"That's impossible! Are all agents like you?"
"No, just me. Actually, I would be free, but they have an agreement with me."
She continued to look at me. "Someday, when freedom comes to you, I'd like to see what you look like in Real." A question as to why she wished this of me. "So, you're here because Angela has drugs?" I nodded. "If I don't, more people will die!" Then I wondered where she might have hidden the drug. Elise thought of her room or in her pants pocket. Earlier, she thought we should tie up the man who had attacked us. In an adjoining room she found a rope with which we tied the stranger around the chair. On the way up the stairs I had actually found a small sack full of a white powder. This had to come from somewhere. Elise, who also introduced herself in the course of the story, helped me search and we had ransacked her entire room. Many hours passed before we found the drugs in many packages. They were covered by clothes. Elise faltered, shocked by her truth. I searched each package. Finally, I found a small piece of paper that helped me. Mr. Jing and his phone number were written down. I shared my information with Elise, whom I also asked for a phone. She opened it, I called Mr. Jing, who answered after a few seconds. "Hello, this is Angela. Yes, I gave it to him. Yes, I need some more stuff. I have to wait? How long? Ok, see you then" I could already tell. Mr. Jing didn't want to give it to me, Angela, because he probably knew that she was using too, so there had to be another solution. "Does anyone sell other drugs, cigarettes or alcohol. Just anything," I inquired of Elise. "I know a teenager who once sold me cannabis," she smiled back at me, but she knew she had no other choice to decide.
"Am I going to be arrested and followed, too? Right," she looked at me frighteningly. "I can't promise anything to you, but I will emphasize how you helped me," I managed to reassure her. It was two o'clock in the afternoon. A cold breeze was coming toward us. We stood in front of a large brown door, where Elise knocked strongly. A teenager opened the door. "Who is it?" a voice yelled from behind. The young adult, about twenty years old, yelled back, "Angela and Elise." "Hello Anais," Elise began. "Some time ago you tried to sell me cannabis." "Let them in," Anais' mother suddenly yelled out. "Please, my mother can't know about this! But yes, I'm selling." She went on to ask if she had any harder drugs. She looked nervously at me, then at her. "Yes, I did." She let us step inside. "Three thousand dollars a hundred grams," she whispered. Elise pulled a long face of incomprehension. Just before she closed the door, she checked to make sure no one was following us. Just before her mother arrived, I was able to answer Anais with a "deal",. "Would you like some tea?" she asked politely. Elise agreed with her, but I objected with the excuse that I had to leave soon. The mother looked a little relieved. The mother went to the kitchen prepared the coffee while Anais ran to us. "Here!" she handed me the drugs. "Is Mr. Jing your supplier?" "Yes why, you already know that," she shot back. "Do you have his number?" She nodded. I had seen Anais. Within seconds, I caught sight of Angela. "What am I doing here?" she asked as the mother arrived. I hid the drug in her pants pocket. "Didn't you say you had someone else to meet?", I told her. She remembered and disappeared without leaving any comments. Elise was confused, but followed Anais' mother. I closed the door and returned to the kitchen. After another small talk, my mother, Anais' mother, started talking about how good and well-behaved I was and how good I was in school. Because of the drugs, of course. The mother had no clue what her daughter was doing. She kept looking at her watch as her alarm clock on her cell phone, which was on the table, screamed out. "Alright, I still have to go to work. Anais," I glanced at her, "Lead Elise outside after she finishes her coffee." She said goodbye to Elise and me before she left the room. "Did you...?" she whispered to me. I nodded. It was the first time a stranger had been there. I can understand how she feels now.
We heard the mother close the front door. She asked what I wanted to do now. I explained that I was going to look for the drug dealer. Trust me," I laid my hand on hers. "Then I'm not much help to you anymore!" she had informed me. We got up, walked to the door. "It was an honor to have met you, Jack," she informed me before she walked out and I closed the door behind her. It felt good to be back in a young body. I had, owned, her dark black hair, even darker than Elise's, her pointed nose and wide cheekbones. Also from the body structure she was broader and firmer than me. Besides I also had her two breasts, which were in a black tight short. They caught my eye more than anything else. I asked myself the question, when is the best time to call a drug lord? Not in the morning, this one usually goes to hit. In the afternoon he is getting ready and there is a good chance that he will inquire about the reason. The best I could think of was to call around evening, maybe around five or six o'clock. So I still had some time to myself. I walked through her almost empty house, entered her room. Apart from a small table, an old bed and a large closet, which was also quite old, nothing else was apparent to me at first glance. I was lying on her bed, disposing of her body. I wanted to feel her. Here and now. I dragged my finger along her body, I got goose bumps. My hands, her hands, fell into her breasts. I massaged them like a cake, I felt like a seductive lover on cloud nine. I thought only of her, her broad cheekbones, her red innocent lips, her black hair and her soft delicate skin that I could explore. I massaged the breasts from all directions, even around her nipples. Warmed, my hands went deep. She knew how to get me wet. I'm not always this turned on, but women are just so damn sexy. I felt my lower genitals, which I reached into. The erection I was getting was supremely pleasurable. If I were in my body, it would have gone further and yet I can not describe these feelings further. You must feel it. Inwardly. Only then can you understand the feeling.
