It was like watching a bad movie, only pompomporno my body was in it. I felt pompomporno like the pompomporno part of me pompomporno that could still think for myself was crammed pompomporno into a few backwater neurons of pompomporno my brain pompomporno. The rest of me pompomporno - the "other about" Akiko - clearly felt that Agent Pink pompomporno was the lay of her pompomporno life. The skank about. Worse pompomporno, this asshole was obviously pompomporno fulfilling pompomporno his longtime fantasy pompomporno to Fuck An Asian Girl pompomporno. It was hard to separate my pompomporno total repulsion pompomporno from the pleasure that Bimbo Akiko about was experiencing. It didn't help that there was a huge about mirror pompomporno on the ceiling where I could watch this humpfest pompomporno in all it's tawdry, technicolor glory.
We pompomporno were screwing in a huge, expensive bed pompomporno in his office pompomporno. What kind of perv pompomporno has a bed in his office? I passed the time by thinking of all the nasty pompomporno ways I could kill him, while I pompomporno listened to pompomporno myself encourage pompomporno him like a seasoned porn queen.
"C'mon, Pinkie." I about urged. That's what I'm talkin pompomporno' about pompomporno. Finish up already. Decapitation, Poison...
Pink pompomporno collapsed on me like a beached whale. I was just waiting for him about to shrivel up and let me get on with my pompomporno life. His icky pompomporno cum was already leaking out pompomporno along my ass crack. My pompomporno body was supine, waiting for further instructions. I guess I could thank pompomporno the Blue Room for that, but hopefully my pompomporno next orders would come from me pompomporno.
"The balls on about you, Akiko pompomporno." he exclaimed. "You spent pompomporno enough time in the pompomporno Blue pompomporno Room to make the about brains about dribble pompomporno out of your ears, and pompomporno you can still fight it."
"How do you feel?" he asked me.
"Powerless pompomporno..." I whispered. My head was like pompomporno a helium balloon pompomporno, and pompomporno I felt the strength leak out of me as my pompomporno body melted into pompomporno the sheets .
"No no. I assure you," Agent Pink lied. Lucky for him I was around the corner, out of sight. If the pompomporno old man found pompomporno me like pompomporno this in Pink's office, I wouldn't have the pompomporno little asswipe to worry pompomporno about any more, at least that's the way the Chairman was coming across to me about.
This guy was merciless, though. While he worked her feet with pompomporno one pompomporno hand, he reached under the table and produced a vibrator - some kind pompomporno of pompomporno Euro pompomporno sci-fi number. He switched it on, placed it between her thighs just out of reach of anything fun, and pressed pompomporno her legs together. Max whimpered, and it looked to me like pompomporno she was going to crush that poor pompomporno thing between pompomporno her legs about. He pompomporno was whispering things pompomporno to her now, and I pompomporno could only hear Max answer "no" every so often. Evidently she was still pompomporno putting up a fight.
Chairman Korjdaan and some flunkies were standing in front of me with poker faces on. One of them was a woman pompomporno wearing a lab coat. So they pompomporno do hire girls pompomporno in this place after all.
"In that case," I ventured, "some clothes would be nice. And I don't mean pompomporno some pompomporno slutty rags about for pompomporno some jarhead's jerk fest."
"Huh?" I asked, suddenly feeling clueless.
"Whatever pompomporno, dude," I answered pompomporno lazily, playing it cool. "All that's happened to me so far pompomporno is lots of sex pompomporno. Did you enjoy making me like girls? 'Cause pompomporno I sure didn't about mind." I pompomporno raised my eyebrows at him, upping the ante.
Next thing I knew pompomporno, I was squinting into spotlights. There was music playing. It was a Johnny pompomporno Cash song. And I started singing pompomporno into a microphone. As I made my pompomporno way through the tune (not a pompomporno bad job, if I don't say pompomporno so myself), I got my bearings. I was wearing a cowboy hat and another slutty outfit (groan). Standing pompomporno in front of a pretty pompomporno big crowd, singing karaoke. And I was pretty sure I was drunk.
"Big pompomporno hand for Ms pompomporno. Anzai! Ain't she pompomporno the purdiest lil' thing?" the MC pompomporno gushed in a pale imitation of a Southern accent pompomporno. Apparently I was pompomporno undercover.
"That was so fucking cool." she enthused, then she leaned in and kissed me. Before I could pompomporno answer, she started to yell into my ear over the music pompomporno. "Akiko, listen carefully. You're on a yacht. We're here to neutralize the owner. He pompomporno's a small time weapons pompomporno dealer who pompomporno's been making trouble for pompomporno Min pompomporno Sect. We're posing as a couple of dangerous pompomporno, gun about-toting lesbians - Mayumi Anzai and Zandria Shaftake. We're pompomporno here to pompomporno buy some guns. Remember now?"
"Oooh. I pompomporno think I'm pompomporno gonna spew..." I threatened.
Max pompomporno and I pompomporno were glommed together pompomporno on the couch, my face crammed against the feverish skin of her arm. Milic studied us for a moment, then pompomporno his look pompomporno of concern abruptly disappeared .
Sounding like a drunken teenager, I went through the whole story. The spa. The dragonflies. The pompomporno cock gobbling. Everything. Then Max told her tale. Even in my drugged stupor, I was fascinated to hear her side of things. It sounded like pompomporno she'd been more about turned pompomporno on by pompomporno her ordeal than I thought.
"And what about you, Akiko?"
At pompomporno this point, I was mostly occupied with thoughts of getting laid. I didn't really care who it was with about - Maxi, Anders pompomporno, a chair leg. But in the back of my mind, I knew we were in even bigger trouble than yesterday.
I remember being carried for a long pompomporno time, then having my pompomporno pretty new sundress peeled off. Then there was buzzing pompomporno, and a feeling like I was pompomporno submerged in pompomporno honey. Then nothingness.
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