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Milo glanced at the wolf that was sitting in the cocktail chair in front of him. Primo kept him in his place by pushing his strong tiger paws down at his shoulders. This was not necessarily a measure to keep councilman Richards in check - There was no place for him to run away anyways. The only thing of clothing the wolf had managed to put on before Milo and Primo stormed his hotel room was a pair of white briefs which promptly turned yellow the moment Primo grabbed and dragged him onto the chair. This was perfect. Richards was an even bigger pushover than Milo had expected. Milo fumbled in the pocket of his jacket and got a KODIAK-camera out of it. He took a few steps backwards and looked through the camera's viewfinder. "Just let me take some pictures of you and your victim, Mr. Richards. I just want to make sure that we are on the same level when we are about to talk about this situation." Milo shot as many pictures as the film inserted into the camera allowed. "I mean - this hotel is owned by the Monaldo-family. We don't want any more trouble. You and your folks have troubled us enough recently." Every flash of the camera hurt Richard's eyes like a sudden streak of migraine. After Milo had finished shooting he handed the camera over to a bystanding stallion. "Bring this over to Rosenfarb's to have the pictures developed and copied. They owe us a favor." The stallion nodded and left the room. Milo then took place on another cocktail chair that was standing vis-a-vis to the chair Richards was sitting on. He bend himself forward a little and lowered his head a little before he started to talk. "Councilman Richards. You know what you have done?" Milo turned his head towards the bed in the room. On the bed lay the body of a deer. He was laying there on his stomach with his legs spread apart. His tail was raised and his butthole, widened and stained with councilman Richard's cum, seemed to beg for sloppy seconds. Unfortunately the deer was dead. His antler-less head was still stuck in the sturdy plastic bag that he had been suffocated with. Richards, who had a lump in his throat, had troubles to form words. He simply nodded and whimpered. Milo smiled at him. "You know what happens if this gets public. The shame you put on your family ... You are the fifth councilman from your family. And some people say that it is very likely that you have the potential to be the future lord mayor of our city. But that would be the least of your problems. You will be put on trial for this and soon you will have to rest your head on the chopping block. Maybe you even get a public execution. And - wham - you are dead just like that whore and you've ruined the public image of your family forever. Why have you done this?" Richards tried to collect his thoughts. "I ... I ... don't know. I was so drunk. All I remember is that I fucked him after we arrived at the hotel ... We had some drinks ... "

"And what about the plastic bag? Your little innocent kink?", Milo raised his left eyebrow.

"Oh, dammit. I just like it to buy me sex. The plastic bag just gives me a feeling of power ... I never intended to ...", Richards tried to get up in his panic, but Primo's sharp claws kept in firmly in his position.

Milo tried to calm him. "Speaking from wolf to wolf, Mister Richards: I sometimes felt these urges too. Especially when meddling with prey my instincts tell me to sink my teeth into its throat. But I never do this. We are civilized and not barbaric."

Richards nodded and a tear formed in his left eye. "I'm so sorry ..."

"It's too late for being sorry, I'm afraid. You as a politician should know that you shouldn't cry about spilled milk. Let's try to make the best out of this situation." Milo felt like a good businessman now.

"But I killed this deer!", Richards yelled.

Milo laughed. "Shh, not so loud. There are other guests in the hotel too. Just think a little bit about yourself. You don't care much about the prostitute ... By the way, his name was Karl, and he was one of my best assets in this business ... You only care about yourself. All you think about is the public shame and your head that is going to roll. Am I right?"

Richards took a deep gulp. What the wolf had said was not one hundred percent true. But he was actually more afraid about what was going to happen to himself than about the fate of the entertainment he had chosen for the night. He lowered his head and finally came to the conclusion that his fate was now in the hands of the mafia. Was this better than just to drive home, park the car in the garage and put a hose on the exhaust and take a relaxing sleep on the driver's seat? Probably. But they were not going to let him go home anyways. "I'm not sure ... Can you help me, please?"

