Not long after, Allen went to the R.P.D. with Svetlana. Soon after arriving, he headed straight into Chief Brian's office.
"Oh, hey, Allen! How have you been?" Brian greeted him cheerfully, clearly happy to see him drop by.
"I'm doing fine, thanks for asking," Allen replied casually as he sat down without waiting to be offered a seat.
Then, he patted his thigh, silently signaling Svetlana to sit on his lap.
Svetlana rolled her eyes at his behavior, but she still complied and sat down on his lap.
Brian didn't seem bothered at all—he was already used to Allen's antics by now.
"Anyway," Allen began, "why did I suddenly lose my position in S.T.A.R.S., Chief Brian? And what's going on with the whole tactical rescue team situation? I'm pretty disappointed, you know. Being labeled a drunk kind of hurts my image."
Allen said this while showing a copy of the Raccoon City newspaper, opened to the front page dated July 24, 1998.
The bold headline—SPENCER MANSION DESTROYED IN EXPLOSIVE FIRE—was impossible to ignore.
"Ahh… about that, I'm sorry, Allen. I didn't have much choice. I was under pressure from certain people," Brian said, shaking his head helplessly. "But don't worry—you're not fired. S.T.A.R.S. is just temporarily suspended. All the members are on extended leave."
"Well, that's something, I guess. Though I really enjoyed working there," Allen said, leaning back slightly. "So, do you think I'll be getting any kind of compensation for that? Especially since this affects my image."
"What kind of compensation are you thinking of, Allen?" Brian asked, curious.
"Well," Allen replied with a grin, "I'm interested in joining one of the other departments here in the R.P.D. I heard you're recruiting some rookies. I want one of those rookies assigned as my partner."
"Ahh, that might be difficult right now. Why don't you just enjoy your vacation for a while, Allen?" Brian said, clearly trying to turn down the request.
But Allen casually tossed an envelope onto Brian's desk.
"Sorry, Chief, what was that? I didn't quite catch what you said," Allen replied with a smile.
Brian looked at the envelope, then quickly picked it up.
"I said, don't worry about a thing—leave it all to me. I'll take care of everything," he said, glancing inside.
The moment he saw the large amount of cash, his expression shifted instantly. Without hesitation, he slipped the envelope into his desk drawer.
"Good. Thanks, Chief. In that case, I'll be heading out," Allen said before leaving Brian's office.
Not long after Allen left, Chief Brian picked up the phone in his office and called Marvin, asking him to come over right away. He wanted to discuss something about recruiting new members to replace the S.T.A.R.S. team.
Marvin was a bit confused about why Brian suddenly wanted to speed up the recruitment process, but he figured it was a good thing. It seemed like Brian had finally decided to approve some of the candidates he had been pushing for all this time.
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Meanwhile, inside the car, Allen glanced over at Svetlana, who was focused on driving.
"Lana, how about grabbing a drink and something to eat at the bar with me?" Allen asked, watching her with a faint smile.
"Hmmm, is that your way of asking me out on a date?" Svetlana replied, keeping her eyes on the road.
"Yeah," Allen said casually. "So, what do you think? Just you and me spending some time together at the bar."
He had actually planned to take her to a nice restaurant, but he hadn't made a reservation yet. Besides, the bar he usually visited had private rooms upstairs, so it would still make a good place for a date.
"Hmmm, of course. Are we going to our usual place?" Svetlana asked. Naturally, she wasn't about to turn down a date with her man.
"Yeah," Allen replied.
With a small smile, Svetlana continued driving toward their usual bar—the place where they often went to unwind together.
Inside the bar, Allen ordered some food and drinks before leading Svetlana upstairs to the VIP area on the second floor. Not long after, a waitress arrived with their order—and by coincidence, it happened to be Cindy.
"Oh, hey Allen! How have you been?" Cindy greeted warmly as she set the food and drinks down on their table.
Hearing the pretty waitress greet him with such a bright smile, Allen returned it with one of his own.
"I'm doing great. How about you?" he asked.
Cindy blushed slightly at his smile, lowering her gaze shyly. "I-I'm good, Allen," she replied softly.
"That's good to hear. Though it looks pretty busy today—you must be tired. Why don't you take a short break? Maybe switch shifts with someone for a bit," Allen suggested.
"Yeah, I'm a little tired," Cindy admitted with a small laugh, "but I can't just switch shifts like that. It wouldn't be fair to the others."
At the same time, Svetlana, who was sitting beside Allen, was starting to lose her patience. Why was her man flirting with another woman when they were supposed to be on a date?
She discreetly pinched Allen's thigh, telling him to stop and pay attention to her instead.
Allen only chuckled, finding her reaction rather cute.
"I see. Well then, here's a little something from me," Allen said, handing Cindy a generous tip—around 350 dollars.
"Ah, Allen, that's way too much! I can't accept this," Cindy said, trying to give it back.
