"Why did you kill Amad?" The Detective paced about in the room as he opened the interrogation. Mia, sitting on a steel chair with both hands fettered to a steel table, struggled to wrap her head around the allegation. On the table was a gun and a blood- stained dress. Both articles were concealed in transparent plastic bags. And a couple of photos also made cast on the items on the table. "I didn't Kill him," Mia responded with a shaky voice. The young Detective flashed a smile on his face. He looked at Mia and gave in to another smile. "Alright," he spoke. "Let’s say I believe you. You didn't Kill Amad and i want to let you go. How then do I explain your finger prints on the gun found the crime scene?" "That's not my gun," Mia responded. "That's Crystal’s gun. She shot Amad. I saw her shoot Amad." "And, the finger prints on the gun?" He inquired. Mia's face grew haggard. Sweat made audience on her face. The picture was becoming clear in her head. Yet she was defenseless. "Do
"You have two minutes," The Police Officer announced to the vistors as soon as they entered the visitors room. They only allowed five vistors at a time during the visitation hour. And, Mrs. Jackson made the first batch. A smile flashed as she set her eyes on Mia who sat looking down in shame on the other side of the tempered glass. Mrs. Jackson pushed back her tears as she picked the phone from the phone's receiver from it's handle. She knocked on the glass gently. Mia picked up the receiver on the other end. She barely looked at her mother. "I've spoken to a few good lawyers in town," Mrs. Jackson spoke calmly. "The best offer on the table is $23, 700. He needs a down-payment of $5, 700. And the remainder payable in three months. On me, I have $1, 375. I have sold almost all the non- essential items in our possession to raise that sum. I need to get you out of here." Mia shook her head, "What about the DA'S Office. I was told I'll be assigned a lawyer." "They want you to
Court was in session. Three days after her arrest, Mia was called to the dock by the judge. "Mia Jackson," The female judge spoke calmly. "You're hereby accused of murdering and concealing the body of Amad Azizi. A Tunisian and son of a diplomat. Do you understandthe charges levied against you?" Mia nodded a couple of times. "Yes your honour," She replied. The Judge further probed further, "How do you plead?" "Not guilty," She replied confidently. A loud scornful murmur rang out in the court room. It was as though it was not as quiet as still waters. The audience, most from the Tunisian community, pointed their fingers at Mia with disdain and impunity as they spoke in their mother tongues. The judge knocked the gravel on the desk twice. "Silence! Silence in court!" The Judge called the court to order. "Hearing to this case will commerce on 5th October, 2024. Court adjourned." The gravel was slammed on the desk again. The judge stood up and walked back to her cham
Rain gushed down violently from the dark- grey minibus crowds.Mia, a twenty three beautiful goddess with long hair and blue eyes, didn't care a bit to walk under the natural watery elements. In both hands, she carried the shoes that had adorned her feet earlier that day. She walked barefooted in the dirty rain water. Tears burnt in her eyes as she sobbed with quivering lips. If angels truly cry due to heart- breaks, then you are reading about one. While she strode the forsaken uptown streets, a black posche car sped from behind and parked a few meters in front of her.The door to the automobile swung open and a Man dressed in a black tailor made suit stepped. He held an umbrella over his head.Mia waded her feet through the running rainy water until she reached the car.The man opened the back door and beckoned her to enter with a single nod.Mia, without thinking twice, hopped in and sat by Corinth Wade.The interior of the car was so cosy and comfortable. The leather seats serv
Men are different. Like night and day, they're NEVER the same. Like Derrick, some show affection, love and care before they can fuck you. Others, Like Derrick's billionaire- mafia uncle Corinth, are natural predators. They simply get to the point. They're go- getters even at first glance.Regardless of the difference, these sons of bitches have one common denominator. They show you their true colors when they cum!It's as simple as that!***The above sentiments running in the mind of Mia as Corinth worked his hand around her cunt.Every little bit of her screamed against what Corinth was doing to her. It was a taboo. But Deep down her core, she was coming to terms with it. If Derrick could cheat on her, who was she not to. She was just human."A... h," a sigh escaped her lips as Corinth pushed his index finger Deep in her flesh.Corinth looked at her goddess face. He loved the expression it served. "Do you love it?" his Deep voice rang out.Mia kept her cool. She was quiet. She was l
Corinth's driver brought the car to a stop at an opulent mansion. It was big and beautiful. A fountain of water gushed up at the entrance. While Corinth and Mia burnt with passion and made love, the driver shielded the back seat out of sight. He didn't see a thing. His lot was to drive the Billionaire Mafia - Corinth. And, he understood the assignment. ***Rains had abated a bit. A gentle knock was heard on the car's door.The Driver stood with and umbrella over his head and waited for Corinth to come out.A moment later, the door swung open Corinth stepped out and Mia followed after him.The long coat and a cum- stained pant was the only things that covered her body."I'll take it up from here," Corinth took the umbrella and led Mia into the mansion.***Water gushed down as Mia treated herself to a hot shower. She reckoned, she had a great time with Corinth. It was her first time having sex in a car. A moving car for that matter. The pleasurable experience was out of this world.
