Mafia Girl's Sweet Trap

"Who is our next target?" Greta asked the man who was currently lying on the bed. Her eyes weren't on him at all. She was still busy with herself. She took off her panties from the tight red dress she was wearing. She walking towards the bathroom with graceful steps while taking off her gown.

She threw her panties at the man carelessly.

The black panties landed right on Vinson's face.

"Whoa! You bastard!" Vinson grunted in annoyance. He spontaneously immediately threw Gre's panties everywhere.

The V-shaped panties were now thrown far to the floor.

Gre's laughter was crisp. Even though she had entered the bathtub, her voice could still reach Vinson's ears. Because as usual, Gre again did not close the bathroom door.

"I asked you. Why you didn't answer?"

Vinson corrected his position. Now he lay on his right side so he could face Gre. Even though they are three meters apart.

“Our next target is not easy.” Vinson started to put on a serious face.

His net was like watching Gre's movements, whose hands were playing with soap suds. However, her mind was far away. He is thinking about this great mission. He realized that he was responsible for all of this. For the safety of Gre.

“Tell me and explain it!” The sexy lips said without even turning to look at the other person. Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to be busy watching her smooth hands that were already a little rough. "I need more treatment." That's what's inside. Promise her something.

"He's no ordinary official."

Gre turned to Vinson. She was furious to hear Vinson's words which seemed to warn her about being careful. Gre doesn't like it. For her, all officials in her eyes are the same. People who are hungry for power. Crazy job. But, they were the ones with the most loopholes. And Gre believes that she can enter one of these gaps.

"Is it true that all this time our targets are not ordinary officials?You know, all of them come from the elite, who sit in the seats of state officials."

Vincent sighed. He had expected beforehand that Gre's response would be like that. Gre is not a girl who has any mentality. Can't be underestimated. Not to be underestimated.

After 5 years of being her best friend, Vinson has memorized the character and every word that comes out of Gre's symmetrical lips. Assertive. Full of confidence.

"Before trying, don't ever say that he is a difficult target, or anything that leads to our failure. I don't like it!" firmly Gre gave a warning to Vinson.The best friend of her personal assistant.

"Okay. I am sorry," said Vinson in a relentless tone.

"By the way, when did he come here?" Immediately Vinson changed the topic. He asked just to make small talk.

"In a few minutes," Gre replied. She already knew who Vinson was asking.

"Okay. You have to finished everything with him. Remember, this is your last day with him."

"Then we will meet at the usual place, and I will send the data for the next target," added Vinson before looking away from the luxurious hotel room.

Meanwhile Gre was still doing her bathing ritual without responding to Vinson's farewell with a word. The net only focuses on one object. She stretched her legs straight forward. Every now and then her hand took a glass of wine that was already available right next to her. She drinks the red liquid elegantly. All day work. The self reward is quite silent like this. That's what Gre is.

A girl who is always proud of herself. Not for all the material achievements she got. But for her who has managed to get through all the pain in her life. Poor girl who hugs more wounds for 20 years according to her age. Almost no laughter. There is no place to complain about all the hard work. In fact, Gre is alone. Has no parents.

Her thoughts ended when her cell phone rang. She took the flat object on the nightstand beside her. Unknown number calls. No name. But she already knew who was calling he.

One of her slender fingers pressed the loudspeaker button. "Hello, Honey?" A small smile appeared on her thin lips.

She was silent for a moment. Give space to the other person to say something. Gre nodded repeatedly. Accept all the words of the man.

"Wait for me in the hotel room we ordered. I'll be there in 10 minutes," He said to Greta before he hung up.

Gre smiled lopsidedly. She finished her shower and came out of the bath wearing a white hotel kimono towel. Prepare to welcome an elite official who has become her target this week. It's time for Gre to weaken him.

Her smile smirked. She can't wait to pounce on its prey.

The hotel door opened. The old man entered the room. Grea greeting with her sweet smile. Gre was wearing black lingerie. She walking over to Shamir. A reliable political fighter. Reportedly, Shamir made a mistake that was not detected by law. Laundering billions of money. Losing the country. That's why, right now he was in the luxurious room with Gre.

The old man smiling widely. He quickly took off his official coat so that his distended stomach could be seen. His chest is not broad. His eyes were only fixed on the beautiful body of the girl who was now in front of him One word that came out of his mouth for Gre. "SEXY!"

Gre arrived in front of the man. The man who was shorter than him. She wrapped her arms around Shamir's neck. She exhaled slowly. On purpose. To lure the prey.

Shamir swiftly carried Gre's light body onto the bed. On top of Gre. Like a carnivore who finds fresh meat, Shamir kisses every point of stimulation on Gre's body. Meanwhile the girl was silent. Let the prey win first.

Shamir stopped. His eyes stared at Gre. "I will cum to you."

Greta smiling. "Yes. But according to your previous promise, Dear. Gre's one hand gently caressed the hard lump from under Shamir's pants. It made the man flinch a little.

"W-well, Wait a minute, please," answered Shamir. He got off Gre's body, reached into his pants pocket and took out his smart gadget.

Instantly Greta's cell phone vibrated. Indicates a message has been received from Shamir. It contained information about his bank account. As per their previous agreement, Gre requested it with the excuse that nothing was hidden from their relationship. Like the relationship in the millennial era in general. Transparent, even when it comes to personal information.

For the sake of the groin, finally Shamir complied with Gre's request.

“Congratulations! You have fallen into my trap!” Gre said in her heart.

"Are you ready, Honey? Let's do it." Shamir pressed against Gre's body roughly. However, Gre tried to brush it off. Making Shamir stop. Surprised by this mistress.

"What is it?" He asked with a furrowed brow.

Gre took a sitting position. Take a small syringe from under the bra. Without saying a word, she directly injected the anesthetic into Shamir's arm. In just seconds, the old man was unconscious.