SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series Season One 🩸🔞

[Ifeoluwa]

Intense, but very interesting. When is episode 23 dropping. Can’t wait to reed it. Nice plot by the way…

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E024) 🩸🔞

By Adewole Kelvin

“FEARLESS RESOLVED”

Miguel’s Pov

I slammed my fist hard on the large table littered with cards, guns, cash bundles, and drugs, the force of the hit tossing some of the items into the air, as I gave my six fierce men kneeling before me a dead look, my anger growing by the second just from the sight of them, holding a Glock 6 gun in my hand.

“WHERE’S MY MONEY? THEN, WHERE THE F**K IS THE GIRL IF THERE’S NO MONEY, HUH? SEE, NOTHING TO OFFER! THAT GIRL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE COLLATERAL TO PAY BACK MY MONEY IF HER FATHER FAILS TO PAY, YOU KNOW THAT, HUH, DON’T YOU? BUT YOU BUNCH OF IMBECILES STILL DARE TO COME BACK HERE AND GIVE ME STUPID EXCUSES THAT SHE ESCAPED… JUST ONE TINY GIRL ESCAPES FROM YOUR HANDS? SIX OF YOU LOST ONE GIRL? OH, DISAPPOINTING AND EMBARRASSING… AND YOU IMBECILES STILL THINK YOU CAN BE CALLED ‘RED WOLVES’? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU COME BACK EMPTY-HANDED? NO MONEY, NO GIRL. NOTHING! JUST YOUR USELESS WEIGHTS AND WEAPONS… WELL, YOU SIX IMBECILES ARE NOTHING BUT GHOSTS OF THE RED WOLVES. NOW, YOU’RE F*****G DONE FOR! YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE COME BACK. AND IF YOU DIDN’T, HOW WOULD I HAVE WELCOMED YOU WITH DEATH, A TEACHER FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO CROSS ME OR FAIL ME, YOU IMBECILES!”

CLICKS, CLICKS!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Without hesitation, I shot them dead in the head, watching each of their bodies drop to the ground like sacks of fresh meat, one after the other. Even then, I racked the slide of my gun with a smooth motion, stepped around the large table, and walked toward them.

My anger only deepened at the sight of their lifeless bodies, and I opened fire again, riddling them with bullets until the gun clicked empty. With that, I kicked one in the midsection and smashed the butt of the gun into another’s face before spitting on them. Incompetent imbeciles.

If there’s anything I hate with a passion, it’s failure, dejection, dullness, and betrayal. I could kill millions over that, and death is the reward for anyone who brings it to me. Insider or outsider. Business or no business. Friend or no friend. Family or no family. I don’t give a damn. Just like I did to those incompetent imbeciles I killed for failing a simple job.

I gave them one task, to bring me the daughter of a debtor who’s owed me for months. That girl was the collateral, the price to pay in case her father failed. But these fools couldn’t even deliver one tiny girl? Pathetic. Instead, they let her slip through their hands, into the grip of my own right-hand man, Lobo. Well, he’ll be sharing their fate soon enough.

Annoyingly, I gritted my teeth and kicked one of their lifeless bodies again before finally turning my back on them. I ran both hands over the back of my head in frustration and walked back to the large table. I exhaled sharply, grabbed my Cuban cigar and plastic spark-wheel lighter, flicked it open with my long thumb, and clenched the cigar between my teeth.

A quick spark, and I lit it up. Then I tossed the lighter aside onto the table, took a deep puff, and perched on the edge of the table. With my eyes shut, I exhaled the thick smoke through both my mouth and nose, letting it drown the frustration boiling inside me. This was my only medicine. The only thing that calms me when I’m stressed, frustrated, or pissed off. Not like I’ve ever really been worried. Nothing scares me, not even death. So, what’s there to worry about? Nothing. It all just f*****g sucks.

In that moment, I recalled the phone conversation I had just a few hours ago with my so-called right-hand man, Lobo, before those six imbeciles I sent on a task returned, empty-handed, after losing the girl straight into his. Just thinking back to that phone call between us made me chuckle, wickedly. And what made me chuckle even more wasn’t the call itself… It was the sweet thought of the never-ending hell I’m about to drag him through.

Speaking of the dead right-hand man of mine, what’s his real name again? After a brief, deep thought, I recall his name, Lorenzo. Well, he’s nothing but a dead man to me now, because he and his partner brought shame to the organization. A gang organization. The most feared in Canada right now.

One I built with my own hands. Named it Red Wolves, the same name that makes people tremble and show respect the moment they hear or see us. And yet, he dared to bring disgrace to it… All because a mere girl beat him to a pulp in the street. That alone is enough reason for me to erase him from memory.

Proudly, I built this organization from scratch. And the only reason I started it was for power, protection, and respect, not just to survive, but to rule. To own the streets and the states. To make people know their place, especially those fools who like to feel like gods. Being the leader, and a member, of the Red Wolves comes with rules and sacrifice. I created those rules myself, and they’ve been obeyed ever since.

Rule No. 1: Never let your guard down. Never get defeated, no matter what. The penalty for that? Brutal death. You pay with your own blood, as a warning to the rest. Rule No. 2: No one leaves the organization. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. Try to walk out, you die. Rule No. 3: No failure. Every task given must be completed. No excuses. The penalty for failure? Death. Just like what I did to those imbeciles.

And last but not least, the final rule: Blood demands blood. When these rules are broken, there are no second chances, not for betrayal, not for shame, and definitely not for failure. Because in the world we live in, blood always demands blood. Even if I have to wipe out half the organization, I don’t care. That’s still better than letting weak losers stain my name. And as for Lorenzo, his death will be the most brutal of all. A harsh correction for all the betrayal and shame he brought to this organization.

Given that he’s my right-hand man, it’s nothing but embarrassment and disappointment to discover that he and his partner, Reid, the same ones I ordered four weeks ago to bring me the debtor’s daughter if he failed to pay back my money, got knocked out cold by a common girl in the street. Worse? I saw it all in a video sent to me by an unknown source. But my instincts are never wrong… that video was probably sent by someone within the organization.

After seeing that video, I’ve never felt anger like that, not in the last four weeks, not ever. My own right-hand man… the one I trusted, the one I actually liked among all the members in the organization, defeated by some random girl, like a baby? God, it was frustrating. Disappointing. Every time I recall it, my blood boils. Especially knowing he knows the rules of this organization. He knows what that kind of failure means. No room for defeat. It’s a taboo. It’s forbidden.

Four weeks earlier, I was already thinking of making him the leader of the organization and stepping back. And the only reason I even considered that was because he was the one person I trusted, the only one I truly counted on. He was lucky… lucky to have found favor in my eyes. It could take me a million years to place my trust in someone… but with him? It happened in a day.

Aside from that, I have this sense of believe the gang organization will be a better future with him as a leader, considering the effort he had put in the organization smartly, especially the drugs business. He’s quite fortunate in that part, which I gave a big role in that area of drug s business to handle them. He’s the reason we move from buyer to supplier to inventor, now we own the recipe. And the powerful, the wealthy? They buy from us.

But what angered me most wasn’t just the defeat or the shame—it was the worst part: the bunch of foolish civilians who stood around and watched it happen. That scene. That goddamn street fight where one tiny girl dropped my right-hand man with just a few knocks. Now those useless onlookers might start thinking we, the Red Wolves, aren’t as strong as we claim. That one girl could beat one of us. And if they start thinking that… they might get bold. They might think it’s their chance to fight back.

I highly doubt there’s no way they won’t try to come after us now, especially after that girl humiliated the two imbeciles I once called my right-hand man and his partner. Just one street girl, and they went down like punks. That alone set my blood on fire. With the connections I’ve got in the police, they picked up Lorenzo and Reid right after the incident, and though the girl somehow slipped through.

