A spy

~ Peter ~

Sitting at the VIP section in a club, a stripper was stuck to Emin’s arm continuously trying to get his attention by touching his inner thighs.

I took a sip of wine looking at this atmosphere thickly filled with the smell of cologne and alcohol and the drunk people dancing, kissing and grinding against each other.

A stripper barely wearing anything with her hair dyed red walked into our VIP room in a seductive way.

I looked at her from the corner of the eye.

A smirk formed on my face as she approached me sitting on my lap grinding herself on me.

She locked her eyes with me!

At that moment, I knew, but I didn't say anything.

Another spy.

I grabbed her hair making her kneel on the floor.

She took the hint, smirking, as she opened my belt.

I looked at Emin and he smiled as he continued to kiss the other stripper lips.

She took out my cock immediately, taking it inside her mouth.

She began to bob her head back and forth sliding my dick in and out.

I tangled her hair in a fist slamming my cock deep inside her throat making her gag.

She tried to move her head back to catch her breath but I pushed her back on my member practically choking her.

"Look at me you filthy slut", I commanded.

She opened her eyes trying her best not to get choked.

Her eyes were watery.

"Ah! Look at you! What a pitiful ending you are about to experience", I slapped her cheek harshly.

She instantly knew she had been caught and tried to push away but I tightened my grip fucking her face finally cuming in her mouth.

I pulled her up looking into her eyes.

"You already know what's coming B!tch", I sneered, placing my pistol on her temple.

"No please sir. Please spare me sir!", she joined her both hands in front of me.

I smirked, throwing her on the ground while putting the pistol on her forehead.

She was still begging.

"You should have thought about that before spying slut".

With that I shot her.

She was dead!

With her eyes wide open.

Manuel smirked, kissing the other stripper who was now shaking badly keeping her eyes closed.

Absolutely terrified.

I smirked.

I zipped my pants up as my men entered.

"Clean this up", I commanded as they took the body out.

"Go and forget this ever happened", Emin whispered in the stripper's ear as she nodded and ran out from the room.

"They sent an almost naked woman this time". Emin said casually, while drinking alcohol.

"Ah! I feel bad for them now. Such an old technique", I said.

Just then my guard appeared.

"Sir, Your dad has arrived and he demands you to go meet him"

Emin looked at me puzzled.

He knew my dad hardly acknowledged my existence.

After all, I wasn't his biological son.

"What's going on?"

I smiled.

"I will let you know soon buddy", I stood up walking outside with my bodyguard.