MJ'S Day

As it turned out, Martin Li was as very busy man. And had ready left his office for the rest of the day by the time MJ got there. At least, that was what the staff told MJ. Still, she managed to get a book on Japanese Demons in Theatre that she could use to pad her story on the attack on Rosemann's.

A story which would need to be checked over by Rose when the woman got back from "comforting" Shocker before MJ could send it to Robbie. With little else to do with her day, she checked in with her leads, who all demanded their guaranteed blowjobs to keep helping her. Some had new information for some of the other stories she had been working on, but most just had sticky, white, loads to cover her with. Her scarf was ruined from cleaning herself up.

She sent a message to Rosemann for an update. Rosemann didn't answer, but one of the cops there used Rose's phone to explain to MJ that with Shocker escaping, they'll be punishing Rosemann until tomorrow. The pictures and videos sent were hot, the dark-skinned Auction House Owner getting choked by a white cop almost as fat as Kingpin.

Research on the Demons, were they really calling them that, showed they were a group using Fisk's recent incarceration. Passing it onto Pete, she comforted him that he had to take Fisk down while inwardly she started thinking about stories to paint Fisk in a good enough light to be freed so he could stabilise the criminal underbelly.

And fill her belly with cum.

But it wasn't just that that had Pete down. Jobless again. She knew better than to suggest he take up photography again, he'd misinterpret. Instead, she went home, washed, put on some sexy lingerie. Green, Norman's favourite colour. And sent him some naughty pictures, asking for a meeting.

• N whores don't wear underwear
• MJ wanna take them off me?
• N I will send someone to collect you. Pack all your underwear, it's going to Goodwill.
• MJ taking it all away? What will i wear?
• N put on a pair of your hooker heels and a coat, you won't need anything else tonight.

MJ moaned, Norman had never been this controlling before. It was turning her on. She buzzed the man in when he arrived and enjoyed the way his eyes bulged seeing a naked redhead with 34GG juggs. He picked up the box and she got into her heels and put on a coat, a faux leather jacket coloured green, that covered her, but showed off her cleavage and failed to completely cover her ass.

She got in the back and opened her jacket, giving the driver something sexy to look at. Her phone went off, it was Rosemann. She sounded awful. Guess being a criminal's cocksleeve during his breakout doesn't make you a lot of friends with the cops.

She made assertions, tried to sound superior. Personally, MJ thought the dumb bitch should have texted. Would have preserved some of her dignity. Whatever, she approved of the story and had arranged for MJ to visit the Auction House in the morning.

Finally, they arrived at Osborn's. She refastened her coat and got out, strutting towards the door, performing for the cameras she knew Norman would be watching. She rung the bell. No answer. She looked for a camera and flashed it then rung the bell. No answer. She got a text. It was from Norman, and it was a picture of the backdoor.

She groaned and walked around the Mansion to reach the back door. It was locked. She knocked. No answer. It was only when she stepped away tonget her phone out that she noticed the larger than normal doggy door.

He really is a mean bastard some... all the time. MJ thought with growing lust.

She took off the jacket and tucked it somewhere it wouldn't be see. She crawled inside and left her phone with her purse just beside the door inside. Since she was already on her hands and knees, she stayed like that and crawled to where she could hear music.

~○~

Norman was seated, enjoying a cigarette in his sharp green suit. He looked down at the nasty little whoreslut his son Harry had found and grinned. He hadn't even had to tell her to lose the jacket or stay on all fours.

It baffled him that she was a journalist.

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