But I wasn’t done. I passed a little info to the cops and a few prison rats, promised ‘em early release if they made his life a living nightmare. And they didn’t waste time. For the past four weeks, they’ve been working him over like animals.

Not like I couldn’t get him out the very day he got apprehended. In fact, the police were ready to release him the moment they realized who he was to me, my right-hand man. I’ve got connections with some of the officers in Toronto.

Though, I know a few of those strong-headed cops still try everything they can to put an end to the crimes my people commit. That makes me laugh sometimes. Who dares to hold someone as powerful as me? Even the chaos happening in the streets from my people? That’s just a sneak peek. They call that real violence? We’re just about to begin.

While the cops were playing their part, our rivals were busy playing theirs, dangerous and dirty. Just after I bailed out Lorenzo and Reid this noon, they killed Reid. Cold. It’s just a pity they don’t realize they’re digging their own graves deeper with that move. Taking one of my people’s lives? That’s a death wish. I found out about Reid’s death from Giulio… one of my own men, whom I personally killed right after.

As for Giulio, his own dullness sealed his fate, and I don’t regret sending that fat pig straight to hell. He had eyes to see, ears to hear, a brain to think, and still made the dumbest decision. After catching the debtor’s daughter, what’s her name again? Yeah… Bao, with Lorenzo in a damn car after she escaped from the imbeciles I sent to get her, he still let it slide.

The fat pig couldn’t do a damn thing, just let her get away like that, with all the money her father owes me, and expected me to let it slide? He didn’t even try to go after them. Instead, that idiot came back running his mouth about some fiery tale of love between her and Lorenzo, telling me how it’d be hard to get the girl over my own money. Who gives a f**k about that?

When I truly discovered Lorenzo’s treacherous act of keeping her away from me, my anger doubled. The fact that he actually helped that girl escape her father’s debt and hid her from me, like I wouldn’t find out, was enough reason for him to start digging his own grave. Instead of fearing the brutal death that was already waiting to fall on his head after his prison release, he chose betrayal and treachery like a damn fool.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just some random fool caught with his little girlfriend, but it was Lorenzo. He knows the rules. He knows the game better than anyone. And after the shame he already dragged into the organization? It hits different. He’s not just any member, he’s the second-in-command. That alone sets him apart from the rest.

Being in that second-highest position comes with weight, and a price. He doesn’t deserve to die like some stray animal in the street. No. As the second-in-command of this organization, after the shame he brought on us, he should return and face his fate like a man. He should be kindly killed… beheaded, with his blood spilled as a correction, a warning, to every other member of this organization.

But he went ahead and boldly did what was on his mind? Even with how serious things were, that bastard still had the guts to demand a face-off with me in the octagon, in front of many of our members tonight, even after I gave him a second chance. I should’ve killed him the moment I had the chance. But now? He’s only earned himself extra punishment on top of the shame, betrayal, and treachery he already brought upon himself.

I couldn’t help but laugh wickedly at his death wish, the worst decision he ever made. And knowing the Lobo I once trusted, it’s shocking he’d choose to go against me over one girl… a girl who probably might not even shed a tear when he’s lying cold and dead like a rat. Worst part? He broke the rules.

He dared to go against everything we stand for. But I’ll admit this, he inspired me. Inspired me to remind everyone what a real leader is, and why no one ever defies the laws of this organization when I rip him apart. Oh, dead Lobo! He’s made the worst decision ever In his life and what I’m going to do to him will be never-ending.

Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if Lorenzo decided to battle me. I live in a world where many people want me dead like a stray dog… gone for good. Wasted… Even within my own organization, I know for sure there are snakes hiding in plain sight. Just like two days ago (evening), I was in my car, heading to our secret production lab hidden deep in a remote area, the place where our drugs are being made, just to see how things were running over there.

Besides that, a wealthy and powerful politician, a first-time buyer, already made contact. He requested a secret meeting and needed the drugs delivered that same night. Said he’d pay any amount, no questions asked. All that mattered was that the supply was ready on time.

While we were on our way there, getting ready for the meeting with that politician, a bus suddenly double-crossed my car, and before I could blink, they opened fire. Bullets came flying like rain, shredding the car with heavy firepower strong enough to crack the windshield wide open. I had to duck low along with my personal soldiers as the bullets tore through the glass, missing my head by inches.

But it was clear these men weren’t professionals, no masks, nothing to hide their faces. I caught a good glimpse of their looks. And that right there? That was the biggest mistake they made. Unbeknownst to them, I had already pinged a few of my men as a silent alert, they were stationed around the area, watching everything go down from different angles.

Pinged by me, my men showed up and opened fire on them from the east. The shock on their faces, and the way they took off like frightened deer in their cars, was enough to make someone burst into laughter. But I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Not in this world. Maybe in the next. Still, it didn’t stop my meeting with the politician. That had to go on. Meanwhile, I ordered a few of my men to dig deep and find out who those bastards were.

It took two days before my men finally brought those bastards to me, only to find out it was Andrea, the son of my old-time friend… the same friend I killed in cold blood and felt damn satisfied doing it, and that’s why he tried to take my life two days ago. The father thinks just because he’s rich, he can take me down over a profitable organization we both built. The same organization I poured more blood, sweat, and money into. And now he wants to claim it for himself and even kill me for it.

The same man who would’ve been nothing without me. Yeah… nothing. It still surprises me how someone can turn like that, ruin everything, and still have the guts to blame you when it all goes to hell. But death? Death always finds its way back to anyone who crosses me. And honestly, I didn’t feel a damn ounce of regret when I ended his miserable life.

His son? That imbecile thought he could crawl out from nowhere and avenge a man not even worth mourning. I’ll give it to him, he had guts. But vengeance? He knew nothing about it. He wasn’t good enough to take me down. And I’ll admit it… I savored every damn second of sending him to the afterlife too. He should have accepted his fate. Man must accept his fate and can’t go beyond that… What a waste of life! They don’t know, whoever sets a trap of death for me become the pot they fall into.

As I perched lightly on the large table, puffing slowly on my Cuban cigar, the smoke calmed my nerves despite the disappointment boiling inside me. Even with everything happening, thoughts racing through my mind, I exhaled, eyes half-shut, then opened them again, only to see the bodies of the men I’d killed still lying cold on the floor. And there, right in the center of the room, stood the others, holding guns, yet frozen like statues. The most surprising part? These imbeciles saw everything that went down… and still didn’t raise a hand or lift a damn leg. Just stood there like fools.

Disappointed by their stupidity, I moved my hand behind my back, feeling around the table for a gun. The moment my fingers brushed one, a Glock 17 this time, I picked it up and racked the slide smoothly, eyes locked on those fools still standing there like statues. If one of them drops dead next, I wouldn’t be surprised. They already know what comes after I take lives.

As I raised the gun and tried to aim at one of them, the door suddenly swung open. Perro, one of my soldiers I had positioned as the head of the s*x trafficking, stepped in with five ladies. Three Canadians, one Nigerian, and one from London. Overall, each one of them working for me as a s*x worker to pay back the money their miserable fathers couldn’t cough up. Seeing them here only meant one thing, they came to deliver something.

And that something was nothing but money, the one thing that mattered most to me in that moment. As serious as it is, my money comes with a deal: a set amount agreed upon, and it must be returned to me daily after their hustles, prostitution. No excuses. No delays. Unless they’ve got a death wish. They walked in, each holding a small bag, dressed sexy as hell in those skimpy little outfits that barely covered their bodies

As much as my money mattered more, they looked so damn ravishing and tempting, it had an immediate effect on me, my c**k kicked just from the sight of them. I slowly lowered the hand holding the gun and tossed it back onto the large table. I was forced to do what I hadn’t planned… changed my mind entirely. Then I barked out orders to those imbeciles still standing there like fools.

