Conspirators

"What if there was no Lamar, Daddy?" Faith asked innocuously, roaming her soft, lithe pink tongue up and down Devonte's cock. The subordinate's brow furrowed.

"The fuck you mean by that?" he asked, frustrated that she wasn't focusing completely on blowing him.

"I mean, what if Lamar was out of the picture. What if you owned this club, and I was your head girl," Faith purred.

The wire wasn't working out well. Faith wasn't picking up anything too helpful. But she wanted to cooperate, to get a leg up. So she was enlisting Devonte as her conspirator, to help her discover the information that could truly help Vasquez and Vega take down this enterprise.

"Shit," he said, his cock stiff, bobbing heavily. "Fuck, I'd do so much with it."

"Tell me," Faith purred. "And let me help you."