A Deal

Hours later Greg woke up nuzzled between large breasts. His head ached. They were so big and perfect. Snow White. Firm. He suckled on one of the nipples.

“Oooh you are awake naughty boy…” a Russian voice said.

Greg glanced up to see the stripper he was enamoured with before. Mila… They were in a bedroom. She was nude and he was too. But covered in bandages. Blood stained.

His mouth tasted metallic.

“What happened?” Greg groaned. His whole body aching. It was a familiar feeling he had in high school.

“You made a deal — and it was accepted…” Mila smiled.

“Now you’ll be spending a lot of time with me…” she giggled, “but for now you rest…”

A deal? Greg remembered. He was nearing his last breath…

“I’m better alive than dead…” Greg said weakly.

“Oh? Is that so…” Dmitri said.

“Let me prove my worth —“ Greg said.

“Alright… You kill them all… The Pony… And you can join the Volkov…” Dmitri sneered.