Miguel: Hey! You three—get these motherfuckers off the floor and the hell out of here!

Immediately, they did as I said, hauling the bodies out on their shoulders, no questions asked. Perro gave a respectful bow as I moved over and sank into the couch.

Perro: El jefe.

I only nodded and crossed my leg, feasting my eyes on one of the ladies standing there, smooth dark complexion, tattoos on her left thigh, dressed in a sequin strapless dark short gown that made her b*****s damn attention-grabbing. A flower tattoo curved on the left side of her b****t added more fire to the view. As tempting as it seemed, she wasn’t even wearing a bra

And if she wasn’t wearing a bra, I highly doubt she had any panties on either. She stood out better than the rest of them, had everything a man could want. Full up front, thick at the back, wide hips, and a body that could make a priest sin. Unlike the others who looked skinny like hungry dogs, she had curves that begged to be touched.

But even with all that, she wasn’t as pretty as my Marissa, Marissa had it all. The five of them stood in a line with their heads bowed and hands behind them, looking scared, like I might devour them any second. Perro, who had taken the bag from them, dropped it on the table in front of me and unzipped it slowly, carefully, while I watched from the corner of my eye.

However, there was something different, something off yet damn attractive, about the dark one. She didn’t look scared like the others. Nah, she stood there with confidence, locking eyes with me, giving me that seductive look that said she wanted me. Even boldly chewing gums in her mouth… I wasn’t surprised. The day she was brought into this organization, she wore that same bold face, fearless and unshaken. It was as if she saw this organization as a place of fun. And that… that’s something I admire in a woman. Confidence… Fearless. The kind that draws a man in without saying a word.

As I kept feasting my eyes on her, scanning every inch of that tempting shape of her body, lust took over. My c**k begin to stretch in the towel, ready to betray my focus, until Perro called my attention.

Perro: El jefe.
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Miguel: Yeah… young perro?
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Perro: Here’s the money this sluts earned, Jefe.
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Miguel: I see… So, the money, did it come in full like we agreed? You counted and confirmed every damn note, right?

I asked, picking up a bundle of $100 CAD bills from one of the bags before dropping it back in and leaning into the couch, my eyes fixed on Perro who stood there facing me, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.

Perro: Err… no, Jefe. I-I didn’t count them… or confirm, sir…
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Miguel: Tell me… why do you think I made you the house boss over these girls, hmm, young Perro?

I asked again, puffing my cuban cigar.

Perro: To watch over them and take care of them in the safe house… make sure they’re doing the needful. But you never told me to count or confirm the cash, boss. You only said to bring them here with the money, or straight to your house, since you’re the one that always does the confirming. So I didn’t check it… I was just following orders, Jefe.
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Miguel: (Chuckles) Oh, I see… Perro, perro, the holy and obedient one. So damn foolish that he won’t even count the money unless I spell it out for him… Just waiting for my command before using his damn brain, hmm?
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Perro: Uh, I’ll do that right now, Jefe! Right away!
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Miguel: No, never mind, obedient Perro. I’ll do it myself, okay? Relax. Just so you know, you’re nothing but a f*****g ghost man if I find out that the money they made and brought back isn’t complete. Even if a single note is missing, I’ll take my sweet time skinning you alive before killing you. Not them. Got that?
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Perro: (swallow hard) Crystal clear, Jefe.
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Miguel: Tonight, they resume back to their businesses again as usual. Now, get your sorry a*s the f**k outta my face with your damn babies.

I commanded, jerking my head to the side for him to get the hell out of the room with the ladies. He nodded and stepped away from the table, telling them to move too, while I picked up a bundle of $100 CAD cash from one of the bag and flicked through it quick with the tip of my right thumb before tossing it back into the bag.

Perro: Yes, Jefe… Move your asses already… Time to go…

As he said that, I shifted my focus towards them, as he leads the ladies who walked hurriedly in fear, while he walked behind them, but as for the dark lady, she calmly, walked and swaying her backside from side to side, this act of her prompting perro to push her, which she immediately reacted with a quick eyeing glance boldly. But annoyed by this act of her, he tried to hit her.

Before he could hit her, I stopped him immediately concerning the dark one, prompting him to look in my direction with the lady.

Miguel: Hey, Perro… except that one, she stays. Take the rest of ’em and get out.
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Perro: Sir?

He exclaimed, but I didn’t say a word, just shot him a dead, stern look while puffing slow on my Cuban cigar. My silence said it all. He gulped, shifted his gaze, and furrowed his brow at her. That look he gave? Yeah… I caught it. Told me everything I needed to know in just seconds. Like maybe he was into her or something. I chuckled, turned away, and exhaled the smoke through my mouth, wondering if the idiot had been having a good time with her behind my damn back.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. What else should I expect from that skinny bastard? The lady’s got every man’s dream features, full in all the right places, even if her face ain’t all that. And the advantage? He’s the house boss, in charge of the debtor’s daughters and the rest of the girls working for me as s*x workers. He even lives with them, along with a few of his boys, stationed to watch over the safe house. I highly doubt he hasn’t had his way between all their legs. I wonder how many he’s pounded like a damn street dog. But that’s his own cup of tea… just as long as he doesn’t cross my line.

From the corner of my eye, I watched him steal one last glance at the dark one before ordering her and the rest, then walking out and shutting the door behind them.

Perro: Move your asses, you f*****g sluts… And you, stay behind.

As soon as they were gone, the dark one walked to my side with slow steps and a confident stride, not even sparing her a second glance. I stretched my hand toward the table and tapped the ash off my Cuban cigar onto the stainless plate in front of me, getting ready to spill what was on my mind. But to my utmost surprise, she calmly and boldly walked around my back, tracing her fingers across my shoulder — making me pause for a moment from what I was doing.

Next thing, she sat on my laps, and as she did, her round, full b*****s shifted subtly with the movement, their curves spilling between her cleavage right before my eyes. She arched her back, smiling at me with a seductive calm face like she owned the damn room. She didn’t look scared or confused about what could happen, not even close. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders like I belonged to her. Like she had some kind of right over me. A thing no woman on earth could ever dare do to me, not even my own woman, Marissa.

Despite being together, Marissa still knows her limits. But this slut… she caught me off guard, made my head swell, igniting both rage and astonishment at the same damn time. How dare her? Who the hell does this bitch think she is? As much as I like women with bold traits, that doesn’t give them the right to act anyhow around me. I could end up killing them for it.

Shortly after she sat on my laps, I snorts and grasped her by the neck, gripping her tight and pulling her face close to mine, furrowing my eyes brow at her then growled.

Miguel: What the f**k do you think you’re doing, hmm? You wanna die young?
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S*x worker: Awn, I’m already dead, Jefe. Dead from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes feasted on me earlier… and then you ordered your man, Perro, that I should stay behind. Oh, the moment I saw that, I knew— I was already dead.

She answered boldly, flirtatiously, with that hungry, lustful, seductive look in her eyes, even daring to rub her a*s against my c**k, which was already starting to rise beneath the towel. She didn’t give a damn whether I snapped her neck or not. That alone left me stunned for a moment. No other woman had ever dared speak to me like that, except Marissa. But this one? She looked like someone desperate to be fucked right then and there, probably why she was spewing such nonsense.

