Chapter 282: Chapter 282

Chapter 282

~Can’t stop sniffing through~

The oldie drove straight to a five-star hotel located in the heart of California. Quickly he tucked away in his suite unwrapped a pack of the drugs poured it on a tray and started sniffing impatiently.

The urge for intake of drugs had been disturbing him and he couldn’t wait to have a dose of a fresh one just to quench his urge. It was awesome. He shut his eyes, tossed his head this way and that way and smiled like a playful baby. The drugs he just sniffed was sorting out his worries; his pains; his anxieties; his mind was out of this world; somewhere in a crowd of immortals; nothing had felt better.

He smiled, laughed, brought his nose to the drugs on the table sniffed, dragged his head backward and smiled like no other. He couldn’t wait t thank Lucy for supplying him the best of drugs ; ever since he directed his patronage to Lucy, he had been getting not just the freshest of drugs but top notch too. Excited, he picked up his phone and sent Lucy an appreciative text message which said.

GOOD DRUGS, CAN’T STOP SNIFFING THROUGH

He staggered to the drugs which lay by the corner and snatched a pack, since he had exhausted the one on the ash tray. It dawned on him that the whore, Virgen he requested for was yet to come and he argued if Lucy had informed her he needed her hot thighs. The last time she handle him, he was walking through fire and not getting burnt.

Talk of the devil! Just as he was thinking about Virgen he heard a knock on the door. And when he ignored it a little longer the knocking came again.

“Who the fuck is that?” he barked midway sniffing the fresh drugs he just emptied on the tray. He rubbed his nostrils and sneezed repeatedly. “Oh fuck. This is good. Lucy I can’t thank you enough for supplying this shit.”

A sniff. And he rubbed his nose and tossed his head.

The knock came yet again, this time more intense and attentive.

“Who the fuck is at my door? Hold on I am coming!” he sounded, rubbed his nose and sniffed yet further before staggering to the door and yanked it open.

The pretty dashing face with a heavy make-over flashed into the eyes and he chuckled.

Virgen was around

“You came right on time,” the oldie echoed, brought his face to hers and they rubbed cheeks. “You are welcome, my one and only Virgen,” he said, gave way for her to walk in and rolled his eyes to welcome the drugs that just hit his head. He was high and out of this world now. He swirled and started staggering to Virgen.

“What took you so long to bring your ass to this place, Virgen?” he queried, blushed at her and curled up a frown just to inform her that he was angry.

Virgen was stripping at the time. She was done stripping except for her G-string which still gummed firmly on her portable round buttocks. She caught hold of the drugs on the table and developed interests in it. She was good at sniffing drugs too but for the sake of the tedious sex session she was about to engage the oldie. In order to fight back the urge, , she opted for a stick of cigar instead . The lighter sparked under the cigar and she started of a hissing sound, smoking with great appetite.

The oldie spanked her buttocks one he drifted to her backside.

“Get your pretty as over to the bed and show me what London bridge is made of,” he sounded humorously.

He stripped and tossed his shirt to the corner of the room, staggered to the remnant of the drugs on the ash tray and sniffed so heavily at it that the entire room started hovering as would a merry go round, before his eyes.

“Oh hmmm, Lucy is a bad ass drugs dealer,” he said , blushed at Virgen and lay in the bed, before gesturing at her, “come over here Virgen. I am high and hot for you now. Move it, Virgen, drugs go well with nice fuck,” he said smiling at Virgen who drew her last smoke from the cigar , quenched it in the ash tray and drifted to the oldie.

As soon as she mounted him , she peered to his face, and puffed the smoke into his face.

“Oh damn. This is absolutely stereotyped,” the oldie sounded and pulled up to her, kissed her and gripped her bust.

Virgen pushed him backwards and her face peered to stamp a kiss on his thick lips. The oldie sucked on her lips, squeezed her buttocks and slid his fingers beneath her G-string. It was too late. He couldn’t go beyond that…

Suddenly his heartbeat increased beyond repair; his body convulsed hugely. Virgen pulled back and thought it was pleasure but no; the oldie was dying. She never hesitated to make a move until the oldie’s eyes rolled inwards and his mouth frothed with blood.

She flinched.

“Oh my God! What is happening!” she exclaimed yet covered her mouth with her hands, and felt helpless to do just anything to assist the dying man.

Like the rush of water being pumped out form water, a flood of blood gushed out from the mouth of the oldie and splashed onto Virgen and she sprang to the wall.

“Oh my God! Oh my God! Someone help, please! Someone help!” she exclaimed at the top of her voice , pacing up and down the room , stroking her hair confusedly and lost in web of shock and fear.

Quickly she pulled to the oldie, held him on the face, tapped it gently, once she noticed his eyes balls were nowhere around his eye socket.

She was dead-struck, and she brought her ears to his fragile chest to perceive his heart beat had failed and weakened . The oldie jerked powerfully once more and gave one last throw up of blood, which Virgen , dodged and it splashed on the floor. It was too late. All hope was lost! The oldie jerked repeatedly, stiffened his body, eyeballs sank into his skull and he relaxed gently and gave up, with his tongue stuck out by his lips.

“Oh my goose!” she drifted to him, held his face tapped on his cheek s and felt how cold he was . Upon putting her ears on his chest, she couldn’t hear anything that sounded like heartbeats. She gripped his wrist, to check his pulse and there was no sign of life.

The oldie had died…

Virgen grabbed her bag, squeezed into her dress and fled …

Betrayal and war ahead…