📍 Madripoor, Southeast Asia | May 2024
They all rode a car, taking them to Sharon's place.
It was a little tight at the back since Sapphire was seated with three large men.
"Come on," Bucky placed her on his lap.
Zemo smirked as he sat in the middle of Sam and Bucky.
Sapphire narrowed her eyes at him, her eyes beginning to glow once more, making Zemo snap his head forwards.
Bucky gripped her thigh lightly, "Cut it out."
Sapphire rolled her eyes, trying to find a comfortable place for her legs due to the cramped space.
"Stop moving," Bucky grunted on her ear, holding her hips still. She was doing nothing to help his raging hard-on to calm down even for a bit.
"Your forgetting that she needs her personal space," Sam told Bucky.
"Thank you," she replied, leaning back on Bucky her ass finally bumping on his boner.
"James!" She exclaimed in a hushed voice.
"That's why stop acting like a brat and sit still," Bucky gritted on her ear quietly.
Sapphire tensed and finally followed him, feeling a little strange with the names. It's making her aroused.
Bucky smirked behind her. "Such a dirty little doll," Bucky thought.
"What are you guys murmuring about?" Sam asked.
"Nothing," Sapphire answered as they all sat in silence until they arrived wherever Sharon took them.
Sapphire let out a sexy whistle, seeing all the pieces beside Bucky, "Been so long since I saw authentic stuff."
"How would you know?" Sam asked her.
Sapphire smiled at him, "I studied with the original copy of Arithmetic of Boethius, which was made around 480-524 in the sixth century."
"Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well," Sam told Sharon as they entered the place filled with different displays.
"At some point, I thought if I had to hustle, I might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I'll get for a real Monet?" She asked.
"Easy. Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets," Sam answered.
"No. She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics," Zemo followed Sharon.
Bucky agreed with them, "It's true. You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake."
"Real stuff sits in places like this," Sapphire winked at Sam, chuckling at his ignorance while tapping at the railings as she proceeded to follow Zemo.
"Okay, guys, I see what you're doing. You're more worldly than good old Sam," Sam retorted, googling on his phone.
"Yeah. What's Google say?" Bucky asked Sam as he passed by behind him to catch up on Sapphire.
"No shit," Sam exclaimed to him.
"Come on. You guys need to change. I'm hosting clients in an hour," Sharon called out to them.
Sharon started handing them clothes. She gave a long black dress to Sapphire and a pair of matching stilettos with red bottoms.
Sapphire took it with a raised brow. "You're a lot more bustier and plump on the ass than me. Plus, you have a very slim waist that holds your wide hips. It's the only dress that would fit you," Sharon said in a compliment. "I hope the underwear fits you though. It's brand new. Bought the wrong size for me online."
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