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SkyFire 1: Chapter 12

London: January 2014

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On the 2nd of January, Aurora once again made her way back to the Golden Stag. She offered a wave of greeting to Greg behind the bar when she walked through the front door and headed over to one of the booths along the wall to wait. Her best friend, Ella, walked through the door 15 minutes later.

“Sorry I’m late,” the blonde yelled as she barrelled into the pub, a hurricane of energy as always. Aurora laughed as Ella rushed toward her and she stood just in time to catch the other girl in a hug.

“I think I’d genuinely die of shock if you ever arrived anywhere on time,” Aurora replied when they both pulled apart and sat down at the table. Greg appeared a few moments later with a coke for Ella and a sprite for Rori, the two girls too predictable for him to need their drink orders. “Thanks Greg,” Rori cheered, taking a sip of her drink.

“You’re welcome,” the older man said. “Good to see you El. What can I get you girls?”

“I’ll have the fish and chips please,” Ella ordered, while Rori nodded and gestured that she would have the same. As Greg walked away from the table the girls dove into discussion. Despite having lived in separate countries for the last 2 and a half years, they had successfully maintained their friendship, rarely going more than a day or two without messaging or calling each other. As such there wasn’t as much to catch up on since they’d last seen each other on Rori’s last visit as one would expect. Rori explained in minute detail every aspect of the AMAs, only glossing over some of her interactions with Harry, keeping most of their conversations private, while giving Ella enough details to keep her friend satisfied and sufficiently excited.

They’d mostly finished their food when Ella’s head snapped up to meet Rori’s gaze. “Shit I totally forgot that Mum told me to invite you and your dads for dinner tonight.”

“Can I get a rain check?” Rori replied, “I’ve got plans tonight.”

“What kind of plans?”

“Dinner and a games night apparently.”

“With who?”

“No one you know.”

“Are they famous?” Ella asked, “because I know that I’m the only one you stayed in contact with after you moved to the states so it’s no one from school.”

“Yeah, they’re famous,” Rori replied, scrunching up her face in response to the word.

“Enough of that, spill. Who is it?”

“You’re not allowed to freak out, Ok?”

“Ok,” Ella agreed excitedly, causing Rori to shake her head with a chuckle.

“It’s at Louis Tomlinson’s house.” The other people in the bar turned to stare at the girls as Ella squealed. “I thought I said you couldn’t freak out,” Rori chided.

“Louis fucking Tomlinson?” Ella asked in shock. “How the fuck is Louis Tomlinson inviting you to his house?”

“Actually, Harry invited me,” Aurora explained.

“Harry Styles invited you to games night at Louis Tomlinson’s house?”

“Please stop saying their full names like that,” Rori begged. “It’s weird.”

“Well I’m sorry I’m not on a first name basis with Louis Tomlinson or Harry Styles,” Ella replied. “You better start talking right now because you have been holding out on me, I thought you said you’d just been talking with Harry a little since the AMAs but know he’s inviting you to Louis house so you’ve clearly skipped some pertinent details.”

“Ok, we’ve maybe spent a bit of time together since I flew in on Sunday,” Rori admitted.

“Oh My God!” Ella gasped. “You sneak. Tell me everything. Wait is Harry who you spent New Year’s Eve with? You said you had an industry party but were you really with him?”

“First of all, it was an industry party, but yes I did go to it with Harry, but we actually caught up the day before for lunch. I swear to god you better not shriek again but he asked me to be his girlfriend.” Aurora rolled her eyes as Ella clamped her hands over her mouth to muffle her excited response. “You can’t say a word to anyone El,” Aurora said. “Please, you know what the Directioners are like. We just want to keep it out of the media for now.”

“Of course, I’ll keep it secret,” El promised. “Can I tell mum though?” She breathed a sigh of relief when the brunette nodded. “ You have to admit that this is bizarre,” Ella continued. “Imagine going back in time and telling 15 year old Rori that she’d grow up to date Harry. Omg your kids are gonna be so adorable and the wedding! The wedding will be the event of the fucking season.”

