Thread: Drugs and Money [Chai & DeRe]

Sand and stone crackled under the wheels of the sedan as it rolled to a halt. The soft desert night was silent except for the ticking of the engine and distant sounds of unseen wildlife. For a few moments everything seemed to hang in an expectant stillness, before one of the cars two occupants suddenly spoke, his gruff snarl like gunshots in the void. It was the ever-acidic Gato complaining as he had done on the whole drive about being assigned such a trivial task by the boss. Were just garbagemen! Fucking bagboys. Doing a trash run when we should be on more important stuff. He drummed his fingers with irritation on the wheel while peering out into the night. Any kid could do this shit. We need to be back at the hacienda, being seen, being in line for the money-making! His more phlegmatic comrade, Guevo , had long since run out of patience with Gatos annoyance, but his flinty exterior would never reveal it. Were doing this because he trusts us, the rust-haired thug said as he climbed out of the car. Because he knows were professionals who wont leave loose ends. You should be proud to get this kind of assignment. The grim duo remained largely silent again, until they drew their unwilling cargo from the trunk. While Guevo kept an attentive watch on the surroundings, Gato carried the girl to the front of the car. Guess it isnt all bad, he mumbled to himself, as his eager hands took the chance to grope the young womans firm figure. Her well-rounded jean-clad ass seemed to respond with an youthful elasticity as he mauled it. Gato dumped her roughly on her knees, a few feet ahead of the car in the glare of the headlights. Both men took a moment to appreciate the sight for a moment. There was no denying the young woman was beautiful, in a particularly feral and wild way. Her thick black hair seemed to glow in the night, framing a pair of dark gypsy eyes that blazed with fear and hatred. Short, desperate breaths had her ample chest and taunt stomach heaving, with an impeccably curved figure showing through clearly in tight t-shirt and jeans Nothing personal, puta , sighed Guevo as he loaded his pistol and pointed at Sofia. You just fucked the wrong guy, so here we are. Thumbing back the hammer he added in a matter-of-fact tone Now be a good girl and say your prayers quick, cause a whore like you got nothing to look forward to where youre going. He suddenly noticed Gato was not also aiming his gun at Sofia. The fuck you doing? Dont keep the bitch waiting! When Guevo saw Gato raise that insolent eyebrow like he had done so many times before, he realized it was going to be a long night. Hombre , this is a serious fucking waste, he drawled, gesturing at the girl. Look at her! Thats some quality pussy, right there. And were just gonna put two in that pretty face and leave her for the coyotes? How bout we have some fun first? With a grimace Guevo lowered his gun and turned to his friend. Fucks sake, ten minutes ago you wanted to get home to go flaunt for the boss, now you want to spend the night making sweet love under the stars while I twiddle my thumbs or some shit? Dont you have the basic fucking courtesy to put her out of her misery swiftly, at least? Gatos grin grew wickedly, suggesting the creature he drew his nickname from. Why not stretch it out? Been a while since I really went to town on a bitch. Theres a fire ant nest back a bit there, how bout we cut out her tongue and bury her in it? Take her days to fuckin die, shed go insane before they were finished. He turned to meet the girls horrified gaze, his cold coal-like eyes piercing into her soft chocolate ones. Oh yeah puta , youll be begging for a bullet when Ive finished with you, gonna curse the cheap whore of a mother that birthed your fine ass. Wait, said Guevo, with irritation. We dont have time for this- Gato pulled out a battered coin he kept in a trouser pocket. It the first thing he had even stolen and ever since served as his good-luck token. Lets flip man, come on, he said in voice thick with excitement. If its heads, we cap the cunt and go home, I wont say shit, I swear it by Santa Muerte. But if its tails- he turned back to look at the kneeling Sofia then I get to have my fun with her for an hour. You can even join in too. Okay? Realizing from experience there was no other way out of this, Guevo frowned sourly and gave a curt nod. With a showmans skill Gato flipped the coin, and slapped it down on his wrist. Keeping it covered he sneaked a peek, then grinned toothily at Sofia. Showing the coin to Gato he crowed Tails! Shes all mine for the next hour! He whooped with delight like an exulant schoolboy. Rolling his icy blue eyes in frustration, Guevo then seized Sofia roughly by her hair, pulling her unsteadily onto her bare feet. He shoved her forward roughly, so he was thrown face-first onto the hood of the sedan. Moving swifly, Gato then stepped in and drew a long blade from his boot, with which he cut away her belt and pulled her jeans down in several hard tugs. Guevo stepped back, lighting a cigarette and staring off into the dark, hoping not to reveal his immense irritation. Gato chortled with pleasure at the sight of Sofias uncovered ass, and the lemon-coloured thong tucked between it. He tore the strip of cloth away with one hand while keeping her head pinned down with the other. Doing you a favour, puta , he snarled as he began to undo his pants. You gonna get the best fuck of your life before you die, courtesy of me. You'll thank me 'fore we finished! Now spread those legs.