(Oh, that's a nice post~) Wendigo thought for a moment about this situation, then shook his head and turned to leave the room, leaving Witch to deal with the prisoner. He walked down to the car and waited for his partner to join him. He would have preferred to leave it at that, but they already crossed paths with the friendly cell and it was better not to leave behind loose ends. Depending on how it goes at the base of Benson and Maria, they might end up terminating entire cell.
(Thanks ) As Wendigo heads down the stairs, he hears a scream and two loud bangs above him. He crosses out of the building and walks against the parade, the drummers and dancing girls too enthralled in the music and the pleasure of their festivities to pay him any mind, or the series of bangs that came from the apartment building. After a few minutes of waiting in the car, Witch opens the door and quickly makes her move into the passenger seat. Her eyes are ahead, a picture of professionalism, but Wendigo can't help but note the ruddiness of her cheeks, nor the heaviness of her breath. "To the station chief?" She asks, unable to fully mask the way she breathes heavy. She fixes her hair reflexively, and as she pulls her blonde locks behind her ear, Wendigo sees some blood she missed on the rear of her cheek.
Wendigo smiled as he glanced at the woman. "To the shop, the man told us about - we will wrap this up quickly." He decided. They could not give the pair too much time to realise something was wrong. "I will engage Maria, which should bring Benson's attention to the video feed. That would allow you to easily sneak inside by a secret exit and surprise him. You think you will be able to take care of him?" He asked. "I would prefer to capture both alive and interrogate them before terminating them." He turned back to admire the dancing girls. He could feel a throb in his pants. So many females, so little time~
Olena was thoroughly trained in the arts of seduction, of how to bring a man so close to oblivion in pleasure that she could sink her hooks into him, gain favors and information by holding him over the precipice of his own ecstatic undoing... But the truth was that she loved it too much herself, was too tempted to tumble into that salacious abyss. She proved it letting herself be used by her target earlier in the evening, and she proved it again with her next words. "D- do it! F- fill me up until I can't walk! Br- breed m- m- meeEEE!" The Amazonian Ukrainian, for all her training, willpower, and physical prowess, squealed like a whore in heat as she buried her face in the pillow below and began to shudder in an explosive climax, squirting noisily against the floor and the side of the mattress as Uranus presumably pounded the shape of his cock into her mind and memory as he tested her virtues as a breeder...
"Understood." Witch pants slightly, turning the key in the ignition and starting the car with a roar. As he explains the plan, she carefully navigates the streets, the car moving past the throng painfully slowly, as Wendigo gets an eyeful of dusky skin, gyrating hips and skimpy bikinis. "I can take him." The blonde nods. The car finally slows to a halt on a crowded, tight street from the city's colonial period. Across the street, Wendigo can get a fleeting glimpse of the shopfront through the heavy throng of people. "Alright, this is your stop, sir." Witch nods. "I'll circle around the block and make my entrance in around five minutes."
"That's right..." Uranus grunts over the heavy rhythmic slapping of his hips against her ass, totally absorbed in the young woman he has in his clutches, drunk on his control over her. "Have my son, шлюха, bear me a whole fucking family..." He hilts himself deep within her, and as Olena feels her insides grow warm and sticky, she too feels drunk on the wrongness of allowing a man so much power over her. They stay like that for a while, sweat rubbing between their two bodies as the old man collapses atop her, their bodies hot as they pant for breath. Finally, Olena feels his cock slide slowly against her walls as he inches out of her, finally letting his seed spill free, as he rolls off her and onto his back. "I haven't had a fuck like that in a long time, kitten." He chuckles, reaching out to give her ass a tight squeeze as she keeps lying on her stomach.