“Easy El,” Rori laughed. “We’ve been dating for 3 days, let’s not go talking about weddings and kids ok.”

“Seriously though. We went to the X Factor finale and were crying when they didn’t win and now you know them and talk to them and you’re going to their game’s night! You better introduce me at some point or you’re a terrible best friend.”

“I promise I will introduce you,” Rori told her best friend. “Just give me a month or two to get used to the idea myself. Trust me I’m just as overwhelmed by the idea as you are. I mean I’m kind of freaking out about tonight.”

“Oh, babe don’t,” Ella said. “They’ll all love you.”

“I hope you’re right,” Rori replied nervously.

They stayed at the pub for another few hours, chatting and laughing before Aurora had to leave to go back to the hotel to get ready before dinner. As they were leaving Greg popped out from behind the bar to give both girls a hug goodbye and reminding Rori that he would see her on Saturday night for her birthday dinner with himself, Helen and Rori’s dads.

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Aurora let out a nervous breath as the Addison Lee pulled up outside the white expanse of Louis’ north London house. Harry was waiting on the doorstep for her, stepping forward to open her door and offered her a hand as she exited the car. He pulled her in for a tight hug as the car drove away and then kissed her briefly before pulling back to look at her.

“Hi,” he greeted, smiling brightly down at her.

“Hi,” Rori echoed with a laugh.

“Shall we?” Harry asked, gesturing to the front door in front of them. Aurora nodded, placing her hand on his offered elbow as he ushered her into the high ceilinged foyer. “Everyone’s out back,” he said as they walked down the hallway.

“Who exactly is everyone?” Aurora asked.

“Louis and his girlfriend Eleanor, Liam and his girlfriend Sophia, Zayn and Niall,” Harry listed. “We always get together after we spend Christmas with our families,” Harry explained. “We have a games night with the girlfriends and just hang out as friends before all the craziness of touring kicks off again.”

“Sounds like fun,” Rori said as the pair finally reached the back of the large house to find the previously mentioned group sat around a fire pit on the patio.

“Aurora!” Louis cheered when they came into view. “So glad you came, Love. Harrold, the UberEats delivery should be here in a minute, be a lad and go grab it for us.” Harry looked to Rori hesitantly, not wanting to abandon her immediately after arriving. “Oh, just go,” Louis continued, “I’ll introduce your girl.”

Harry turned on his heel and walked back into the house, leaving Rori to approach the circle of friends sitting around the fire pit, taking one of the two empty seats. “So everyone, this is Aurora,” Louis announced, before pointing to each person and providing Rori with their names.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” Rori offered, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Eleanor replied, “and of course you got an invite. It’s a right of passage for anyone dating one of this idiots.”

Harry returned shortly after, his arms loaded up with pizza boxes, chicken wings and rolls of garlic bread. “Grubs up!” he announced cheerfully as he dumped everything onto the table beside the fire and then collapsed into the seat next to Rori. “They’re not given you a hard time, are they?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Not at all,” Rori said, smiling as he reached out for her hand, threading their fingers together.

The night was spent chatting, eating and drinking, as well as playing Uno, a disastrous attempt at monopoly, snap and go fish. Rori had been surprised to find the boys very easy to talk to and it took very little time for her to shake off her nerves. By the time she had been halfway through her second slice of pizza she had almost forgotten that the young men surrounding her where the same boys she had screamed at in concert years ago. Hours later, when the fire had burned down to a few embers and everyone but Rori was 4 or 5 drinks in, they sat in the near darkness talking quietly. Rori found herself talking football with Louis given that her team, AFC Wimbledon, had recently played his Doncaster Rovers in the Johnstone’s Paint Trophy the previous month. The pair found themselves deep in conversation about the league tables, completely unaware of the soft look Harry was throwing their way, so happy to see his girlfriend and one of his brothers getting along so quickly and easily.

Eventually everyone started to yawn, and the night wound its way to its conclusion with cars called and everyone hugging each other goodbye. Harry walked with Aurora to the front door, waiting with her until her car arrived to take her back into the city. He held open the door for her as she climbed in and then surprised her by joining her on the backseat.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she chuckled as he leaned his head against her shoulder, his lips pressing gently against her neck.

