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Fugitive Hooters: | GeorgeTasker | 6

 

You grab the keys from the managers desk and pull the woman towards the back door. Her shirt is still gaping wide open, her stomach splattered with your cum and your dick is still poking from the front of your pants, also sticky with sperm.

"The car's just outside," you tell her as more bullets slam through the room. As the two of you burst out the rear door you hear a crash at the front of the shop. Whoever was shooting at you has obviously entered the shop.

"Quick!" urges the woman as you unlock the van and both jump inside. You start it up, slam it into reverse and spin the van around, briefly distracted by the woman's open shirt and heaving breasts.

You then slam your foot down on the accelerator and take off in a squeal of tyres, you see a pair of men in black suits burst from the back door just as you drive off.

"Holy fuck!" you swear, "Why the fuck were those men shooting at us?" you ask, driving in a random direction at high speed, eager to put as much distance between you and the gunmen as possible.

"It's a big misunderstanding," replies the woman.

"What the hell does that mean?" you demand, then add, "My boss is gonna kill me!"

"I'll explain later," the woman says, "We have to get off the road and dump this vehicle as soon as possible, they'll be after us."

"Who in the hell are you anyway?" you ask.

"My name's Anna Nicole Smith, I'm a secret agent and I've been set up and framed for a crime I didn't commit. I need your help."

 

On the run from the law? where are you gonna head now?


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