Page 84 of Orion Ruined

“I got it!” she exclaims, just as I slide two fingers snugly inside. She moans, making out as though she’s thinking. “Hmm, no, that wasn’t it. Let me think again.” On the second go I insert my fingers to the knuckle, and do so a few more times.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, yes. Yes.”

They’re not sure what’s going on as I’ve turned sideways to them so I can watch her. “Maisy, they’re waiting on you,” I remind her.

“Someone died,” she says. “Got killed. But there was an unplanned element, and this was what the email correspondence was about. Can you give me a name so I can cross-check it with whatever else I have in my head?”

“Good girl, Maisy,” I whisper. Her eyes lock with mine as I rub her swollen clit. Her licentious eyes undress me, reminding me how dangerous this drug is as I continue to satisfy her craving.

“No–let’s not give her names just yet!” Uncle James exclaims. I turn to him, surprised by his anxious response. “Maybe she’s trying us out and digging for information,” he adds.

“Ask me anything, Uncle James.”

Maisy’s fuck-me voice has lured my uncle into her trap. “I will, yes,” he replies. “Um, what does Milan have on us, the Cartes?”

I jerk two fingers inside her once again, crook them, and massage her g-spot.

“Mmm, yes. Yes. He does have a good hold on–”

“Tell us!” he yells, interrupting her enjoyment.

Looking exasperated, she sighs. “I came across a document explaining the whole establishment. The boxing club, which is your front, here, this boardroom, usually twenty people in it, um…” I swirl around her nub a few times. “…The gambling, special parties, et cetera.” She speaks rhythmically, bouncing slightly on my fingers as she does. “You also provide loans, not at the usual high-interest rates, lower than the banks offer.” I pick up her rhythm and jerk my fingers to it, all the while registering my shock at how much she knows. “For every honest entrepreneur at risk of having to close their restaurant or store, there’s a Carte mafia family member, ready to take over the business or offer a cash injection in exchange for shares. Basically, you’ve established yourselves for both ‘protection‘ and extortion. Yes!”

She finishes with an exclamation and the others look at her strangely. “I told you, I know everything,” she adds.

“Okay, so you know quite a lot about us,” Uncle Leo reiterates as I continue sliding my fingers inside her and rubbing her swollen nub on repeat. “It’s clear Milan was involved in Tom’s murder last Christmas. He had an inside man. But he wasn’t close enough to Tom to know he’d have Mya with him that day.”

“I can’t hold it in any longer,” Maisy whispers in my ear.

Uncle Leo demands full attention, as always. “Are you listening to me, Maisy?”

“Be a good girl and cum without a sound,” I murmur in her ear. “Can you do that for me, my little slut? Come on. Not a peep.” She lowers her head as I turn to them.

It’s time I take over the conversation. “Maisy told me that she remembers seeing a document that stated Mya was supposed to be killed. Whoever wrote it knew about Mya’s psychologist.”

Maisy holds her head in her hands and lets out a long moan, her body tautening almost imperceptibly.

“Is she okay?” Uncle James asks.

“Headaches,” I respond. “So basically, it was an inside job.”

Uncle James slams his fist on the table. “The fucker! I’ll skin him alive when I find out who he is!”

Uncle Colletti looks deep in thought. “Do you know more, Maisy?”

Now she’s had her orgasm, Maisy takes a deep breath and looks up at them, practically glowing. But all I’m thinking about is when the next wave will hit her.

“Tons,” she yawns, “but I’m tired now. Headaches and all. I’ll send you information via Orion if that’s okay.”

Uncle Colletti sounds concerned. “Yes, Orion, take her to bed.”

Fucker. I know he can’t wait to go and jerk off. “Very well. See you tomorrow. Sorry this was such a short meeting,” I say.

“Maybe we can come to your place in, say, two weeks? Where Maisy’s more comfortable?”

Uncle Colletti knows perfectly well I do not host people at home. Unless I must.

“Nah, we don’t need to bother them,” Uncle James says.

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