the dark stranger stepped in front, blocking her path. Slowly, he moved into Keiko, forcing the Japanese fetish girl backward until her ass bumped against the plate glass window at the end of the hallway. The stranger leaned in close, his lips just inches from Keiko’s.
“Hey, what’s your hurry? You were just starting to get warmed up. I really like your dancing. You look real hot all dressed in black satin and lace. You’re showin’ a lot of cleavage, baby. A lot of cleavage. You got nice tits. Real nice tits. Love your legs too. You look good in those mesh stockings with the laces in back. And that tight little miniskirt. Makes your ass look hot. Just what I like. Yeah, love your long, black hair too. It’s so nice and thick. You’re a gorgeous girl. You got nice lips. Beautiful skin. And those big Asian eyes. You can’t leave yet. No way. You’re not goin’ anywhere, baby. I’ve got questions. Lots of questions. Like, where’s my money? Your girlfriend Lani said I should talk to you. About my money. She said you knew. Who has my money? I want to know. Now! Who’s your leader? Who has my money?”
The dark stranger pushed Keiko back against the large plate glass window, pulled a silencer-equipped 9mm pistol from his waistband, and began sliding the barrel back and forth across her beautiful, bare midriff as she squirmed against the cold glass.
“Tell me, Keiko. All you have to do is tell me where my money is. Who’s in charge? Who’s your leader? Who set this whole thing up? Come on, baby. Just tell me.”
“I don’t know! Please, I don’t know! I’m a dancer. I’m just a dancer! I don’t know anything about any money! I promise! I don’t know! I don’t know! Please! Ask Lani. Lani knows! Cherry told her! Ask Lani! Lani knows all about the money!”
“Come on, baby! Don’t be that way! Don’t lie to me. That’s just not right. Lani said she didn’t know anything. She said I should ask you. Now you’re telling me you don’t know anything. And I should ask her! I guess I shouldn’t have killed Lani so quickly. I can’t go back to ask her more questions. She’s dead. See? If you look hard, you can see her. Down the hall. Hangin’ from the door. With a plastic bag back over her head. So, I’ll ask you again. Who’s your leader? Where’s my money?”
“You killed her? You killed Lani? Oh, my God! How could you? How could you do that! Listen! Please! I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know anything about your money. Listen, I’ll do anything! Anything! Please! Please don’t kill me!”
“Relax, Keiko, just relax. I have another idea. I’m beginning to feel like I need to approach you in a slightly different way. Perhaps a little less talk, and a little more action? Would you like that? I’m thinkin’ maybe that’s the best way for us to proceed. In order to reach a resolution. Perhaps a little harder, deeper line of questioning, so to speak. Maybe that will help open you up, if you get my drift.”
“What? What do you mean? What are you gonna do? Wait! Just wait a minute!”
Keiko began to squirm as the dark stranger stepped in close. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his tongue nibbling on her left ear as he took her long diamond earring into his mouth. His left hand drifted past her bare shoulder to cup and squeeze her big, firm breast. Keiko felt the gun barrel on her tummy, sliding back and forth, sliding down across the front of her black satin micro-mini. He traced the curve of her hip, the length of her long left leg, sliding the barrel along her stocking-clad thigh until it disappeared under the hem of her tight mini. He pushed and probed, sliding the barrel between her legs, stroking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, pressing into the front of her glossy leather thong, pushing, probing, slipping underneath, stroking, stroking, stroking. Deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Sliding and stroking. Sliding and stroking.
Into her moist and delicious pussy.
“Now. Keiko. Baby. Where’s my money?”
“Unnhh! Unnhh! Wait! Ohhhh! Wait! Unnhh! Be Unnhh! Careful! Unnhh! Don’t! Ohhhh! Please! Unnhh! I’ll I’ll Unnhh! Ohhhh! I’ll tell! I’ll tell you! Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! Ohhhh! My! Ohhhh! My! Pussy! My! Pussy! Unnhh! Unhhh! My! Unnhh! Unnhh! God! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Okay! It’s Victoria! Victioria! She! She! She! Unnhh! Ohhhh! Unnhh! She has. The money! She! Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! She set it all up! She’s in the Unnhh! Unnhh! In the big Unnhh! Unnhh! In the big bedroom suite! Unnhh! Near the back! Ohhhh! Please! Unnhh! Unnhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot me in Unnhh! Unnhh! In my, my, my Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!”
