Widow of Flower & Bad Guy
Chapter 19 Night Club

"What do you want to drink?" ask a bartender to a customer who has just arrived.

"Vodka!" answer's short.

"Okay, wait a minute!" exclaimed the bartender squinted flirtatious eyes looking at the figure of a masculine man with piercing on his earlobe.

The man shrugged his shoulders because he was amused by the behavior of the soft bone man who teased him.

"This is your order, handsome!" The bartender offered a glass of vodka. He stole the opportunity to hold the man's hand. His tongue was sticking out like a snake wanting to aim at his horn.

"I'm a normal guy, no sword-wielding. But my toys, this!" The man pulled out a firearm from inside the waist of his pants, then pulled the trigger. The bartender immediately took off his grasp and hurriedly left before something unwanted happened.

The man with the piercing was grim, then walked towards the empty sofa while carrying with him a drink. He sat relaxed with his arms stretched out on the backrest, with both feet dangling to the floor.

He enjoyed the music, nodding his head as he sipped a little by little the alcoholic drink he ordered. However, both eye beads pay attention to the movements of young women who are chatting with two women of the same age.

A moment later, the young woman the man noticed inched away from her friends. He walked around like a cat, approaching a young man who had a charming look.

"Can I be with you?" asked the women about the age of seventeen, full of dark chocolate and has a distinctive face of Central Asia. He just sat on the lap of the man showing off his round breast is also dense. Mini clothes seem unable to cover the curves of his beautiful body.

"Sexy!" reply the young man without further ado.

"Hot and handsome men like you, why alone?" her question with her hands stroked the chest of the field overgrown with fine hair in the middle. "You're up, baby! Do I want to be satisfied?" bargain the girl with her hands wandering over something hardened as if rebelling.

The man gulped down the salivary rough, then pulled the girl's waist down the night so that her body docked. "Should! You have to satisfy me tonight. Because I'm a man who's thirsty for a bad girl like you."

"But will you be strong with my wobble? Because I think, playing a single round you'll be overwhelmed!" ledek the woman of the night. His face was getting closer, he breathed warmly and then bit the niche of the man's neck. The man's hair bristles, his breath hunts more and more because of the sting of passion launched by the shameless girl.

"We prove it now!" The man poked the woman's chin the night continued to stand. He looked towards the girl who was still in her place. "Why sit still? Are you afraid and want to change your mind?"

The girl of the night smiled and then stood up. "There's no word of fear in my dictionary to satisfy an exciting customer like you!"

The man takes the girl out of the club and leads her to a vehicle parked under the building. His hands did not stop to crush the woman's buttocks and occasionally rubbed the groin. Makes the body beautifully curled because of the amused taste of touches that hit sensitive areas.

"Are you impatient?"

"That's how it is" sighed the man.

"We just play there" the woman suggested pointing to the door of the emergency staircase.

"I'm not a stray dog that fucks doesn't see a place!" reject that man.

"When in the car, how?" the proposal of the girl who was equally unable to feel the enormity of the manhood.

Arriving at the front door of the car, the girl of the night was pushed rough with no feelings. His body tumbled onto the car seat with his head stomping hard. "Hey... slow down a bit! You hurt me!"

"I don't usually play slow. That's not my style!" said the man. He grabbed some strings that had been prepared before, then used to tie both hands and feet of the girl.

"Why am I tied up? You wanna play rough?" sighed the girl still thought that her customers wanted to have fun with her.

"Don't protest too much!!" hardik the man with no name. He covered the girl's mouth with duct tape so as not to make a noise. "Well, you know, right, it's better!" he said then smiled cunningly.

The girl who did not understand anything, now could only move her body. With my mouth screaming for help. But, baby, covered in duct tape.

"Don't fuck around, if you want to survive!" threaten the man. He slammed the door and walked around and got into the car, sitting behind the wheel.

The girl realized that she was being held hostage by someone. He tried to rebel, moving his body also wriggling. However, the perverted link in his hands and feet did not come off. He had to resign when someone who did not know him, began to drive to a place far from the word fun.

The shadow of the beautiful end of the night turned out to be just a fantasy. Because the man who hired the girl did not want her body but rather the important information she needed about the prostitution mafia named Lucas Denver.

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Meanwhile, Lucas' main base is lined with several of his men surrounding a man wearing a light-grey suit and a white shirt accompanied by two bodyguards. The man thrust the black suitcase towards Lucas and then showed the contents.

"Here's your money, where's the stuff I asked for?"

Lucas took a sip of paper money out of the suitcase and inhaled the scent. He pulled the black object and threw it towards one of the men. "Count numbers!"

"Nominal money is fitting, no less no more!" suhut the man in the ash suit.

"I just want to make sure" Lucas replied. He clapped his hands calling his confidant after knowing the nominal money. A man with the face of Sangar approached while carrying a similar suitcase.

"This is the stuff you want!" Lucas threw the suitcase towards one of the body guards.

The man, wearing sunglasses, opened the suitcase and checked the authenticity of the contents. He tore off one of the plastic wrappers with a knife, then licked the sharp object and tasted the heroin he ordered.

"How's it?" ask the man wearing the gray suit.

"This is really good stuff, sir!" sahut the body guard after tasting the forbidden item.

The man in the ash suit smirked in satisfaction. He reached out to shake hands with Lucas. "It's great to be working with you, Mr. Lucas Denver."

"Together with me" Lucas replied, clasping tightly. "I look forward to the next partnership." Lucas took his hand off.

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