«Please, Jace! Help find lania — she’s nowhere to be found and it’s already dark! I’m scared she might have done sothing stupid, or even worse, that sothing bad might have happened to her!» Naomi pleads.
I was comfortably stretched out on the couch, masturbating while watching a video of Veronica and , when Naomi called a mont ago, completely panicked over her cousin’s disappearance.
Ever since she ran off from Cordesol at around noon, lania hasn’t co back ho, and Naomi fears she might be trying to return to Philadelphia to reach her boyfriend — though the equally real and disturbing possibilities are that she simply got lost, or worse, that so maniac might have taken far too much interest in her already far-too-developed body.
The authorities have obviously already been notified, but any help with the search is valuable. That’s why Naomi didn’t hesitate to contact , and I accepted imdiately.
Oh, by the way, about the video I was watching... it dates back to about two years ago.
We were on vacation in a luxury overwater bungalow in the Maldives when I had the brilliant idea of suggesting to Veronica that we record our performance and make a full-fledged porn video worthy of the best studios, complete with shots from multiple angles and fucking in every imaginable position, just to make the final result more multifaceted.
«That way, when you’re far from ho, it’ll be like I’m still with you every ti I feel lonely.»
That was the justification I gave for my bizarre request, and she agreed imdiately — half amused, half excited by the idea that one day I might jerk off watching a video of us fucking.
The footage is carefully stored on a DVD, and once we even watched it together from start to finish — what could be more romantic than that?
Even so, I have to admit that by now I know every single fra and every moan of that video by heart, so I’d say it’s ti to shoot a sequel worthy of an Oscar.
Getting back to the disappearance of that party-pooper lania, my task is to scour the outskirts of New York. If she’s still here, she can’t have gone too far — for a twelve-year-old girl it would still be impossible to just hop on a plane on her own.
Strangely enough, there’s still no sign of Kimberly. Could it be that she’s finally realized that, deep down, I’m a good guy and that there’s no need to tail twenty-four seven? Now that I think about it, the last thing she told was, «For a while I’ll have a really important commitnt and I won’t be able to keep an eye on you — so don’t you dare betray the trust I’m placing in you,» which makes think it wasn’t just an excuse and that she really is going to disappear for a bit. Who knows what kind of super-urgent business must have caught her so suddenly — or maybe it’s just a way to test and she’s still watching , only in secret? Knowing her, anything’s possible, so I’d better not make any wrong moves.
In her place, however, soone else has decided to spend the evening glued to my ass.
Alex Serghal — the dark emissary and right-hand man of John Hardley. I’ve heard a lot about him, but this is the first ti I’ve seen him in person. And I have to say, he’s really... strange. He looks only a handful of years older than , and the absurd thing is that I can’t tell whether he’s a man or a woman.
His hair is a mass of blond curls that fall softly to his shoulders, and the delicate features of his angelic face seem more feminine, yet his voice leans slightly toward the masculine. As if that weren’t enough to confuse , beneath his long black coat his physique is clearly slender and slightly rounded at the hips, like a woman’s, and yet his chest looks completely flat.
And since Alex is both a male and a female na... what the fuck am I supposed to think? Still, looking at him more closely, he gives the faint impression of being more man than woman, so I’ll treat him as one hundred percent male to avoid any unpleasant surprises.
I doubt it was a coincidence that we ran into each other less than twenty minutes after I left the house, but whatever the reason for his appearance, it looks like he has no intention of letting go of .
Why can’t I ever get a mont of peace? At this point I’d much rather have Kimberly’s company!
«John’s villa isn’t that way,» Alex murmurs, in his usual sugary voice — decidedly too sweet for soone who’s at least a couple of years older than .
«I know,» I reply coldly, continuing to walk at a brisk pace without even sparing him a glance.
«Then where are you going? I hope you’re not hunting humans — it’s dangerous for a weak vampire like you, with all the Monster Slayers combing the streets of New York,» he mocks .
I’m about to snap back with sothing like «that’s none of your fucking business,» when a brilliant idea suddenly flashes through my mind.
«I’m looking for a twelve-year-old girl — don’t get any weird ideas, she’s the cousin of a friend of mine. She might have gotten lost sowhere in New York, so make yourself useful and help find her.»
Asking for help from soone like him probably isn’t the smartest choice in the world, but honestly, I don’t feel like spending the whole night looking for a rude girl who, as far as I’m concerned, could even disappear forever. I’m only doing this to spare Naomi and Britney any more pain.
«And why should I help you, when you’ve always refused to cooperate with us?» Alex shoots back.
«Because I’m asking you.»
In response, Alex bursts out laughing, doubling over.
«I like you, Jace Lance. Seriously, you’re really hilarious. Let’s make a deal, shall we? I’ll help you look for that girl — and believe , with all my connections in New York, if she really is here I could find her in a matter of minutes. And you...»
A shiver of disgust runs through from head to toe as his hand gently cos to rest on my chest and his voice grows even sweeter and warr.
He doesn’t add anything else, but he doesn’t need to — the ssage is crystal clear.
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