Aside from that, the way she was squeezing and pushing up her big b*****s to my face with her hands, it said everything. The look on her face gave me second thoughts. Maybe she wasn’t as bold as I thought to be… maybe she just desperately wanted me between her legs. I hate to admit it, but damn, the way she moved, the way she reacted so seductively… she was turning me on plus she smells so nice. But still, I tightened my grip around her neck and said gruffly.

Miguel: I see… and you’re definitely dead. Yeah… nothing but a ghost of a girl. And you know what? It truly amuses me knowing you’re already dead in my hands, because I’ll gladly take my time and watch your miserable life slowly drain out of your useless body as I throttle you. But then, let me ask… why do you think I made you stay?
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S*x worker: Ohh, thank you for asking, Jefe. It’s simple—because you and I both know you’re interested in me. You really want us to do this… together.
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Miguel: (snorts) Like what? Speak!
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S*x worker: Like f**k each other senseless, Jefe… and you know it.

She answered in a sensual voice, still arching her back and groping her b*****s up to my face like she was urging me to s**k on them, turning me on by the damn second. As much as I hate to admit it, she was right. The slut knew exactly what I wanted in that moment. Surprised by her boldness, I chuckled, darted my eyes to the side for a brief second… then looked her dead in the eyes, cold and intimidate her

Miguel: F**k you? Do you even realize who the hell you’re spitting this nonsense at? Huh? I won’t even be surprised if you sniffed some coke before Perro dragged your a*s here. You must be mad. You’re digging your own grave, girl. Early, too… Remember, you’re on the edge of death right now… and I could snap your neck without blinking. You’re even dead already. (Snorts) And s*x? You really think I’d waste my time f*****g a stray dog like you, when I’ve got fine-a*s queens begging for my attention every damn day? What makes you f*****g think I’d even do that?
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S*x worker: Ohh, Jefe… from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes locked on me, over the rest of us, I saw that desire burning in them. You and I both know it’s real. You want this, even if you pretend not to. Truth is, I’ve liked you from the very first day I saw you. Besides… you’re already hard and thick between your legs, so why don’t we stop pretending and enjoy this moment together, hmm… while it lasts? And maybe… after that, you can choke the life outta me, hmm?

She responded sensually, completely unshaken by my intimidation. Biting the side of her lips, she held the hand I was using to grip her neck, then slowly pulled it off and guided it down to her bosom. My fingers ran through her cleavage until she moved it further and pressed it against her right, round, full b****t, all by herself, making me grope it tight. She locked eyes with me, that same flirtatious smile dancing on her face. Then, in a quick tilt of her head, the hair covering her cheek flicked to the side, giving me a fuller view of her face, as she continued groping her b****t tighter using my hand like it was hers.

As big as her b***s were, they felt both hard and soft at the same time, something I couldn’t even describe. With my hands on them, it felt too damn good to touch, even though I didn’t want her knowing how much I truly desired her. But deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell is she this bold? This daring? Acting like this without a single ounce of fear in her eyes. Not even a shake, as I puffed on my Cuban cigar, watching her in silence. Like most people would be on their damn knees by now, begging me to spare their lives for trespassing. And for those who dare… death is always the return.

What utterly surprised me more was when she had the nerve, the f*****g nerve, to reach for the Cuban cigar between my lips, the same one I was puffing, and took it right out of my mouth like she owned me. And not just that, she took a puff from it. Then, turning slightly, she pressed the burning tip against the stainless plate on the table, killing the fire like it was nothing, dusting off the ashes as calm as ever. I still didn’t say a word. Just watched in dead silence with my other hand on the arm of the couch. Then she turned back to me, looked me straight in the eye, and blew the smoke right into my face. Nobody… nobody had ever done that to me before. Not even Marissa, and that same Cuban cigar once drove her completely deranged.

But in that moment, she slowly traced her fingers along my arm, moving up to my shoulder, then locked her arms around my neck and leaned in closer, wearing that same seductive, smiley expression. She tilted her face slightly and locked her lips on mine softly, her b*****s snugly pressing against my chest with unyielding determination. Her body… warm, confident, and unapologetically bold, pushing me to make a move I never intended to.

I sat upright, raised my arms, placed one hand on her left thigh, tracing up to her hips, then narrowing around her slim waist across her back. Slowly, I grasped the upper side of her gown at the back and pulled it down. As we kissed deeply, our lips moving in a hungry, breathless rhythm, I moved from her lips, rubbing my lips along her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. She moaned softly into my ear, her warm breath against my skin, tightening her arms around my neck as I kept pulling the gown down until it reached her waist, bringing our warm skin in contact.

Then, just like that, the door opened.

Tbc…

Sorry for the delay, guys. Expect another one in about five days.

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E025) 🩸🔞

By Adewole Kelvin (Taleskeeper)

⚠️ WARNING: This episode contains explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance, and mature themes. Read at your own risk. 18+ only.

“FLESH AND POSSESSION”

Miguel’s Pov ☠️

SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACK! SMACK!

OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT! OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT!!

In the next minutes, the sound of our flesh colliding and her uncontrollable moans started filling the room, raw, loud, mindless right after the s*x worker I’m banging chased my gang soldiers out harshly, like stray dogs, without even thinking I’m there. The same men I had barked at earlier to get those imbecile’s dead bodies out of my sight. And yet they had the nerve to interrupt, busting the door open like fools, no knock, no warning, no respect. For whatever reason, I felt like they deserved what she gave them. Yeah… they did. Even though it’s something I don’t usually tolerate. My gang soldiers? Despite catching us in the middle of making out on the couch, these imbeciles looked past that, shocked for a second, but still tried to step inside like nothing was happening. Like… they really tried to enter, knowing damn well we were in the middle of something. No regard for privacy. No sense. God, even a five-year-old kid knows better than that. And respects it.

Even in the sweet moment, I felt really disappointed, I never expected they’d do that, immediately made me had murder on my mind… nothing else but murder. If there had been a gun in my hand, I swear, I could’ve killed them right there. No second thoughts. Even so, I still wanted to give the slut m*****g to my thrusts a warning, a caution for the bold shit she pulled without my consent. I could say this a thousand times: death finds whoever tries that with me. But she didn’t wait for my caution. Didn’t slow down. She just went back to where we left off, dominating me with a kiss so full of irresistible pleasure, I hated how much I wanted it. She clung to my body like she was the only one alive with the right to touch me… the only one who had full access to my damn soul.

This fueled me with even more desire, drowning the disappointment I’d felt from my boys completely. I lifted her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, and walked around the couch like I owned her body. Dropped her on the large table close by… then again on the couch. I was lost in the moment, didn’t even know what the f**k I was doing, but I savored every second of it. The make-out. The body contact. The way our skin slapped, rubbed, connected. The way she held onto me like she needed it. I touched every inch of her… rubbed her everywhere. Groped her big a*s and full, round b*****s like she was nothing. And yeah, she’s nothing to me.

Now, I was gaining full advantage over her, f*****g her in a standing position behind the couch both stark n***d. She clutched the headrest tight, back arched perfectly, her big a*s raised high for deep penetration, all thanks to the heels she wore that had her hips tilted just right. With both hands gripping her waist, I thrust into her, my hips snapping back and forth in a fast, vicious rhythm. I was thrusting deep, hard, and fast, my body tense like I was about to explode. My breathing was heavy, ragged, wild from the way I moved inside her. And inside her? F**k… it was too damn good. Her p***y was already soaking, too wet, too hot, and that slippery grip just pulled me in deeper, made everything faster, smoother… filthier. Every strokes inside her gave me this mad, delicious rush, like my c**k was chasing something I couldn’t name. I wanted more. And more. And more.

