This is the introduction to a story that I will be writing more of later. I am posting it early to see people 's response and to screen the system, it is not a final draft of the arrant introduction but there is a word of warning. This story will have ABSOLUTELY frightening effect happen in it, ONLY read the whole story when it comes out if you are OK with the themes posted and NEVER transcript ANYTHING THAT HAPPENS. This is meant as fiction and just a way to express a juju, not an excuse to do anything with in. these are matter that SHOULD get you thrown in a dark pit with rabid dogs, or prison, do n't do them !

Again this is a rough tipple and honestly this is a porn land site, does grammar really matter ? please commentary and get in signature if you have any approximation that will be useful for the story. useless unfavorable judgment does nothing and ill just ignore that kind of matter. There will be NO SEX in this version of the initiation but expect some atrocious things in the first chapter, if it ever happens, who knows, shrug, author come and go on this site all the time.

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The epithet Jagger.

I am not a effective man. I lost the right to scream my self that ages ago, after I met my honcho, and if you think I am a bad guy, just guess how bad he is. He runs the show and I do the study, but hey, at least I like my job. I worked my way up with the Bos, a few years of grunt workplace here and a few years of… oh, whats the mundane news for this section, I guess"managing"will do ... managing one of the side operations there, this all made me very well off. My position within ... well, lets just call it,"The society"does n't even require often effort on my piece anymore, so its a very relaxed job. Does n't bruise that it pays well and can be very fun, too.

The Boss has got his hands in just about everything, I think he wants to look into some si-fi shit succeeding but, that 's besides the decimal point of my story. My honcho is a very generous man, the money that he has loaned to out aspiring entrepreneur over the long time has funded some of the bighearted corporal king mansion out there, and his loans always comes back with interest. I am the headspring of the loan returns and repossession side of the boss'body of work. When a lone comes to my desk for investigation its my job to observe out the current status of any collateral that was offered and reclaim the economic value of the lone. My"official"title is individual police detective, and while technically true, I guess, it does n't do my job justice.

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

But lets get to the safe role. The job I enjoyed the most was out west. Some brilliant guy showed the Boss his"get rich easy"plan and the Boss decided to give him the loan. The amount was vast and the idiot put everything up as collateral, his house, his company, the designs of his programme, his fellowship, ya know criterion stuff and nonsense everyone puts up as collateral.

well the"get deep well-off"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 collect was n't even that bad after everything was calculated ; just all land owned by him and his prompt phratry, any car and trade good attached to his family hold, a daughter and his biography. Could possess been a lot spoiled, all that would happen was his wife and 2 of his kids would be stateless with zilch but the clothing on their back, one kid would serve"the company"and he would be numb, nothing big. Well the silent ass ran.

We like it when they run. Any expense gets added to the amount that they owe. That means the tabs of any bounty Orion and information processing system specialists we hire to track them down was charged to the runner. All of this is with involvement I might add, and any affair I want for myself is also added because I can. I have n't looked at the going pace on bounteousness hunters lately but the soundly ones cost a lot. I almost feel bad for the families of the multitude who run, but I do n't. That 's the job.

fountainhead this silent ass, I 'm just going to foretell him Dumbass from now on, was"lovingly"married with three girl, perfect for us, terrible for them. Miriam, his wife, was a crack hot Milf in her mid 30 's, who only seemed to birth that motherly shape in her breasts and ass, even after giving birth to 3 kids. Men would obliterate for a lover with that figure of speech, women would wipe out to have it. She had started dating Dumbass Whitney Moore Young Jr., like literal Whitney Young. He was in university almost graduated and she was most definitely was not. An early drop out of high schooltime school, she had never worked a job in her life, excepting dumbass to do that section for her. She was kinda stuck up over all but, to her welfare, she loved her home and would do anything for her girl, something I used from day one.

The oldest daughter was named Anabel. Definitely the sexiest of the intact family. Long ramification, gorgeous face, in force B cup boobs, with her skinny ass she could have been working as a mannequin 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 cunt as an unobtainable award for them to fight over, they would maintain trying to woe her in Thomas More and more elaborate ways. After high school she stopped doing anything, instead lounging at habitation waiting for one date or another to come and take her to the next party or event. Some how after all this, when I got to her she was still a virgin.

The middle girl, Becky, was the opposite of her older baby. Any affair Anabel liked, Becky hated and vice versa. Becky worked very hard at everything she did and the inquiry that we sent out all came back as her being a straight A student running for student advocate president. The exclusively things that the sisters had in common were commanding attitude and amazing figures. She did n't stimulate the potential to be a framework like her Sister, a niggling shorter and with a more wide-cut form but, Becky was no push over in the looks section. That lilliputian superfluous volume she had on her bones only made the curvature of her body more fun to watch. She had an energy around her that led others to hear to what she said, which led to a small fillip for us.

The live girl was the vernal. Callie was an adorable scholar who 's body fell some where between her two sisters but was no less of a catch. Her body was lenient in all the right home and tight where it counted. Her chest was smaller then that of the female parent 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 happy, perfectly glad to find praise and care from those around her. She a girl surrounded by unattackable charwoman and a doting father, her kinfolk had done a great job of creating a pure and obedient tiddler who was a joy to be with. She is still my preferent now.

The day that I first approached the kinfolk was a peachy day for me, and the end of their well-heeled little abode, 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 homes. Until the"caring"father was caught by our men I would have to stay close to his family, to cook sure they did n't run. Till then, I was going to enjoy this experience to the fullest. All expenses paid vacation on hammerhead'dime, hell yeah !