HD Categories:

Hot Turkish Videos

Dad gets to know more girls at party.

Head from the beer spilled over onto the rough table top. "There ya are lassie! Complements of Capt'n Rouge!"

Charlotte glanced at the rough looking woman. "Merci," she choked, focusing her attention back to Jean Rouge.

The wench stared down on Charlotte for a moment. "If ye don't mind me sayin' so, a bar is no place for a pretty little lass, such as yerself."

Charlotte glared at the woman. The last thing Charlotte needed was some bar wench giving her motherly advice. If there was one thing Charlotte could do it was take care of herself. Despite being 5'4", she was quite handy with a blade and knife. Rough and despicable company did not phase her one bit. "I do mind you saying so. Piss off." Charlotte said dryly.

The wench looked surprised. She tongued her one front tooth, "well I never," and walked away.

A younger man walked through the saloon doors and made his way over to Charlotte's table. "Captain LeDoux," he said with a strong french accent, "Charlotte, I hear that Red John is here in St. Lucia!" The man sat down next to Charlotte.

"I know, Martin," Charlotte pointed at Captain Rouge.

Martin followed Charlotte's finger and his eyes grew wide. "Oh."

"He's been here for a little while...bought a round of drinks for everyone."

"Damn, et I messed it!" Martin shook his head. Martin Bourge was Charlotte's first mate.

She shot him a dirty look.

He noticed and smiled. "What? The least I could do iz get a drink off of that bastard!" Martin was also Charlotte's most trusted friend. "You need to have more fun, Charlotte."

Charlotte scowled her pretty face. "I'll have fun when Rouge is dead." She pushed Martin the pint the wench had just brought her.

He grabbed the mug and slammed the beer in less than 30 seconds. Froth clung to his lip and scragly facial hair, which he liked to refer to a mustache.

"Thirsty?" Charlotte grinned but her eyes never left Rouge.

As if he could feel her eyes piercing his body, Jean Rouge looked towards Charlotte.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Rouge smiled slyly at her and got another pint of beer.

Then Charlotte's worst nightmare started coming true. Rouge was walking over to her table!

Her eyes narrowed to angry slits as he came closer. She noticed how he seemed to strut over, like he thought he was God's gift. Suddenly, Charlotte had an idea. She knew that nobody but Martin knew her in this port. "Martin, ignore everything I am about to say."

"Eh?" Martin looked at her. Charlotte's demeanor changed suddenly. She sat up in her chair. Her eyes began to sparkle, and it was the first time that Martin had ever seen her show her teeth when she smiled. They were bright white. He scratched his head.

"Hello there," Rouge called to Charlotte. He was a very handsome man.

Charlotte batted her eye lashes coyly. "Hi."

Rouge grabbed a chair with his foot and kicked it next to her. "Mind if I sit down?" His face was rugged with a five o'clock shadow that looked more to be 8 o'clock.

Charlotte smiled. "Please, sit."

Rouge sat down next to her and handed her the beer, the whole while looking at Martin. "Who's this guy?"

Martin opened his mouth to speak, but Charlotte was faster. "He's my employee, Jacques."

Why was she acting so strange, Martin thought. She was acting like she actually LIKED this bastard.

Rouge turned to Charlotte, "and what might your name be?" He spoke softly with his face just a few inches from hers. His breathe was sweet, like cloves.

"Marie, Marie Bareaux." She couldn't believe she was sitting so close to her mortal enemy. But it was clear to her that her plan would work.

"Marie," Rouge purred. "Do you know who I am?"

The nerve of this arrogant bastard. "You are Capitain Red John, are you not?"

Rouge smiled, impressed with himself that this pretty young girl knew his name. "Yes, I am. What brings a beautiful little girl like you into a hell hole such as this?"

Charlotte took a long drink of the beer. "I am a trader, and it is my business to know what people such as these want."

Rouge nodded.

2019 © pinkbunny.pro. All Rigths Reserved. All models were 0ver 18 y.o.