"It's a beautiful country." Wendigo smiled as he enjoyed the views. The people and the nature. "The city could use more love..." He admitted after a moment. It was even worse than when he was in Colombia last time. As the jep stopped, he nodded his head and got out. "Be careful." He said to his companion before making his way to the shop. Posing as a American tourist would best choice... or not. After all, he was familiar with the local language, he could easily play a local businessman. Oh, that sounded better... he wondered if his contact even knew Spanish~
Olena's eyes threatened to roll into the back of their sockets as Uranus filled her, the heated sensation of hot cum filling her most vulnerable space sending a familiar feeling of ecstatic satisfaction filtering through her veins. As the older man withdrew himself from her, she shivered with phantom pleasure and submissive delight, finally releasing a held breath into a quiet moan as she felt cold air kiss her sweaty back. "Shit... Glad I could... Serve, sir~," the redhead managed to get out with a mild giggle. It had meant to be a joke, but there was clearly some truth to her words from the way she struggled to detach some loaded language from the honorific. After a moment to collect herself, Olena did the polite and proper thing... And maneuvered to duck in between Uranus's legs, the Amazonian proceeding to lick the older man's cock clean of their combined juices. "Mmmmwah~!" She moaned into the middle of his shaft, before concluding her rise with a kiss on the head of her older lover's cock as she concluded her aftercare. "Staying with me tonight?" She whispered as she crawled up his side, her breasts flattening against his side as she settled in... Perhaps she expected him to say yes.
As he heads towards the shop, Wendigo sees a bikini-clad dancer step away from the fray, laughing softly and shouting something to the other women that's drowned away by the thumping beat of the salsa music and the giddy enthusiasm of the crowd. From her looks and how comfortable she looks among the Colombian partygoers, he judges she's either a local, or so well entrenched she can easily play one. She's probably in her early to mid thirties, he judges, but aging has done nothing to damage her looks. She steps out into the doorway of the antiques shop, her eyes scanning the street as she lights a cigarette and takes a puff. After a few drags and some friendly words to a few people wandering by in the throng, she unlocks the door of the antiques store and heads inside.
"Oh, you little slut..." Uranus groans as she moves between his legs, eyes widening with surprise as he sees just how insatiable she is, feeling her tongue press against his shaft. His arm slips around her as she crawls up beside him, holding her tight. "Mmm, I shouldn't, but Bagration has probably heard you screaming anyway. Heh, I bet the little shit is furious it's me instead of him in here." He turns, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. As he does, his cock rubs against her thigh, already stirring back to life. "Hmm, haven't recovered that quickly since I was a young man..." Slowly, he moves atop her, grinning down as he enters her with a hard thrust. Olena's eyes strain against the bright beams of morning light as she awakens, sore but satisfied. Beside her lies Uranus, the older man having exhausted himself inside her and now lying in a blissful sleep. She turns to the door, hearing the banging that awoke her. "Hey, it's time to go!" Bagration shouts through the door.
(That is a great choice in pic) Wendigo licked his lips. Well, this was a lovely species, wasn't she? It's been a while since he had a hot-blooded beauty~ He walked up to the door and pushed it open as he entered. He paused and took a look around. He made sure his posture was relaxed, shoulders lowered, like of the old man he was. "Seniorita~" He tipped his head as he walked to the counter. "Will you mind if I take a look around?" He asked in Spanish. "I am looking for a gift for friend." he explained.
(I agree ) "Hola. Of course." The woman says in Spanish, still smiling, as Wendigo enters the shop and begins to cast his gaze around the shelves. Either Benson and Maria or very detail oriented, or they actually have some care for the place, because it's well stocked and decorated, with that hard to identify cozy atmosphere. Looking around the shelves and walls, he sees an assortment of items, from leather bound books, to pre-Columbian artifacts, to clocks and telephones that were around when he was a young boy. Behind the counter he sees some firearms - some world war era rifles, and some even older than that, probably as old as the Franco-Prussian War or even earlier. "We have more items in the back." The latina at the counter informs him. Her smile is warm, her tone pleasant and her vibe inviting. "Tell me about your friend. What's their style? Hopefully we have something to match their tastes."