I enjoyed the sight of my c**k sliding in and out of her with ease, wet, tight, perfect, but what turned me on more was her body’s reaction… the way she trembled from each deep thrust I drove through her. But the most enjoyable part? Her a*s cheeks. The way they plumped and jiggled, bouncing up and down, clapping loud against my pelvis with every thrust. That sound? God, it fueled me. The sight of those cheeks slapping back with every thrust, it excited me, motivated me, gave me a rush so strong I couldn’t hold back. I moved one hand from her waist to grab them, squeeze them, feel them slap into my skin. I spanked her hard, once, twice, then turned it into a rhythm. A drum. Slap after slap, in sync with the way I pounded into her from behind. My thrusts grew faster. Deeper. The sound of flesh louder. The chain on her waist flickered in motion, God, it was wild, swinging with each stroke like her body was made for this.

I don’t know why I felt that way. Everything about her, the way she arched her back, how her body jerked with every thrust, the way she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, it didn’t just turn me on, it heightened me. Her smooth, dark skin. The curves. The reactions. All of it pushed me deeper into the moment. And it wasn’t new. I’d seen this kind of heat with Marissa too when I used to bang her. But this? This felt different. Like I shouldn’t stop. Her p***y gripped my c**k warm and tight, soaked to the brim, and it made me throb harder inside her. I was lost. Lost in the rhythm. Lost in the sound. Lost in the feel of her walls wrapped around c**k. I couldn’t think of anything else but the s*x happening right now. Right then. Nothing else existed.

Yes… Nothing else existed. Nothing mattered. Not even if Marissa walked in and found us like this. And if she did, what could she possibly do? Nothing. She can’t do shit. Besides, her father owes me a pile of cash, just like this slut I’m banging right now. That’s why he gave her to me temporarily, until he finishes paying up my money… which he’s already been failing to do. Marissa’s just one lucky bitch I haven’t turned into a s*x worker like the rest of the debtor’s daughters working for me, only because of her father’s position… and because she’s found favor in my eyes. I like her. I hate to admit it, but what I feel for her just hits different. And speaking of her… where the f**k is she right now? She’s taking too long to return from that score she went to settle with someone unknown. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s a score that’s only settled with death. So I wouldn’t be surprised. But one thing I know for sure, this s*x happening right now between me and this slut? It would never be happening if Marissa was here.

And the s*x? I still couldn’t believe I was actually having it raw, no condoms, just me, fully in. My eyes locked on the action… the way I thrust, deep and fast, slamming through her vaginal canal that kept twitching around my girth every damn second. The more I drilled, the tighter, warmer, and wetter she got, making my c**k slicker, gliding in with ease but hitting hard. My hands gripped her waist firm, holding her steady as I pounded her from behind. Each thrust pushed into her with a wet squelch, SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!, loud, shameless, real. She started m*****g, couldn’t hold it back, her body squirming, her head tilting back in pleasure. The bitch must be loving it. I could tell. Her hands clutched the couch so tight like she’d rip it apart, her fingers curling more and more with every second I stayed inside her.

S*x worker: Mmm… ohh, shit… f**k… yes… right there, ahhh…

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

Aside from that, and knowing she’s a s*x worker who’s probably let all kinds of men hit it raw, I doubt she ever even allows condoms. The way she moans to my thrusts? Shit, that alone sends waves of pleasure rushing through me. From my c**k, up my spine, all over. I could feel myself swelling inside her. Growing thicker. Stretching her to the end. I didn’t just feel her p***y’s tightness and heat, I felt it dragging me in deeper, pulling me in, wrapping around my d**k like it didn’t want to let go. Her walls twitched around me. Warming. Wetting. Welcoming. And her a*s? Bouncing mad, fast and wild with every slam. Plump cheeks of her a*s jiggling like they got a mind of their own. That pressure, the smack sounds? Addictive.

My body? Covered in sweat. I felt it trickling down my face, dripping off my chin. My whole body felt soaked, like I was under a damn shower.
Her back? Same thing. Beads of sweat rolled down her spine, making her dark skin shine, slippery and hot. I ran my hands over her a*s, and even that felt slick from all the heat. My muscles tensed. I couldn’t help it. My jaw clenched, my thighs tightened, and I slammed deeper, burying myself harder with each thrust. I gritted my teeth, eyes shut tight, chin raised, just trying to feel every bit of this. Drowning in the pleasure.

With that, I still don’t think she lets men use condoms at all, not with the way she reacts. M*****g with ecstasy before you even go in. I bet those other guys didn’t mind. Every man loves raw s*x. They just hate what comes after. But me? I ain’t like the rest. So how the f**k did I not think of protection before diving into her? As concerned as I’m, I feel consumed by pleasure and enjoy doing it raw.

Even so, as consumed as I was, drowning in that mad pleasure, and without even reaching my climax yet, I suddenly gripped her waist tight and slammed one last deep thrust into her. Buried to the hilt. I could feel my glans nudge something deep inside her, but I didn’t give a damn. That feeling? Too damn delicious to stop. She instantly threw one hand behind her, tapping frantically at her a*s cheek as it trembled, her head tilted all the way back like she was praying to God Himself. And that loud howl she let out? Man… it echoed like music in the room.

S*x worker: Hnnngh…
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Lorenzo: Ahh!

I moaned softly. And nothing else made me m**n like the way her walls quivered around every inch of my girth as I buried my c**k deep inside her. The relief… it was wild. A wave of raw pleasure washed through my soaked glans still pulsing inside her, and yet, I was still turned on. Still burning. My body? On fire. I pulled out slowly without releasing. My eyes dropped straight to my c**k, seven thick-veined inches dripping wet, slick with her juice. I stared, focused, as something crossed my mind… but I gave that moment to just watch it glisten. Right then, she got up, slowly turned around and tuck her hair right over her left earlobe. Then, she sat on the couch headrest, her chest rising and falling, and she moaned breathlessly, eyes half-lidded with lust, right after I pulled out…

S*x worker: Ohh, Jefe… you fucked me like a wild stallion.That last thrust… that was the one. The one I’ve been craving. But damn it… you pulled out just when I was this close to reaching the best orgasm of my life…

The moment she finished speaking, I gripped her neck tight and yanked her face closer to mine with deadly precision. She was still seated on the couch, but she flinched hard. I saw it in her eyes, fear. Real fear. Startled and shaken by my move, she grabbed my right hand, the one I used to choke her. Her grip was tight… trembling. That reaction alone forced a question out of her lips, one I answered coldly, without blinking.

S*x worker: So… this is it? You’re finally going to kill me… snap my neck?
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Miguel: No. I’m gonna f**k you… because you still owe me more.
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S*x worker: (snorts) Oh, I see, Jefe… and I like what I’m seeing, what’s long and thick down there between those legs. I didn’t know you were packing that much… Guess I’m not dying bad after all. But if I’m going to die, then let me die in ecstasy, satisfied, knowing I was fucked over the edge by that real c**k of yours. So come on… f**k me, Jefe.
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Miguel: Is that so? You’d love to die with my c**k buried inside you while I snap your neck like a stick? You really don’t think before you speak, do you? Huh… (chuckles darkly) Bravest damn choice in history. I like that. Now, tell me… what name do you go by, so when I recall this day, I’ll remember how I snapped your neck like a goat and tossed your body to my Alsatians like fried chicken… to tear you into pieces…

I asked coldly, yanking her face closer, our lips barely a breath apart. As I leaned in, tilting my head to the side, my eyes drifted from her cheek down to her neck… still hard between my legs.

S*x worker: Eliana… beautiful name, isn’t it? But I fear I may never get this chance again. So come on, Jefe… let’s finish this once and for all. I want to feel you inside me, one last time.