“Not ready to call it a night,” he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on her waist. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, ever the gentleman, even if a little tipsy. Aurora nodded slightly as he mouthed his way up along her jaw, finally reaching her lips and the pair continued to make out for the entire ride to Rori’s hotel.

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faangirl101 · 6 years

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6 inch/ Mitch x reader

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x reader

Summery: Song imagine of the song 6 inch by Beyonce. Your a assassin who works undercover as a stripper, assigned to kill one of Ghosts enemies. What happens when the target ends up being hot as fuck?

Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, Violence swearing and more

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anonymous asked: HEYY! love your storiess<3<3 Could you do a story about Mitch rapp with the song 6 inch by Beyonce! And smutty! Daddy kink maybe? thank uu<3

Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness

I smiled at myself in the mirror, smacking my red lips together. Damn i looked good. I take a step back, admiring my reflection. I was dressed in a slutty cop costume. It was latex and extremely tight, hugging my posture. The cop hat on my head probably required more fabric than the rest of the costume. It was extremely small. But are you a stripper, you have to dress like a stripper. A police batch was sewed in the pocket, right next to my extreme cleavage. It feels like my entire breast were falling out. A belt was wrapped around my waist with a gun. It wasn't just probs if we put it that way. I was working undercover for my boss Ghost. He was pretty private and i've never actually met him. He gave me orders over my phone. I was undercover, and not a real stripper. Well they didn't know that. I was on a mission. The order led, to put a bullet in the targets head.

I looked down at the nodular picture in my sweaty hand. He was attractive, without a doubt. His hair was shoulder length, in slight curls. His chest brown eyes focused on another angle, not seeing the camera. His face was half covered in a impressive wild beard.I don't know what this man did, but i didn't ask. Asking questions is not my job, dispatch my victim was my job. I'm a hired killer after all. A assassin. Maybe not the best job, but it was a great way to get rid of anger. And i got paid good. I looked at myself one more time, reloading my gun. Lets kill this motherfucker.

She's stacking money, money everywhere she goes You know, pesos out of Mexico De uno, commas and them decimals She don't gotta give it up, she professional She mixing up that Ace with that Hennessy She love the way it tastes, that's her recipe Rushing through her veins like it's ecstasy, oh no She already made enough but she'll never leave

“Heya Teddy!”, i heard a high pitched southern voice chipper. I turned around at the fake name i chose, smiling to on of the other strippers. Her name was… sugar or something else cliche. She waited with hopeful eyes and i bit my lip. “Its trixie, its okay. You don't have to learn all names on your first night”, she was nice, but i didn't trust her. “Sorry Trixie”, i gave her a honest smile “what do i do now”. Trixie pushed her blonde hair behind her ears “hold ya horses now, sugah! Imma take ya under ma wings, no worry. Lets go outside! imma show ya how its done around here!”. Her almost brutal southern accent was hardly understandable but i decided to follow her. She was dressed in…. well almost nothing. A small glitter bra held up by thin strings covered her chest. Her shorts so shorts they might as well be underwear. Her entire ass hung out under the edge of them. She had a typical hourglass body with a pair of small breast. The next room was covered in red and black. Blinding dark disco lights threw shades around the room. The floor was pounding to the rhythm of the song. Pour some sugar on me, def leppard blared through the speakers. A older girl was on the stage, dressed in a black lace panties and no bra. A good amount of men stood in front of the stage, watching her hungirly.

A old man smiled to us with broken rotten teeth. “What are two pretty young things like you doing in a place like this?”. He was disgusting, his breath stinking of strong whiskey. “Hopefully dancing for you later?”, i asked in a high pitched voice, curling a string of my hair. The old man grinned widely, chugging his irish beer glass “what's your name, love”, he winked at me licking his chapped lips. “I'm teddy. Well, we have to get going. Hope to see you under my dance”, i giggled girly as Trixie locked arms with me and started moving away. “Your a natural at this, honey!”, she fixed my hair “you don't need me as ya baby mama anymore. up and at ’em”.