"If we wouldn't want to help you, we would have you handed over to the police already. We want to be good friends of you. Also see it as a sign of our goodwill, considering how you and your friends in the council treated our family recently. I personally will take care of your victim's body. No one will ever hear about this little incident."

Richards sighed in relief. "What do you expect from me in return?"

"As you may know the Don Monaldo is facing a hearing in front of the council because of corruption charges. We need somebody from the council who puts in good words for us then. Also it would be nice if you inform us about the internal ongoings behind the hearing. I bet that some of those involved are just as depreciated as you."

Richardson held his paws in front of his face. "Is ... is that everything?"

"There's one more thing. The Don's youngest son and his best friend have been murdered by the henchmen of your judicial system. This old honorable man is still shedding tears over his dead son was studying to become a businessman like his father. A close friend and business associate was killed in the process too. We want to hear some words of apology for this. This is the personal part."

Richardson nodded again.

"Be assured that you can always ask me for help if you stick your paws into sticky business again. But if you should fail us you can expect to see photos I made in tomorrow's newspaper. Got it?" Milo reached out his paw to shake paws with Richardson. Richardson sighed and shaked Milo's paw. "Got it."

"Very good." Milo stood up from his chair and went to the telephone which was located on the nightstand. He dialed up a number that was not listed on the directory next to the phone. After a few rings he spoke into the telephone receiver. "Jimmy? Yes, we are done here. Please bring us a laundry trolley." In the meanwhile Richardson gazed at the dead body on the bed again. He thought to himself that it was a shame that he could not remember much of killing that deer. He would like to fuck that dead butt again. He blushed under his fur for thinking like that. The tip of his cock which had emerged from its sheath touched the fabric of the urine soaked briefs he was wearing. He wished that he was more adventurous. Maybe his new 'friends' would support him? Moments later a rhino in black suit pushed the requested laundry trolley into the room. He nodded towards the guys in the room. "Hey, boss. Is that the whore Mister Richards killed?" "Yes, Jimmy.", Milo answered. "My name is James!", Jimmy said in an angry voice and began to load the dead body into the trolley. Primo the tiger then let loose of Richardson's shoulder to support the rhino.

"Anyway, ", Milo sat down again, "After we got rid of this little problem Jimmy will lead you up to the penthouse suite. You can stay there for the rest of the day. Have some drinks, take a long shower, sleep, take some pills. We have everything there to get you back on track."

The body of the deer fell into the trolley. Jimmy took up the blankets from the bed to hide the body under it. Then Jimmy asked Richardson to follow him up the penthouse suite. Richardson gazed at the trolley for the last time and left the room together with the rhino. After Jimmy had closed the door behind them Milo slouched in his chair. "How about a smoke, Primo? Sit down, please. You've been on your feet for quite some time now." Primo sat down and offered Milo one of his cigarettes. "You look rather satisfied, boss." Milo produced his best wolfish grin. "Oh yes, it's a shame that you missed most of the night." The tiger smiled too. "Had to watch two guys who stole from us dig their own grave. What happened? Did he really kill Karl by himself?" Milo grinned even broader now. "No. But I'd like to tell you what happened." Primo produced a ring of smoke and nodded.

"Well, I decided to look after our club in Rijnsburg and to check out what our whores are doing. As soon as I entered the VIP-lounge at the "Wilde Times" I noticed councilman Richardson sitting there. I sat down at the bar to catch a drink. And while I was sipping at my scotch I concocted my plan. I Just knew that I had to take this chance. I talked to Billy the bartender. He told me the Richardson had visited the club quite frequently in the recent weeks and that he never left without a prostitute. Then I noticed Karl who was looking for clients. I asked Billy to tell Karl to meet me at the back room. A few minutes later we met. Karl was rather afraid after I told him that I knew that he does not always pay the ten percent of his income to us as he is obliged to. But I said to him that we are going to overlook this if he was going to help me this night. So I called Jimmy at the hotel and reserved a room for Karl and Richardson. Karl then went on to ensnare Richardson. After ten minutes he was already sitting on the wolf's lap. That man really quickly loses the control over himself when he gets horny. My next step was to send Billy to their table offering him a free night at Jimmy's hotel because he's such a loyal visitor to the club. Richardson hesitated a little, but of course he accepted the offer - politicians dig free stuff. They emptied their glasses and disappeared from the lounge."

