The bunker is underground, accessible only by fingerprint scan. I open it up and lead the way, Scarlett trailing behind.
A minute later, she’s in awe. Walking around the space and perving on the arsenal. I’ve never seen anything so hot as her checking out weaponry in her strappy black heels. They look like bondage on her feet and I’m hard and checking out her legs when she asks if she can throw a grenade.
“No.”
She pouts.
“What is that thing?” she points to the heavy artillery.
“That would be a bazooka.”
“A bazooka?” she shrieks and then tips her head back in a fit of laughter. “Of course your crew would have fucking bazookas.”
“We like to be prepared.”
“And what about that one?” she points to another.
“Flame thrower.”
“Right. And this?”
“That’s a Katana.”
“And what do you need a Katana for?”
“No real reason,” I admit. “They’re just cool as shite.”
She nods in agreement and traces her finger over the blunt edge of the sword’s blade.
Hard, so fucking hard.
“So what do I get to play with?” she asks.
I adjust myself in my pants and she catches me.
“Are you getting all hot and bothered?” she smiles. “Because I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t too.”
As much as I want to squeeze my cock back into her and fuck her in this room that isn’t what I brought her for. So I make the rounds and grab a few guns. Revolvers and semi-autos of different weights and calibers.
But then Scarlett points to an AK-47 on the wall.
“That one too,” she says. “I want to try it.”
Of course she does.
I grab a couple of those too and then load her down with ammo before I gesture her outside. We lay everything out on the wooden bench in front of the targets and Scarlett is antsy. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, fingers itching to touch.
“First things first,” I tell her. “We need to sort out your dominant eye.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “Tell me what to do.”
I stand behind her and reach for her arms, forming a triangle with her hands and then extending them.
“Have a look out there at that target,” I say. “And put it between that wee triangle.”
She does.
When she pulls it back, she says it’s her left eye. We test it a few more times to be sure and then continue.
