Chapter 103: A pornography party (1)

I park my car in the parking lot outside the East Suburb Villa district, jump out of the car and enter the door under the suspicious eyes of two security guards. They hesitate for a moment, one of them asks me: “Sir…”

I make an arrogant appearance, give him a cold look and continue to walk in. The man next to him pulls his companion, and I hear his whispering: “Hey… Is your first day working here?! Maybe it’s another richer to look for his lover. You fool! Their mistresses are all living here and are taken care of by these wealthy people!”

There are about dozens of villas around here. According to the western style, each villa has its own garage, even gardens and courtyard walls. Several of them are built on the hillside and belong to scenic houses. After I go in, I look for the number of the house plate carefully.

It’s completely dark, European-style street lights are all on, and a group of uniformed security guards are patrolling in the distance. I find that there are camera probes at intervals.

I finally find the door number Dorra mentioned in the phone and walk over carefully.

The building in front of me is obviously much larger than other villas, with courtyard walls outside. I can only stand at the gate and look inside. The garden is big and there is a separate swimming pool outside. Next to it are some conifers. I pick up my mobile phone and dial Dorra again. There’s still no answer. I do not hesitate to walk quietly along the courtyard wall for a while, and observing the camera probe overhead at the same time. Finally, a blind spot of cross camera probe is found. Looking around, there’s no security patrolling nearby.

The courtyard wall is of iron grille type, with a pointed top and a slightly curved hook, about two meters high. But this kind of courtyard wall can’t stop me. I reach out and grab a fence, with my arms exerting, my body is flying to the air. Then the other hand is reaching over and holding on to the top and turning over. There’re several centimeters away from the top of the courtyard wall, I’ve already jumped over it.

As soon as I land, I squat down and look around. The gate is about twenty steps behind me. There’s a camera on it, but it isn’t facing me. I breathe a sigh of relief and lean toward the villa building along the shadows under a row of trees beside me.

In the evening, standing outside, I can see the brilliant lights and the deafening music coming out. The window is full of the men and women’s shadows. It seems they are making a party. The swimming pool outside is dry and there is no water inside it. This season is winter after all, and the open-air swimming pool is idle.

The garage beside the villa is very big, and the garage alone occupies almost more space than other villas here! But obviously there are many people come here tonight, because the garage door is open and there are three cars parking side by side, one of which is still a relatively rare open sports car. Outside the garage, there are also a row of road racing motorcycles and two Harley motorcycles parking side by side!

I bend down, a quick trot, along the front wall of the villa run to the garage. Make sure no one sees me. I dodge into the garage.

I check around it, find a drawer on a tool rack in the corner. Although it is locked, I pull it hard and force it to open. Then I find a torch with a long metal handle. It’s pretty weighed in my hand. I hold it within my back hand, stuff in along the sleeve of my coat and attach to my arm.

I know that there’s a door in the garage that is accessible to the interior. I pull the door. Fortunately, the door is unlocked!

I open the door and just about to walk up a few steps, I hear footsteps are coming from. I’m shocked and hurrying back to hide behind the door.

With the sounds of footsteps, a man comes out first, his hands seem to be carrying something heavy, follow him is another man. I hide behind the door and see that the two guys are carrying a girl!

There’s no light in the garage. The light is very dark, but I have stayed in this dark environment for a while. My eyes have adapted to the surrounding, so I can see clearly.

The two men are lifting the girl’s hands and feet. The girl’s long hairs are dropping down on the ground. The whole person is unconscious. I don’t know whether she is faint or drunk. I can’t see her face clearly, but only by hearing, I realize that the girl is breathing fast and of different lengths.

The two men lay her heavily on the floor, both gasping. Suddenly, one of them is laughing lewdly.

I can smell a strong mixture of alcohol and tobacco from these three people.

The two men are a little frivolous and tired. They lay down the girl. The man who’s just laughing says: “Damn, this girl won’t die, will she?”