After more than an hour's pleasure, I took Anais's phone, thereby was able to open her phone since I was in her body. I called Jing, all of a sudden he picked up. "Anais, how are you," he began to speak. He seemed friendly with her. With a more pleasant tone than with Angela. I didn't know how to respond to him. "Thank you. Good. And you?" "Thanks. What do you need?" "I ran out of stuff. I sold a lot of stuff today." There was silence on the line. "No problem, come to Fantastico in an hour as usual." I informed him that I would be there and we said our goodbyes. I contacted Katie, told her what I knew so far. She was just in the main office playing pretend on the phone. Meanwhile, I searched the Internet for the Fantastico place, but found nothing and asked Katie. As she told me later. Is Fantastico a brothel that is really called Bordello Johnson and Johnson. This name I typed in and found, as she said, indeed. I set off on my way. I walked the street, which was mostly in darkness. The closer I got to the brothel the more the eyes fell on me. Behind me, someone was following me. Probably someone who belonged to the club. Suddenly the feeling of being followed left me. A bodyguard stopped me. "I have to see Mr. Jing. He doesn't want him to wait," I pointed to the entrance. The muscular man stepped aside and let me in. It reminded me of gay club scenes in Berlin. Women and men were dancing in pushy clothes, having sexual intercourse on the stage. The club was almost crowded. After wondering how to get to the drug lord, I asked a waiter, completely naked, where he was. He pointed to a room. "Do you want anything else from me?" he asked the question. At first I didn't understand what he meant, refused, until I did. I wouldn't have done it with him anyway.
I knocked on the door before entering. "Anais," he was pleased to hear. "Mr. Jing," I replied to him. "Please call me Thomas," he smiled. He was old, about fifty years old. He was wearing sunglasses. He had waxed white hair and a cigarette in his mouth. He let me sit down. The smoke from the cigarette smothered me. "Why are you here?" he asked me again. It was because of the drugs that I came. "Oh, that's right," he remembered again with a smile. In a package he picked up from beside it, he put it on the table for me. Moreover, right after that he took two glasses, which he filled to the brim with whiskey. I never drank alcohol, why should I. I could enjoy my life without cigarettes and alcohol, but for my plan, which was always changing, I had to take it. He stood up, heals his and my whiskey in his hands, standing up and sitting on the table. "I heard you're turning 18. Is that true?" he asked most pleasantly. I nodded. The drunken American, probably also drugged, stared at me. And not at my face, but at her breasts. Suddenly I saw his genitals rising in his pants. A reasonable man, as he was, would never harm me until a certain limit was crossed. I had to provoke this limit. I stood up and approached him, whispering in his ear. "You want me?" "Yes," he looked at my figure. "Where are the drugs coming from," I tried to draw his attention to my eyes. He was silent. I played to him like I was taking off my top. Almost me in my underwear, I let him see my, her black brassiere. He swallowed saliva. I asked him the same question again. "Ask Mr. Albini. The drugs come from there." "From where?" "In Italy, I think in Scoglitti and also in Brindisi. They then go to Albania, in Vlora I think, where they are processed. Everyone is corrupt there, even the prime minister buys drugs from us," he laughed. "When does he go?", I continued to ask him. He said nothing. Instead, he started attacking me. He tore my shirt, saw me in my underwear. Jing was ready to have sexual intercourse with me, but knocked him out with the door, seeing the naked waiter who was near, the man.
I jumped into his body, to which I addressed the Chinese, who is going to Albania tomorrow. "Mr. Albini, would you like anything else?", I inquired of him. I studied him, noticing his facial features. He didn't seem like a drug member at all, but rather, like a businessman. He shook his head, enjoying his time with prostitutes. Before I got back into my body, I watched Anais wonder what she was doing here and run out the door. Once inside my body, I stretched. Katie walked in just as I saw Katie sitting. "Tomorrow we're going to make a surprise arrest. Did you find anything else?" Mr. Albini will be traveling to Albania tomorrow, where the drugs came from. She nodded and replied that her team would be watching him at the airport. Actually, she had come to build my skills with me. "We are going to exercise your skills now. Now possess me without losing consciousness."