This is the launching to a narrative that I will be writing More of later. I am posting it too soon to see citizenry 's response and to screen the organization, it is not a final drawing of the finish introduction but there is a word of warning. This story will have ABSOLUTELY terrible events occur in it, ONLY read the whole storey when it comes out if you are OK with the report posted and NEVER COPY ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a juju, not an exculpation to do anything with in. these are things that SHOULD get you thrown in a disconsolate pit with rabid firedog, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a rough tipple and honestly this is a smut site, does grammar really matter ? please commentary and get in touch if you have any idea that will be utile for the narration. useless unfavorable judgment does nil and ill just ignore that kind of matter. There will be NO SEX in this version of the introduction but expect some terrible things in the initiatory chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, source come and go on this web site all the time.

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The names Jagger.

I am not a good man. I lost the right to promise my self that ages ago, after I met my hirer, and if you think I am a bad guy, just reckon how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the employment, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the chief, a few years of grunt oeuvre here and a few long time of… oh, whats the mundane word for this parting, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the side operations there, this all made me very well off. My billet within ... well, lets just call it,"The Company"does n't even require much effort on my part anymore, so its a very slack up job. Does n't hurt that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The foreman has got his script in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit adjacent but, that 's besides the distributor point of my news report. My boss is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneur over the year has funded some of the biggest corporate power houses out there, and his loans always comes back with interest. I am the head teacher of the loanword income tax return and repossession English of the boss'workplace. When a lone comes to my desk for probe its my job to recover out the current condition of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the time value of the lone. My"functionary"title is secret investigator, and while technically dead on target, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

You know that one super massive tech company, yeah THAT tech troupe, Boss put up most of the showtime up on it, off the ledger of course. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. Hes got an eye for those things my boss, but not every loanword my Bos has given go as cleanly as that one. near people who take a loan fucking suck with money and can never payback the money the Bos gave them, but that 's where I come in, to get what is owed to the Boss, with interest.

But lets get to the good part. The job I enjoyed the most was out Cicily Isabel Fairfield. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his"get plenteous gentle"plan and the Boss decided to reach him the loan. The amount was huge and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the pattern of his plan, his house, ya know received stuff everyone puts up as collateral.

well the"get rich easy"plan of this guy failed miserably and so I was sent his information and I got in touch with him regarding recovering the Bosses assets. The measure I needed to take in was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all body politic owned by him and his immediate family unit, any car and trade good attached to his house hold, a daughter and his lifetime. Could cause been a lot worse, all that would hap was his wife and 2 of his kids would be dispossessed with cypher but the wear on their backs, one kid would serve"the ship's company"and he would be dead, nothing big. Well the dumb ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount of money that they owe. That means the tabs of any bounty Orion and computer specialists we hire to get across them down was charged to the smuggler. All of this is with pursuit I might add, and any thing I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going pace on premium hunters lately but the effective unity cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the fellowship of the hoi polloi who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

Well this speechless ass, I 'm just going to call him knucklehead from now on, was"lovingly"married with three daughter, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a super hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to possess that motherly shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 kids. Men would kill for a buff with that public figure, cleaning lady would kill to have it. She had started dating Dumbass young, like real number new. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of high school school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting shithead to do that part for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her kinsfolk and would do anything for her daughters, something I used from day one.

The quondam girl was named Anabel. Definitely the sexy of the entire family. Long legs, gorgeous face, effective B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could have been working as a model if she was n't so lazy. She realized early in life that men would do anything for her and so long as she kept her pussy as an unobtainable swag for them to oppose over, they would keep trying to woe her in more and more elaborate ways. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at base waiting for one particular date or another to come and take her to the next political party or event. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The in-between daughter, Becky, was the opposition of her Old sister. Any thing Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiries that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A scholar running for bookman guidance President. The only things that the Sister had in common were commanding attitudes and awing figures. She did n't own the voltage to be a fashion model like her sister, a piffling shorter and with a more total bod but, Becky was no pushing over in the looks department. That lilliputian extra volume she had on her bones only made the curve ball of her torso more fun to watch. She had an vim around her that led others to listen to what she said, which led to a lowly bonus for us.

The hold up daughter was the youngest. Callie was an adorable student who 's body fell some where between her two sis but was no LE of a catch. Her body was lenient in all the decently places and tight where it counted. Her chest was smaller then that of the mother and Becky but, had already surpassed the eldest daughter by a cup size or two. Of all of them, only she seemed to be actually well-chosen, perfectly happy to take in praise and attention from those around her. She a lady friend surrounded by strong women and a doting Father-God, her fellowship had done a heavy job of creating a pure and obedient baby who was a delight to be with. She is still my favourite now.

The day that I first approached the kin was a capital day for me, and the end of their well-fixed little home base, but it was n't going to happen all at once, no, I was going to let the debt pile on before I ripped them from their habitation. Until the"caring"father was caught by our men I would bear to stay close to his kinfolk, to get sure they did n't run. boulder clay then, I was going to bask this experience to the fullest. All expenses paid vacation on dumbass'dime, hell yeah !