Well, time to earn his paycheck.Moralez rose to his feet. He was a gruff man, scars peppered his tanned skin, and three of his four limbs were robotic...prosthetics. The originals had been lost in battle. He marched over to a communicator screen embedded in the wall and dialed in a number sequence. The monitor came to life, displaying the image of a smooth-skinned Borealan with orange hair who looked irritated to be woken up so late, rubbing her eyes as she yawned widely.“What is it, Moralez? You. ‘I told you that some day they would find out that you are a fraud and a nutcase, one that needs to be locked up.’ ‘Not now,’ he whispered to himself as a second man came into sight. This one was filthier than the first. Howe reached back into his pocket and found a second metallic object, one that gave him such comfort when the voices came. ‘Hate to do this to you, friend,’ the first man said as he flicked his cigarette to the ground. ‘But hand over your wallet.’ His words were met with a jab. As we walked in the hotel bar was full of builders who instantly guessed what we were up to and were looking at me which made me blush.We rushed up to our room laughing at what had happened down stairs , as we shut the hotel room door, he leaped on me and started kissing me passionately, his hands all over me, we pulled each others clothes off and he was soon naked and me down to my stockings. I had his cock in my hand and he was so hard I just had to suck it. I got to me knees and took him in. Once I accepted the fact I was scared beyond words, an icy calm stilled the trembling of my hands and mind, and I was no longer a refugee from reason. From the far edge of hearing, the sound of approaching hooves tickled the wilderness of silence ringing in my ears. "Okay? What's my plan?" I mused to myself with a shudder. Uncertainty answered. I had no Plan 'B.' Hell, for that matter, I didn't even have a Plan 'A.' I crouched and peered between the branches and leaves of the shrubbery in front.