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me crazy and you haven’t even started.”
“This way I know you’re sated and your mind’s on me. It’s where your mind should always be, boy—on your Mistress.” She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me. In fact, now would be a good time for you to wrap your hands around that headrest.” She watched as he obeyed her before she locked her lips over the engorged head of his cock.
Her hand pumped at the base of his hardness as her throat opened up to take him in. A systematic rhythm ensured that she sucked more intensely every time he exited her throat. When his cock head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue under the head, hitting his sweet spot. She tormented him until the warm spray filling her mouth assured her that he was no longer stressed.
“Why would you do this?!? Now you’ve opened the door to some innocent person taking up your cause and getting locked up. The community is incensed.” Rene eyed her partner as she spoke, hoping it would help to deflate the anger he was feeling. “We need you to take those posts down before someone gets hurt or, worse yet, killed.”
“I’m the victim here!”
“Which is all the more reason I don’t want to see you coming up on charges. If someone kills these two, you could be held liable for setting that up.”
“Oh shit,” Angel’s face fell as she rushed to grab her phone.
The agents watched to ensure that she took down all of the posts from each and every one of her profiles. As they made their way to the door to leave, Agent Turner looked over his shoulder and hissed, “Don’t put them back up or I swear I’ll press charges against you myself.”
The look of anger on her face certainly made one thing clear to the agents. Angel no longer had a crush on Agent Turner, which was more than fine with Rene.
Chapter Twenty
“Hey baby, hey girl, you want to party?” Bobbie hung out of the car window, asking the woman making her way down the street.
“Damn girl, are you new out here?”
“What do you boys have in mind?”
Reginald leaned over to eye the woman. “Boys? I don’t think so. A party is what we have in mind.”
“Well, meet me in this parking lot over here and we’ll talk about it.” The woman nodded over towards where her car was parked. “I need to grab my purse.”
The guys watched as she removed a large purse from the trunk of her car and made her way back over to the passenger window. “It’s going cost for both of you.”
“How much?” Reginald asked, playing along but having no intentions of paying her anything.
“Two hundred bucks,” she stated with no hesitation.
“Hey, sounds good to us.” Bobbie jumped out so the woman could sit between them.
“Yeah, you’re new alright,” Reginald drawled, taking a peek down the front of her shirt. It never ceased to amaze him how a woman would get in a car with two guys for the right amount of money
He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a joint, handing it to the woman along with a lighter. She smiled as she lit it up.
“You got a name, pretty girl?” Reginald asked, smiling in her direction.
“Just call me The Librarian …”
“Well, there isn’t a whole lot going on so let’s head back to the house and do some phishing on The Librarian .” Agent Turner pulled from the hospital parking lot to make the drive back to his place. Slowly the neighborhoods turned from being inner city to that of the more upper echelon. He was glad his partner had broken down and agreed to move some of her belongings into his home.
The drive there was quiet while each agent wondered when and where the killer would strike next. Agent Turner pulled into his garage and they made their way in.
“Go ahead and jump in the shower while I get logged on and see who’s up for a chat tonight.”
“Yeah, chat my ass. I better not find out that you’re talking to any other women online.”
“I love it
“This way I know you’re sated and your mind’s on me. It’s where your mind should always be, boy—on your Mistress.” She took his chin in her hand and forced him to look at her. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me. In fact, now would be a good time for you to wrap your hands around that headrest.” She watched as he obeyed her before she locked her lips over the engorged head of his cock.
Her hand pumped at the base of his hardness as her throat opened up to take him in. A systematic rhythm ensured that she sucked more intensely every time he exited her throat. When his cock head reached her lips, she swirled her tongue under the head, hitting his sweet spot. She tormented him until the warm spray filling her mouth assured her that he was no longer stressed.
“Why would you do this?!? Now you’ve opened the door to some innocent person taking up your cause and getting locked up. The community is incensed.” Rene eyed her partner as she spoke, hoping it would help to deflate the anger he was feeling. “We need you to take those posts down before someone gets hurt or, worse yet, killed.”
“I’m the victim here!”
“Which is all the more reason I don’t want to see you coming up on charges. If someone kills these two, you could be held liable for setting that up.”
“Oh shit,” Angel’s face fell as she rushed to grab her phone.
The agents watched to ensure that she took down all of the posts from each and every one of her profiles. As they made their way to the door to leave, Agent Turner looked over his shoulder and hissed, “Don’t put them back up or I swear I’ll press charges against you myself.”
The look of anger on her face certainly made one thing clear to the agents. Angel no longer had a crush on Agent Turner, which was more than fine with Rene.
Chapter Twenty
“Hey baby, hey girl, you want to party?” Bobbie hung out of the car window, asking the woman making her way down the street.
“Damn girl, are you new out here?”
“What do you boys have in mind?”
Reginald leaned over to eye the woman. “Boys? I don’t think so. A party is what we have in mind.”
“Well, meet me in this parking lot over here and we’ll talk about it.” The woman nodded over towards where her car was parked. “I need to grab my purse.”
The guys watched as she removed a large purse from the trunk of her car and made her way back over to the passenger window. “It’s going cost for both of you.”
“How much?” Reginald asked, playing along but having no intentions of paying her anything.
“Two hundred bucks,” she stated with no hesitation.
“Hey, sounds good to us.” Bobbie jumped out so the woman could sit between them.
“Yeah, you’re new alright,” Reginald drawled, taking a peek down the front of her shirt. It never ceased to amaze him how a woman would get in a car with two guys for the right amount of money
He reached in his jacket pocket and pulled out a joint, handing it to the woman along with a lighter. She smiled as she lit it up.
“You got a name, pretty girl?” Reginald asked, smiling in her direction.
“Just call me The Librarian …”
“Well, there isn’t a whole lot going on so let’s head back to the house and do some phishing on The Librarian .” Agent Turner pulled from the hospital parking lot to make the drive back to his place. Slowly the neighborhoods turned from being inner city to that of the more upper echelon. He was glad his partner had broken down and agreed to move some of her belongings into his home.
The drive there was quiet while each agent wondered when and where the killer would strike next. Agent Turner pulled into his garage and they made their way in.
“Go ahead and jump in the shower while I get logged on and see who’s up for a chat tonight.”
“Yeah, chat my ass. I better not find out that you’re talking to any other women online.”
“I love it
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