Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 51 A Driver Under Pressure

02 June 2171 – 06h30am

“Your luggage is already in the trunk of the car and knowing that your stomach probably won’t leave you alone for more than two hours, I’ve prepared several packages of cakes for you in the back. This man will accompany you until you reach New York. It’s called, Retiisi, it’s a Transmitter, S-rank which like you, if necessary, can fool the mental wave detectors.

I’ll join you as soon as I get my affairs in order and that I will have prepared a suitable replacement. In the meantime, I’m counting on you to do whatever is necessary to complete your mission. Jane, don’t sulk like that, you’re not beautiful.”

That huge black car is effectively a product from this century. The object without wheels is floating above the ground. As for its overly aerodynamic shape, Jane finds it simply disconcerting.

Leaving so early for the northern United States, does not delight the young girl. In spite of all the time spent locked up in this base, she was hoping to confine herself a little longer to share the pleasant moments she and Cindy have had over the last few weeks.

She hasn’t left yet, but already, Jane looks with nostalgia at the virtual sun which already at this hour illuminates the large hall. Remembering the stupid thought she had when she arrived here, she emits a discreet cute laugh.

Cindy can simulate, be a strong leader who sends one of her men on a mission without feeling the slightest sense of loss, but when she hears Jane’s laughter, she can’t resist the impulses of her heart and takes her Princess in her arms.

No matter how many of Red Bones’ members are gathered here. At the moment she doesn’t care about her so-called, big picture of leader and without any complexes she steals Jane’s mouth.

Jane tastes Cindy’s tongue which has slid on hers with immense pleasure. Yet, as their two tongues intertwine, Jane pushes the one that sends her away without mercy.

“It’s time for me to go. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me Cindy, I won’t forget this. I’ll do my best to get as much information as I can and try to move up in northern society by representing our secret society. If I have the opportunity to eliminate designated targets, I will also do so with great pleasure. I’ll be waiting for you there, so don’t be too long or I may forget you, bye.”

With angry, Cindy watches Janes’s little butt, who today opted for a very short yellow dress. That little cruel girl, she’s doing it this way to spite her.

Cindy, knows that deep down inside, Jane, she’s not at peace either. More serene, her smile comes back on her lips and she doesn’t take her eyes off Jane, until the beautiful girl enters the back of the luxury car she brought from England.
for visiting.

Her fleet of cars is well stocked, however, when Jane saw all the models she had presented to her, she simply said, “A pile of rubbish. Only English cars are suitable for my noble person. For my entrance to be noticed, it will be a British luxury model or nothing.”

Following Jane’s rejection earlier, whispers came from her back, but Cindy, immersed in the memory of that day, don’t care. As the big black car pulls away and heads for the biggest elevator, Cindy, who bursts out laughing, feels her mouth contract before her eyes are drowned by the tears that invade them.

09:45am

This car isn’t aesthetically beautiful, its interior is a bit strange, but it’s particularly comfortable. Jane who measures 5.64ft can stand upright without any trouble. Now, to the sound of metallic music that she didn’t know existed before, she expels all her sadness by wiggling her buttocks and arms at a frantic pace.

11:50am

“Princess, we’re going to take a break in this town to enjoy a nice meal.”

Slumped in the backseat, lying on top of more than ten empty cake packs, sweaty Jane hardly turns her head towards that Retiisi she’d completely forgotten about. Her raging dance has totally drained her of all her strength, but when word, (meal), reaches her ears reddened by the excess of effort, Jane sits down immediately.

“Have you chosen any good restaurants? I mean, as the number two in our secret society, Princess of the Hanumans on our base and representative of the Red Bones, it would be highly inappropriate to take me to the first cheap restaurant along the way.”

The handsome, 30-year-old brown-eyed man, who was reduced to the role of chauffeur to a young girl, quickly takes his eyes off the dashboard, where he could see live, Jane massaging her aching thighs. This Hanuman usually occupies the glorious position of vice captain of the Transmitters, but he’s still a man who can’t remain insensitive in the face of this all too tempting vision.

“Of course Princess. Until we reach Springfield, you can enjoy the best restaurants and hotels that our leader has specially selected for you. If I can allow me this little comment : Perhaps it wouldn’t be a bad idea to change your dress before you go to dinner.”

This car is really huge. This Retiisi is more than 8.5 feet away from her, he speaks slowly and his voice is anything but high but thanks to the amplifiers, Jane can hear him as if he were next to her. He’s not wrong. That dress that sticks to her skin would not be appropriate for entering a chic restaurant.

The poor man’s mouth opens wide. His traitorous eyes, which are still moving towards the dashboard without his consent, cannot leave the beautiful girl who takes off her little dress.

Retiisi’s suddenly too hot. Jane’s breasts aren’t big, but her body is simply divine. Forgetting the road, he imagines himself grabbing the delicate hips of this beauty and throwing her on a bed.

“Oh, I forgot my other outfits are in the trunk. Could you stop and open bag number five and bring me the red dress? I almost forgot! Thanks for take me a little panties too. Mine is so wet I could fill a 1 litre bottle if I squeezed it.”