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Chapter 30 by Mr.B. Mr.B.

What's on his mind?

Walter

"..I'm talking about Walter, remember him?"
Simmons started nibbling Max's right ear, while finishing to open up her jacket.

"The...the cop working in your district?" For how much she hated it, she was already starting to lose her concentration as he moved downward, methodically kissing her neck.

"Yeah, that's him..." Max's head began slowly tilting on the left, involuntary giving him more space.

"...and if I remember correctly..", Simmons' right hand slipped under the waistband of her leather pants, as his left arm resumed holding her thightly against him "...the one you let screw you shortly before I entered your bedroom"

Max's eyes suddenly opened, now shamefully remembering her behaviour after the old cop got her out of the police station. She weakly tried to leave his grasp, but it was too late for that. She tried to say something but all she could do was gasp, as his middle finger sank all the way inside her already moistened lips.

As she began to breathe more heavily through her mouth , he resumed whispering in her right ear, skillfully working his fingers inside her panties. "One little bug just revealed me the old son of a bitch is trying to somehow stab me in the back, maybe with the help of someone else."

"What I want from you is find out what's on his fucked up mind by double crossing him"
"You will ask him for help against me, convince him to reveal all the little details, and then come back to me whenever you got something."

Max could feel her legs get weaker and weaker, as his fingers worked inside her. With one hand she was grasping his forearm, feeling his pace increase and slow down in an irregular motion.

"I am sure you will be very persuasive.."

As he began stroking her clit with his thumb she closed her eyes sighing heavily, letting the back of her head rest on his left shouder.

She could feel his hardon pressing against her back, as her climax was growing closer and closer.

Suddenly, he stopped kissing her neck and slowly withdrew his hand from within her pants, licking his fingers clean.

"All clear? Sorry baby but I have no time for this right now"

He kissed her one last time and deliberately groped her ass driving her towards the door "Time to get to work, we'll see each other soon enough"

She feeled the urge to smash her elbow against his jaw, but somehow managed to get out of there without killing him and without uttering a single word.

What's next?

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