Extradition: Part One

DEA Agents kicked in the door of the safe-house and found Kat Dior bound naked to a chair. Her legs were locked open. Her pussy shone wet under the interrogator's light. Special Agent Vandella leaned in and worked her for information on Senator Harris's daughter. Kat told the story in a flat, drained voice. The work was hooking. The rent kept climbing after her husband died. One night at La Bolas, Tori-black dress, sharper eyes than the girls on either side-grabbed her wrist and said La Luna wanted a taste. Refuse and the family pays. The next afternoon a black sedan took Kat and another call-girl, Adriana Sephora, to the mountain compound. Tori barked at them to strip the second they stepped inside. La Luna fucks the curvy ones first. Upstairs a door slammed, a girl screamed, and then the gunfire cut the scream in half. The two women sat shivering on leather, tits out, breathing shallow. La Luna drifted down the stairs in a silk robe and pearl string bottoms, platinum hair loose over hard nipples. She shrugged the robe off, popped her bikini aside and told them to suck. Adriana's mouth closed around one thick nipple; Kat took the other. When the skin was wet and tight La Luna dropped onto the sofa, knees wide, and ordered Adriana between her legs. She leaned forward, spread her cheeks, and pulled Kat's face into her ass. The room filled with wet sounds, moans, the slap of thighs. Positions shifted fast-Kat's tongue in La Luna's pussy while Adriana licked her from behind; La Luna flat on her back eating Kat to a grinding, choking orgasm. Kat came loud, cunt clenching on La Luna's mouth. Then they shoved the two girls together and made them grind, hips jerking, clits mashed until their eyes went glassy. Kat ended up on La Luna's lap, tribbing hard, coming again with a raw shout. Finally La Luna lay back and let them work her, both sets of fingers rubbing, both mouths sucking, until she stiffened and drenched their hands. She rolled Kat onto Adriana and watched while Kat's tongue made Adriana buck. Footsteps cut in; La Luna's second-in-command leaned down and whispered. An order snapped. Tori and the lieutenant walked Adriana out. The heavy door closed, leaving Kat naked in the empty lounge. Hours later, thirsty and full, she slipped barefoot onto the veranda. Cold night wind hit her skin as she searched for anyone who would let her piss.