"So, Heinrich," the pistol-wielding woman in front of me said as I followed her down the forest path, watching her ass move nicely under her tight skirt, "Looks like you have a pretty good setup here. You grow the dope, get some hippie sluts to tend it for you, and get your dick sucked whenever you want!"
The slick-haired guy behind me sniggered, and I looked back at him briefly. He smiled at me mockingly, and gestured with his pistol for me to turn around.
"For the last time," I told the woman as I turned back to look at her ass some more, "I'm not this Heinrich guy! I was just biking in the park and had a fall!"
The woman stopped and turned, tossing her curly dark hair out of her face. "Don't think you can trick us. Maybe you'll stop this stupid act if I tell you who we are. I'm Lucia Sparazza. My uncle is Paolo Sparazza. Heard of him? He runs the drugs and the whores and the guns around here on behalf of the big bosses down in the city. Now how do you think they're gonna feel when they hear that some asshole is trying to cut in on their dope business?" She raised her eyebrows, as if there was no need to elaborate, and flashed a brilliant, cold smile before turning and heading back down the path. "Anyway," she continued as I followed her, "We've already got two of your distributors in our custody. They'll identify you, and then you can drop this whole charade."
I was actually relieved to hear this. As soon as these guys told them I wasn't Heinrich, they should let me go. Unless, of course, they decided they needed to keep me quiet...but I didn't let my thoughts go down that path. My only chance, it seemed, was to cooperate and hope that they would release me when the truth was revealed.
We emerged from the woods into a small clearing where a white van sat waiting, its windows heavily tinted. Lucia slid open the door on the left side and waved me in with her gun, while the slick-haired guy went up and climbed into the driver's seat. Lucia told me to sit on the floor, then climbed in and sat on a bench along the right wall of the van, her skirt sliding up her nice thighs as she sat down, knees together, and holstered her pistol in a strap beneath her jacket. I sat in silence, looking out the darkened window as the van rumbled to life and began bumping along through the clearing and onto a dirt road through the forest.
Eventually Lucia spoke again, her tone considerably less hostile than it had been thus far. "You know, Heinrich," she said, insisting on using that name, "Watching you cum all over that cute slut of yours was pretty fucking hot." I turned away from the window, surprised, and saw that she had pulled her legs apart, sending her skirt sliding even further up her thighs and giving me a clear view of the bright red thong covering her crotch. "In fact," she continued, looking down between her legs, "It got me wet! Look at that!" I was already looking, and sure enough, I could see a damp spot on the thong. Lucia lifted her nice ass up off the seat to slide her skirt up around her waist, then sat back down, grabbed the edge of her thong, and pulled it aside, revealing the dark hair of her unshaven vulva and, in the center, her bright pink inner labia, engorged, glistening, and parted like the petals of an exotic flower."Why don't you make this trip more enjoyable for us both," Lucia purred, "and come eat my pussy?"
She didn't have to ask twice. I crawled across the van to her, and she lifted her legs and placed them on my shoulders, drawing me forward between her lovely thighs, and, seeing as she was already aroused, I got right to it. Pulling her thong even farther aside, I thrust my head forward, clamped my lips around her hairy opening, and plunged my tongue between her plump labia, flooding my mouth with her tart, sweet juices as she gave a squeal of delight.
I heard the voice of the man driving as he called back into the van. "What the fuck's going on back there?"
