Slade Garrison, PI - Part 3

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group


"I have been the victim of blackmail for some time now. At first, it wasn't so bad. The terms weren't unbearable, but the consequences of being found out would have been worse. Now the situation has become dangerous and spiraling out of control."

"Back up just a bit doll," more than a little confused. Sipping my cold coffee, laced with hooch. "Who is blackmailing you and why?"
 
"When I moved to Shanghai, it was for a fresh start. I opened a
quaint little tea shop near the marketplace with money saved from a previous enterprise I ran in an alley of Suzhou. I wanted to distance myself from that life and make an honorable living."
 
"I was a prostitute. A damn good one. My services vary, but my specialty was giving blow jobs that would make a man see God"
 
"Really," as  I scratched my Betty Boop tattoo.
 
"Oh, yes," she beamed, seeming to forget the intent of the conversation.
 
She lit a Lucky Strike, inhaling down to her stilettos. Continuing.

"It's a combination of how my tongue swirls around a man's cock. How the head of his penis fits my throat. Then my guilty hands swaddle and fondle his balls. While slipping a thimble in his anus.
 
I nearly swallowed my tongue. My depraved imagination had me throwing her on top of my desk. I was taking this job, and if fortunate, taking her as well.
 
 

 
 

 


Submitted: July 06, 2021

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