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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,346
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A honry boss and a dead body
Jeb walked into the shady building and moved slowly toward the bar. He needed some time alone to just think and this, in hindsight wasn't the ideal place. How can you think with sex all around you?
"What'll it be?" the sexy voice called and he looked up from where he was.
"Gimme a beer," Jeb said simply not specifying what kind he wanted. When a bottle was placed before him, he picked it up and turned it to his head not particularly caring what it was at that precise moment. He drank it all in one go not caring that drinking alcohol like that was a sure fire way to get drunk real quick. The way his life was, it couldn't possible get any worse.
When he tasted nothing but fizz, he let the bottle crash against the bar and ordered another before paying for them and walking off to find some dark corner to brood in.
The music started getting louder and more people seemed to swarm the dance floor. He frowned and down the rest of his drink. he was about to get up and leave when he looked up and saw Laila. She was alone and dressed in a short leather skirt, stiletto boots and matching top. Jeb remained where he was and watched as she moved towards the private rooms in the rear of the building and he arched a brow.
Getting up, he walked out of the main room and into the corridor where some vending machines stood and looked around until he found the one he wanted. digging into his pocket for money he moaned, "ten bucks for a camera I cant even use twice?" sucking his teeth he fed the machine his hard earned money and collected his loot before heading back in.
He headed for the VIP rooms but a large bouncer stopped him and since Jed wasn't on the list, he had to turn back.
~~*~~~
Laila sat in her office when there was a knock on the door first thing Monday morning. She looked up at the intrusion to see Mindy Lastman standing there, "yes?" she asked her secretary and the slim red-head produced a large package.
"This came for you Miss Drakes."
"Bring it here....thank you."
When the door was closed again and Mindy was gone, Laila looked over the package. There was no return address which was strange for a business package.
Ripping the large envelope open she peered in and then dumped the contents onto her desk. A pile of photographs, a CD and a simple note fell out "....And the wheels keep turning..." was all it said.
She looked down at the pictures in horror, these were of her stuffing her pussy into Jebs mouth, then force feeding him her large tits. Looking at the picture caused her to get wet and she looked around her hurriedly. She was going to make the bastard pay for taking pictures of her.
Shoving the CD into her laptop she sat back and waited for it to load. What she saw caused her jaw to drop. It was her, on her knees at the Four Leaf CLover, with her face buried into another woman's cunt. The tape went on for a few minutes until Laila's face could be see. She was on all fours with a dildo up her ass.
She rubbed a hand over her face. If that leaked, her life would be over.
~~~*~~~
Mark walked out of the large building after dark and hurried toward his truck. He had to meet with Jeb for dinner but he wanted to go home and have a shower first. He whistle as he moved through the dimly lit parking lot making his way to 8D where he always parked.
He got the feeling that he was being followed and after glancing over his shoulders and seeing nothing, he convinced himself that he was being paranoid. Getting to his truck, he dumped his knapsack with his dirty clothes into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's seat. He had just stuck the key into the ignition when a loud shattering sound caught his attention. He didn't even have time to turn his head.
The bullet tore through his head, leaving him slumped over against the steering wheel.
The horn began blaring. The dark figure hissed out of annoyance and reached in and shoved Mark away from the steering wheel causing the dead body to slump against the passenger seat.
The dark figure then walked off into the darkness while unscrewing the silencer from the gun.
"What'll it be?" the sexy voice called and he looked up from where he was.
"Gimme a beer," Jeb said simply not specifying what kind he wanted. When a bottle was placed before him, he picked it up and turned it to his head not particularly caring what it was at that precise moment. He drank it all in one go not caring that drinking alcohol like that was a sure fire way to get drunk real quick. The way his life was, it couldn't possible get any worse.
When he tasted nothing but fizz, he let the bottle crash against the bar and ordered another before paying for them and walking off to find some dark corner to brood in.
The music started getting louder and more people seemed to swarm the dance floor. He frowned and down the rest of his drink. he was about to get up and leave when he looked up and saw Laila. She was alone and dressed in a short leather skirt, stiletto boots and matching top. Jeb remained where he was and watched as she moved towards the private rooms in the rear of the building and he arched a brow.
Getting up, he walked out of the main room and into the corridor where some vending machines stood and looked around until he found the one he wanted. digging into his pocket for money he moaned, "ten bucks for a camera I cant even use twice?" sucking his teeth he fed the machine his hard earned money and collected his loot before heading back in.
He headed for the VIP rooms but a large bouncer stopped him and since Jed wasn't on the list, he had to turn back.
~~*~~~
Laila sat in her office when there was a knock on the door first thing Monday morning. She looked up at the intrusion to see Mindy Lastman standing there, "yes?" she asked her secretary and the slim red-head produced a large package.
"This came for you Miss Drakes."
"Bring it here....thank you."
When the door was closed again and Mindy was gone, Laila looked over the package. There was no return address which was strange for a business package.
Ripping the large envelope open she peered in and then dumped the contents onto her desk. A pile of photographs, a CD and a simple note fell out "....And the wheels keep turning..." was all it said.
She looked down at the pictures in horror, these were of her stuffing her pussy into Jebs mouth, then force feeding him her large tits. Looking at the picture caused her to get wet and she looked around her hurriedly. She was going to make the bastard pay for taking pictures of her.
Shoving the CD into her laptop she sat back and waited for it to load. What she saw caused her jaw to drop. It was her, on her knees at the Four Leaf CLover, with her face buried into another woman's cunt. The tape went on for a few minutes until Laila's face could be see. She was on all fours with a dildo up her ass.
She rubbed a hand over her face. If that leaked, her life would be over.
~~~*~~~
Mark walked out of the large building after dark and hurried toward his truck. He had to meet with Jeb for dinner but he wanted to go home and have a shower first. He whistle as he moved through the dimly lit parking lot making his way to 8D where he always parked.
He got the feeling that he was being followed and after glancing over his shoulders and seeing nothing, he convinced himself that he was being paranoid. Getting to his truck, he dumped his knapsack with his dirty clothes into the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's seat. He had just stuck the key into the ignition when a loud shattering sound caught his attention. He didn't even have time to turn his head.
The bullet tore through his head, leaving him slumped over against the steering wheel.
The horn began blaring. The dark figure hissed out of annoyance and reached in and shoved Mark away from the steering wheel causing the dead body to slump against the passenger seat.
The dark figure then walked off into the darkness while unscrewing the silencer from the gun.