She gave me a small push as i moved against the centre of the aula. My eyes searched the room, looking for my targets face. Beard, brown long hair, chestnut eyes…. couldn't be that difficult. Maybe he isn't here yet.

Suddenly i bumped into someone. I stumbled backwards, but thanks to my years of training i catch my footing again. In front of me is the old man again. Now closer i can smell his breath clearly and it smelled like death. “Oh teddy”, his eyes shamefully landed on my cleavage “care for a private dance”.

His hand reached out to touch my waist and out of pure instinct i took a step back. “sorry”, i pretended smiling shyly “i just… its my first day and i'm not really ready for that”.

His entire face fell and he shook his head. “Come on, just a little dance. I can take care of you”. All tiny bit of self control was lost and i was just about to smash his fucking face in. But it seemed like someone wanted to do the same. A man stepped in between us with his back to me. “Is there a problem here?”, his voice was strong and gave of a dangerous vibe. The older man gave the savior a dirty look “It looks like your going to start one”. Before the fight could get more violent two securitys pulled the older man away, spilling half of his beer in the process. “Thanks”, i muttered fixing my costume “if this was a real gun i would have blown that guys head of”. I dropped my character for just a second before going back to being “teddy”. The other guy chuckled and turned to me. I looked down fixing my small skirt, wiping some of the spilled out beer of it. “You good?”, he almost had to scream to drown the loud music. I smiled looking up at him. It took a good 2 seconds to recognize him. Target. Not savior. I'm here on work. I refused to break character and simply didn't let my smile falter, only grow. “Well yes, thanks to my savior”, i bit my lips and watched him follow the action “i'm not used to being the mistress in need. So what's my knight in shining armors name?”.

He looked me up and down “Sebastian hale”. Definitely not his name.

I got the right guy. “Well Seb, my names Teddy”, i weight from foot to foot. Acting may not be my best talent, but he seemed to catch the hook. As long as i was playing the new nervous innocent stripper i could get him alone and well... kill him.

“Are you sure you good?”, he asked, his eyes switching around the room like he wanted to look everywhere but on me. “Yeah”, i place a string of hair behind my ear “just… you know first day. Didn't really expect to have someone try to touch me on the first day”.

He pursed his lips together while his eyes traveled to where the old men was “get i get you anything to drink?”.

I giggled girly “please Seb, i should be serving you. Come here and let me do my job right, at least on the first day”.

He nodded and placed his hand on my lower back while i walked through the club.

I bend over the bar table, being sure to give him a perfect view of my ass and cleavage.

“Heya Trixie! didn't know you worked the bar tonight!”, i gave her one of my most realistic big smiles. She smiled at “Sebastian” before looking at me “yeah! and were allowed to drink on the job, i ain't just whistling dixie. So sit a spell, sug”.

Even if i had no idea what she just said i nodded to my target. “This mister deserve a drink”, i return my eyes to him “what you want. Some girly drink with a umbrella on top? You seem like a sex and the city type of guy”.

He snort but i can see a smile hiding under his stone face “just a beer, thanks”.

I nod to Trixie placing my tight ass on one of the chairs “you heard the man. Can you just mix Hennessy and Ace for me”.

Trixie winked at me “coming right up”. Sebastian sat next to me on the bar chair. He still seemed a little stiff, all i had to do was warm him up. I knew exactly how to do that.

She works for the money, she work for the money From the start to the finish And she worth every dollar, she worth every dollar And she worth every minute She works for the money

“So Seb, what brings you to a club like this a saturday night?”, i mouthed thank you to Trixie when she handed us our drinks. He shrugged “looking for some company”.

I saw his lie right through. He was here alone, on a saturday night. He knew i was going to be here didn't he? I was glad i had a whole face of makeup on, maybe he didn't recognize me. “Well then big boy”, i sipped one my drink quietly “i'm here and i'm free”.

