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We each received $200k from the $1m. I bud them farewell, got into my Albany Esperanto, and took off home.
At home, I immediately jumped out of my clothes and took a long, hot shower. I furiously washed my body, trying to wash off the guilt off my body.
I probably killed people; I probably ruined the life of families. I'm still shaking. I'm still tense.
Now in my bag, I have 200k that still needs to be washed. I'm going to check my contacts on my phone, maybe the previous owner of the body had someone who can wash them.
Leaving the shower, I didn't bother putting on a towel, I just straight went to my bedroom, and put on a black thong, and a plain white T-shirt. When done, I went to bed, pulled a blanket over myself and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling slightly more refreshed but still overwhelmed with guilt. I knew I needed to deal with the money and figure out a way to launder it without getting caught.
I brushed and flossed my teeth, put on a pair of Crevis green sweatpants, with yellow stripes on the side of it; a black t-shirt with a magenta Heat sweatshirt over it; a pair of black socks; and a pair of white Crevis sneakers.
I open the contacts on my phone and see a name 'Lin Xiaoyun (Washer)'. I take a deep breathe, and press on the name, then on the green button to call her.
I put the phone the my right ear as I wait for the woman to pick up the phone. The time is 10:21 am, so I'm guessing she's already awake.
A few seconds later the call connects, and I hear an old woman's voice over the phone with a thick Chinese accent. "Oh, dear. Is that really you, Beliana?"
"Uh...yes, Lin. It's me."
"Oh, dear. Are you calling because you want to dance again?"
Hearing what the old woman said my brain paused, and a few second memory flashes inside my mind, where the old owner of the body was dancing as a strip teaser. 'What the fuck?' Was all I could think.
"No. Hell no."
"That's a shame. My club needs some dancer. Well...If you need some extra cash, you can always come back."
"Thanks. Anyway. I uh...need some clothes to be cleaned, Lin."
"Oh. Okay. Come over. You know; The Triangle Club."
"Alright. Thanks, Lin."
"Always, Dear."
We end the phone call. I quickly took the money out of the duffle bag, and put over in a backpack. I left my home, got into my Esperanto, and made my way over to The Triangle Club. I played the game so much that I can make my way over there without any trouble.
As I entered the club, the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol hit me, and the loud music made my head spin. I navigated my way through the crowd of patrons and dancers, looking for Lin.
I finally spotted her at the bar, her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked up as she saw me approaching, a smile spreading across her face.
"Beliana, my dear! It's been so long since I've seen you," Lin exclaimed, giving me a hug.
"Yeah, it has been a while, Lin." I said as I hugged her back; tho I don't know her, my body reacted happily, as if my actual grandmother hugged me. When we release each other, we sat down at the bar, and drank a shot of liquor. "Lin, I...need to wash some clothes. 200k to be exact." I look at her. "Can you help me?"
Lin's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a low whistle. "That's a lot, Beliana. But I can help you with that. It'll cost you, though."
"How much?" I asked, already knowing that nothing in life comes for free.
"I'll take 5% as my fee," Lin replied, a shrewd glint in her eye.
I hesitated for a moment, doing the mental math in my head. 5% of $200,000 was $10,000. It was a hefty sum, but I had no other choice. I needed to clean the money to ensure I wouldn't get caught.
"Deal," I said, extending my hand to shake on it.
Lin shook my hand firmly, a smile on her face. "Great. Leave the money with me, and I'll take care of everything. You'll have clean clothes in no time."
I handed over the bag of cash to Lin, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. It was a risky move, but I had to trust Lin to do her job and wash the money successfully.
As I left The Triangle Club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. With Lin's help, I could finally put this whole ordeal behind me and move on with my life. It was a small price to pay for a clean slate.
I get in my car, ignite the engine, and leave the parking lot as well. 'What now?' I think to myself.
As I drive back, I notice that the car needs some gas, so I drive to the closest gas station that I know.
I park at the gas pump and fill up my tank, grateful for the distraction of the task at hand. As I stand there, waiting for the tank to fill, I let out a shaky breath. The bank robbery weights on my mind, but I pushed them to the back of my mind.
Once the tank is full, I pay for the gas and get back in my car. I drive back home, feeling a mix of emotions.
As I park down my car in front of the apartment building, I make a mental note to check in with Lin in a few days to see if the money has been successfully cleaned. But for now, I just want to relax and take some time to process everything that has happened.
I head inside my house, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.We each received $200k from the $1m. I bud them farewell, got into my Albany Esperanto, and took off home.
