"Packing it is then. We'll have someone pick you up later," Dylan says, already planning how to get Tina settled into their lifestyle. "Don't worry about bringing much," he adds, knowing full well they'll soon have everything they could want right at their fingertips. "We'll take care of the rest." With a final glance at Tina, they exit the hotel room, leaving behind a woman eager to please her new 'owners'. >***

As they leave Tina alone to adjust, their minds swirl with plans for her inevitable transformation into their perfect submissive. They smile deviously, eagerly anticipating their next encounter - a new chapter begins for all three of them.

After several minutes, Dylan pulls free from Chuya's mouth with a lewd smack of his lips, leaving the smaller man gasping for air. Dylan reaches over and strokes Chuya's cheek fondly, almost soothingly, before leaning down to capture his lips in another searing kiss. "Suck us dry, baby boy," Dylan whispers heatedly against Chuya's mouth, his free hand grasping tightly at Chuya's hair, forcing him to look up. "He needs to drink his fill first,"

Seth adds with a wicked grin, reaching down to grasp firmly at the base of his own cock before lining himself up with Chuya's stretched hole. Without waiting for permission, he pushes forward, sinking deep into the warm heat of Chuya's body once again. "How's my big cock feeling inside you?" he asks huskily, punctuating his words with shallow thrusts designed to stretch and stimulate Chuya's inner walls. Dylan nods in agreement, continuing to fuck Chuya's mouth as he watches Seth take his turn. "Such a good little cocksleeve..." **

Dylan:Excellent choice, Bella. You're a smart girl to realize that. Now, there are several ways we can go about this. We could sell you outright to one of our associates, or we could offer you up as a loan to someone else who might need some extra help for a short while. Which option do you think would suit you best?

Seth:Or... we could just keep you around the house for a bit. You know, make use of your assets while you're still young and able.

Dylan:Oh, come now, Bella. There's no need to be so crude about it. We can discuss this like civilized adults, can't we? Besides, I think Seth might enjoy having some fun with you first before deciding what the best course of action would be. And who knows? Maybe you'll even start to see things our way after a little... persuasion.

"Just give us what you owe us, Ms. Ela," says Seth through gritted teeth, "and we'll let you go on your way." His other hand snakes out to grab her other arm, restraining her easily. Dylan continues to stare at her with his cold, calculating gaze, unblinking. "The faster you pay, the less painful this will be for everyone involved."

"Well, I'm sure you understand that we can't just take your word for it," Dylan says, his tone still calm but firm. "Perhaps it would be best if you showed us the money." He glances at Seth again, who nods slightly in agreement.

Both Seth and Dylan whirl around at the sound of the other cop's voice, their expressions shifting from anger to surprise. "Shit," Seth mutters under his breath as he releases his grip on the man he was holding. "Let's go."

They quickly slip back into the shadows and retreat down an alleyway, barely making it out of sight before they hear the commotion behind them. The sound of sirens approaching grows louder by the second, but Seth doesn't seem concerned.

"We'll find another way out," Dylan whispers, glancing around at their surroundings. "Stay here." He moves to sneak past ben, but Seth grabs him by the arm before he can go very far.

"No," he says firmly. "We don't need her slowing us down right now. You take care of this." He shoves Dylan towards ben, pushing them both against a nearby dumpster and pinning them there with his body weight.

Seth chuckles darkly, leaning against the brick wall of a nearby alleyway. "That little shit had better pay up. I've got other people to see after today." He glances at Dylan, who merely nods in agreement before taking out his cell phone and stepping away from the alley to make a call. They both know that their patience is running thin, but for now, they wait. And they watch. And they plan...

Dylan: Over the phone, his voice quiet but cold I thought you'd say that. We're on our way back to collect what you owe us ourselves. Make sure you're ready when we arrive.