After telling me her name, she added sharply and boldly, not giving me the chance to utter a word. Then, still sitting on the couch’s headrest, she locked her legs tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. Her arms slid around my back, and she landed a deep kiss on my lips, all while stroking the glan of my c**k. That stroke, sharp, slow, sent a wave of twitchy pleasure pulsing through my body. It got more intense as our kiss turned hungry, lustful, like we were starving for each other. My palm was still gripping her neck, holding her close, until she finally stopped stroking and I wrapped her arms around my neck instead, like she wants to get through me

Without wasting time, I held my c**k and guided it to her slick p***y entrance as we kissed. She was still soaked, so wet that I barely pushed in halfway before her p***y lips clamped down on me. The slickness made the slide effortless. Suddenly, she leaped from the chair and made me take a few steps backward, then lowered herself onto me in one bold move. My c**k slid deep inside her, inch by inch, swallowed whole as she let out a squeal, then a soft m**n. We kept kissing, deep, lustful, her b*****s pressing tightly against my chest like our bodies wanted to merge into one. The pleasure surged hard from my c**k up through my body as her tight, wet walls gripped me, clenching around every inch, locking me inside her.

Fully inside her, I clutched her a*s cheeks firmly with both hands. I didn’t even move, just stood there, buried deep. But then she started moving her waist on her own… slow, flexible rolls forward and backward, grinding on me with a rhythm that wasn’t rushed. The motion wasn’t up and down, it was side to side, and it made my c**k feel like it was being twisted and gripped from every angle inside her. Her p***y clung to my girth with a tightness that drove me wild, making it feel like she was milking every inch of me, slowly.

As she continued to roll her waist forward and backward with that same flexible body rhythm, her walls gripped me tighter by the second, tensing up my whole body with pleasure. Her breaths grew ragged as we kissed wildly, her palms clutching my face, our lips and noses brushing, faces pressed close, her elbows resting on my shoulders. I clutched her soft a*s cheeks, even spread them wider from the irresistible pleasure building inside me. But it was the way she kissed me, rough, desperate, her breath shaky, as if she was trying to hold something back in her throat. A m**n. I could feel it. Yeah… I could. I could sense it.

But then, she broke the kiss and began to let out soft moans at first, gripping my body tightly with her arms still wrapped around my neck. She left my lips and pressed her cheek against mine.

S*x worker: Mmmmnnh!

Pressing her cheeks against mine, she kept gyrating, her body rolling smoothly as my c**k slid deeper inside her. Her moans began to rise, breathy and strained, growing louder with each passing second as her pace picked up, her voice breaking into moanful fragments of words. And I like it. Yeah… I f*****g like it. But I mocked her, coldly.

S*x worker: Mmm, ahhh… f**k… yes, yes, right there! Ohh… shiiit…
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Miguel: Look at you, squirming, m*****g like you’re about to split in two. And to think… this is the same bitch who wanted to die with my c**k buried deep inside her, while I snap her neck like it’s nothing..
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S*x worker: (ragged, m*****g voice) Then make it happen, screw me hard and deep like a real man, and stop putting on a damn stagnant show.

As soon as she finished saying that, I scoffed, turned around, and slammed her down hard on the large table, the one littered with guns, cards, and stacks of money, sending everything scattering from the force I used. That sudden move brought a seductive grin to her lips as she leaned back slightly on the table, wrapping her arm around my neck and parting her thighs, chuckling with a low, amused breath.

S*x worker: Ohh, yes… I’m loving this energy you’re bringing. Come on, slam into me. Fill me up with all your orgasms, Jefe.

This time, she groped her left round boob right at my face, biting down on her lower lip, giving me that same damn look again. As much as I hate to admit it, those words of hers fired me up, and the way she kept groping her b****t like that, slow and deliberate, just made it worse. I was turned on more than I wanted to show. But I didn’t say a word. Just gave her a calm, unreadable look that didn’t give away how much I wanted to f**k her right there.

She was shaved between her legs, something I already knew, but still, it lit something up in me again. Calmly, I snorted, then yanked her closer by the legs, a little rough. She instantly locked her thighs around my waist, still biting her lip with that same seductive look. Then I gripped her neck and slid in, balls deep, easy, warm, and slippery. She let out a sharp exhale the moment I filled her. Her walls wrapped around me tight, wet, and warm. God… she was gripping me like she didn’t want to let go, but I didn’t react, as we maintained eyes contact.

But then, I noticed her breathing, heavier, sharper, every m**n laced with the rhythm of each thrust I drove deep through her wet canal. Her body started moving on its own, gyrating with the pace I set. I didn’t slow down, not even for a second. I kept going, fast, deep, still gripping her neck tight as her body jerked with each slam. What caught my eyes most was her chest, those big, round tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, clapping softly but loud enough to hear over my pace. That was the first time I ever really heard that sound. And damn, the sight of them jiggling like that had my full attention.

Not only did it have my attention, I craved them. I wanted to taste those tits with my mouth, feel them between my lips. And I wouldn’t have minded it one bit. She’s nothing but a slut, after all. But there was something she kept doing, staring into my eyes like a hungry dog that hadn’t eaten in days. Her body moved wildly now, matching my pace as I drove into her harder, faster. Her p***y couldn’t stop reacting, twitching tighter, wetter, warmer around my c**k, sending shivers down my spine and making me clench my a*s cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. Her breaths, sharp and heavy before, started to turn into full-blown moans, louder now, raw and shameless.

S*x worker: Ahh, yes! You’re doing just right… Go faster… deeper—f**k, give it to me…
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Miguel: Hmm… Is that what you want?
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S*x worker: Yes, f**k me harder. Deeper. Don’t you dare stop.

I scoffed at her confident words. I hate to admit it, but that’s exactly the kind of thing I love hearing when I’m on top of a woman, especially in this position. It’s like they should be begging me to go wild on them… to dominate them completely. Amused by her, I didn’t smile. I just gave her that dark look, the kind that says, brace yourself. Then I let go of her neck and planted my hands down on the table, right by her sides. That move alone made her lock her legs tighter around my waist. I didn’t stop, kept thrusting fast, deep, driving straight through her wet canal. Her muscles clenched around my c**k in rhythm, tighter every second. Her body moved to match mine, wild and urgent. Arms wrapped tight around my neck, head tilted back, moans spilling louder from her lips, pushing me to go even harder and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. The bitch must really be loving it. Miserable f**k!

Drawn to her tits bouncing with every rhythm of her body, I lowered my head to the left one and took it into my mouth, s*****g hard, biting gently. My waist didn’t slow down. I kept moving, fast and rough, my butt cheeks tightening with each deep, hard thrust I slammed into her. We were both drenched in sweat, our bodies slick, sliding against each other. My pelvis smacked between her thighs over and over, filling the room with loud, wet sounds, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, fueling the moment. I kept thrusting, kept s*****g on her b****t, even burying my face in it, lost in the heat of it all. Then I bit it one last time, making her body squirm wildly beneath me. I raised my head, eyes locking on her twitching, moanful face as I thrust in and out, smirking, her body continually jerking intensely.

Seeing how she responded to the way I was screwing her, her body twitching, biting her lips, head tilting back and forth restlessly every second, I said in a mocking tone, smirking as I watched her m**n beneath me.

Miguel: Eliana, Eliana… the determined one who wants to die in ecstasy, satisfied by my own c**k. I wish your f*****g Nigerian debtor father, Badmus Benson, was here to witness how his precious daughter wants to die wishfully like that. I wouldn’t be surprised though. I heard Nigerians breed a lot, especially in the North, so your father might not even mourn your miserable death for long. He’s got four grown sons, quadralets, your brothers, strong and breathing. What’s one daughter gone? What should I even expect from that weak-a*s country called Nigeria? Over 200 million people crowding it. No wonder France once thought about testing nuclear weapons there. But I heard something else too… I heard Nigerian girls are beautiful.
Aren’t they? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (sharply in moanful voice) I don’t wanna f*****g know or care… As long as you don’t, don’t stop, f—ahhh… hnngh!

