Making a daring escape

Carmine isn’t given any time to explain further. Your hear voices yelling just outside your door, it sounds like there’s some kind of fight happening outside! Carmine stands and grabs you by the arm, dragging you out of your home without so much as a word. No time to pack or gather up your things. As you come out into the corridor, you witness Chun Wei delivering a bone shattering flying kick to a man dressed in a black suit. He tumbles backwards and onto the ground, groaning in pain. Several other men are in similar states of distress.

Note taken, don’t fuck with her.

“What the hell is going on? Who are these guys?”

Carmine rolls her eyes, “Pushy men who don’t know what no means. They may be working for the secret service, same difference to me.”

“The secret service?”

“Not everybody appreciates my work, it’s a shame!”

You follow the trail of devastation being left by Chun, as she punches, kicks and snaps limbs and ribcages with an efficiency unseen outside of a corny action movie. Carmine steps over the bodies in her high heels like they aren’t even there. By the time you’ve gotten out to the front parking lot of your building, it’s clear that they’ve run out of men.

Far from the police blockade that you were expecting, there’s nobody outside at all. Not a van or gun in sight. “At least they have the good sense to keep things private, exhibitionism isn’t my bag,” Carmine giggles to herself. She expands no further, and Chun soon returns inside of a large, expensive looking SUV.

Carmine hops into the back, and you round the car to get into the other side. The back is decked out with flush leather seating, a minibar and television monitors in the back of the front seats. The panelling is made from laminated wood. This thing looks like it costs as much as your yearly paycheck, give or take times five.

You buckle up, but Chun does not speed off like you expected from your hurried exit. She politely follows the road rules and begins heading downtown. “Are we safe?” You ask. Carmine crosses her legs and fills a wine glass.

“For now. The men in black like to keep things quiet, even if it means letting a baddie get away now and then. They’ll try to intercept us again soon.”

A voice with a distinct American accent blares through the car’s speakers, “This is Johnson. We’ve got suits stinking up the airport. You better get here fast.”

“Wei, let’s hurry along.”

You glance down at the black seatbelt that is running across Carmine’s chest. Despite the stress of the situation, her breathing is calm. Carmine’s tits are perfect. You’re sure that they aren’t even double Ds, but they are as perky as anything below that size. You suspected that they were fake at first, but you got the chance to cop a feel a few times, so you know that they’re legit.

You can see the brim of her lacy black bra peeking from beneath the collar of her white dress shirt. And if you look really closely, the light brown of her areola. The women is sex on legs. But now you’re at the hard part – you’ve gotten pulled into something really strange and possibly illegal.

Carmine doesn’t seem to have a care in the world. She unbuckles herself, even though Wei is speeding up – and slides over towards you. She leans in and presses her arms together, closing the tantalizing gap between her two tear shaped breasts. “We’re in danger, and you’re still hard?” she licks her lips, “I like that. Have you ever fucked with a gun against your head?”

“No…”

She moans, a deep, husky rumble that makes your cock quiver. Adrenaline pumps through your veins as Wei drags the SUV around the corners at an offensive speed. “There’s nothing like it, spending your last moments in this life, rutting like a filthy fucking animal.” She unbuttons her top and shirt, exposing her bra. Her nipples poke through and goose bumps run up and down her pale skin. “Let’s be animals together John.”