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She parks in front of a security booth. —"ID, please."— the attendant asks, prompting Gladys to search her old wallet before handing over her ID. —"I want a room."—
After checking its validity, the attendant types a few commands into his computer and asks. — "How long. ?"—
—"What's the cost.?"— Gladys asks when she gets her ID back.
—"Ten dollars an hour."— the attendant replies, giving me a brief but meaningful look.
Gladys pretends to pull out a twenty-dollar bill, but I immediately ask, —"Do you accept transfers.?"— The attendant nods and points to a QR code on the window. —"Scan it and enter the hours you'll be occupying the room."— I nod and scan the QR code, entering four hours.
The attendant smiles with a grimace, as he looks at the message with the amount and hands over a ticket.
Gladys takes the ticket without much enthusiasm, along with the room key.
It wasn't until the car had moved a few meters that my cousin Gladys muttered under her breath. —"Great, now we'll have a record."— Obviously confused, I looked at Gladys for an explanation.
She cleared her throat and said, while searching for the room number. —"In places like this, it's much better to pay in cash. The guy who works there will probably keep the money, so he'll forget to write a receipt unless you ask for one, but even then, it's not guaranteed he'll give it to you, since he can make up a thousand excuses."— I was amazed by her explanation.
I immediately asked Gladys the question that had been on my mind: —"Have you been here before.?"— She shook her head several times. —"Not here, but Dad has worked in places like this, and my second boyfriend used to take me once or twice a month."—
—"Wow, really. ?"— I replied, somewhat astonished.
—"Of course"— Gladys nods, and perhaps it's the sweets or her excessive trust in me, but she immediately adds: —"Uncle Artur, your brother, and even your father have sent me messages inviting me to these kinds of places."— I just stood there, speechless, but my cousin Gladys continues. —"But they're not the only ones; some friends, acquaintances, and teachers are in the same boat."—
Then Gladys drops the bombshell:
—"If you don't show up, believe me, next weekend I'll be looking for a good candidate."— With her looks, but especially with her face, Gladys won't take long to find a candidate.
A typical pretty face of a well-mannered.
—"So what's your plan.?"— She asks me, as she parks in front of room number 7.
This was something I hadn't thought about beforehand, so I just shrug and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. —"Recover my investment, maybe."— I tell Gladys. She just gives me a small smile in response before popping the next candy into her mouth.
The number above her head reaches 100 for a few seconds before settling into a permanent 99. I also receive the following message from the system:
[Additional stat point to assign: 01]
The message was accurate, as it does come with an additional point, but this was the perfect opportunity to check other things related to the system.
As I get out of the BMW Z-4, Gladys immediately presses herself against my side and asks. —"Okay, cousin Dave, what are we going to do now.?"— In response, I grab her waist and place my other hand on her chest.
The softness of her skin is palpable to the touch, and my fingers sink in, distorting the contours of her chest.
—"Hey."— Gladys complains, but she doesn't move away, much less remove my hand. She simply tries to walk the remaining meters.
It's difficult walking arm in arm from the car to the bedroom door, while I'm exploring her body and she just laughs heartily.
After opening the door, Gladys goes in first, while I close it and leave the key in the lock. Gladys immediately takes off her shirt a few steps from the bed and sits on the edge to take off her sneakers.
—"You're not obligated to do this."— I say aloud, out of formality, for two important reasons.
The first is in case this room has those infamous hidden video cameras so common in these kinds of places.
The second, and most important, is that I don't want any kind of criminal complaint, whether it be coercion, manipulation, or any of its legal variations.
Believe me, the last thing I need is to go to prison because of a misunderstanding.
After taking off her pants, and still sitting on the edge of the bed, Gladys is already in her underwear and starts laughing even louder. —"Come and show me what you've got."— she says, wetting her lips and gesturing for me to come closer.
I stand in front of her.
Gladys grabs, unbuttons, and pulls down my pants along with my underwear.
Suddenly, my penis springs out and is just inches from hitting her chin.
—"Damn bro"— Gladys curses loudly and jumps back, but seconds later she adds. —"Holy cow, Dave, it's big."— Followed by her iconic whistle before she grabs the shaft with both hands.
—"Damn, Dave."— she curses again, while moving her hands along the shaft until she gets a full erection.
—"Okay, let's begin."— With that, Gladys opened her mouth and tilted her face forward enough to take the head of the shaft between her lips. She ran the tip of her tongue in circles along it before swallowing a quarter of it.
Gladys's head moved back and forth a couple of times, leaving a thin layer of saliva all over the shaft.
