Cockteasers like Caramel, Cindy and Novi couldn't help me.
We were dealing with a cold-blooded killer here.
A black mutt came in from outside.
He was adorable, you could tell he was a pedigree.
I'd chance that he was taken care of by a Westerner and the poor dog lost its way.
It was a sniffer alright and his nose had brought him here to the Salon.
He was smelling out the menstruating whores.
'Come here, you little bugger,' I said.
Blackie beelined to Caramel's crutch.
'Yes,' she said to the dog, 'I'm menstruating, but that never stops me from having a good fuck.'
I had an idea. Run with me, I told the group, who were really letting their hair down and getting blind drunk. I could drink with the best of them, and after my tenth shot of vodka and god knows what else, I was only feeling tipsy, so I was up to the investigation.
Blackie nudged me outside, down the road, and led me into a hotel, a dive, to room 101. I kicked down the door and sniffed the white powder on the floor.
Just as I thought.
The receptionist said a Malaysian had just checked out. She said he was carrying two large suitcases.
She had called a taxi for him to take him down to the ferry terminal for Bintan Island.
The lead was getting hotter by the minute.
Who knows, Caramel might give me a friendly titty fuck for encouragement.
And Blackie, Jack said he'd take care of him down at the village of sweet smelling water. In fact, Blackie was on the next plane with Jack, who said he had some admin work to do.
'I know I can trust you when the shit hits the fan,' he said as he left the bar for the 1am flight to Surabaya where he'd take his own private jet from there.
We were dealing with a cold-blooded killer here.
A black mutt came in from outside.
He was adorable, you could tell he was a pedigree.
I'd chance that he was taken care of by a Westerner and the poor dog lost its way.
It was a sniffer alright and his nose had brought him here to the Salon.
He was smelling out the menstruating whores.
'Come here, you little bugger,' I said.
Blackie beelined to Caramel's crutch.
'Yes,' she said to the dog, 'I'm menstruating, but that never stops me from having a good fuck.'
I had an idea. Run with me, I told the group, who were really letting their hair down and getting blind drunk. I could drink with the best of them, and after my tenth shot of vodka and god knows what else, I was only feeling tipsy, so I was up to the investigation.
Blackie nudged me outside, down the road, and led me into a hotel, a dive, to room 101. I kicked down the door and sniffed the white powder on the floor.
Just as I thought.
The receptionist said a Malaysian had just checked out. She said he was carrying two large suitcases.
She had called a taxi for him to take him down to the ferry terminal for Bintan Island.
The lead was getting hotter by the minute.
Who knows, Caramel might give me a friendly titty fuck for encouragement.
And Blackie, Jack said he'd take care of him down at the village of sweet smelling water. In fact, Blackie was on the next plane with Jack, who said he had some admin work to do.
'I know I can trust you when the shit hits the fan,' he said as he left the bar for the 1am flight to Surabaya where he'd take his own private jet from there.