Another man is shaking his head and saying with gasping: “Won’t! Don’t scare me. It shouldn’t be. But don’t expect her to be able to recover until tomorrow morning. Damn it. It’s all your fault. You are far too much! This girl doesn’t seem to have taken any that thing. How much did you put in her wine just now?”

“Just half a pill!”

“Half a pill?! Stop fucking me! I saw your hand shake. How much did it fall? Damn it, although it’s usually not very effective! But if it cause her die here, it would be a big deal!”

The other man stops laughing. He’s reaching out to the girl on the ground and touching her breast for a while.

“It’s all right. There are heartbeatings. This girl is just drunk and faint.”

The two men are silent for a while. The man puts his hand on the girl’s chest on the ground and suddenly whispering: “Damn, she’s still twisting around and fussing!”

“Fuck!” Another man is laughing and scolding, “You fucking fool! Just look at this girl’s face, I’m just not interested. Do you like a woman with such a appearance?”

The other man is laughing wildly and saying: “Damn! But she’s really in good shape. You just touch to feel!”

Standing behind the door, I watch two men squat down, unfasten the clothes of the semi-comatose girl on the ground, and they reach up and down repeatedly to touch her upper body. The girl on the ground has obviously lost her self-consciousness, wriggling a few times, and groaning meaninglessly in her mouth.

In the darkness, one man is laughing: “Can’t help it! Just make it now, damn it! Open the car door and do it right here. Hah… hah… hah…”

The two men’s voices become lower and lower, and suddenly there is a light. It turns out that one man takes out a lighter and lighting.

By the dim light of the lighter, I see the girl’s face on the ground. I’m somewhat familiar with it. I’m stunned before I have recognized that she’s a classmate of Dorra. I met her before, and she was also a little messy.

Seeing that two men have already lifted the girl to a car, I touch the long-handled torch in my hand and quietly sneaking to them from behind. Neither of them notices that I am approaching quietly. I stretch out an arm and pull a man’s neck from behind. With a bang, he falls backwards, the hands which are lifting the girl’s leg loosen. I stand aside and take the torch in the other hand slam to the back of the other man’s head.

Bang!

The man is falling softly to the ground with a hum! The man whose neck I’m strangling, his eyes are almost staring out. I drop him on the ground and kick him on the head. He’s fainting too.

I’m relieved and touch to feel the pulse under the girl’s neck on the ground.

This girl is completely unconscious, twisting like a dying snake. But she can not wake up, just trembling twists, with saliva coming out from the mouth, looks like kind of epileptic.

I’ve seen too many of these cases in some discos or pubs in the past. I know it is the reason of the potency after taking the drug. I guess she’s going to be like this for a while, and I’m not interested to care about this little messy is living or dead.

After take a breath, I immediately enter the house through the garage door.

Push the door open, and immediately hear the deafening music coming from inside. The strong and shocking rhythm almost makes my ears ring!

It’s a big living room, about seventy or eighty square meters! The sofas in the living room are all moved to the edge. Nearly twenty men and women are twisting with the music. The air is filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol. From a distance, under the lamplight, the air in the room seems to have circles of lightly blue smoke. I make a slight distinction. There’s a faint smell of burned marijuana in the air!!

Aren’t these guys afraid of choking to death?

I see another female classmate of Dorra at a glance. It’s the girl with many earrings and explosive head. Although there are many people there, but her appearance is so striking that I quickly find her in the crowd. She’s holding her hands against the wall. Her head is shaking and her buttocks are twisting.

In the whole hall on the first floor, with so many people there, none of them is awake. They’re all likly having taken drugs! I even see a man with a silly smile on his face, half of his shirt is taken off, holding a large glass of wine in his hand, standing with giggles, several steps forward and then he’s falling down on the sofa. On the sofa, a girl is shaking her head unconsciously and hugging that man. Then they are wiggling wildly, screaming and tearing each other’s clothes.

I have understood it completely without thinking about it!

It’s a pornography party! And a drug party too!

Looking at the scene in front of me, my heart has surged with rage and anger!

Dorra!

This girl! How could she come to such a party?!