Then she took the shaft out of her mouth and loosened her grip. Gladys stood up and turned around, getting on all fours on the bed. —"Come on, I have to go show off my new car to my friends."— After that comment, the girl smiled like a child with a new toy.
—"And what will you tell them if someone asks you how you got it. ?"— I asked my cousin Gladys as I finished taking off my pants and shirt.
—"The truth is, my cousin gave it to me."—With that, Gladys smiles and lifts her rear end, while lowering her upper body.
—"By the way, cousin Gladys, you should give your friends some candy."—I casually comment, to which my cousin nods, before guiding the tip of the shaft toward her pot of honey.
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Two hours later, we both left the hotel with our hair still wet and smelling of fruit shampoo. I had earned another 16,000 coins from the system.
—"Okay, what's next?"—Gladys asks me, while continuing to rub her rear end.
—"Wait a moment."—I say, gesturing with my hand, and take out my smartphone to make a call.
—"Was it necessary to put it in my rear end.?"—Gladys asks me.
Seconds later, the call connects and Ayumi's voice answers: —"Right now, we only have the Porsche 911."—
I immediately reply, ignoring Gladys's question: —"That car will be fine. I'll deposit the full amount in a few minutes."—
—"I'll start the process and all the additional paperwork."— the saleswoman responds.
Gladys looks at her BMW Z4 in the lot, and a huge smile spreads across her face, all her aches and pains vanishing as if by magic. —"You have from today until the end of the month. You're free to call whenever you like, but gas and any additional expenses are your responsibility."—
—"When can I pick up the car.?"— Ayumi asks into the phone, extending her hand toward my cousin Gladys and moving the receiver away. —"We have a deal."—
Leaving my cousin aside, I listen to what the saleswoman has to say. —"Whenever you want, just remember our office hours are from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., and if you want to pick up the car outside of those hours, just let me know in advance, and I'll personally wait for you."— Ayumi replied.
—"No need, how about I pick up the car right now.?"— Upon hearing my words, Gladys immediately began to shake her head, while gesturing through gritted teeth, "No, not today, better tomorrow, tomorrow, go tomorrow, we need to talk a little more."
I partially covered the phone's speaker. — "Fine, but today you'll be my personal driver."— To which Gladys nodded without a second's hesitation.
Even if this means this girl's ass is going to get screwed again.
—"Miss Ayumi, I'm thinking of picking up the car tomorrow."— Upon hearing the confirmation, Gladys jumped for joy, her face beaming with victory. "Yes!"
After the call ended, Gladys immediately jumped into the passenger seat, shouting to me. —"Come on, come on, don't just stand there.!"— With just one glance, I could see the excitement in my cousin Gladys's eyes from a mile away.
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A few meters away from Ayumi were another pair of vendors named Delia and Rita, who were getting ready to leave for their lunch break.
"Who was that?" Rita asked, more than a little curious...
—"A customer who was asking me to confirm some prices."— Ayumi replied with a smile, while she looked for the necessary paperwork.
—"To me, it sounds like your future suitor. You know, the dealership has three phone lines, and he's calling you of all people."— Delia commented with a half-smile.
—"He's just a customer."— Ayumi replied, shaking her head as she tried to get on with her own business.
—"I thought it was that guy, looking for his next victim."— Rita commented, and before Ayumi could respond, they were interrupted by two women entering the dealership.
—"Excuse me."— Elena said after entering and looking at the three saleswomen.
Before the newcomer could say anything else, Delia interrupted her mid-sentence. —"I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm truly sorry, but my lunch break has started and the restaurant reservation is confirmed. If you'd like to wait until I return, I'd be happy to help you."—
Olivia glared at the saleswoman with the name Delia on her name tag, but before her lips could part to express her displeasure, Ayumi stepped forward. —"Don't worry, ma'am, I'd be happy to help you."— With that, the girl gestured down the aisle as her two colleagues left.
Once the three women were alone, Ayumi asked. —"You're here for the Mustang Shelby. ?"— The two women exchanged astonished glances.
—"How...? How did you know.?"— Olivia asked, ignoring her sister Elena's excitement.
—"Oh, that..."— Ayumi replied, and then added... —"It's nothing special. A couple of hours ago, a couple of guys came in, and one of them asked me about a couple of cars, including the Mustang Shelby."—
Before the saleswoman could continue her story, Elena interrupted her. —"Dave was here. Wow, I wasn't expecting that..."—
Ayumi just nodded with a smile on her lips. She didn't deny it, but she didn't confirm it either. (So that guy's name is Dave.) Ayumi thought to herself, while noticing the striking resemblance between Olivia and the girl who was with Dave. Now, just by looking at this woman's backside, Ayumi understood why Dave was with her daughter.