"Hey, don't worry about it. Take it—you've earned it," Allen replied calmly, gently pushing the money back to her.
"Thank you, Allen," Cindy said gratefully before returning to her duties.
After Cindy left, Allen and Svetlana finally continued their meal together. But even then, Allen's hand slowly moved, resting on her thigh and lightly caressing it beneath the table—taking advantage of the fact that she was wearing a short skirt.
Allen, what are you doing? People might see us," Svetlana whispered, her voice laced with a hint of protest, even as her body arched subtly into his touch, betraying her words.
"Don't worry, no one's gonna spot us back here," Allen murmured back, his tone low and reassuring. The secluded booth in the dim corner of the bar shielded them from prying eyes, the hum of chatter and clinking glasses providing a veil of anonymity.
Svetlana bit her lower lip, her resolve crumbling as she surrendered to the heat building between them. She let him take the lead, her fork hovering forgotten over her plate.
Allen's fingers grew bolder, slipping past the hem of her skirt to trace the edge of her panties. He pressed gently against her folds, rubbing slow circles that sent sparks racing up her spine.
"Ahh..." A soft moan escaped her lips before she could clamp them shut, her free hand gripping the edge of the table to steady herself. She glanced around nervously, but the thrill only made her pulse quicker.
It wasn't long before her underwear clung damply to her skin, soaked through from his teasing. "Damn, you're drenched already," Allen teased, his voice a husky growl as he eased his hand beneath the fabric, fingers gliding over her slick entrance.
"Ooh... and whose fault is that?" Svetlana shot back, her words breathless as she stabbed at a bite of food, trying to play it cool despite the fire igniting in her core.
Allen flashed a wicked grin, his eyes locked on hers, watching her struggle to maintain composure. "Sorry, Lana, but I can't wait any longer. Time to savor my real dessert." With that, he hooked her leg over his arm, easing her back onto the padded bench seat. He yanked her panties aside and down her thighs, baring her glistening pussy to the cool air. Then, without pause, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping hungrily at her clit and delving into her folds.
"Ahhh... Allen, no... not here... we should—ahh... find somewhere private, oh god,..... screw it," Svetlana gasped, her protests dissolving into whimpers. She clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sounds as waves of pleasure crashed over her, but her hips betrayed her, grinding up against his mouth.
Allen's tongue worked relentlessly, flicking and sucking with expert precision, invading her depths and circling her sensitive nub until her thighs quivered around his head. Svetlana's body tensed, her back arching off the seat as the orgasm ripped through her. "Fuck... ahh..." she cried out softly, her pussy clenching and flooding his mouth with her release.
He drank her in greedily, his lips and tongue coaxing out every last shudder, swallowing the rush of her juices with satisfied hums.
"You taste so fucking good, Lana," Allen rasped, pulling back just enough to murmur against her thigh before returning for languid, thorough licks to clean her up, savoring the aftermath.
Svetlana lay there panting, her chest heaving as reality sank in—they'd just crossed a major line in a crowded bar. But her eyes flicked downward, drawn to the obvious tent in Allen's pants, his cock straining for attention.
"You need a hand with that? Can't have you leaving like this," she said, a sly spark in her voice mixing concern with playful intent as she nodded toward his bulge.
"Hell yeah, I do. This guy's begging for relief," Allen replied, smirking as he reached for his zipper.
"Let me take care of it. You watch our backs—no interruptions," Svetlana whispered, swatting his hand away gently. She leaned down behind the table's edge, her heart pounding with the added risk, and tugged his zipper open. Carefully, she freed his thick, rigid cock from its confines, the veined length pulsing hotly in the open air.
It throbbed inches from her face, the musky scent making her mouth water despite her inexperience. Svetlana wrapped her hands around the base, pumping steadily with a firm grip that drew a quiet groan from Allen.
"Shit, baby, wrap those perfect tits around me," he urged, his fingers threading through her hair, guiding her with dominant ease.
She didn't hesitate, popping open the buttons of her blouse to expose her lacy bra. With a quick flick, she unhooked it, her lush breasts bouncing free—heavy and soft, nipples already pebbling in the thrill. Svetlana pressed them together, trapping his cock in the warm, plush valley, and began sliding up and down. The friction was electric; pre-cum beaded at his tip, slicking her skin as she increased the pace, her breaths coming faster from the erotic slide and the danger of their spot.
Allen's hips jerked forward instinctively, fucking into the tight squeeze of her cleavage, his control fraying at the edges.
"Ahhh... yeah, now suck my cock," he groaned, voice rough with need, pushing her head down toward him.
Svetlana's lips parted, taking the swollen head into her mouth for the first time. It was a new sensation—stretching her jaw around his girth, her tongue exploring tentatively as she bobbed shallowly. The salty tang of his pre-cum hit her palate, flushing her cheeks with a rush of arousal and nerves. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking softly while her hands steadied the base.
