It was around lunchtime. The scorching sun hung high above, radiating heat that was almost unbearable.
The liveliness of Lehar City felt worn out in this weather—cars and motorbikes stood still in the parking lots, and the roads looked almost empty.
The only exception to this was the beggars, who, despite having working arms and legs and sound minds, lacked the will to work.
They had turned dependence into a lifestyle.
They'd stand in front of office gates all day, waiting for coins, and then later roam around shopping malls, hoping strangers would toss them food.
By the end of the day, they'd gather quite a bit of cash.
Some would spend it on necessities, maybe save a little for later.
But there were others—the ones who took their earnings and headed straight to the east side of the city...
The east side—also known as the down side of the city.
This area wasn't green or fresh like the main city. Instead, it was filled with giant rocks, and you'd hardly spot a single tree.
In this area, the most common thing you'd see is a clubhouse.
A serious biker gang would definitely have a base for their meetings, and these clubhouses were perfect for them, with lots of booze and bitches.
There were also factory lots, pit stops, and garage hideouts scattered all over. Fights between gangs are a regular thing here.
In short, this place is a paradise for illegal work.
Though mostly known to the people of the underworld, beggars and lowlifes still wandered here from time to time—some never came back, either dead or simply missing.
Unlike normal places, at the peak of midday, this downtown looked like a ghost town—no sign of human life whatsoever.
The fun begins at night, after all.
But today is different. Two people were standing at the entrance of a clubhouse, despite the scorching heat. Both wore long black coats and wide-brimmed black fedora hats that hid their faces.
One of them, with a slightly thin body, stood tense—his posture showed he was nervous. The other stood calmly with a briefcase in hand.
The clubhouse looked empty from the outside. It had a front door—quite a bit bigger than a normal one—and a few glass windows, all covered in dust. It was impossible to see through them.
The two people in black coats seemed to be waiting for someone, judging by how the one with the briefcase kept checking his pocket watch again and again.
They had been standing there for 15 minutes, still no sign of anyone.
The thin guy looked like he was losing his patience.
Finally, he parted his lips and muttered in a low voice,
"Sir? How long do we have to wait like this? It's almost time—"
Before he could finish, the man with the briefcase gave him a sharp side-eye.
The thin man froze instantly, sensing the anger he had triggered in the person beside him.
"Don't open your mouth next time without my permission," the man with the briefcase said firmly, then turned toward the door.
Just then, the door slowly creaked open, and a big-built man stepped out. He wore a sleeveless T-shirt and blue jeans.
He was clearly larger than both men in black coats—it looked like he could toss the thin guy with one hand.
That same thin guy was visibly shaken by the Black man's gruesome face and massive frame.
But the man with the briefcase stood his ground, chin raised, staring him straight in the eye.
The big man's gaze dropped to the briefcase. Then, a small smile curled on his lips.
"Come in," he said in a deep voice.
They entered the clubhouse. It was way too hot inside.
The windows were all closed, and the only light came filtered through the dusty glass.
A few wooden tables and chairs were placed around, and broken wine bottles littered the floor.
"Why are there so many broken glasses?" the thin guy wondered to himself as he carefully walked behind his boss and the big man.
At the corner behind the counter was a wooden door. The big guy pointed toward it with his finger, and the man with the briefcase gave a slight nod in response.
.....
The wooden door creaked open, and the two guys in black coats stepped inside. The thin one looked nervous, trailing behind his boss.
The air was thick, hot, and smelled like burnt rubber and smoke. As their eyes adjusted to the dim red lights, they both froze, and the men with the briefcase looked pissed.
The room was totally different from the rundown clubhouse outside.
Dim red lights, neon signs buzzing on the soundproof walls, and a big mirror on the ceiling reflected the dirty mess below.
There were two plush red sofas against the wall, but the main thing was the huge table in the middle.
It was a mess of overflowing ashtrays, empty syringes, crumpled drug packets, and used condoms filled with semen.
Sprawled across the table was a stunning woman with tousled brown hair.
Her body glistened with sweat under the red lights. She looked to be in her late 30s or early 40s.
She was completely naked, legs spread wide open; her pussy was wet and swollen as another big Black guy was fucking her hard relentlessly.
His thick cock was slamming into her, making a loud slap-slap-slap obsence noise with every thrust.
"Ahhh~ Fuck, yes! Harder! Harder!" She screamed, her voice all raw and desperate. Her tits were bouncing like crazy as her erect nipples poked in the air.
"Uhhh~ don't stop! Don't stop, Master!" She begged, grabbing the table as her hips bucked to meet him.
Two shirtless white guys stood beside her, cocks hard in their hands, waiting for their turn.
One grinned, leaned down, and slapped her bouncing tits. The mark of his fingers got printed on her white, mushy flesh. But rather than feeling any pain, she whimpered, loving it.
