Bab 1: Oliver Soko

(This might seem a bit weird of an opening, but in short. Have fun.)

Oliver's eyes opened, they were a very light brown, almost a soft red, only for the very gentle red light in the room to make them more appealing. A calm was in them as if everything was just fine.

Oliver was a handsome man in his own right, not to sound narcissistic but he would fuck himself, his hair was black, spiked slightly in a style that let the left side of his hair push up and backward. Leaving the right side longer to fall over his eyebrow.

Staring to the ceiling he released a low hum of relaxation, dressed in what could only be called a casual formal attire he had on a dark vest, buttoned to secure it around his frame, a burgundy-colored button shirt beneath, sleeves rolled up to beneath his elbows, a dark tie done well and tucked beneath the vest. With a pair of black slacks and black dress shoes, he looked good.

Though, the slight mafia vibe he gave off was strong.

There was a gagging noise before a smile slowly rose, continuing to stare at the ceiling.

His legs spread a bit and he relaxed his hips, leaning further back into the dark sofa, his arms were spread out across the back of it as he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling building up.

Between his legs kneeled before him was a woman whose head was bobbing above his crotch, the slight gag came from her as she seemed determined to take more of his member than she could. A very relaxing smell was in the room and it helped that the general atmosphere was relaxed, a piece of very gentle music playing in the background, no words just a good melody.

The woman at his feet was a knock-out, wearing a tight True Blue cocktail dress that shimmered softly in the dim red light, with a round shapely ass and a small bust her brunette hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail that couldn't hide her curls. She only had light makeup on, just some darkening around the eyes to make her pretty blue eyes pop.

Oliver released a low grunt, a deep growl leaving him as he spoke. ''Sindy.'' One word was all he needed before the woman tightened her lips around the shady of his member as far as she could go. With her tongue working like a practiced pro she slowly pulled back will sucking to try and drain him.

With a flex of his balls and the pulse of his shaft, he began to empty his balls into her awaiting mouth, her pulling back to allow as much room needed as she took in all of his seed. There was a heavy moan from her as she did, soon her lips reached just beneath the glands and she sucked strongly to make sure she cleaned it all before she came back with a very gentle pop. There was a bit of leakage due to the amount.

A movement to Oliver's right announced another beauty, wearing a matching dress only a black color that shimmered just as Sindy's did, this once was a bit more developed in her bosom, squeezed into her top as they looked ready to spill out, her bottom being more modest than the absolute heft that Sindy's seemed to have.

This woman came to Sindy and pressed her lips to the others, kissing her deeply before her kisses trailed down, forming into licking as her tongue caught the leaking sperm, her tongue lapping across the collarbone of Sindy causing her to visible shudder as the woman finished helping the cleanup.

As she pulled away she delivered an almost loving kiss to Oliver's shaft before she collapsed back into the sofa to his right, her head on his thigh.

Oliver released a deep rumble as he rode the pleasure of the climax to relaxation.

Obtaining 'post-nut clarity.' he took notice of the countdown to the corner of his vision, releasing a low rumble of amusement he sat forward. "Sindy, be a Doll and fetch me a cigarette from my jacket?"

She hummed, a sultry tone as she shifted up to kiss him a light peck to the cheek. ''Anything for you Olly~" She then stood, sauntering across the room, the plump and supple ass of hers wobbled while she moved, making a show of leaning down to the low table to pick up his jacket, taking her time standing so he could get a good look at her ass. Once she fished a packet of cigarette's from his suit jacket she made her way over to him.

Slipping into his lap she left her dress ride up to let her ass free completely, her dark laced panties soaked as she placed his member between her cheeks and began to gently grind against the mighty dragon. Placing a cigarette between his lips she leaned forward and kissed down his throat.

"Yuna." There was a low grunt from his right as the other beauty raised a hand offer him her hand, sticking out an index finger. Taking her hand by the wrist he brought it over and tapped his pinky over her wrist above the veins, the moment he did a flame flickered alive hovering above her index finger, letting him light his cigarette. He moved the stick to the corner of his mouth to allow him to kiss her knuckles.

He then let Sindy kiss at Yuna's hand, a hum of approval coming from the tired Yuna as she took her hand back, snuggling her arms against her breast, pinning them between the large mounds and the couch.

Just as Oliver leaned back and took a long drag, there was a commotion from outside, Oliver grunted to that and looked towards the door, a hurried voice speaking out.

''B-Boss! The crooked heroes are here again! This time they came in force! The bo-"

Oliver groaned before he said out loud. ''Yeah, I get it!... Damnit, give me a moment.''

He released the drag through his nose, smoke billowing from him and blowing around Sindy, who looked pouty, her grinding got much more focused. She was even trying to pull her panties to the side to try and push him into her ass.

His powerful hands came around her waist as he leaned forward, pulling the cigarette in he upturned his tongue to get it out of the way, closing his mouth his lips crashed into hers as he kissed her. A trick he learned as he pulled away, the cigarette still lit and between Sindy's lips as he pulled away, exhaling the build-up of smoke as he rumbled with a smile.

''Enjoy that for me sweat heart, got some business to take care of." He lifted her off his lap and set her to his left as he lifted Yuna's head gently from his lap and stood up, setting her head down he placed a kiss on her forehead.

Leaving them he went to his jacket, lifting it up and to the side he exposed a dual shoulder holster, getting it on to him over his vest he was grumbling, something about how he's always interrupted at the good parts.

Pulling out one of the guns it was a six-shooter, despite its large size to his hand it fits well.

Oliver was a large man, standing near 6' 6 with a muscular build, having thrown the usual trope of swimmer builds out the window, this man had muscles, a monster sleeping beneath his clothing and flesh. Using the Mateba Model 6 Unica's barrel he checked the chamber, making sure he was fully loaded he nodded before putting his dick away, can't forget to do that again.

Once he got his pants on, and his dark leather belt buckled he checked the knife across his torso and nodded. He then went to the door with the revolver still in his hand. Opening the door he closed it behind him.

Walking down the dimly lit hall towards where there was a large commotion going on he stepped out onto the main floor, people already fighting. Raising the revolver without hesitation he fired. The loud noise quieted everyone as a large hole was blown through a guy's head that was lifting a table, preparing to smash it onto a guy's head that was in formal wear, matching colors to Oliver.

Everyone turned to the source of the noise, the 'Hero's there began to pale as they saw him. One of them shouted. ''I THOUGHT HE WASN'T HERE? THAT'S THE ONLY REASON I JO-." Another shot and that guy was gone. Lifting the barrel, he began to use the edge of it to scratch into his hair. If anyone saw Oliver who didn't know him, this sight might seem crazy.

The gun was obviously loaded and he just put it to his head?

"Fuck... Guys are so fucking noisy. You know I just lost the last clover cigarette I had because of you dumbasses? Know how much those cost? I have to get them imported, and I was supposed to make them last until Monday... Damnit.'' He sighed heavily.

He then pulled the cylinder out and loaded the two bullets he just spent, seeming to have pulled them from one of his vest pockets.

"Whatever, let's just end this. I'll collect your bounties." The scene ended just as he clicked the cylinder back into place, his eyes were still eerily calm, a terrifying look.

(General look of Oliver until I can get a custom picture.)