Contract Hit Man 6 - Sex Stories

Contract Hit Man 6

... would you like to pay?” “I don’t use credit cards. I send you a money order by a personal messenger. I used this method the last time I used your services.” “Now I remember you paying that way last time. It’ll not be a problem and have a great time at the Excalibur.” * * * Friday night was incredible. All five cars were easily located because they were parked next to each other. Bruno must have requested a special service. He’d arrived early to hide his clothes for the evening. I waited in disguise in the rear of the garage. At 9:30 Dale received the call about the cars location. I hurried to where the cars were parked and quickly disabled the locks. The cars were jumped and ready to go. I called Al, and he with Johnny and Jimmy, all who were disguised created a ruckus that involved the valets. During the brawl, the five care were slowly driven out of the garage and passed the melee and to the chop shops to which each was assigned. As soon as the cars were past, Al and his guys ran from the rumpus before the police arrived. I watched as another caper was pulled off without a hitch. Then, I rushed to my hidden clothes and changed into a blue serge suit, a pink shirt, and a tie that matched my clothing. I arrived at the entrance to Excalibur as the police got there. Watching the scene of the cops and valets with amusement, I waited for Lucy to appear. Within a few minutes, I saw her getting out of a Yellow Cab. She was wearing a form-fitting black dress designed to show off ...

... her body. I meet her halfway, took her into my arms, and gave her a passionate kiss. My eyes opened wide as the feelings of desire swept through my body. I broke off the kiss and whispered into her ear, “Play it cool because I don’t have a definite plan yet.” She took my arm and entered the club. After it was clarified we had reservations, we were led to their table by a scantily dressed young lady. “Dale thanks for the kiss it was wonderful.” “I thought it was nice too. I’m not sure what I’m or we’re going to be doing. I need to speak with someone at a private party on the third floor, but it would not be good for me to go up there.” “Who’s up there that you’re interested in?” “Gloria Rossi, her husband’s part of the Bucci Outfit.” “Oh, that’s good because I’ve worked for them on several occasions. Would you like me to go up there and see if I can speak with her?” “That would be great. Take this card and if you can give it to her. If not it’s alright.” I gave her a card and I watched her waltz toward the elevators. Damn, she has one fine shape. About thirty minutes later Lucy stepped off the elevator and walked to me with a big smile on her face. She sat, leaned over and whispered into my ear, “She took the card and told me she would call. Are you happy with me?” In more ways than one. Let’s dance and if you willing I’d like to take you back to my hotel. Lucy smiled as though it was Christmas morning. “I have a better idea let’s skip the dancing. I’ve wanted you since the last ...