At home, I immediately jumped out of my clothes and took a long, hot shower. I furiously washed my body, trying to wash off the guilt off my body.
I probably killed people; I probably ruined the life of families. I'm still shaking. I'm still tense.
Now in my bag, I have 200k that still needs to be washed. I'm going to check my contacts on my phone, maybe the previous owner of the body had someone who can wash them.
Leaving the shower, I didn't bother putting on a towel, I just straight went to my bedroom, and put on a black thong, and a plain white T-shirt. When done, I went to bed, pulled a blanket over myself and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning feeling slightly more refreshed but still overwhelmed with guilt. I knew I needed to deal with the money and figure out a way to launder it without getting caught.
I brushed and flossed my teeth, put on a pair of Crevis green sweatpants, with yellow stripes on the side of it; a black t-shirt with a magenta Heat sweatshirt over it; a pair of black socks; and a pair of white Crevis sneakers.
I open the contacts on my phone and see a name 'Lin Xiaoyun (Washer)'. I take a deep breathe, and press on the name, then on the green button to call her.
I put the phone the my right ear as I wait for the woman to pick up the phone. The time is 10:21 am, so I'm guessing she's already awake.
A few seconds later the call connects, and I hear an old woman's voice over the phone with a thick Chinese accent. "Oh, dear. Is that really you, Beliana?"
"Uh...yes, Lin. It's me."
"Oh, dear. Are you calling because you want to dance again?"
Hearing what the old woman said my brain paused, and a few second memory flashes inside my mind, where the old owner of the body was dancing as a strip teaser. 'What the fuck?' Was all I could think.
"No. Hell no."
"That's a shame. My club needs some dancer. Well...If you need some extra cash, you can always come back."
"Thanks. Anyway. I uh...need some clothes to be cleaned, Lin."
"Oh. Okay. Come over. You know; The Triangle Club."
"Alright. Thanks, Lin."
"Always, Dear."
We end the phone call. I quickly took the money out of the duffle bag, and put over in a backpack. I left my home, got into my Esperanto, and made my way over to The Triangle Club. I played the game so much that I can make my way over there without any trouble.
As I entered the club, the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol hit me, and the loud music made my head spin. I navigated my way through the crowd of patrons and dancers, looking for Lin.
I finally spotted her at the bar, her gray hair pulled back in a tight bun, and her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked up as she saw me approaching, a smile spreading across her face.
"Beliana, my dear! It's been so long since I've seen you," Lin exclaimed, giving me a hug.
"Yeah, it has been a while, Lin." I said as I hugged her back; tho I don't know her, my body reacted happily, as if my actual grandmother hugged me. When we release each other, we sat down at the bar, and drank a shot of liquor. "Lin, I...need to wash some clothes. 200k to be exact." I look at her. "Can you help me?"
Lin's eyes widened in surprise, and she let out a low whistle. "That's a lot, Beliana. But I can help you with that. It'll cost you, though."
"How much?" I asked, already knowing that nothing in life comes for free.
"I'll take 5% as my fee," Lin replied, a shrewd glint in her eye.
I hesitated for a moment, doing the mental math in my head. 5% of $200,000 was $10,000. It was a hefty sum, but I had no other choice. I needed to clean the money to ensure I wouldn't get caught.
"Deal," I said, extending my hand to shake on it.
Lin shook my hand firmly, a smile on her face. "Great. Leave the money with me, and I'll take care of everything. You'll have clean clothes in no time."
I handed over the bag of cash to Lin, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. It was a risky move, but I had to trust Lin to do her job and wash the money successfully.
As I left The Triangle Club, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. With Lin's help, I could finally put this whole ordeal behind me and move on with my life. It was a small price to pay for a clean slate.
I get in my car, ignite the engine, and leave the parking lot as well. 'What now?' I think to myself.
As I drive back, I notice that the car needs some gas, so I drive to the closest gas station that I know.
I park at the gas pump and fill up my tank, grateful for the distraction of the task at hand. As I stand there, waiting for the tank to fill, I let out a shaky breath. The bank robbery weights on my mind, but I pushed them to the back of my mind.
Once the tank is full, I pay for the gas and get back in my car. I drive back home, feeling a mix of emotions.
As I park down my car in front of the apartment building, I make a mental note to check in with Lin in a few days to see if the money has been successfully cleaned. But for now, I just want to relax and take some time to process everything that has happened.
I head inside my house, feeling a sense of peace wash over me.
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After spending the entire afternoon lazing around home, mindlessly browsing the early 2000s internet, I felt a sudden urge to do something. Through the window I saw that the sun was slowing setting.