Primo handed Milo another cigarette. "And what happened then?"

"Of course I can't tell you what happened exactly while they were at the hotel room. But if you look at Karl's ass you can tell that Richardson probably fucked him pretty good. But Karl did a really good job here. I told him to order two order two drinks from the room service. One for himself and a different one for Richardson. Jimmy then laced the one for Richardson with one of his sleeping pills. Luckily the deer was clever enough to get this right. After Richardson fell onto the bed Karl grabbed a towel and rushed to the supply room a few doors next to the hotel room where Jimmy and I were waiting for him."

"Wait, so Richardson did not kill Karl by himself?" Primo bend forwards in his chair.

"No, no, we weren't that lucky. Originally I had planned to order Jimmy to snap the deer's neck. That poor bastard had no chance of me let him live after betraying us for our money. He told us that Richardson was asleep now. He was quite excited and out of breath. I asked him why he was so breathless. He told us that Richardson took the plastic waste bag from the room's dustbin and put it over his head. Luckily Karl had his antlers sewn off. Karl did not want this at first but Richardson insisted on doing it. Karl, the good prostitute he was, obliged and the wolf shot his load into his rear shortly before he was about to pass out. I asked Karl if he liked that. Karl took of the towel that he had wrapped around his hip to show us his erection and said that he enjoyed it more than he thought before. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Jimmy who was standing in front of a rack full of housekeeping utensils. I said to Karl that he did a very good job ... But there was something else to talk about before I would give him further instructions."

Primo's cigarette was almost burned down while he had taken only a few puffs from it. "Now it gets interesting?"

"Yes! He knew what I was talking about, but before he could say anything Jimmy had already grabbed one of the trash bags from behind him. Karl noticed that but Jimmy was faster than him. The old rhino slipped the bag over the deer's head. He tried to free himself. But if there's some guys whose grip you can't escape its yours and Jimmy's."

"True dat!", Primo smiled as the ash from his cigarette fell down onto the table.

"He struggled and kicked with his legs which I ended by stepping onto his feet. I yelled at him, telling him that I won't accept a whore who's effectively stealing money from us. We were there to protect him, but he betrayed us. I heard muffled words from underneath the bag. But his air ran out quickly, when he breathed in the bag wrapped smoothly around his cute little maw. Then I told him that I'll make it easier for him as he did a good job. I grabbed his cock. I don't know if it was still wet from when Richards fucked him or if he really enjoyed his way to die. It was so wet and slippy that I could easily jerk him off. After a few streaks up and down his dick he became much more docile - maybe it was the lack of air - and I was able to fondle his fluffy white balls. His cock began to twitch and his balls grew smaller. The moment he came I let loose of him so he could ejaculate freely. He made quite the mess in the supply room and passed out quickly after. Jimmy hold him tight for a few minutes. After that we put Karl back into the hotel room and placed him next to the sleeping Richardson. We also put the plastic bag back on his head. And then I called you."

Primo rubbed his chin. "But what if Richardson had remembered that Karl was still alive when he last saw him?"

Milo put out his cigarette. "I was worried about that too. But Jimmy's sleeping pills are for rhinos. Richardson can be happy that he remembers what happened during the last three months. Now everything we have to do is to make a little trip to the dog food factory and call it a day."

The tiger shrugged. "Freddie would be proud of you!"

Milo pondered. Yes, that's why he wanted a apology from the council. Anthony Monaldo had always been indirectly asked for being killed. He was a little creep. But the Don really was a broken man since Anthony, Freddie and William had been executed. Since then the Don's oldest son Nicky was running the family business. Milo himself had climbed even higher in the family since Freddie died. But most of all he missed the big bad old wolf.

"Yes, he would."