He smiled, his eyes meeting mine. Chestnut eyes. They left mine to look at the drink in my hand. “Isn't that a little strong for you”, i wanted to bash his fucking head in. He was no different. I was glad he was my target. “Well what can i say”, I swiped the layer of sugar on the glass rim “strong drink for a strong lady”. He took a gulp of his beer his eyes not leaving me. I decided to mess with him. With the sugar on my finger i brought it to my mouth, wrapping my red lips around it and sucked the sugar of. I hummed around it and pretended like i didn't know he was watching. His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he followed the motion of my finger in my mouth. I had him on my leash.

“you want a private dance?”, i asked watching his eyes grow double its sight.

He finished the last of his beer in a rush “yeah, sure”. I was going to mess with his head. I reached out to grab onto his hand and started leading him through the club.

I showed him where to sit when we entered the dark private room. A lap dance? couldn't be that hard could it? The song Cherry pie pounded in the background. Sexy, just be sexy.

I looked at him to see his eyes being plastered on me. He watched me like a animal watch its prey. There was something so primal about it. It spread a warmth in my stomach that i desperately tried to hold back. Fuck, did he have to me so attractive.

I started swaying my hips to the beat, my hands slipping down my curves. I tried to move my body in sync to the music, like if i was home alone and no one was looking. I hummed the melody under my breath. My hands buttoned up one button. Tease him, come on! I bit my lip, grabbing my hat and throwing it across the room. His eyes drilled my body. I knew the effect i had on him, i just had to use it. Make all women proud. Another button. I stepped closer to him licking over my lips. As smooth as i could i crouched between his legs. My hands slowly made there way up his thighs, stopping right before they reached his crotch. He groaned annoyed when my touch disappeared.

The last button was up and i peeled the skirt of my lower body. And i gave full displace on a pair of black and red stockings and a matching thong. His eyes fell from my face to inspect my lower body. His entire face fell when he saw my legs. His entire posture in pure shock. It gave me confidence to say at least. Finally i touch him. I place myself on top of his lap, his hands automatically fall onto my hips. I was going to destroy this boy.

Stars in her eyes She fights for the power, keeping time She grinds day and night She grinds from Monday to Friday

I grind my hips against his, trying to ignore the feeling of his boner. Fuck. I wasn't supposed to enjoy this, i was working. His head fell back only for a moment. “You wanna help me with his baby”, i ask, my voice out of breath. It actually sounded like i was turned on. Actually scratch that, I was turned on.

He licked his lips, looking down at my thin thong “Isn't there a no touch policy?”.

I leaned forward until our faces were centimeters apart “not for you. You wanna help me remove this costume or not”. He immediately grabbed onto my top, fingering the material, before bringing it over my head. Under it i was hiding a lace red bra. It was so much push up it felt like someone was crushing my ribcage. Sebs hands traveled up my body, along my hips, savoring every moment. “You wanna take of my bra”, i grind my hips again earning a groan. He nodded, wetting his lips. With probably years of experience he clasped it open and let it fall from my shoulders. My breast fall free from their torture, falling some centimeter from Sebs face. He licks his lips, locking eyes with me. “Can i”, he asks his hands stopping right under my breasts. Fuck the character. Fuck Teddy. I didn't have to act anymore. “Please do”, i mumble and press my body closer to his. His huge vein popping hands make their way up my boobs, grabbing onto them carefully. “Fuck”, he muttered and before i can process it he crashed his lips against mine. I moan into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. He bites roughly onto my lower lip, giving me all kinds of ideas what that mouth can do. His mouth leaves my lips to press wet kisses along my jawline. At every change he got, he sucked the soft skin and left my neck bruised with purple hickeys. I lean down to whisper in his ear “you know what the best part about this room is? its soundproof so we can be as loud as we want”. He bucked into my ass as i felt his dick straining against the fabric between us.

His dick. An idea formed in my mind. He must be good if Ghost really wants him dead, which means he's extremely trained. The only way i could kill him was if he was distracted. And when is a man most distracted? that's right, when he's getting a blowjob.

