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Sitting on the bed and straightening his hair, still being in shock, Charlie looked at the man, who was now unconscious on the floor, still without panties. Now his cock was no longer as aroused as a few minutes ago when he tried to have sex with Charlie, but instead Charlie pushed him away with all his might.
- Hey! Dude! Come on, get up!
His head ached insanely. And this new voice seemed somehow too sweet to him. It all seemed like madness and hallucination, but the touch of long hair, the new weight on his chest and the absence of his cock seemed to tell him that it was all true.
The man had hit his head on something and now lay there. Charlie got up on his knees, mentally cursing the swaying of his chest and the ridiculous clothes that were on him and crawled closer. The man was still unconscious and Charlie thought he was not even breathing. The door to the room opened and he saw there a man in a jacket and huge growth
- Chief, everything is all right ?! Chief ... Chief ?!
He came closer to the man and began to try to wake him up in front of Charlie, who realized that it was apparently the man's guard. And apparently, as Charlie thought, the men were wealthy enough to have a guard.
- What did you do to him, stupid whore ?!
- What?! I'm not a whore! Do you know who you are talking to ?! I will kill you for such words!
- We'll talk later! (the guard has already taken out his phone and called) Hello! Ambulance! Urgently here!
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Like many others, Charlie was the victim of Alt Shift. As the son of a big mafia boss, Charlie led a dissolute and criminal lifestyle, trying to imitate his father as much as possible and at the same time establishing his authority among others like him.
He was standing with a bat on an abandoned construction site next to several other tough guys, and in front of him sat a tied, frightened and tortured witness who was supposed to give the "correct" testimony in court. Charlie had already gotten him to agree to the "correct" testimony, but he wanted to intimidate him even more.
He swung the bat and was about to hit when suddenly it darkened in his eyes and instead of a bat he was already holding an excited male cock in his hand. He lay on the bed and felt like unpleasant alcoholic breath and unpleasant touch of stubble together with kisses
Of course, he immediately unclenched his hand and tried to pull away. It didn’t work the first time, and he pushed the fat man as hard as he could with his feet. The blow turned out to be too strong and the man fell out of bed in fright, as a result of which he hit his head on the corner of the bedside table.
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Another girl came running to the loud shouts of the guard. Charlie was still sitting in the same position on the bed, touching his head, which was still aching after Alt Shift, and watched intently as the guard spoke on the phone.
- Candy, baby, something happened .... oh my god! What about him?
Shouted the manager of this brothel looking at Charlie
- Your stupid whore did something with the boss!
- Candy is it true ?!
Charlie looked at them dumbfounded and wanted to send them to the devil. As a matter of fact, he did it.
- I'm not Candy! Fuck you! What the hell is going on here ?!
The guard went up to Charlie and grabbed him by the neck. Charlie felt so helpless for the first time
- Don't be silly! What have you done to him ?!
- I ... I ...
Tried to tell Charlie, but because of the tightly squeezed throat, almost nothing came of it. Finally the hand let go
- Don't touch her!
- Who are you?
A turmoil ensued when another man stepped in, this time a brothel guard
- If she is to blame, then she will answer! In the meantime, no one dares to touch our girls
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It was all like some kind of nightmare with a fast, oddly evolving plot for Charlie. He held on to his throat, trying to breathe normally again and looked at everything that was happening as a spectator without realizing anything yet.