“Shhhh! Shhhhhh! Relax, Keiko! Relax. It’s okay baby. You did good. You did real good. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna blow a hole in your tight little pussy. That would be a waste. A real waste. So, it’s Victoria, is it? Who woulda’ thought! Victoria. She’s in the big bedroom suite. And she’s got all my money with her? When is she gonna split the dough with the others? How many girls are in there? Do they all look as good as you? Ahhhh, never mind, baby. I’ve been askin’ too many questions, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll just find out on my own. After I get inside. I think we both need break. Relax a little bit. Unwind. Have some fun. Know what I mean?”
The dark stranger pulled the dripping silencer from Keiko’s pussy, and drew it upwards, dragging the gun across the front of her black satin mini, over her tight tummy and big tits, along her cheek, pausing at her sensuous mouth, sliding the barrel back and forth across her full red lips. As her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped, he pushed the silencer deep into her red-painted mouth, and began sliding the barrel in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.
His free hand drifted across the front of her micro-mini before disappearing underneath. His fingers slid to her black leather thong. He tickled the front with his fingertips, tugged on the gleaming silver zipper, and pulled down. The tight little thong fell open. And began to slide down. Keiko felt a hand grope her thigh, reaching behind her knee, stroking her mesh stockings, bending and lifting her right leg. He plunged forward. Pinning her miniskirted ass against the window. She gasped and squealed as he suddenly entered her fast and hard. Driving his rock hard cock into her tight pink pussy while he rolled the silencer round and round and round the inside of her pouty mouth.
Keiko’s head began to spin as the stranger took control, rolling his hips hard between her legs as he slid the gun barrel past her shiny, candy-red lips. He pounded Keiko against the window, her satin-clad ass bouncing off the pane as he worked her over. She grunted and groaned with every deep thrust, her lithe body flopping against the thick glass, thudding loudly, with arms flailing, big tits shaking and jiggling, long hair engulfing her beautiful face, black satin mini pushed high on her slim hips.
The dark stranger pulled the silenced pistol from her open mouth, and slid the barrel down the front of her black stretch satin and lace bustier, probing her deliciously deep cleavage with cold steel, pushing the long barrel down between her luscious tits, pushing deeper, snapping open the lace-up front, one lace at a time, as he shoved the silencer farther and farther down. With his 9mm fully inside Keiko’s black strapless bustier, and the tip of the silencer resting in her jeweled navel, the stranger jerked back on the gun handle. The shiny satin bustier snapped open to expose Keiko’s glorious 37DDs, swaying, undulating, rocking, jiggling, dripping with glistening beads of cold sweat.
The silencer twisted and turned, probing Keiko’s deep navel, pushing in and pulling out, clicking against the diamond pendant dangling from her belly. The barrel slid up her torso to her heaving breasts, rolling over her luscious tits, poking, prodding, and probing her firm and delicious melons.
“Please! I told you what you wanted to know! Please! Stealing your money! It wasn’t my idea! It was Cherry and Lexi! And Victoria! It was their idea! They did it! Please! Please! I’m a dancer! I’m just a dancer!”
“Not anymore, baby. Not anymore.”
The dark stranger picked up the pace, pinning Keiko’s ass to the window as he impaled her sweet pussy on his long thick cock, pumping harder and faster, stroking deeper and deeper. He leaned forward to kiss her ruby lips, thrusting his wiggling tongue deep into her sensuous mouth as he rhythmically rocked his hips back and forth, plunging in and out, in and out, in and out. With one hand, he deftly removed Keiko’s long diamond earrings and her glistening diamond choker necklace. With the other, he slid the 9mm down across her tight abs, pressing and rotating the barrel into her pretty, pierced navel.
And pulled the trigger.
A silenced “pewt”
a feminine squeal
a deep groan
a squirt of blood
from a dime-sized hole
a red hot slug
drilling through tight flesh
a splintering of glass behind
a gust of air
a whooshing sound
as the window behind blew out
and a voluptuous body began to topple backwards
through the shattered pane.
