Extradition: Part One

DEA agents busted into that cartel shithole and pulled out Kat Dior, butt naked and shackled open on the cold floor. Her cunt stared back at anyone who walked by. Agent Vandella leaned over, asking hard questions about the senator’s daughter supposed to be rotting somewhere inside. Kat talked. She used to hustle at La Bolas in Mexico City, turning tricks to keep the rent paid after her husband OD’d. One night La Luna Star showed up with her right hand, a hard-faced bitch named Tori, who told Kat she had a special date and if she said no her people would bleed for it. Next afternoon a blacked-out ride scooped her and another girl, Adriana Sephora, and hauled them out to La Luna’s mountain fortress. Tori shoved them inside, told them to strip, warned them La Luna liked tits bigger than her ego. Upstairs a gun went off. Screams died with the shot. Kat and Adriana stood there shaking, bare-ass naked on the leather couch. Then La Luna strolled down: twenty-something, platinum hair, tits that belonged in a museum. Smoking jacket open, pearl string between the cheeks. She shrugged out of the silk, tossed the string on the marble, pointed at her nipples. “Suck.” Kat took the left, Adriana the right. La Luna sat, spread wide, and guided Adriana’s mouth to her cunt. Ass in Kat’s face, she hissed at her to taste deep. She flipped into sixty-nine, tonguing Adriana while Kat’s tongue drilled her asshole. Then she bent over, pushed Adriana behind her, ate Kat hard until Kat came loud in her mouth. The three of them ended up rubbing slit on slit, hips slamming, sweat flying. Kat sat in La Luna’s lap and they scissored wild; Kat shouted when she came again. La Luna told them both to finish her off. Four fingers from both girls pounded until the cartel queen clamped down, came, teeth bared. She turned Kat on Adriana, made Kat’s tongue whip her clit. Before she finished, one of La Luna’s lieutenants came in, whispered something urgent. Tori hustled Adriana and La Luna out of the room. Kat stayed naked, locked in silence. After dark she slipped outside looking for a toilet, heart hammering, and that’s when she saw the real trouble waiting.