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Chinaman's Chance

Date: 1/16/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Interracial, Murder, Non-Erotic, Romance, Violence, Author: sourdough, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

to share it with Madame Bordeaux or anybody, she said she would do it." "When is the meeting set for?" The boy grinned and said, "Right now." "What?" Bobby led me to what looked like a shabby apartment building. "This is where my mother and sister live," Bobby explained. "I live here too when there's enough food. They're out shopping with the money I gave them. I figure you have a half hour for your meeting." "I'm surprised you arranged the meeting so quickly. I'm impressed." "I just told her she had to decide fast 'cuz you were leaving town soon. Didn't give her time to think about anything except the money." I entered the dark, dingy apartment. Sarah gasped when she saw me and stood up from a simple wood chair. "Jennifer? You're alive? You're not a ghost?" "I'm alive, Sarah. I'm not a ghost." We embraced like long lost friends even though my previous acquaintance with her probably totaled less than ten minutes. "Madame Bordeaux told us you and Sammy were both dead. I'm so glad she was wrong. Is Sammy around?" "Madame Bordeaux was right about Sammy. Gus Brandt shot Sammy on the bitch's orders." I wanted to cry again just saying the words. Sarah sensed that and held me even closer. "I'm so sorry. I really liked that man. So did all the girls. I heard Gus Brandt got his though. Somebody blew off his head with a shotgun blast." "That was me," I said. "You?" I nodded. Sarah looked surprised, doubtful and then fearful in a matter of seconds. "Oh my god." "I want to do the same ... thing to that bitch you work for. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I need your help to get back inside. I'll pay you well." "I don't how I could help you. I would if I could. The boss has been acting real nervous lately, never going out and now I know why. She has gunmen hanging around at all hours. Anybody entering the house gets a real close looking at now. Besides, you already know what a coward I am." "I'm not asking you to be brave, honey. All I want you to do is for you to keep the window open to your room and then take a small holiday. I'll pay for the holiday and no one will suspect you." "It won't work," the young prostitute said. "They tore my room apart trying to figure out how you escaped and they found the loose window bars. It's already fixed." Shit! Chen told me he had figured out three or four ways he could enter or exit the house unseen, but he hadn't shared the methods with me. I wasn't interested in knowing them at the time. I thought I had seen the last of that place. "I guess I'll have to find some other way to get in." I handed Sarah a double eagle. "Thanks for your time. I would appreciate it if you kept quiet about this meeting." The woman was staring at the coin in her palm and I wasn't sure if she even heard me. "I never expected this," Sarah said as if in shock. "Just how much money do you have?" Sarah's rude question annoyed me. It was none of her business. I remained silent and just stared at her. The woman blushed. "I have a reason for asking." ...