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Mobster Girls II: Dubai

Added 2023-01-03 10:31:31 +0000 UTC

When corporate negotiations at the highest level fail, it is common to use the services of third parties to close deals that weren´t at shareholders' meetings.

The company's senior lawyer is assaulted in the corridors of her hotel.

Her strangled body, dragged towards the toilets...

Where her murderer impersonates her.

She meets with her partner, to "visit" one of the CEO's in the company.

The directive (who doesn't usually pay attention to her low-level staff) begins to order them around, taking the woman in red for one of her secretaries. "Tomorrow I have a vital meeting with the top management in Dubai, I want all the points on my balance sheet reviewed, twice".

But she is strangled to death by the killer in disguise.

"She's dead," she says.

"Well, let's proceed. Let's take her body next to the other one."

"I bet this bitch needed an assistant even to put on her sanitary towels," mumbles the woman in red, dragging the lifeless body across the carpet.

As with the lawyer, the executive is stripped naked. Her identity is supplanted by her assassin.

The next day, both women show up in Dubai, at the company's headquarters. The entrance is guarded by a heavily armed private security team.

The woman at the checkpoint asks them for identification, speaking English with a strong Arabic accent... But the "lawyer" strangles her using the window of the vehicle.

She kicks and curses between gurgles for a few minutes. Her gun falls to the ground.

Shortly afterwards, his body is left hanging out of the window.

"She is dead" confirms the "lawyer".

"Was it necessary?" replies the "executive".

"Oh, of course is it... one less armed woman is one less problem for us..."

After leaving the sentry's body hidden behind some rubbish bins, the two women make their way inside the building.

"Well, if they didn't recognise us at the entrance, I guess our covers are useless... I think this could come in handy..." says the "executive", picking up the assault rifle, meanwhile her partner takes the handgun.

Another couple enters the building through the main entrance, where the receptionist asks for their IDs.

"Of course, here you go"

"If I were in charge here, I would seriously review the security protocols..." comments the blonde.

"Stop playing and take this, I've found where the assault weapons are kept," her partner replies.

"OK, let's get to work!

The "executive" and the "lawyer" are joined by two other women, who have come to the building by a different route. The group uses one of the secondary entrances, through an underground passage, probably less guarded.

But they run headlong into a member of the security team.

"Hey stop there! Where are you going? Leave those guns in the gro..."

A leaden shower cuts her short.

"I'll keep this..." comments one of the four, taking the rifle from the guard.

"You go through the emergency exit, there should be an access on each floor. See you upstairs," she orders one of her colleagues.

But the building is heavily guarded and the woman is discovered by another guard, probably attracted by the gunfire.

She does not hesitate to shoot, bringing down the suspect.

Between moans and bloody sputum, the wounded woman pleads for her life "No..., please don't! I surrender!"

But it is in vain

"Fucking spy... I'll get promoted for this."

Although her joy is short-lived...

...and she is mercilessly shot in the back.

With a certain amount of ferocity, on the part of the blonde woman...

"Damn, I think this is going to stir up a hornet's nest.... "

Indeed, a patrol of guards comes after hearing the sound of gunfire downstairs.

Meanwhile in the hall of the building...

"I didn't think this would be so easy..."

"Hush, someone's coming"

The lift door opens after a beep.

"Mmmm... Este no está mal... Me pregunto si los hombres árabes tienen la polla tan grande como se dice... Mmm? What!?"

The distracted guard will never know the truth about Arab cocks.

"I hit her in the eye!"

"Yeah... Nice shot!"

"Your prize is to get this bitch out of here and take her along with the other one, ha ha!" jokes the brunette.

"All right, haha, I'll do it."

The two women go to the eighth floor, where the security team has the server with the security recordings.

What they don't know is that the head of security has been monitoring them the whole time, and she is waiting for them.

"Welcome to Dubai, ladies..."

The brunette feels how her toes crinkle inside her high heels...

...before being shot at point-blank range.

She collapses, dead before she hits the ground, landing on her ass in the blood of the blonde guard.

OK, OK, I give up! The other woman drops to her knees, not wanting to end up shot like her partner.

"You come with me, you fucking western whore...."

"Aaah! Get off me bitch!"

"Over there I hear gunshots... I guess you didn't come alone..."

mumbles the Arab woman, tearing her prisoner's blouse.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

En efecto, detrás de las puertas de las escaleras de emergencia se libra una auténtica batalla. La brusca irrupción de la jefa de seguridad y su escudo humano capta la atención de todos.

"¡No, no disparen, soy americana, soy de los suyos!

But she is machine-gunned, her pleas falling on deaf ears.

"...AaAaAaaAAAaaAagghk...!"

Once she has outlived her usefulness, the blonde's body is tossed like a rag doll down the stairwell.

Her body shatters with a sound of breaking bones as it hits the ground several floors below.

All traces of stealth have vanished in this operation. The intruders are trying to advance.

The most daring of them is stopped in her tracks as she peers up the stairs.

She rolls down the stairs.

Sprawled lifelessly on the cold steps, her bladder empties as her companions pass over her, paying little attention.

The security team personnel recoil, setting a trap for them.

In which they fall squarely.

The "lawyer" is nailed to the door

But the "executive" is more patient and waits a second.

Taking advantage of the second of confusion from her opponents, she sweeps them both away.

The "executive" continues to move forward, firing without hesitation.

The last two guards lie riddled on the floor, one of them has inadvertently wet her panties.

And the head of security has been injured too, although she is still alive.

"Executive" drags her grabbing her by the boots. She moans and whines, begging for mercy and insulting her in equal measure.

"Let's give you a taste of your own medicine, pig!"

"No please, I'll do what you want, but don't rape me..."

"No one is going to rape you, Arab whore! I just want you to die showing your fake boobs to the world!" taunts the "executive" strangling her weakened prisoner at the edge of the railing.

"Gggaah..."

She dies quickly, and her body is pushed, falling down the stairwell.

She lands with a crunch of bones, next to Heidi's corpse.

The executive reloads her pistol, stealing ammunition from the dead guards.

And she heads towards the attic of the building.

That is where the main CEO of the company has her personal penthouse.

She is shot by way of welcome, which narrowly misses.

But "executive" is an expert markswoman.

And she does not fail

After disarming his target, shee wounds her in the knee.

"Now you are mine..."

"Who are you, what do you want... aaaghh!"