Staring at the huge pecker peeking through the hole you're starting to realize you've just made a mistake – this man can't be the informant.
Yet you find yourself fighting the urge to take that dick into your mouth anyway. But after a few moments you get up and turn the man down.
"Uhm, I'm sorry sir, but there have been a misunderstanding", you say before quickly scampering out of the booth.
You hear the man brawling behind you.
"No, get back here! Get back here, you fucking whore!!" he shouts and you hope he doesn't draw unnecessary attention to you.
You slip down the corridor and back into the main room again. Where could this man be? Probably one one the patrons, but which one?
You suddenly spot some very well-built men in dark suits placed in different places of the salong. Looks like they are searching the venue, scanning the room and there's something about them that makes you feel very uneasy. Facial tattoos and suits is always a big warning sign, you think to yourself as you try to crouch in a dark corner.
How the hell are you going to find your contact with these guys around? Who are they? |