SMACK! PUFF!
SMACK!! PUFF!!
SMACK!!! PUFF!!!

Miguel: Now I see why your father won’t mourn you for long. You’re a wild… stupid daughter, just like I heard Nigerian parents don’t tolerate. No wonder he didn’t beg when I called him… told him I had you here, working off the debt he couldn’t pay. He already knows I’ve been dealing with. But It’s a shame, you’re really going to die for nothing. Wasted for nothing, just for trespassing. (Snorts) Look at you… trembling, m*****g from my thrust. I bet no one’s ever fucked you like I do. Has anyone?

I asked darkly, staring into her face. But she only looked back at me, rolled her eyes, and kept m*****g, her expression twitching with pleasure as our faces stayed close. It was obvious she was enjoying it… maybe even too much. She tilted her head back, arms wrapping tighter around my neck, clinging to me like she couldn’t let go. Her fingers traced desperate patterns across my back, and her body, soft, warm, melting into mine. But instead, she arched her back, m*****g loud and raw, her voice slipping out in broken, desperate sounds.

S*x worker: Ahhh, f**k, yes, jefe…. right there… rrrghhh… oh, shit..
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Miguel: (calmly and dominantly) Oh yeah… m**n for me. That’s it, m**n for me like the miserable slut you’re.
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S*x worker: (gasp) F**k! Yes, harder. You’re stretching me so good… Go harder. Ride me harder..

I slammed into her, deep and fast, intensifying my pace, my thrusts, my movement, getting even harder, thicker, pulsing inside her twitching heat. She was too sweet, too damn pleasurable, so wet, so warm, so f*****g welcoming that it dragged me deeper. Stopping wasn’t even an option. I could feel her breath, sharper, faster, heavier, warmer, fanning against my chest with every second. Her thighs squirmed around my waist, tightening, trembling, as the things on the table beneath us scattered and shook with every slam. Orgasm? Far off. Nowhere close. I wasn’t ready to come. I didn’t want to. Not yet. Even in the madness of pleasure, panting hard, I cleared my throat and blurted out.

Miguel: Tell me, how many men have been between your thighs, raw, no protection, hmm?
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S*x worker: (in a soft, moanful voice) Uhhh, f**k!… I knew you’d ask that. I can’t speak for others… but for me? Mhmm, no condom, no s*x, not even for a one-night stand. That’s my rule. Only two ever did… you, and my dildo.
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Miguel: Rule? I see. So now you’ve got your own rules, before even paying back my f*****g money? Well, as long as your miserable black a*s keeps getting paid and my money comes in full, I couldn’t care less. But to think… you even use a dildo. Pathetic.

What could I possibly expect from this bastard slut? Lust is written all over her damn face, anybody with half a brain can tell she’s one hell of a baddie. Even after what I discovered, I still wanted to press her, get something out of her… find out if Perro had messed around with her. Especially since she already spilled that only two ever went in raw, me, and her damn dildo. But f**k that. I killed the thought quick. It’s not my f*****g business, and entertaining that shit would only give her more edge. I’m the boss, and that position stays like that, to be feared and respected. Period!

Minutes later, we were still at it, completely consumed by the pleasure. I was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, my waist moving without mercy as I slammed my c**k into her over and over. It felt like my body had a mind of its own now, like I was possessed, f*****g her wildly. The large table beneath us squeaked nonstop, everything on it shaking and clattering with each thrust. I groaned under my breath, low and rough, the pleasure eating me alive. Her moans grew louder, desperate, our sweaty bodies colliding with hard, wet smacks. And even then, she didn’t stop pushing me further, gripping my a*s tight, her nails digging into my skin, tearing a bit, like she wanted to mark me.

It hurt, but damn, it was even more pleasurable. The whole room felt like it was on fire as we bonked like our lives depended on it. I couldn’t tell how long we’d been going. Time was gone. All I could think about was the heat, the tight, wet grip of her around me, and the pleasure ripping through me like a wave I never wanted to stop. She moaned louder with every thrust, mouth open, drooling, her eyes rolling back like she’d lost all control. Her body moved wild and fast beneath me, no resistance. Just pure, wet submission. Her insides kept clutching tighter, twitching around my c**k, but still so wet it made every stroke slide in and out with maddening ease.

In that moment, I felt myself approaching orgasm, a different kind of tension, far more intense than anything I’d felt before. My muscles clenched all at once; I could feel my toes curling, my butt cheeks tightening, my thighs locking up. My chest rose and fell fast, my heart p******g hard. But I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting into her, my waist moving with wild energy, drilling deep and hitting the very end of her. Each stroke sent shivers through her whole body. That was when I pushed harder, increased my pace faster than ever, grabbed her left thigh and pinned it above my waist, and started banging her relentlessly. My eyes closed. My breath sharp. To consumed by the the waves of pleasure surging through my body. And then she let it out, loud, broken words, torn from her throat.

S*x worker: F**k me… f**k me harder, Jefe…! Deeper, ahh, right there… ohh shit… yes… yes…! Fill me… f-fill me with your orgasms, I’m about to, ahhh, yes, yes…!

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

The sound of our flesh colliding never stopped, loud, wet, and constant. Her entire body moved wildly, bouncing beneath me with quick, desperate rhythm. Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, overwhelmed by my relentless thrusts and the slick squelching that echoed with every stroke. I gritted my teeth, tightening my butt cheeks with each deep push, waves of pleasure rising fast as I neared orgasm. My body tensed, eyes shut, head tilted back, and just before the release, I yanked out of her p***y after a few final, deep thrusts, stopping myself from coming inside her.

As soon as I pulled out of her, I came, hard. Thick, creamy spurts of my orgasm shot out sharp from my c**k, splashing across her b*****s, trickling down her skin as I clenched my butt cheeks tight from the intense release. The pleasure turned into a wave of relief… and deep, heavy satisfaction. She collapsed immediately onto the couch, chest rising and falling fast, panting hard, her legs dropping from where they’d been locked around my waist. I didn’t say a word. I just slumped beside her, crashing onto the table next to the couch without a single care for the guns, money, or whatever else was scattered on it.

Then I began panting heavily, looking upwards, feeling relaxed, but more relieved than anything else. I didn’t even bther glancing at her. Dead silence hung between us. She was looking up too, breathing harder than I was. From the corner of my eye, I caught her smiling. I bet she’d never had this kind of experience in her life. Moments later, after slumping and relaxing beside her, I turned slightly and caught sight of the plastic spark-wheel lighter a short distance away on the table. I stretched my hand toward it, grabbed it, sat up, and dropped down from the wide table, walking calmly to the couch n***d with a gun, drenched in sweat even feeling as they trickles down from my body.

As I reached the couch n***d, I picked up my Cuban cigar from the table before the couch and lit it with the lighter. I tossed the lighter onto the table, moved the cigar between my lips, and stood still beside the table, puffing on it with poise. While I did that, Eliana, still lying on her back on the table, blurted something out with a big grin. Then she sat up, crossed her legs, and leaned back slightly, her hands braced behind her on the large table as she looked straight at me.

S*x worker: God… that was insane. You almost broke me, jefe. (She licks Miguel’s sperms slowly, relishingly.) Ohh… it’s such a pity you wasted your loads on my body… Because I really wanted you to fill me so bad with them. To feel that thick warmth deep inside me, dripping out of me… Even to taste them, swallow every drop. (She moaned softly.) I mean, I’m all yours, huh? You own this body… you can do whatever you want with it. (She let out a breathless laugh) Still… that was the best experience I’ve ever had with you. Ohh, I can’t even feel my legs anymore. You made me c*m so hard I saw stars… (She smiled, voice low) No one’s ever fucked me like you just did… jefe.
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Miguel: I know. Now get the f**k out of my sight… before I change my mind.

