Chapter 916: The Bar Owner Who Likes to Sleep Naked
"President? I wouldn't dare take that title. Mr. Jasper trusts you the most; otherwise, he wouldn't have put you in charge of the bar," Douglas said with a lecherous grin, his eyes following the movements of Natalie's bouncing breasts. His crotch grew hard as he continued, "Besides, compared to the fame you had back in our hometown, my reputation is nothing. Even Mr. Jasper is so fond of you that I can't help but drool when I see you."
Natalie was a renowned beauty in her younger days, one of the top beauties in their hometown. "You must be tired of living," she said, feigning anger, her pretty face turning cold. "I am Jasper's woman. If you dare to flirt with me, I'll tell Jasper, and let's see if you survive the night."
Thinking of Jasper's ruthless methods, Douglas shivered, his lust dissipating instantly as his erection softened. Panic flashed in his eyes, and he quickly tried to laugh it off, "President, I was just joking with you."
Natalie suddenly giggled, her eyes filled with seductive charm as she glanced at Douglas. "Look at you, scared just by the mention of Jasper. I thought you were more capable. I guess I overestimated you. You're just like Jasper, all show and no substance."
Douglas felt a mix of fear and excitement at Natalie's teasing. He had long harbored desires for her but dared not act on them due to Jasper's reputation. Recently, Jasper had sent him to oversee the bar, and spending every day with this seductive woman had made his desires uncontrollable. He had started making advances, hoping to get lucky.
Natalie, while engaging in playful banter, always stopped him at the critical moment, and he didn't dare force himself on her. He had to settle for the bar girls to relieve his frustration. Today, he couldn't resist coming to Natalie's office again, and her slightly teasing tone made him wonder if Jasper wasn't satisfying her. Jasper had been busy dealing with an attack and searching for Jerome, leaving no time for intimacy with Natalie. Perhaps she was lonely and he could take advantage of the situation.
Natalie stretched lazily, frowning as she said, "Oh, my feet are so sore. Can you massage my legs?" She placed a white, jade-like leg on the sofa, her fair skin glowing under the light, making her even more desirable.
Douglas, feeling parched, instinctively moved to the sofa and knelt down, gently massaging her ankle. Her skin was smooth and silky, like satin, giving him an unparalleled tactile sensation.
He looked up at Natalie, noticing her low-cut dress revealing her full, heaving breasts with a deep cleavage. Her plump, white thighs were exposed under the hem of her dress. Her face, as delicate as a flower petal, was full of charm, with willow-like eyebrows, captivating phoenix eyes, and slightly parted red lips exuding a fragrant breath, making his blood boil.
Natalie laughed seductively, twisting her plump hips, and said coquettishly, "I knew you wouldn't behave. If Jasper finds out, you're dead."
Douglas, seeing her flirtatious eyes and seductive demeanor, couldn't control his impulses. He panted, "Dying under a peony flower, even as a ghost, I would be happy. Tasting the beauty of our hometown's top beauty is worth any price."
But just then, Natalie laughed softly and said, "If you keep moving, don't blame me for being rude. If you break something, I won't be responsible."
"President, please don't joke with me," Douglas said, feeling a shiver at Natalie's tone. He dared not move, remembering that the woman before him was not a weakling but a venomous viper capable of killing.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Natalie slipped out from under Douglas like a loach, tidying her hair and dress, and walked back to her desk, swaying her hips. She smiled and said, "Douglas, even if you're not afraid to die, I don't want to die with you. Jasper doesn't joke around. Even if you work for him, if you cross his line, do you think he'll spare you?"
Douglas felt deflated, unsure of Natalie's intentions. She sighed and said, "Douglas, you're not young anymore. You should plan for your future. You can't spend your whole life fighting. Do you want to spend your later years in prison? Do you think Jasper will care about your life or death then?"
"President, what do you mean by that? I don't understand," Douglas said, his body trembling, frowning. He scoffed inwardly, thinking Natalie was naive to try to sow discord between him and Jasper. Did she think a few words would make him betray Jasper? She underestimated him.