The wet heat of her mouth gripped him like a vice, her lips sealing around his shaft as she found a rhythm. Allen's eyes fluttered shut, a deep moan rumbling from his chest at the swirl of her tongue and the pull of her suction, building on the tease of her breasts moments before.
She pulled off briefly, gasping for air, her eyes glistening as she looked up. "Is this okay? You like it? Am I getting it right?" she asked, voice husky and unsure, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his tip.
"Fuck yes—you're amazing at this," Allen breathed, petting her hair as encouragement, watching her dive back in with growing assurance, taking him deeper each time.
Time blurred in the booth, marked by wet slurps and stifled gasps amid the bar's distant buzz, every sound amplified by the secrecy. Allen's sack drew up tight, his thighs tensing as release loomed. "Lana, I'm gonna cum," he warned, his palm firm on the nape of her neck, urging her to stay put.
With a guttural grunt, Allen exploded inside Svetlana's mouth, his thick cock pulsing wildly as ropes of hot, sticky cum blasted straight down her throat. She gagged just a little at the sudden flood, but then swallowed greedily, her throat working with rhythmic gulp... gulp... gulp... sounds that echoed softly in the dim corner of the bar. Svetlana milked every last drop from him, her tongue swirling to catch anything that tried to escape, savoring the salty warmth that filled her senses.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm faded away, Svetlana pulled back slowly, licking her swollen lips with a satisfied gleam in her eyes. A surprising craving ignited deep inside her core, blooming like a forbidden flower. The creamy, rich taste of his load reminded her of the most indulgent strawberry vanilla ice cream—smooth, sweet in its own way, and utterly addictive. It left her body humming with a newfound obsession, her pulse racing as she craved more of that intoxicating release.
Right now, Svetlana looked incredibly slutty, her makeup smudged, hair tousled, and cheeks flushed from the illicit act. She straightened her rumpled clothes with trembling hands, slipping her soaked panties back into place over her dripping pussy, the fabric clinging wetly to her sensitive folds and making her shiver with lingering arousal.
After catching her breath, Svetlana grabbed Allen's hand firmly, her fingers interlacing with his. "Come on, we should head back to the apartment if you want to keep going," she said, her voice husky and laced with urgency, her body still burning with unquenched fire as she eagerly pulled him toward the exit.
"Okay," Allen replied without hesitation, his heart pounding with the same raw hunger. He quickly tucked his softening cock away, zipping up his pants with fumbling fingers before they slipped out of the bar together. Yeah, he was just as eager to continue their wild fun in the privacy of his place, where they could let loose without holding back.
Once they arrived at Allen's apartment, the door barely clicked shut before he grabbed Ada and pulled her straight into his bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. It didn't take long for the sounds of passion to fill the space—moans from both women echoing off the walls like a symphony of desire.
Plop! ... Plop! ... Plop! ...
"Ahhhhh yes... harder," Svetlana cried out, her voice breaking with ecstasy as her body was sandwiched tightly between Allen and Ada beneath her. The room heated up fast, sweat-slicked skin sliding against skin in a frenzy of need.
Allen's cock thrust rapidly and relentlessly, pounding deep into Svetlana's slick pussy with brutal force. He unloaded cum deep inside her womb multiple times, each powerful spurt bloating her belly with his thick, potent seed until it swelled noticeably, like she was carrying his load in every sense. Finally spent on her, he pulled out with a wet pop and immediately slammed his throbbing dick into Ada's waiting pussy, repeating the savage claiming—fucking her hard and filling her up just the same, her cries mixing with Svetlana's in the chaotic rhythm.
They fucked nonstop through the entire night, bodies entwined in a haze of sweat, gasps, and slapping flesh. Allen didn't forget to drag in Alyssa and Rebecca, who had just stumbled home late that evening, their eyes widening at the scene before they dove in willingly.
What started as a heated encounter exploded into a full-blown orgy, limbs and moans tangling in every direction as Allen dominated them all. Their sex party raged on relentlessly until the first light of morning crept through the windows, leaving all the women passed out in heaps of exhausted bliss, their bellies swollen like they were two months pregnant from the sheer volume of his cum.
Seeing the state of his women, who appeared to have passed out in deep, sated slumber, their bodies a canvas of passion—covered in red bite marks, stinging slap bruises from eager hands, and their lower holes, pussies and asses, still gaping wide and leaking Allen's thick cum like overflowing faucets from the brutal, all-night fucking they'd endured—Allen finally caught his breath and moved on, a satisfied ache settling in his muscles.
He then shifted his attention to check on Excella in the other room.
Right now, she was lying sprawled across the bed in that chamber, completely naked—though it looked like Ada had already wiped her down and taken the time to clean her up.
"Hey… are you okay?" Allen asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
"Well, I still can't feel my legs. But you don't need to worry—I just need a few days to recover," Excella replied calmly, lifting her hand slightly as she gestured for him to come over and lie down beside her.