And with my mouth i could even make a assassin distracted. She fights and she sweats those sleepless nights But she don't mind, she loves the grind She grinds from Monday to Friday Works from Friday to Sunday Yeah, yeah, she gon' slang

“I wanna suck you of?”, it was more asked like a question as i looked with big innocent eyes up at Seb. He stayed quiet his lips still on my throat. “Please”, i plead and moved my hips “Please let me suck your cock… Daddy”. It was mostly to test him. His reaction was sudden as his hand connected with my ass chek in a hard slap. The sensitive skin tingled of pain, leaving with a pleasant sting. “I want your big cock in my mouth. Feed me your cum”, i couldn't believe i would ever go this far to get on my knees for a man. “Fuck, baby girl”, he growled while fisting my hair “You can't say those kind of things around daddy or he's going to cum undone. Then you don't get any cum”. I pouted and bite my lip “sorry Daddy, I just really want your cock. paint me white with your cum please”.

I slid down the floor between his legs and watched him with pleading eyes. He hurried to buckled up his pants before throwing them of. His boxers came of as fast. Fuck. He was huge. His dick was veiny, wide and long. I felt my mouth water at the sight. The head was a pretty pink and it was dripping precum along the length. I lean forward sliding my tongue along the vein. He hissed in pleasure his hand gripping my hair harder. While keeping eye contact i slowly take the head inside my mouth, swirling my tongue around it collecting the cum. Salty, not that bad actually. I begin bobbing my head, sucking hard around the length. His hand hardened their grip on my hair. Then i let his dick fall out of my mouth looking up at him. He looked at me confused while i smirked “Don't you wanna fuck my face, Daddy?”.

He groaned his hand pressing me down against his crotch again. I took the length inside my mouth. Then he pressed me down on it. I made myself relax my throat as could as i could, distracting my gag reflex. Sloppily i sucked down is dick as it hit the back of my throat every time. My salvia was mixed with his cum as it dripped its way down my crotch. The only sound in the room was the wetness of my mouth, skin hitting skin and well, Sebs groans and moans. Damn i was good. I could feel his dick swell up, realizing he was close. I began humming, sending vibrations along his sensitive member.

My name lefft his lips chanting, almost like a prayer. “Fuck”, he howled bucking into my mouth “i'm cumming baby girl”.

I didnt back down, to be truthful i only sucked harder. His dick was pulsating. Then with a pained shout he came. Loud after loud with cum spurted into my mouth. I kept his dick inside the warmth of my mouth to not miss a drop. When he softened on my tongue i pulled back with a pop. With the strength of one gulp i swallowed every load left in my mouth. It left a sharp salty aftertaste. Mostly for effect i licked him clean, watching him breathing heavily over me. When he seemed to be to sensitive i pulled back, licking my lips. Slowly i got up walking over to my costume. He didn't even notice me moving as he was coming down from his high. I took the gun from my belt with a hard grip, hiding it behind my back. “Hey Seb?”, he hummed in response. I placed myself on his lap again.

“Do you know what the best thing with a sound proof room is?”, i traced my thumb over his cheek “you can't hear the gunshot”. He shoot is eyes open and was about to grab his weapon i guessed he had in his pants next to him. But my gun was already placed on his temple. He pursed his lips together, his jaw tensed. His eyes were cold, giving me a major death glare. I smirked licking my lips “its a shame, you had a great cock daddy”.

His left eye twitched “don't call me that”. I couldn't help the giggle escaping me. I grinded my hips against his cock under me. His hand hardly gripped my hips, hard enough to bruise. But i didn't mind. Really.

“what's your name, Sebastian”, i mocked his name and rolled my eyes.

His nails dug into my hips “whats your name?”. I reloaded my gun dramatically “sorry daddy, i don't work that way. Your the one with a gun to your head”. He grimaced a pained expression “Mitch. Mitch rapp”.

He snorted looking up at you “and i think its easy to say your name ain't teddy?”. I furrowed my brows “do i look like winnie the fuking pooh to you? of course my name isn't teddy. Its Y/n l/n, but thats baby girl for you”.

