Kelly was aghast at the fat, old, ugly security guard's brazen and appalling action. Yet, even as she was disgusted by the man's behavior, she felt her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. The bulge against her leg sent goosebumps up her spine and despite herself, looking into the man's lecherous eyes, she found herself descending to her knees. The betrayal of her body was humiliating, and she blushed red in embarrassment while looking up at the man in shame and arousal while she felt herself moisten in anticipation.
Natasha look at villiage and nod to Sonya.
Daintily, the butler raises a hand to his mouth so he can clear his throat. "Ahem. Sexual activity shall not be a part of the evening's entertainment. Nonetheless, what clientele choose to do with staff who consent, is not our concern. Make sure to alert us to what you're doing, however, or your pay will be docked for not working."
"Heh." The corrupt guard grins, as she gets down for him. "You foreign girls are all sluts. You probably have more than enough to pay me, right? You just wanted this." He undoes his pants, fishing out a length that's already rock hard. "Like it, slut?" His cock is about as long as Max's, but it's far thicker, a match for his fat body, and Kelly's mind begins to imagine it inside her, splitting her apart. "Get to work." He slaps her cheeks woth his rod, and she smells his musk, the scent strong but tantalisingly masculine.
Everything's in order, she finds, as she heads into the village. Looking around, she finds that it's fairly unremarkable, but spots some souvenir shops and a small bazaar.
Kelly stared at the security guard's cock in awe. 'How did this asshole get such a cock?' she wondered.
"Oh, well, I don't want you to get in trouble with work on my account." She says. "Maybe you could come back later? Give me your name, and I'll tell the gate guards to let you in." She smiles. "Only if you're sure, though, I'm sure you're busy."
He laughs at the moan and the way her thighs rub together. "Yeah, like I thought - a slut. I should take your money anyway, for trying to decieve me. Running greasy hands through her perfect hair, he pulls her away from his cock. "Wait, I've got an idea."
She sees the name Fatima engraved on a name tag. "Indeed I am." She says proudly.
"Of course, we all have to do our bit for the environment." She smiles earnestly. "Alright then, I'll see you at 5, Suzuki-san. Apologies again." She bows one last time, before heading back inside.
"Good. Wait outside, and someone should be here for you soon." He nods.
"Of course, why not?" Fatima smiles. "If you don't mind walking with me, I'm happy to tell you." She begins walking in the direction of the cliff. "The tomb was built by the Achaemenid dynasty, to house their royal dead, not unlike the Egyptian pyramids." She adds. "There are four kings buried here, most notably Xerxes, who you might have heard of." Like most soldiers, Natasha remembers Xerxes from the story of the 300 Spartans.
