"Enough! We have things to take care of." he stood up, and looked around for the non-existent KGB boogie men before attempting to stuff his painfully erect cock back in his pants. I readjusted my skirt, buttoned my shirt, and followed them. Mog looked back, impressed with me.
His base of operations was fairly similar to Khalfani's. It was an abandoned building, three stories tall. The bottom floor looked like sleeping quarters for his gang. Jabar wouldn't look at me as Mog and I walked up the stairs to the second floor and into a large room, where his control center was. To my surprise, it was fairly well furnished and air conditioned. He waved off the other guard and sat in an antique easy chair before motioning for me to sit on the couch.
I sat down, blushing when I felt my still-wet asshole rub against the fabric of my skirt. He picked up the phone and made a call, grinning at me. A minute later, one of his men entered the room with chilled champagne. This crazy city was full of surprises. We sat, not talking, drinking champagne until finally he stood up, and walked to the window.
"I'd guess that most everyone knows what happened by now. Rumor travels quickly on the streets. So then..." he said, turning to look at me. "What shall you do now? I, like Khalfani, would like to know if I have enemies in my camp." I finished my glass.
"I will ask questions to the people. Nothing too direct. I must gain their trust before they will give up anything. People love to talk, as you have said. They will tell me things to try and gain my favor. Most of it will be lies. I can only report what they tell me to you."
"And what will you tell Khalfani?" he said, moving towards me. He poured two more glasses of champagne. I smiled.
"I will tell him that I have been admitted into your compound and am hoping to find out something useful to him." I said. This was the critical moment. Machete Mog thought for a moment.
"Is that true?" he asked, sipping his drink with a smirk. I looked him right in the face and said,
"Of course it is true. Its what I do." He stood, staring at me for a long time before chuckling and shaking his head. I drank from my glass, my heart thumping. He sighed, and said,
"Were he and I enemies, I might have a different reaction. Very few people know this, but we are allies now. Too bad about Jabar. He knew, but Khalfani had to keep it a secret from the others until we are ready. Our real enemy..." he said, indicating something out the window, "is there." I followed his gaze. He was looking at the World Cup stadium. "They leave us to die so they can host a football game." He shook his head in disgust. This was news that I could report back to the station, finally. "So it's not his men I want to know about. Its the government's."
I let that sink in. I didn't know what these two were planning, but both were soldiers of the urban war that had kept this city locked in mistrust and sometimes outright brutality for decades. I knew Khalfani had a massive stockpile of weapons, and looking at the utter distain on Mog's face made me wonder if he planned on using them on other gangs or something else.
"Okay, Gwen. You are a reporter. You deal in facts, not speculation. You do not know enough to jump to that conclusion." I told myself. "Very well. I must leave now. I shall return when I have something to report." I said, standing. He turned to me, his mind shifting.
"One more question. That thing in the market. Why did you do that?" he asked. I took a deep breath, and let some of the truth come out unexpectedly.
"Part of it was fear of resisting, but part of it is that sometimes I get off on being vulgar and sluttish. I had never done it in public before and it turned me on. I've done many things to get information in this line of work, and getting a good hard fuck from the biggest dick I've seen certainly is preferable to many of them."
Mog grinned, and unbuckled his belt. I held my breath, feeling myself get wet at my admittance and the anticipation of his reaction. My eyes went wide as he pulled his huge, veiny penis out. Incredibly, it was thicker than Jabar's, and at least two inches longer. I shuddered, imagining it hammer into my quivering, tight sex. I bit my lip, and realized I was staring at it. He chuckled and stuffed it back in his fatigues.
I blushed again, and grinned myself. "Perhaps next time if the information I give you pleases you." I said in my husky Russian accent. He nodded, and said something into the radio. A moment later, a guard appeared. I followed him down, and got in the jeep. People stole glances at me as we drove through the wretched streets.
I had him drop me off at the hotel. It had been a long day. When I got to the room, Helmut, my cameraman, was watching TV and smoking pot. "Find anything out?" he asked nonchalantly. I walked passed him and started the bath.
"Yeah. I found some things out." I said, pulling off my clothes. My knees were dirty, my hair a mess. Gun grease was on my thigh. I closed my eyes and thought of the thick black dicks, the eager tongues... |