I woke up very early. So early, that sun was barely peeking over the horizon. Samantha was in my bed, sleeping. She looked gorgeous naked in the white sheets, but I still sneaked my way out to not wake her up and went to take a shower.

Dressed, I returned to the room and sat down on the sofa. I spent a moment looking at the wall in front of me and thinking about what was going to happen next. I needed to make those fuckers understand messing with me is not gonna work, but I also couldn't allow myself to go overboard.

Why? Because this was the land of my friends. The place where their families lived.

Life became hard lately. I felt like a single gearwheel in a gigantic machine that was working, while still being built, and crashed every element that malfunctioned, or didn't synchronize with the rest. The machine of chaos.

I really didn't want to fuck up and turn into some villain that will overtake the world, although I knew that such a thing was definitely on the table, considering the stuff I already was able to do.

I don't know really how much time passed, but eventually, Samantha groaned and stretched her naked body in the sheets, then she realized I was not in the bed, and opened her eyes to sit and look around.

- Good morning - I said to her.

She looked at me for a second, then smiled.

- Good morning.

- Would you like breakfast and a coffee?

- I would love that, Peter. How about you, would you like to eat something?

- Yes.

She smiled again, then grabbed the phone and called room service. When she was done, she got out of bed, to go to the bathroom. I heard the quiet hum of running water, as she took a shower. Then she returned, still wet, and slowly approached me. I had her curvy, ripe body on full display. She crawled over me on the sofa and kissed me.

- Don't they have towels here, so you have to wipe yourself in my clothes? - I asked her, while her face was still next to mine.

- Don't you like it, when I rub myself on you?

- Ok, fair point.

She laughed, and then she jumped to the bed, to roll herself in the sheets. Her timing was quite good, as soon we heard the knocking on the door.

- Room service!

- Come on in! - I replied.

It was Cloe who entered pushing a cart with two dome-shaped covers over the food. I noticed how her expression changed when she noticed the clothes on the floor, and then how surprised she got upon seeing Samantha in the bed. She quickly buried it underneath a smile and looked at me.

- Good morning. I brought the breakfast, sir.

- Put it on the table - said the escort.

- Of course - said the worker, as she tried her best to avoid looking at the naked women.

The food got delivered, and Cloe was about to live, but before she did, Samantha asked her a question:

- Hey... Would you like to join us? - a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

The poor woman froze, with the reply stuck in her throat, then she looked over her shoulder at me, fully red on her face.

- Oh, he is amazing. Trust me, you won't be able to work today - the escort pusher her agenda further.

Cloe smiled all of a sudden. It was a fake smile

- Thank you for the invitation, but I have to decline - she said, and left, pushing the carr out of the room.

I looked at Samantha.

- What the fuck?

Her eyebrows moved up and down suggestively.

- She almost went for it. Give me one more day, and we will be having a threesome.

- One more day? - I was taken aback.

- Oh... You want me to leave? - she said, and I noticed that her mood shifted a bit towards sadness.

- I didn't say that... Look... There is CIA coming here today, and it might be a bit... Ugly?

- Cool - she clapped with her fingers few times, clearly excited.

- You sure you want to be here? - I just couldn't believe it.

- Why not?

- I said... Never mind.

- You think I'll be scared of the CIA? I've slept with gangsters, honey, and I've seen some shit in my life already.

- What if they will try to use you?

- What if they already are? - she crossed her hands on her chest, squeezing the naked breasts a bit. - I could be for example an agent in disguise, sent to manipulate you, and stuff. I could for example buy your trust by finding that wire yesterday.

- Are you?

- Not - she pouted. - But wouldn't it be hot if I were?

For some reason I trusted her. I had my suspicions yesterday, but I really lost them, when she found what she found yesterday. The whole idea of a hooker CIA agent just didn't click for me.

She moved her eyebrows again.

- I could arrest you - she continued, licking her upper lip, and going on all fours in the bed. - Would you like to be arrested by me, Peter?

- Are you crazy?

She laughed.

- A bit, but who is not crazy in this day and age?

- Maybe you are right. Come, let's eat - I said, and stood up, to make a place for her.

Then I went on the opposite side of the table and made myself an armchair out of the void essence to sit on.

- Wow. That was cool - she said, as she wants to sit on the sofa, still naked.

- You need to put some clothes on when the agents will come - I said to her.

- But dad... - she pouted, puffing her lower lip.historical

- Stop it...

- It will be hard since I just made myself horny again - she replied to that, with another mischievous smile. - Daddy...

I shook my head.

- Let's eat breakfast.

- Ok, but how about a little reward later? I've been a good girl...

- I told you, CIA agents are coming. We cant be fucking when they come.

- Why not? - she tried to ask surprised, but she couldn't hold it and burst into a laugh.

That's pretty much how the whole conversation during the breakfast progressed. All the way until we heard the knocking on our door.. Then panic started.