I decided to venture out to a nearby bar called 'Comrades Bar'. I slipped in the same sneakers I wore to meet with Lin, put on the same sweater as well, grabbed my purse, and head out.
As I walked to my car, the sounds of the city enveloped me – cars honking, people chatting. I loved the energy of Liberty City, and it also caught up with me as I started to get excited spending time in the bar.
When I arrived at 'Comrades Bar', I was immediately struck by the cozy and inviting atmosphere. The bar was bustling with people – groups of friends catching up over drinks, couples laughing and flirting, and solo patrons enjoying a quiet moment alone.
I found a seat at the bar and ordered a glass of red wine, savoring the rich and velvety taste as I took in my surroundings. The bartender, a friendly and jovial man with a bushy beard and twinkling eyes, struck up a conversation with me. We talked about random things. He's a kind and interesting man, but honestly not enough to catch that kind of interest for me.
As the night wore on, I found myself chatting with other patrons around me. The music was lively, the drinks were flowing, and the atmosphere was vibrant and alive.
I became drunk, as I drank quite a lot of wine. And soon, I found myself home with the bartender. He was drunk too, after his shift ended he stayed at the bar to drink. Together, we came to my home, and we got undressed.
We pleasured each other with our mouths before we got to the main meal.
He lay me down for an imminent deep fucking. He can feel the heat of my labia as he pushes the head of his dick into my warm folds. He take a moment to appreciate the sensation of being balls deep in my young, 19 year old, pussy. Lewd noises fill the room, as he thrusts his dick again and again into the depths of my honey pot.
"MMmmm...!" I moan as I put my hand over my mouth.
I push my cervix down on the head of his cock and gleefully lure him inside, his member grows stiff and settles within her. My uterus gladly accepts and envelopes his cock, eager to fulfill its purpose.
"Ah~ Mh~ Aahh~ AYAAAH!~"
I can feel the pressure in his shaft building up- that incredible pleasure right before release...My body convulses as he pours his molten lust into my womb. Baby batter drips from the freshly baked creampie. He prop my hips up to keep as much as sperm as possible inside me, funneling the pearlescence downward to my awaiting eggs.
"Ahhh~ This was great..." I moan with a sigh, and with satisfaction.
"Ugh..." he groans as he makes a few small thrusts a few times before pulling out. "Yeah..shit."
Cum drips out of my pussy as I look down. "Did you have to come inside me tho?" I ask with a smile.
"You didn't tell me to pull out." He says with a smirk. He sighs as he stands up and starts getting dressed. "I'm gonna leave if that's alright."
"Yeah. It might sound rude, but I was gonna tell you to leave anyway." I laugh.
Hearing me, he laughed too. A few minutes later, we bid each other farewell, and he left.
After that, I spent like 15 minutes searching for any after pills, and found them. I took them with a glass of water before going to sleep, not being bothered with the bodily fluids on the blankets.
The next morning, I woke up feeling a bit groggy but relieved that I had taken the necessary precautions. As I lay in bed, the events of the night replayed in my mind. I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed the spontaneous encounter, but next time I'll make sure to use condom. It's not like I'll do this a lot. I'm not some slut; I just had to relive myself after the crazy things that have been happening to me. Reincarnation, bank robbery, possibly murdering, money laundering...
I needed that sex. You could say that I could have just masturbated or used a dildo, but I didn't even plan this; I just drank, he wanted to do me, and I was like...'It's been a while, it would be good, and he doesn't look bad either.' You feel me?
I head to the shower and wash myself throughly, washing away the sweat and sex smell off of me, also doing my best the scratch the semen, that I can reach, out of me.
After done washing up, I look into my fridge for something to eat for breakfast. Yesterday I didn't eat anything other than a few snacks in the bar, as I didn't have any appetite. Maybe this is why I got drunk quickly.
In the fridge I found some eggs...that's it. I took that out, then after searching, I found an onion. I decided to make scrambled eggs with onion.
I cut up the onions to stripes, pour oil in a pan; put on the stove to heat it; scrambled 2 eggs, poured the onions in the pan after the oil heated up, and when the onion was good, I poured the eggs over it. I stirred the egg and onion around a bit until the eggs were stuck together, then I poured it on a plate.
I took a slice of bread, and ate it with the egg at my table. I sigh a bit as it's lonely eating alone; even tho I've been doing it for 5 years. Those fucking wars in Angola have killed my family. After searching the contact informations, I didn't find any family in the list either, so the previous owner of the body either didn't have any family either or is not on good terms with them.
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