The rope had been too short after all, and she'd come up fifteen feet short of the ground, but Dasha was made for this sort of thing, she kicked off her high heels and then let go of the rope, dropping onto the top of a waiting cab. The driver inside stuck his head out immediately to see what in the world had just hit his cab and was greeted with sight of a sexy blonde woman dressed in no more than lingerie and a huge black dick between her legs. Dasha let him stare, she jumped back down to the street , her bare feet landing in the cold slushy puddle but she barely noticed. Her adrenaline was peaked and she had the pressing matter of armed men a few stories above her. She opened the cab door and got in.<br/><br/>"What the fuck?" The cabbie asked.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it....drive now, drive fast!" She commanded and slapped a large amount of rubles down on the seat back.<br/><br/>"What do you mean? You just dropped from the sky dressed like that and..." He questioned her, still flabbergasted but the cracks of automatic gun fire came from above them and that seemed to do the trick of getting the man back on task. "Drive now fool!" She commanded and he pegged the accelerator and the car took off. He thankfully was smart enough to take the next available corner and so they were spared any actual shots hitting the vehicle.<br/><br/>"Holy shit! vhat was that about? You a working girl or something? You pissed off the wrong client?" The cabbie asked, his voice shivering from excitement. His driving wasn't much better at this point because Dasha had to point out a pedestrian at the last second and the man swerved, almost wrecking the car, to miss her.<br/><br/>"Yes, that is correct.....I am an expensive call girl, whom said that her client had a small dick. The man, who was a powerful Bratva (<span style="font-style: italic">Russian mafia</span>) member and he had his men try an kill me for the offense." Dasha lied, and easily so, seeing how the man had practically given her an alibi. "Now please take this next right, and then two blocks up I want you to take another right, do you understand? I want you to pay attention to your driving, I just survived falling out of a building while men shot guns at me, I don't want to die in your fucking shitty car!" " She said in the same stern tones.<br/><br/>The truth was regular people were fairly easy to control in emergency situations. The respond to direct orders stated in an authoritative tone, something like 95% of humans do exactly what they are told to do when things got 'hairy'. It their minds coping mechanism that takes over and they simply comply. Dasha of course was in that 5%, she always managed to keep the analytical part of her mind while managing to keep her impulses in check when things got crazy. That is why she was so good at what she does.<br/><br/>Dasha watched out the rear window for several miles, making sure that they hadn't been followed. When she felt good about it, she leaned back into the seat and let out a sigh of relief. Her body was jacked, she was pumping on pure adrenaline and the surges were making her head numb. Not that it was her first time, jumping out of 5 story windows while just holding on to a rope was still a lot of excitement.  Now  you add in just having killed a notorious General and then got away with it while men were shooting at her and you've got a real turn on. Dasha was still wet from sucking the fat man's cock. She needed relief and she needed it now.<br/><br/>Dasha pulled the straps of the deadly dildo off and removed it so she could get at her heaving mound. Her middle and ring finger clenched together and found a familiar spot deep inside her sticky crevice. She saw the cabbie taking note in the rear view mirror but she let him watch for a second or two before scolding him again, "Hey Idiot, I said 'eyes on the fucking road'!" It didn't take long, if there was anyone better at getting her off than herself, she hadn't met them yet.<br/><br/>Dasha climaxed in the cab's back seat, staining it with her juices as she pumped her fingers and rubbed her clit with her thumb. She lay back gasping , but only for the briefest of seconds. She came to and regained her composure. "Ok, right up here....you see that building? right there!" She said still gasping a little.<br/><br/>Dasha got out of the cab leaving the last of her emergency funds she kept in her bra. He thanked her, apparently still in a daze. She strode into the alley way and reached into the dumpster, rooting around in the garbage for a second before bring up a knapsack. Out of the bag she pulled clothing and began to dress. The boots felt great, although she'd physically trained herself to withstand extreme temperatures, it still wasn't fun walking around Moscow barefoot in the winter. Once dressed she threw the disguise and deadly dildo into the backpack and was off running toward her next destination.<br/><br/>She stopped outside the hotel she'd been stationed in while on this assignment. She took her time and caught her breath until she could compose herself. Once calm she strode inside and waved a polite hello to the receptionist as she was a registered guest. Dasha, now sporting her trimmed black hair looked like any other Russian college student on vacation to this hotel, and that is exactly what she was. She calmly rode the elevator up to the 6th floor and got out, walking past some dumpy little nurse whom was escorting an older man to their rooms on either side of her. Dasha pulled out the hotel key and walked up to her door,<span style="font-weight: bold">#612</span>. She entered and locked it behind her.