"I don't mean anything. People must look out for themselves," Natalie smiled slightly. "I just don't want you to be used and then discarded. Think about it. I'm tired and need to rest."
Seeing Natalie dismiss him, Douglas left reluctantly, his mind in turmoil. He and Jasper had started together, sworn brothers, facing life and death together. But Jasper had become the most powerful figure in their hometown, even taking the most seductive woman. Every time he saw Natalie snuggling up to Jasper, he felt deeply unbalanced. Why could Jasper enjoy all the glory and beauty while he was just a lackey?
After Douglas left, Natalie lit a lady's cigarette, took a puff, and blew a smoke ring, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. From the first time she saw Douglas, she knew he had designs on her. Having grown up in the streets, running arcades, billiard halls, video rooms, and dance halls, she had met countless men and could tell their intentions with a glance. Douglas's thoughts were no exception.
Natalie's teasing of Douglas had a purpose. The bar was very profitable, a gold mine. Jasper had sent Douglas to help maintain order and prevent trouble, but also to watch her and prevent her from embezzling money.
Natalie understood Jasper's intentions but couldn't say anything. Without Jasper's reputation, she wouldn't have been able to run such a large venue without interference from the authorities. But she had her own plans.
Jasper was powerful, and she had enjoyed the benefits, but the risks in their line of work were high. She needed a way out, so she had to turn Douglas into her ally, using her beauty as leverage.
Even if Douglas were a gentleman, Natalie would find a way to bring him down. Since he was willing, her playful rejections were just a way to manipulate him. If she agreed too readily, Douglas might look down on her or become suspicious.
Natalie knew her tricks alone wouldn't make Douglas betray Jasper, but she wanted to plant a seed of doubt. If she ever had to confront Jasper, Douglas might be useful.
Her ideal man was tall, strong, and decisive, like Jasper, which was why she had willingly been with him. Douglas, sneaky and coveting his brother's woman, could never win her heart. In the future, he could only serve her like a dog. Of course, she wouldn't shortchange him on money or women, as long as he was smart.
Unfortunately, she had few trustworthy people around her, which was why she went to such lengths to win Douglas over. If she could rely on Armando, she wouldn't have to worry so much.
Thinking of the young man who wouldn't take the bait, Natalie sighed. Who would have thought that the famous beauty of their hometown couldn't even seduce a high school student? It was embarrassing.
Natalie walked to the bathroom, undressed, and took a quick shower. She then walked out naked, her firm, white breasts bouncing, her lower body covered in thick, black pubic hair. Her full, plump labia were enticing. She turned off the lights and lay on the sofa to rest. No one dared to enter her office without permission, and she couldn't break her habit of sleeping naked, even in the office.
...
Kevin had drunk a lot of beer that night. Walking down the hallway, he saw a room that he thought was a bathroom and pushed the door open. Inside, it was dark, likely due to a broken light. Kevin, relying on his senses, found the toilet and began to urinate. Suddenly, he heard a woman's voice from below, "Who's there? What is this?"
Startled, Kevin stepped back, hitting a switch on the wall. The room was flooded with light, revealing that it was not a bathroom but a luxurious office. He had been urinating on a large sofa, where a naked, voluptuous woman lay, her white buttocks raised high. His urine was trickling down her buttocks, pooling around her wet, red labia.
Holy crap, Kevin thought, stunned and sobering up instantly. This wasn't a bathroom. Who was this woman, and why was she sleeping naked on the sofa? And he had peed on her.
Natalie, half-asleep, had felt someone moving around and a warm sensation on her buttocks. Thinking it was Douglas harassing her again, she had called out. When the lights came on, she turned to see Kevin standing there, his large, dripping penis in hand. Realizing what the warm liquid was, she was momentarily stunned. Then, recognizing the opportunity, she jumped off the sofa, still naked, and pointed at Kevin, pretending to be angry. "Kevin, is that you? Are you a pervert? We're going to the police station. Let's see if they don't lock up this little hooligan."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