Keiko’s arms windmilled crazily as she began to fall back through the broken window. She reached out with fishnet gloves. The stranger gripped her forearms. Holding her upright. Pulling her close as he plunged into her pussy one last time, holding himself deep inside. And he came hard once more. Another gusher of hot cum. For the fourth time tonight. Into another beautiful and buxom bad girl.
He let his hands slide down her forearms, to her wrists, to her fingertips. He held on. For a split second. And then he let go. Keiko shrieked as she began to fall once more. Until he reached for her again. Grabbing hold of the dangling diamond navel pendant still attached to her tight belly. Stopping her inevitable tumble. He held on. For a moment. She flailed her arms. Leaning back. Wind rushing over her naked tits. Long black hair fluttering out the window. Saved only by the hand gripping her glistening navel jewelry. Another squirt of blood. As the pendant tore loose. And she began to tumble again, her round buns landing on the window pane, body tilting, tipping, pitching backwards, legs flying up, stiletto heels in the air, falling back, back, back. Shrieking as she began to disappear out the window. Until a pair of strong hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place, with head and torso dangling out the broken window, legs and feet still inside.
Keiko’s tight bustier began to slip off her flailing arms. A hand reached out, adroitly snatching the sexy fetish top from her torso before moving quickly to the black satin micro-mini bunched at her hips, unzipping, pulling the ultra-tight, ultra-short skirt off her shapely hips and ass. Two hands gripped the front of her black leather thong and pulled down along her thighs. To the lace tops of her lycra mesh stockings. Nimble fingers unlaced the black satin ribbons running up the backs of her calves and thighs, and slowly drew the sexy stockings and glossy black thong down her legs, all the way to her slender ankles.
As Keiko slid farther and farther out the window.
For a split second, his fingertips brushed over Keiko’s curvy calves, slender ankles, pretty feet, and bright red toenails. Deftly, dexterously, the dark stranger unfastened the shiny buckles of Keiko’s black, ankle-strap, 6” stiletto heels, tilted her back, and in one swift motion, pulled her shoes, stockings, and panties off her voluptuously beautiful and precariously perched body. As he lifted her stiletto heels, sexy stockings, and black thong up to his face, he sighed deeply, breathing in the erotic aroma of leather and lace.
And glanced down.
As Keiko tumble backwards, out the shattered window.
Wearing only her fishnet gloves, the beautiful, nude, Japanese exotic dancer toppled head-over-heels into the black abyss below, shrieking all the way. Her last high-pitched scream faded away as she plummeted into the darkness, leaving only the scent of her perfume behind. The cold night air whistled over her hard nipples and undulating 37DDs as she rolled and tumbled, wind rushing like a tornado through her billowing black hair, blowing over her long legs and tight ass, whooshing across the deep crack of her round butt cheeks and the sweet slit of her cum-drenched pussy as she hurtled towards the ground. Keiko’s voluptuous airborne body turned and twisted, spinning sexily, blood streaming from the burning bullet hole in her tight belly, arms and legs thrashing wildly as she tumbled through the onrushing air, spiraling downward in an erotic death plunge, flying, flailing, free-falling, down, down, down, down.
The hotel hallway went silent as the dark stranger draped Keiko’s smooth and sexy stockings around his neck, fondling her black leather thong with his left hand, stroking her tall stiletto heels with his right. Lost in thought. Listening. He leaned out the shattered window. And heard a distant “thud”, echoing far below.
Walking to the penthouse door, he pressed his ear against the hardwood. Music. The heavy “thump” of dance music. And voices. He heard voices inside. Partying. Laughing. Giggling. Moaning. And an unmistakable smell. A wonderful aroma. Clear. Distinct. He would recognize it anywhere. Money. The smell of money. Money inside.
His money.
Listening intently. He glanced to his right. He heard it. The sound of the elevator. Arriving once again. Stopping on the top floor. His floor. Bringing more girls. Beautiful girls. Someone with a key? Who would it be this time? With gun in hand, he lay down near the penthouse door. Time to play dead. He would wait. Patiently.
To see what the night’s next chapter would bring.