Sudden death

The "Good Night, Cinderella" scam has already gone wrong a few times: either the victim, for some reason, did not drink the prepared drink, or the citizen had no money and was only pretending to have it, because of the hotel's daily rate and his expenses being paid by his employer. These were guys who lived off appearances showing off Rolexes and jewelry as fake as thirty-dollar bills. In addition to managing some financial setbacks, on one occasion an attentive and ruthless individual caught the girl when she tried to insert the bagel into his drink. On this occasion she acted alone and was at the mercy of the man's violent reaction. She just didn't get all busted up and arrested because she managed to escape from her room running naked through the hotel corridors and was stopped by a security guard near the pool area. <unk> Hey, what's up! <unk> You can't swim naked <unk> said the authoritarian man in the suit. The professional had to use her theatrical gifts and power of seduction to convince the Cuban fortune to help her. <unk> Save my life, for God's sake, young man! <unk> the deputy's wife caught me in bed with him, I was lucky to leave the room still alive <unk> please help me! The man thought that story strange, he also thought it best not to engage in marital affairs. Besides, his libido rose with the contact of the young and naked body nestled to his. He did not think of the consequences by taking the girl to the safety room. The girl knew how to thank for the help by using her body as a bargaining chip and providing the security guard with a quarter of an hour of intimate caresses and sexual pleasures. After the minutes of fun and satisfaction, he stole a maid's uniform so that the girl could safely leave the building. However, the strategy was not perfect and it was not always possible for the participation of waiters and bartenders from hotels and nightclubs in the tricks applied. Sometimes it was up to her to add the cocktail to the drink, thus increasing the risk of the guy realizing the coup. Still, the girl successfully completed most of the attempts and disappeared without leaving a trace. When the victim woke up and realized the lack of their belongings, it was rare to seek the police to register a complaint, because the ingested substance caused amnesia in many of them, preventing the person from remembering or being sure of everything that occurred. Natasha was just one of the many aliases used in her scams, and she practiced them not only for money. The cunning girl loved the illegal and breaking rules: "The excitement of moments of tension is better than orgasms", she said. Although the danger was constant, the problems and setbacks were infrequent, and the profits made up for the risks and some possible failures. ♪ ♪ The concierge of a renowned hotel frequently requested my services, we had a partnership. He called my cell phone and offered an unrebutted job to be done that day; I could keep all the profit from the heist, on the condition that I get two specific items for him. Complicity with a well-connected partner in both formal and alternative trade made it easier to find potential targets, namely men with money looking for sexual pleasure and who were seemingly harmless. I still had a few hours to prepare my new disguise after receiving the information about that job. The variety of places chosen for the plot and the time spent creating a different face every day was crucial to not being recognized. The transformation began with a bold and super-charged makeup, a wig, or even hair dye, false eyelashes and contact lenses with different colors. In addition to producing a different face and a new identity, my clothes were intentionally provocative with the intention of drawing attention to the other parts of my body and not my face. Later, at the hotel where we were going to do the job, I was in a quick meeting with the concierge and an acquaintance of his, to whom I was introduced at that moment. The forty-year-old in black was the last to speak, but when the serious, cold-looking fellow began to speak, it was clear who was going to give the orders from then on. My job was to sexually entertain, put her to sleep, take the money and other belongings of a financially privileged person as I always did, but this time I would also have to take from the victim a parking ticket and the key to a car with the remote control of the alarm, the two most important items, only if I was successful could I keep the other values gained in the robbery. The accomplices did not inform Julinha <unk> was the name used by her in that coup <unk> that that service was something big and out of the standards of her usual performance, involved people of rank and power. Nor was the possibility of her death ruled out. As far as she knew, it would be a normal coup and would yield a few few thousand reais. I was directed by the guys to play the role of a young student, because the businessman was known for his preference for this type of escort. I even brought a characteristic uniform composed of a chess miniskirt and a white shirt. I wore moments before I did a Maria Chiquinha hairstyle and went to the fight. I rang the doorbell, and the man immediately opened the door and examined me from top to bottom. <unk> You look very young, are you really 18? <unk> The expression on your face was that of someone waiting for confirmation. I nodded my head to indicate yes, and showed a fake school ID, of course. I had already been informed about the criminal record of the scoundrel, I was the target of a sexual conduct investigation and I needed to control my instincts by not getting involved in forbidden relationships. The guy closed the door and started his little fantasy game. Tell the truth, how many dwarfs does the angel have? I whispered an age in his ear, which I'm sure the bastard would like to hear. Liar, bitch, come here on my lap, you deserve a spanking! He laid me on his stomach on his legs, lifted my skirt and slapped my butt. Not exaggerated, I even liked it. Then he pulled my underwear until it passed over my feet, smoothed my butt affectionately giving a few kisses. But suddenly his attitude became aggressive and even looked like another man, gave me a couple of angry slaps while cursing me calling me a little bitch. He threw me brutally on the bed and started removing the belt from his pants. I thought he was going to attack me, I immediately thought about taking something to hit the face of that imbecile, fuck the money and the work. I heard the doorbell ring, one, two, three rings in a row, he let go of his belt and with a frown on his face answered the door, it was the concierge, brought a tray with two margaritas and cold appetizers. "It's courtesy of the house", he explained. The man didn't open the door, picked up the tray, thanked me grumpily and closed the door. After placing it on a table, he offered me one of the drinks. I invented a problem with my liver and the impossibility of ingesting alcohol. He sipped the contents of a glass at once. Then he judged me in an endless anal with his stupidly thick penis that made me cry. Even with the aggravation of punching his thick fingers in my boob... Putz! Why did I get into this situation? I thought and hated myself. During the bestial intercourse, my executioner boasted of "owning" younger girls, but they didn't cry as much as I did. "That perverted scrotum may just take pleasure in abusing those who can't defend themselves", I thought angrily. Eventually, he reached an orgasm after damaging my anus, and happily began to demonstrate the effect of the ingredient in his drink, so I continued to fulfill my role in an unpretentious way and began to extract the necessary information. The man looked excited, for he had hardly recovered his breath from the first trance, turned the second drink down his throat and came at me in a father and mother... which didn't last long. The guy faded away on me after giving a few bangs and a long moan. But he didn't even reach orgasm, his business was still hard and buried in my bowels. I fought a whole round with the inert body of the crown, it was hard to get out from under that thing. Only then did I get my certainty of suspicion... I jumped out of bed and screamed. I thought, "Fuck this shit". I had to warn my partners and get out of there fast. As I put on my clothes, I said to myself, Was it me or the second margarita with the mess that was too much for his heart? Keep going.