As Alistair looked at the items, he gave an appreciative whistle. "Oh my, this brings back memories~" He said as he picked up old book. He smelled it. "Ah, now that smells like my youth~" He chuckled like an old grampa. "Are those real?" He asked as he looked at two-hundredh years old drinking flask and shook his head. "You had to spend a fortune on this." He turned and made his way to the woman - she invited him a little too quickly to the back, to his liking... so he would be careful. "You want to know about my friend?" Alistair hummed. "I met him the first time on RMS Carpathia, when I was picked up from the water after the Titanic sank. He was a young boy working on the ship at that time. He was one of the people who pulled me from the water." He paused as he followed the woman, making sure to carefully note of any suspicious moves. His story should also focus the interest of the agent who is underground.
The musky smell of old paper suggests the leather bound book - an old copy of the Colombian romance María - is very old indeed. "Of course. Collectors will pay good money for the genuine article." The woman smiles up at the antiquities on the display. As he examines her, she maintains her inviting posture - leaned forward over the counter, listening to his story. Her eyebrow raises. "The Titanic? Senor, you must be pulling my leg. You were really aboard?" Her interest seems genuine - as is her doubt.
'Maria... just like the shop owner, hm~' Alistair thought for a moment. "Oh, I assure you, young lady, I am not joking... through, my presence on the ship was something of... how should I put it, embarrassing nature." He chuckeled. "You see, an acquaintance of mine knew I needed a job and knew of my history with women. So, he offered me a job to be a stud for a certain British Nobelwoman." He chuckeled, shaking his head. "The lady came to enjoy my work so much that she decided to take me with her for the voyage. Oh, the adventures we experienced- Ah!" He shook his head. "But I am sure you would not be interested in the sex life of a noblewoman and a poor lad from a half a century ago." He waved his hand. He was pretty sure people would be interested in anything that happened in Titanic - doubly so if it went with romance and nobility.
She chuckles alongside him. "Senor, I still think you're pulling my leg, but the story's far from boring. It almost sounds like one of the novels over there." She gestures idly to the book still in his hands. "Though I hope it's not one of the sad ones. Did your lady survive?"
"Oh, Senora, you got me! I have falsified my experience, to my acquaintance - I was but a young virgin!" He chuckeled. "Still, he gave me the job, and the Countess took great joy in... teaching me the art of pleasure." Alistair sighted. "Sadly, to my knowledge, she did not survive the drowning of the Titanic. I doubt she even managed to leave her cabin that night..." And he was honest about it. The countess was bound, gagged and gangbanged when he saw her last time. He doubted anyone of the group realised what was happening until it was to late... and she had the least chance to escape. "She was a beautiful woman, you know. Blond hair, pale skin, aristocratic features, and the shape of her body..." He blinked. "It was brief, but she was my first..." love? victim? flame?
"Naughty, lying about your experience. Still, sometimes it's nice to have a young man you can...instruct. No bad habits to correct." She chuckles along with him, a glimmer in her eye. He keeps watching her, seeing to his satisfaction that her arms are crossed atop the counter - if they were down by her sides, he'd have to worry about her potentially grabbing something under the counter. Plus, her arms being positioned like that means they're squeezing her breasts and pushing them up for his viewing pleasure. "Oh, you poor man." She reaches out to squeeze his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up a bad memory."
Alistair smiled at the woman's words while giving her an appreciative nod. "Oh, it was more about the vitality of youth. Teaching me was just a bonus, I think." He chuckeled. "Oh, worry not, I had half a century to come to terms with her loss. I remember Countess fondly. She's not a bad memory." He shook his head with a smile. "So, young lady, would you like to hear about some of our escapades? We had quite a few adventures before the sinking. I could share on of those adventures. I could tell you about the time the lady tried to keep her composure when I pleasured her secretly during the bridge game with few unsuspecting players, or about an exhibitionistic meeting on the deck at night, or about the time she had me invite a group of young men for an orgy or the time we had a reading and recreation of De'Sade's book..." The older man chuckled, curious about her reaction. "Of course, if that is too wild for you, Seniorita, I shall hold my tongue and just buy one thing from the shop~"
"Well, in that case, I'm glad to bring back a good memory." She smiles. "Hah, I'm Colombian, viejlito. Very little is too wild for me." Her smirk widens slightly. "Can't see I'm surprised, though. Rich gringas are all crazy sluts deep down. You see them holidaying here all the time. A little coke in them and they do anything."