I snarled with a serious expression, hooking my left toes under her dark gown and curling it upward. I grasped it with one hand and threw it at her, rough, but calm, exhaling smoke from my mouth as I did.
She caught it and jumped down from the large table in a hurry. I still can’t believe the imbecile had the nerve to speak, even with a gun with me.

For a few seconds, I watched her clean my c*m off her body and slowly dress herself, her eyes still feasting on me the whole time. Then I turned and walked over to the medical bed, the same one Marissa laid on earlier this afternoon while getting massaged by the therapist. The same therapist she ended. I figured she might’ve been a plan spoiler. Whatever Marissa had planned for her friend, Camellia or whatever the f**k her name was, I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it. Dead or not… who gives a f**k? Pity. The poor therapist’s family would just be finding a dead person. Pathetic.

As I reached for the bottle on the tray beside the medical bed, I heard the click of a gun. By the time I looked in Eliana’s direction, I froze, stunned by the sight of her pointing one of the shotguns at me with deadly focus, one eye shut like a trained sniper. It made me swallow softly… even with a gun in my own hand. She looked good. That posture. The way she held the weapon like she knew exactly what she was doing. And when she spoke, gruff, controlled, eyes locked on me, I didn’t flinch. I stood my ground, bold as ever. No way in hell I’d let her see fear in me.

S*x worker: If you try to make a move, I’ll blow your brain out before you even think of pulling that trigger… or opening your damn mouth. Test me, Jefe.

Despite everything, I held the gun tight, ready to pull the trigger. Even if I had to die… I sure as hell wasn’t dying in the hands of a woman. Not even a man, let alone her. She kept that gun pointed at me for a few minutes, steady and unshaken. And in that moment, I thought hard about what to do. Being daring wouldn’t fix shit. Sometimes, playing it cool is the only way out. So I dropped the gun to the floor. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, loud, sharp, unbothered. Then she tossed the shotgun onto the table and said, folding her arms on her chest without a shred of remorse

S*x worker: No fear, I see. But really… you thought I’d pull the trigger? Ha-ah. No, Jefe, I wasn’t taught that way. I know I probably freaked you out with that little stunt. You know… pointing a loaded gun right at you like that. (She smirks, then chuckles softly.) Just kidding, Jefe. There’s no way I’d kill the man who gave me the best f**k of my life just minutes ago. Only an ingrate would do that. Nice guns you’ve got here, by the way.
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Miguel: And a nice f*****g death’s coming your way, you mad bitch.

She really expected me to believe that? I snapped, dropped the Cuban cigar and stormed toward her with fury. That shook her. She panicked, stepping back fast, but ran out of space the moment her backside hit the edge of the large table. I grabbed her by the neck with both hands, tight, yanking her face close to mine. I glared at her, death in my stare, and told her off coldly, face to face. She gave me a side-glance, shock and fear written all over her like she never thought I’d go this far. But if I didn’t? This imbecile would never learn her place.

Miguel: How dare you mess with me like that? I see my c**k, inside you for just a few fleeting minutes, really got into your head, huh? Made you feel privileged… confident enough to think you can play me now? (He scoffs, eyes locked on her.) All it took was one taste… one damn fantasy f**k, and suddenly you think you know me? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (coughing, gasping) N-n-no… J–Jefe… I… I was… (She chokes slightly, voice shaking) It won’t… I didn’t mean… (Her words stumble, eyes wide, throat caught) You’re ch… you’re…
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Miguel: Hm. Confident and bold enough to speak to me at the verge of death? (He chuckles darkly.) Wow… you’ve grown some f*****g balls, girl. Only reason your neck wasn’t snapped like a damn twig… is because I chose not to. I could’ve dumped your f*****g a*s to my Alsatians, let them dismantle you like scraps. Into nothing. Into pieces. Hmm?

She shook her head in fear, veins bulging across her face, eyes red and glassy with tears. I tightened my grip around her throat, choking her, watching her struggle for breath. She trembled beneath my hands, gasping, her fingers digging into my wrists as I kept tearing into her with every word. Still holding her tight.

Miguel: Or maybe you think all these features… this curvaceous little body of yours… was what changed my mind about killing you? (He chuckles coldly.) Please. I’ve got a fine-a*s queen with glistening pumpkin skin, she’s got it all, and she still knows better than to mess with me. So don’t flatter yourself. This? It’s nothing to me. You are nothing to me. (He shakes his head slightly) God… I wonder why doing the right thing always ends in regret. Why giving someone a chance always comes back to bite. People like you always give me one more reason to stop showing mercy. And maybe I’m not good, but I’m a man of my word. When I say you are dead… you dead. (He stares deep into her eyes, face hard.) You made me regret sparing you. I should’ve killed you the second I was done f*****g you. You’ve got yourself to blame for that. I gave you something rare. A chance. A sliver of mercy. And look where it got you. You’re f*****g done for, girl. But… (pauses)… Maybe a little reasoning from you could change my mind. So give me one valid reason, just one, why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now… and send you to your ancestors in the afterlife.
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S*x worker: Because… because… I, I had the chance to… to kill you… but I didn’t… (Her voice shakes, the words struggling out) And… and if… if you k-kill me now… at least I’d die knowing I was killed by a real man… (She swallows hard, rushing her words) One who made me feel good… like a real woman… for the first time in my life… ever since I started letting men between my legs.

As I heard that, I chuckled coldly and growled.

Miguel: Haha, Fool.

Then I tightened my grip on her neck, without a care in the world.
Even though I knew she was right about one thing. She had the chance to kill me… and didn’t. Despite everything I did to her. Most people wouldn’t have hesitated. They’d have pulled the trigger without a second thought. But not her. She used that restraint as a joke. As leverage. As if mercy made her smarter than me. But I couldn’t care less. This? This would be the biggest lesson of her life, if she lived long enough to learn from it. I choked her harder, staring into her with a look that held no pity. Her eyes were slowly shutting, and the grip on my wrists… fading. Her hands were limp now. And I just kept watching.

As much as I wanted to choke the life out of her… a part of me, deep down, just wanted to spare her. Maybe it was because of what she said. The one thing I didn’t expect. The one reason I actually wanted to hear. And yet… my hands stayed around her throat, tight. I was still drawn to the feeling of throttling her, the way her body weakened in my grip, the way her fear fed my control… But it felt good. In that moment, I snarled.

Miguel: Argh!

After snarling, I let go with one hand still gripping her neck, then shoved her to the floor with the other, harsh and without hesitation. She hit the ground hard, landing on her hands and knees, coughing violently, as she gasped loud for air, one hand clutching her throat. I just stood there… watching. Watching her choke and struggle like a dog. Then I warned.

Miguel: You try that shit you pulled today with me again, and expect a rewarding death. And I promise you this… it’ll be worse than anything you could ever f*****g imagine. (He glares, voice rising with finality) What the hell are you still waiting for?

In a matter of seconds, she staggered to her feet and rushed out of the room like a dog, hips swaying, a*s bouncing with every desperate step she took. She didn’t steal a single glance back. Just slammed the door behind her. Motherfucker!

Tbc…

Hi guys, just a quick update!
I’ll be pausing new episodes for a little while as I focus on preparing for my upcoming exams. I truly appreciate your support and patience, I’ll be back with more thrilling episodes once I’m done. Wish me luck! 💪📚

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