Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 52 The Unsightly Lump.

The big black luxury car that crosses the streets in bad shape of Omaha does not go unnoticed. In a particularly poor southern neighborhood, this kind of vehicle, which only the extremely rich can afford, outrages the residents.

Many children on empty stomachs rush forward and throw their stones at the car, who is nothing more than a reminder of the miserable conditions of their existence.
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The stones are not large, but their consequential number may damage the beautiful black paint of its representation tool. While she understands the resentment these children feel towards those who travel in such vehicles, Jane cannot satisfy them today.

The children smile at the thought of the stones hitting the beautiful body of the car, but their projectiles stop in the air before falling to the ground. Not far behind, the parents, who were also delighted to hear the sound of stones against the metal, are not so cheerful anymore.

To the former joy, panic takes over. All the adults are shouting at the children to come back, but some of the smaller ones who cannot understand the reason for this strange phenomenon cannot take their eyes off the black car that is slowly pulling away.

Jane doesn’t think she’s wrong when she says that this driver is unreliable. She doesn’t question his Transmitter abilities, but since they left, this very dubious man has spent his time spying on her.

“Retiisi, do you seem to like your dashboard very much!”

This is not going to be a restful trip. At least, that’s what the driver designated for his abilities is convinced. He should keep his eyes on the road. Especially now, because obviously, his perverse side has not escaped the little Princess, but once again, he turns his head towards the screen, in which he sees the pretty girl smiling.

“It’s not at all what you imagine, Princess. The leader has entrusted me with your safety. It is therefore my duty to keep my eyes on you as often as possible.”

Not only is this man unreliable, perverted, but he lies so naturally, he probably believes his own nonsense. Jane observes the digital control panel on her left, then with mischievous eyes, her finger lands on the button (driver surveillance.)

“And mine is to make sure you’re doing your job properly, Mr. Retiisi. So you won’t mind if I make sure you’re looking at the road more than my breasts. Also, before we get to the restaurant, please hide that unsightly lump that mysteriously appeared under your pants.”

Jane’s tone is firm and her words call for no answers, but she looks at the screen on her left with great interest. It is true that the sex of men is not particularly beautiful and yet she would like to see one more closely.

With this in mind, she directs her eyes to the face of this driver, then she sighs.

A small red light just appeared in front of the man in the black suit. He has the title of driver, but this car has autopilot. During this trip, his role will be limited to scheduling unscheduled stops such as picking up the Princess a new dress and meeting her requests, but if effectively he has to watch the road for form, in reality, it’s just comedy proper to the great of this world.

“We’ll arrive at the restaurant in two minutes Princess. For information, like all the best establishments where we will stop, it is run by the mafia. That said…”

“That said, take your eyes off my thighs and look at the road. Mafia or farmer, doesn’t matter in the slightest. As long as these people fill my belly properly, I don’t care who they are.”

After a hard fight with that overly polite man or phrases like:

“I can’t show my face in the company of the Princess… I am unworthy to walk in public near Her Highness.”

“You are worthy, you idiot. Get out of the car and accompany me to the restaurant.”

“Truly, no matter how big your heart is, I cannot decently grant you this request which would sully the image of your Highness. Thank you for your great generosity, but I have in my possession a small boar sandwich prepared by my humble self and I will be content with it.”

“I’m not a real Princess. You’re all so exhausting to call me Princess. Forget it, ’cause I know you won’t call me by my first name without Cindy’s permission. Well, here’s an order from your pretty Princess: Get your butt out of that car and be my meal companion.”

“So if it’s a direct order of my Princess, I can’t refuse it, and although I still think it’s a mistake, I’ll carry out my task as gracefully as I can.”

“Fine, then if you really want to act gracefully, start by keeping your eyes in your pocket. There’s more than a gully between your words and your actions. That’s impressive, I’ve never met anyone as doubtful as you. Tell me! Do you know why there are two generating stations positioned in front of the restaurant?”

Doubtful? Eyes in the pocket, words and actions diametrically opposed?

This series of verbal attacks is a little hard to hear for this Retiisi, who among the Red Bones, is convinced to enjoy an excellent reputation. Retiisi believes that these reproaches are due to the young age of the Princess who consequently misunderstands him.

Yes, that’s probably the reason for the misunderstanding. He quickly runs his tongue over his lips and observes for a few moments the beautiful blonde’s sensual kidney drop, then he directs his gaze towards the magnificent restaurant they are approaching.

“Mafia-run establishments are different from others. Their security is not comparable and their financial means allow them to recruit different types of people, like these two generating stations, for example.

It should not be imagined that because these establishments are under the yoke of the mafia, are frequented only by mobsters, drug dealers or murderers. In fact, it’s the opposite, Princess. The mafia sorts its guests beforehand, and then allows those with enough money to enjoy various pleasures without having to fear external threats or the bad encounters.