In the Lion's Den

Katie swallowed nervously, looking at Jabo's place off Decatur. It was a spartan looking home, the type that wasn't so tattered as to drawn unwanted attention, but likewise not spectacular to draw attention either. It was a fine balance, she thought. Not something that people mistook for a drug warren. But neither so fancy that people expected it belonged to a drug kingpin.

She knocked reticently on the door. Jabo greeted her, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that barely disguised a substantial bulge. Katie crossed the threshold into his home.

They ate dinner, surprisingly well-prepared. Jabo was forthright about the role he played in Moses's plans. She was disgusted at how nakedly corrupt her stepfather was. But part of her also felt that perhaps his environment shaped him. Hadn't he been falsely accused by her grandpa back in the day? Hadn't he wrongly served time? If that was so, who expected him to stay on the straight and narrow when back in office.

The bulge in Jabo's pants was swollen as they finished their meal. Katie wanted to excuse herself, but Jabo looked at her expectantly. Swallowing, she gently reached out to caress his cock. He groaned.

"I've given you the power to destroy your old man's legacy," Jabo said. "But there are other alternatives."

"Such as?" Katie said, not really focused on the words, as she peeled off his sweatpants. God, the man was hung like a fucking horse.

"Be my bitch. Keep his secrets. Suck on this monster cock for the rest of your life, just like Allie. Be in my thrall," he said, looking directly at her.

"But ... what would I write about instead?"

"Write about how he healed a racial divide. How he wasn't a perfect man, but a good man. That he loved his wife and daughters."

"Pablum," Katie scoffed. But still ... this cock. She leaned down, sniffing it. She could be in his thrall, she knew. Sucking Black crime lord cock.

"Give me something else, and I'll be your slut," she said. Jabo chuckled, spinning another tale of corruption in the Palmetto state as the young journalist slobbered on his knob.