The Russian Sex Patrol

An excerpt from The Russian Sex Patrol!

The little glass slammed heavily on the wooden table. "Done!" shouted Olmina. "I don't have to take off top!" She was drunk nonetheless, and her friend Kiska slumped beside her in an even worse shape—and topless.

Craig laughed drunkenly. The Russian sex-pot could hold her vodka all right. She might drink them under the table before losing any more clothing. "Say," Deke said to her frankly, "don't you have any other games you like to play out here?"

Olmina smiled slyly. "Why yes," she said. "Very sexy game; also requires taking off of clothes." Her beautiful eyes flashed wickedly. Kiska squeezed her own bare breasts and pulled at the nipples.

"Oh, I'm so thankful we ran into you out here," Deke said with a grin.

Craig glanced out the window of the little cabin at the snowy-white landscape. "I'm just thankful this Godforsaken frozen desert isn't patrolled by a border guard," Craig said with a slur.

Olmina and Kiska giggled drunkenly. "But we are border guard, darling!" Olmina laughed.

"Y-you? You're the border guard?" Craig stammered. Deke got up from the table, as if he could lumber over to his parka and pull his revolver before the girls could react.

"Yesss," Kiska said. "And we do good job. We've caught you now."

From under the table, Olmina held up two pairs of handcuffs. "Now we play our game," she said with a smile.