"Look at this slut, taking that big cock of the boss like a whore. It's been only weeks, and she completely forgot about her husband and daughter," he sneered, pinching her nipple.
She gasped from the sensation as her pussy clenched visibly around the cock inside her. The Black guy grunted, spreading her legs wider, pounding deeper.
"I am going to fill you, bitch. Tell me which hole I should fill this time." He muttered, his thrusts getting wilder with every passing second.
Her moans got louder from the intense pleasure she was feeling inside her creamy pussy; it made her body shake.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh~ Yes, cum in me! Cum in my pussy!!!!!" she begged for his seed as her tongue lolled out from her mouth.
"Ufff~ Mmmhmm~ Give me that cum!" Her eyes rolled back, lost in it.
The two guys in black coats just stood there, the thin one looking pale, his boss's jaw tight with anger.
But they couldn't look away from the woman's stretched pussy, the cum-filled condoms stuck to her skin, and the whole filthy scene.
The thin man in black looked away first and muttered in a low voice, "They knew we were coming. And still—this?"
The word that came out of his mouth was filled with pure disgust.
The man with the briefcase finally snapped, clearing his throat. "Nova!?" he barked, glaring at the Black guy, who didn't even flinch, too busy fucking that woman.
The big guy who let them in called out from the doorway. "Boss!" But Nova was lost in fucking that woman; somehow he didn't hear a thing.
Watching him, the man with the briefcase went completely quiet; not another word came out of his mouth.
The woman's moans grew frantic, her body trembling as she neared her peak, her body convulsing as she came hard, squirting all over Nova's big black cock.
"Ahhh~ Fuck! Yes! I'm coming!" She screamed with intense pleasure.
Nova groaned, slamming into her one last time before unloading, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his hot, thick cum.
"Take it, bitch," he growled, hips jerking.
As he pulled out, his cum oozed from her gaping pussy, dripping down to join the mess on the table.
The two man in black coats had to watch all this.
The thin one's face looked pale, eyes filled with pure disgust towards both the woman and Nova. While his boss looked indifferent, as if the hatred toward his own self had gone deep within him.
One of the waiting men who was standing beside her stepped forward, his cock in hand, ready to take Nova's place.
THUMB*
"Enough!" The big guy who was standing near the entrance slammed his palm on the door.
That woman looked behind, turning her face along with Nova and those two other nerds. The woman who was almost in a trance with all this cock beating widened her eyes in shock, then it went normal with a sigh.
The room went completely quiet.
"Heh? Mr. Halden? And...oh! If it isn't our Reyes! You guys here already?" Nova said loudly, amusement showing in his eyes.
A finger of his slipped inside the creamy pussy of that woman.
"Mmhhmm~"
"Tch," Reyes stared at them with disgust.
"Ohh, the briefcase!" Nova finally noticed the thing in Mr. Halden's hand. "Didn't expect the department to be so cooperative."
"They are not! And don't act all surprised, like you didn't know we're coming to this rotten place of yours." Reyes glared at Nova furiously, his eyes full of rage and hatred.
"Now, now, kiddo, don't be so angry at this old man. I completely forgot you guys were coming to see me today," Nova said to Reyes, smirking at him. His words were filled with sarcasm that became fuel for Reyes's hatred.
"You…!"
"Hold it, Reye." This time Mr. Halden, who was all quiet listening to them, blocked Reyes's path the moment he took a step toward Nova.
"Calm down," he said, looking at Reyes.
"But sir…!"
....
With briefcase in hand, Mr. Halden looked toward the woman, who was now stroking the cock of the guy beside her, eyes glazed.
"We don't have time, Nova. If you're done, let's get this over with." Mr. Halden said firmly.
Nova let out a chuckle, wiping his cock on her thigh. "Alright, alright," he said, slapping her ass.
"Umhmm~"
"Move it, bitch. I'll play with you more when its done"
She pouted, sitting up slowly, her body sticky with all this sweat and cum. She looked at Mr. Halden and eyed Reyes.
"Mmm~ you look tasty," she purred, licking her lips. "Why don't you come with me, cutie? I'll let you play however you want, fu~ fu~."
The big guy who was standing near the door stepped forward, hauling the woman off from that site.
"Come with me," he said, dragging her away as she was still naked, fresh cum leaking from her pussy hole, drenching her inner thighs.
The two white guys followed, grumbling, leaving the room quietly.
"Sir… that's her. That's his wife. The guy from the Murphy case… He helped us." Reyes mumbled, looking at the woman as she walked away, swaying her flabby ass at them.
His word was full of guilt and desperation as he turned his eyes from that woman.
"Yeah. I know Reyes. I know." He looked at Nova, who was standing there cleaning his drenched finger with a blouse.
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