Big mouth in Neobangkok

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The music played in the background and the women's goodies swayed to the beat. Breasts in the skimpy, tight-fitting bras bounced, making Mojan happy man. He raised the new cigar to his lips, savoring the victory. So many Candy clones in sight, real mines of information and dirt on all under his control. And the last problem came to him without lifting a finger, missing 72.

"I didn't think you'd bring her to me", Big Mouth looked from top to bottom at the prisoner, tied with handcables in neuralgic places, "I thought you will choose the traditional way of the white knight on the high horse and take her side... Especially since it's a clone of your lost love."

"It's just a clone, like the rest in this hellhole", the man in the Hawaiian shirt smiled disarmingly and spread his arms, "But I must admit that you did well job. I couldnt keep my hands off my chest, when I was in one of them."

"Speaking of which, you didn't damage my monks too hard, do you?", Majon was not surprised by the recovered body, he expected this from the tourist. He wondered, however, whether things remained in Bimi the same as he left them, "They're doing a great deal for me, sourcing parts for my gifts, if you know what I mean."

"You only need to replace the guru", the tourist's tinted glasses reflected the laser show, hiding the blazes in his eyes form a dense gaze of the boss from Yang Guang, "...accident at work."

"Oh yes, I saw the procession. I feel sorry for him. He was my best Milker", Mojan chuckled, revealing his plump lips, "But business is business."

"Business is business", Sunny repeated, toying with the scrap of his shirt, "And a deal is a deal. You were to tell me where the lost dick is, for retrieving the clone. So, are you going to be a man of your word?"

"A funny story...", an omnious smile contorted Big Mouth's face. The fat man crooked his finger and the herd of Candies stopped dancing and surrounded the VIP settees. The standard intimidation object appeared in their hands, "See, I don't know where it is and I can't break memory disks like you to find it either, but I know one thing, how to get rid of the every problem my city has."

"Guns? Soooo original", the tourist did not move a muscle, or feel overwhelmed, let alone agitated by the situation. He knew it was inevitable, he expected this confrontation.

"Are these your last words? I was hoping for something a bit more nosy. Get him, my sweetnesses, your treacherous sister too", Majon opened the champagne to celebrate the end of big hound, but there was nothing to commemorate. Candies did not shoot, but turned the barrels towards their master, "What's happening? You have to obey the order! Obey me! You are my property!"

"No they are not your property, they are not anyone's toy", Sunny allowed himself to take drink from his shaking hand and poured it into a glass, "They are the living bodies of my consciousness. Have you never really be curious why they call me the tourist? It's not because I visit people's minds, no. It's because I don't roam in just one flesh."

"Sunny my boy, look... I... I actually didn't want to use your ex's image. It was... It was just...", Big Mouth wanted to explain himself and slip out of a lost game of chess.

"Yea, it was just a buisness. I even gave you the machine myself via my intermediaries, because I knew you would not resist to use it and you spread me all over the city, to the beds of all the important people. You made me the real god, the overseer of entire Neobangkok... so I should thank you for that...", the tourist gave orders to the clones non-verbally through the synergy of the disks. Candies held and bent the former boss and then one of them lowered his pants, "O, I'd almost forgot to tell you. I found the lost cock too."

"Oh, that's great, where it is now?", the clones had pinned him to the ground with the butt exposed, so Majon had a hard time talking. He still thought that a nice tone and friendly approach would save him.

"72 is about to present you", Sunny made a theatrical gesture, and the prisoner threw off her false ties as well as her clothes, revealing the upcoming doom, "Ah, before you start, 72, let me overwrite his ring so he will not like it at all."

"Wait, wait!"

"Like I said, you shouldn't have messed up with Candy...", Sunny leaned back on the sofa and enjoyed the spectacle, sipping the bubbling dram, "Because of your greed and big mouth, we had to rush everything. And I don't like rush... I prefer my **** like my ice creams, cold with candies on top."