He chuckled and looked up at the gun “who do you work for?”. I shrug my shoulders “i don't know who, but he goes after the name Ghost. Sound familiar?”.

He pursed his lips again and his eyes were painted in pure hatred. Damn, my boss must have done something really bad because Mitch looked ready to kill.

Suddenly he bring his head forward, knocking my head making me lose focus. I groan and try to ignore the pain in my nose. But it's all it takes for him to grab the knife from his boot and press it against my throat. The gun in my hand is long gone and somehow ended up with our clothes in the corner of the room. I can feel my heart beating as i try to keep it under control. In the matter of a second he has me slammed up against the wall in a death grip. The knife is pressed hard against my throat, drawing some blood.

I whisper “shit” under my breath even if i know he can hear it.

“Bullshit!”, he yells, spit hitting my face “Who is Ghost? where is he?!”.

i shrug and licks my lips “i have contact over the phone, he's way to careful to let me know anything. Look, he just pay me”.

He pulled me before him only to slam me back onto the wall. “tell me one reason i shouldn't kill you right now?”. I smirk and look at his lips “you haven't tried out all my holes yet”. Ops, bad move. I get slammed one's again, this time my head getting hit pretty hard. Then he press his hand to its previous spot, bruising my hips again.

“Look i don't know? because i'm good use? because i could give you information about Ghost? your choice”, I click my tongue, acting unbothered.

Suddenly his hands sneaks inside my thong, brushing against my clit.

Oh, gonna make you feel You always come back to me Come back, come back

You couldn't help letting go of a embarrassing whimper. I look at him shocked, but he simply press the knife harder. After so long without attention, my pussy is swollen and pulsating. He press his long slender finger inside me. I was dripping, that's how wet i was. “Who made you this wet huh”, now it was his turn to click his tongue “bad bad girl”.

You buck your hips against his hand “You did, fuck, you did daddy”.

He slips another finger inside your heart. “That's what i thought”, he growled moving his fingers fast. The room was filled with the wet sound of his fingers. He used his thumb to rub my clit. I screamed out of pleasure. He added another finger, stretching you open. Then the tip of his finger turn upwards, rubbing against a sweet spot. My legs give up at the sudden rush of pleasure colliding with my body. He used his knee to hold me up between my legs, his hand and knife pressing my head up so i kept eye contact.

My entire body was shaking violently.His hand moved inhuman fast, hitting my g-spot at every rub. The familiar warmth started growing in my belly. I wouldn't be able to keep my head up if it wasn't for Mitch knife. My entire body was on fire, shaking like it was going through a seizure.”Mitch”, I used his real name without thinking about it “i'm cumming”.

He leaned forward and bit my earlobe. “Cum for me baby girl”.

My whole body fell into abyss of pleasure. The lump in my stomach was finally realized and shocked your entire body. I panted out unregonicebal sounds. I swear I saw stars, glittering before my eyes. A sweet warmth spread through every vein, leaving me exhausted in his grip. As I came down from my high I could feel him carefully laying me down on the floor.I was too tired to open my eyes. His hand gripped my finger, probably unlocking my phone with the fingerprint. Then I heard him shuffle around with his clothes. I heard the click of the belt. Ant then he left? no wait he was till in the room. Right before he leaned over my body.I can feel his hot breath on my face. Then he leans further down to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. Then he left.

After coming back from my high, swearing loudly when I realized that my phone with ghosts all information was gone. I got dressed in the way to tight latex cop costume. I ruffled my hair and placed the hat on top of it. When I left the room, almost everybody had gone home. Trixie was still at the bar and the second she catched my posture she waved me to her. She saw the hickeys at one's, shook written all over her features. “You took ya sweet time. And ya boy seemed to really go to town”.

I bit my lip, hiding a smirk “Yeah. yeah he really did”.

She winked at me returning the glasses to its shelf “that boy must have really been hog wild bout ya, he left his number here”.

I grabbed the note she was holding, examining the lazy written numbers.

“Yeah. he really must have been”, I smiled fumbling with the paper in my hands.

Six inch heels, she walked in the club like nobody's business Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness

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