Hold your breath

With the sudden realization of the danger you were in, you immediately stopped breathing and began crawling out of the vent as fast as you possibly could. Your lungs quickly started to burn almost as badly as your pussy, but you fought the compulsion to breathe for as long as you could.

Finally, you turned a corner in the air duct and nearly hit your head against a vent grating; through the gaps in the metal, you could barely make out the shadows of an alley beside the building. With your eyes watering, you tried to pry the vent out of the way, but you couldn't quite get the leverage. No, no, no!

Risking the remnants of your breath, you let out an ultrasonic cry for just long enough to vibrate the metal - it loosened the vent just enough for you to be able to kick it out, and it fell to the floor of the alley with a loud clang. You quickly followed it out of the duct, rolling slightly inelegantly but retaining your balance.

Gasping, you gratefully sucked in air as you leant against the wall. It was only then that you noticed just how much your pussy was yearning for sex. That PX is powerful stuff, you managed to think. Unable to contain yourself, you sat down behind a dumpster, pulled your bikini bottoms down your thighs and started desperately frigging.

Barely aware of the loud moans escaping your lips, you suddenly tasted the salty tang of semen, and realized that your free hand was absentmindedly scooping the remnants of Gold Chains' cum from your thigh and pussy into your mouth. You swirled it around with your tongue before swallowing it down and closing your eyes in satisfaction; normally you didn't find the taste of cum particularly nice, but obviously the PX was messing with your head and altering your tastebuds or something.

Moments later, another powerful orgasm hit you like a bullet train and you rocked your body, arching your back as you let out a soft scream. You felt yourself nearly black out from the pleasure, but even then you couldn't stop your hand from continuing to rub your clit. What, seriously? you thought to yourself.

Just then you heard several sets of footsteps from the entrance to the alleyway, and you clapped your free hand over your mouth so that whoever it was wouldn't hear your groans of lust.

"Think I heard something," a female voice said.

"I don't hear shit." A male voice this time, rough from either **** or cigarettes. Or both. "Check it out if you want, otherwise keep your thoughts to yourself."

The woman went silent.

A different man spoke, younger-sounding than the last. "He's late."

"He's always late," Shredded Larynx (what can I say, I like nicknames) replied.

All throughout this conversation, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge; in the ensuing silence, you became acutely aware of the soft shlick sounds as your fingers plunged into your pussy, and your shallow, muffled breathing. Another orgasm washed over you, and your eyes rolled backwards in your head.

*

You came to consciousness slowly, and your eyelids fluttered open. Voices were murmuring not very far away, and you quickly focused on them as you sheepishly pulled your bikini bottoms back up to cover your pussy.

"Money's in here," someone said.

"Count it." You recognized the gravelly voice of Shredded Larynx; clearly you hadn't been out for very long.

"It's all there," the first man reassured him.

"Better be, or you're gonna find yourself in a world of trouble," Shredded Larynx said.

"I don't recommend threatening me again, Keys," the first man said. His tone was casual, but laced with a menace that made you shiver. "Now where's the case?"

Peeking out from behind the dumpster, you quickly assessed the scene: two men and a woman, dressed in an assortment of jeans and leather jacket, were facing a short, Asian-American man in a suit. The woman was hunched over a duffel bag, counting out money, while one of the men pulled out a small case from his pocket and handed it to his compatriot, who held it out to the suited man. Well, this looks shady as hell.

The suited man opened it slightly before nodding in satisfaction and tucking it away. "Pleasure doing business," he said, turning around as if to leave.

"Hang on!" Shredded Larynx, who was clearly also known as Keys, said, pulling out a gun. His second followed suit.

The suited man froze. "It's all there," he repeated.

Keys looked over at the woman, who shrugged. "We're good, Boss."

Slowly, Keys lowered his gun. "Good."

The suited man nodded and left.

You quickly wondered what to do - if anything said 'criminal business', that was it. You could try and take them all on, or you could follow either the suited man or Keys and his gang. Or you could just leave it, maybe you'd done enough for the day.