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Thirty minutes later, not seeing the Mustang Shelby on display, Delia rushed into the dealership and asked. —"Where...? Where... Where is she...?"—
—"Where is who...?" one of the employees replied.
—"Ayumi and her clients...?"—
—"Oh, Ayumi's already in her office."— the employee responded.
Delia simply turned around and ran to Ayumi's office, her sales partner.
When the woman reached the front of the desk, she asked, annoyed, —"Where is she...?"—
—"Where is who...? What are you talking about.?"— Ayumi asked, somewhat confused.
—"Who else, those women.?"— Delia asked, even more angry, but her voice stopped for a few seconds as she looked at the photo of the Shelby Mustang on the desk. —"No, no, no, tell me you didn't sell the car to that damn witch."—
With a smile on her lips, nodded, puffing out her chest. "Actually, she just came out that door." Ayumi pointed toward the parking lot.
Without another word, Delia attacked her coworker, hitting her.
Although taken by surprise, Ayumi managed to defend herself. Two security guards had to come and separate the two women, and after an explanation, they had to escort Delia out of the dealership.
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—"Hi, honey, how are you.?"— Olivia asked her husband after connecting their call.
Eduard was resting in the mechanic's office and answered. —"A little busy. What did you need.?"—
—"It turns out Dave gave his mother a car and..."— Olivia began, but was interrupted mid-story.
—"No, no, no, don't even think about it, woman. I'm not going back. It's a two-hour round trip, and besides, it'll take up the whole day. You know I have to work; the bills don't pay themselves."—
—"I know, I know, honey. That's why Elena left $500 in the glove compartment. She also transferred $5,000 for the car's maintenance."—
Mr. Eduard nodded. —"Okay, you've got me. I'll go get her car."— Her husband replied immediately.
That car was a real gem. His sister-in-law drove it two or three times a week, and she changed the oil every 10,000 kilometers. The engine was immaculate, so all she had to do was change the oil.
It was easy money.
—"By the way, she'll deliver the car to you herself in a couple of days. Please feign surprise, and remember, I didn't tell you anything." — With that, Olivia waited a few seconds until Eduard's shouts were heard outside the mechanic's shop.
—"I don't know what the hell that guy is doing, but buying two cars in one day! First Gladys, and now her mother, Elena."— Eduard commented with concern.
—"Well, honey, I'll let you go. I have to help Elena."— With that, Eduard said goodbye, and Olivia hung up under the intense gaze of her sister, Elena, who was driving her new car. —"Why did you say that to him.?"—
Before answering, a faint smile bloomed on Olivia's lips. With that, her husband was out of the picture, and perhaps she'd see him back home in two or three days, if she was lucky.
—"Didn't you tell me you were getting rid of your old car,?"— Olivia replied, to which Elena simply nodded, and her sister, Olivia, continued. —"Let's celebrate by going shopping and then to your house."—
Elena immediately nodded again, but at that moment she remembered something and asked. —"What about Dave? Don't you plan on being absent when the boy comes to your house.?"—
Olivia smiled in response to Elena's question and thought to herself. (Of course I'll be home, but you won't. Just don't blame me, sister, because I also have some bills to pay, and if I happen to get a new car for letting Dave sleep with me, this time, just, just don't blame me, sister.)
While Olivia stares out the window, she picks up her cell phone again and dials one of her daughter's friends. —"Karla, it's Gladys's mom. No, it's nothing bad, quite the opposite. Guess what... but remember, I didn't tell you anything..."— With that, her daughter will be busy with her friends for the rest of the afternoon.
Now all of Olivia's preparations are complete, and her house is free until tomorrow afternoon. All that's left is for her nephew Dave to agree, and then everyone will be happy.
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The BMW Z4 parked in front of the Hunters Association building, and even before Dave got out, one of the guards approached and tapped on the car window. —"Sorry, kid, you can't park here. There's a parking lot about three blocks away."—
—"Okay."— Dave replied, restarting the car and heading out to find the parking lot. Just then, Gladys's cell phone started ringing. —"Oh, it's my friend Karla."—
—"Why don't you take the car while I get some information.? I'll meet you here in about thirty minutes."— Gladys immediately agreed and moved to the driver's seat, leaving Dave behind.
It didn't take long for the young man to approach one of the guards and ask a series of questions..
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