yellow execution

Author: asslicker
Word count: 14708
(1)
Government cars are comfortable. The same Audi A9 not only has more space and more comfortable seats, but even the air-conditioning is much stronger than civilian cars. As a reporter of a third-rate newspaper, I can enjoy such standard treatment, of course not because of how good I am, but because a senior government official wants to summon me. As for who the high-ranking official is, although the person who took me didn’t mention a word, it’s not difficult to guess. There is only one government official who has had in-depth contact with me, and that is Wang Jiani, the current Deputy Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee. Four years ago, I watched her execute a criminal with my own eyes, and recorded the whole process and the great significance behind the execution. She used this as a stepping stone to successfully enter the compound of the municipal party committee, and climbed all the way up with her outstanding ability. So it wouldn’t surprise me at all if she wanted to say thank you and ask me to catch up. But unfortunately, I guessed wrong.
The car stopped at the entrance of the Hilton Hotel, and two strong men in black took me into the VIP elevator to the presidential suite on the top floor. Also standing in front of the porch of the suite were two strong men in black. They whispered a few words into the headset and then opened the door and beckoned me to go in.
The luxury of the room is far beyond my imagination. There are not many furniture, but each piece is exquisite. A noble gleam shines on all glassware. Walking through the living room and the terrace with the swimming pool, no one was found. It wasn’t until he approached the bedroom that he barely heard a moan, it was a woman’s voice. The bedroom door was ajar, and I was afraid of seeing something I shouldn’t have seen, so I knocked lightly on the door first.
“Come in… ah… ah!” The voice was high-pitched and lascivious, which was clearly different from Wang Jiani’s steady accent with a slight Fengxian accent.
Pushing open the door, the first thing you see is the buttocks, the buttocks sitting on a man, and the white buttocks of a woman sitting on a man.
As soon as I saw this scene, the past events of the year immediately came to my mind.
On the boulevard, a girl with her butt exposed pointed a Type 95 rifle at a prisoner who was running desperately a hundred meters away. The breeze blew by, lifting her flowing long hair and bringing coolness to her naked lower body. There was a fart sound, and the girl pulled the trigger. The huge recoil made her round and watery butt tremble, and the crisp gunshots resounded through the entire boulevard. There was a faint mist of blood above the running prisoners’ heads, and once they fell, they couldn’t get up again…
The girl holding the gun back then was the woman in front of her sitting on the man’s straddle, Zhang Xiaoyan. Five years later, her hair is still so black and thick; her skin is still so white and smooth.
Seeing me coming, she didn’t show the slightest shame on her face, she just gestured to wait a moment. I stood aside and watched her exercise vigorously for a while before I untied the man’s hands tied to the bed frame and said “Get out”. The blindfolded man immediately groped and picked up his clothes, and fled out naked.
“Sister Yan, is that?” SureAfter the other party had left, I asked in a low voice.
“Xiao Liu, just ask what you should ask!” She didn’t answer my question, but walked out of the bedroom naked.
There was the sound of showering outside the door, and I looked at the stains left on the silk mattress after the hand-to-hand fight between the two, and my heart gradually became dirty. He wanted to smell it, but when he thought about the difference in status between himself and Sister Yan, and how she killed without blinking an eye, he had no choice but to give up.
There was a “squeak” sound beside the bed, and I realized that there was a cage on the cabinet next to it, and a black squirrel was placed in it.
After the sound of the shower ended, Sister Yan returned to the bedroom in her bathrobe, and then she spread her legs apart, and sat on the sofa with a big face, not at all trying to cover her exposed pink breasts and dark pubic hair on her lower body.
“Bring me a can of coffee from the fridge,” she said.
I do so immediately.
She took the opened can, took a sip and said, “Xiao Liu, do you know what I’m looking for you for?”
I shake my head.
“The article you wrote for Jiani last time was very good. It just so happens that I also have a case here, and I need your help to write a copy.”
“Okay, I don’t know what to write?”
“It’s almost the same as last time. The details will be announced in the car later.”
“Do you want to go out together?”
“What? Are you busy?”
“No, no. Nothing at all.” I replied timidly.
She looked at me humbly, with disdain on her face, and said: “It’s almost time, pack up and get ready to go. Help me button up the bra.” Then, she put on the bra, turned her back and handed over the two ends of the buttons. My hands were inherently unstable, and when I buckled the button, I looked down and saw her snow-white round buttocks. I was afraid, and I had to push it several times before I could button it.
Seeing how clumsy I was, she turned her head and gave me a blank look, then picked up the remaining clothes and pants and put them on neatly. In less than 15 minutes, she transformed from a naked prostitute with disheveled hair into a well-groomed, dignified professional woman.
After finishing everything and was about to go out, she suddenly stopped me and said, “Wait, take that squirrel with you.”
“Aren’t you going to discuss business, why bring this?” Although I was full of doubts, I had to do as I said.