Derrick was somewhat a gentleman.He had a way with words. He believed in dialogue. He would verbally prowl around a woman until when she was in his control.By day, he worked as an assistant accountant in the water utility company. At night, he was a passionate lover. His ways in bed were equally gentle. The sucker would pass out and sleep like a baby immediately after ejaculation.On the other hand, His uncle Corinth was the exact opposite. He was a mafia. He never took 'No' for any answer.By day he was am established businessman. At night, he was a beast. Feasting on horny women's wet cunts in the Phoenix.This motherfucker was not a 'sisi'. Ejaculation not enough to put him to bed. Every cum, meant another opportunity to go again.***The above comparison echoed at the back of her mind as Corinth's tongue first touched her cunt. Her body shuddered vehemently. Corinth meticulous screwed his tongue into her cunt. And, slowly pulled it out. His tongue was redeployed on the clit.
Derrick stomped into the lounge of Mia's newly acquired apartment. It was beautifully spacious and boasted of expense furniture and paintings. Thanks to Corinth's generosity.Mia stood in front of a huge window enjoying a lit cigarette.Derrick stood spared just over a meter between where he stood and Mia."You are smoke?" He inquired in an angry tone. "Since when did you become a smoker?"Mia, without turning around, "Who wants to know?""What the fuck, Mia?" Derrick retorted with agitation. "You mean you can't recognise my voice anymore? And what happened to facing the person you are talking to?"Mia chuckled teasingly."How may I help you?" She offered. "It's been a week since I last saw you. Your phone has been off. You moved from your mama's house, and now what? You live here?"Mia turned around and sat on the chair by the window."How did you find this place? And, what do you want here?" She inquired softly.Derrick shook his head in disbelief. "You've been off the radar for a
Court was in session. Three days after her arrest, Mia was called to the dock by the judge. "Mia Jackson," The female judge spoke calmly. "You're hereby accused of murdering and concealing the body of Amad Azizi. A Tunisian and son of a diplomat. Do you understandthe charges levied against you?" Mia nodded a couple of times. "Yes your honour," She replied. The Judge further probed further, "How do you plead?" "Not guilty," She replied confidently. A loud scornful murmur rang out in the court room. It was as though it was not as quiet as still waters. The audience, most from the Tunisian community, pointed their fingers at Mia with disdain and impunity as they spoke in their mother tongues. The judge knocked the gravel on the desk twice. "Silence! Silence in court!" The Judge called the court to order. "Hearing to this case will commerce on 5th October, 2024. Court adjourned." The gravel was slammed on the desk again. The judge stood up and walked back to her cham
"You have two minutes," The Police Officer announced to the vistors as soon as they entered the visitors room. They only allowed five vistors at a time during the visitation hour. And, Mrs. Jackson made the first batch. A smile flashed as she set her eyes on Mia who sat looking down in shame on the other side of the tempered glass. Mrs. Jackson pushed back her tears as she picked the phone from the phone's receiver from it's handle. She knocked on the glass gently. Mia picked up the receiver on the other end. She barely looked at her mother. "I've spoken to a few good lawyers in town," Mrs. Jackson spoke calmly. "The best offer on the table is $23, 700. He needs a down-payment of $5, 700. And the remainder payable in three months. On me, I have $1, 375. I have sold almost all the non- essential items in our possession to raise that sum. I need to get you out of here." Mia shook her head, "What about the DA'S Office. I was told I'll be assigned a lawyer." "They want you to
"Why did you kill Amad?" The Detective paced about in the room as he opened the interrogation. Mia, sitting on a steel chair with both hands fettered to a steel table, struggled to wrap her head around the allegation. On the table was a gun and a blood- stained dress. Both articles were concealed in transparent plastic bags. And a couple of photos also made cast on the items on the table. "I didn't Kill him," Mia responded with a shaky voice. The young Detective flashed a smile on his face. He looked at Mia and gave in to another smile. "Alright," he spoke. "Let’s say I believe you. You didn't Kill Amad and i want to let you go. How then do I explain your finger prints on the gun found the crime scene?" "That's not my gun," Mia responded. "That's Crystal’s gun. She shot Amad. I saw her shoot Amad." "And, the finger prints on the gun?" He inquired. Mia's face grew haggard. Sweat made audience on her face. The picture was becoming clear in her head. Yet she was defenseless. "Do
"You shot?!" Mia screamed aloud. "You have killed him."Crystal turned to Mia. Her face was as grim as hell. "Dress up," She ordered Mia in a faint but stern voice. "Dress up, now."Mia scampered to her clothes. Her hands trembled vehemently. Her face grew haggard. Sweat, great drops of sweat stood on her forehead. Fear was written all over her wrinkled face as she slipped her clothes on.Amad laid cold in a pool of his own blood. A bullet from Crystal's smoking gun had pierced through his skull. He was dead. Crystal killed him."He was not here," Crystal spoke calmly after a deep breath. "He was never here. Nothing happened here. Do you understand." Mia nodded as she pulled the pant up her body.She was shaken to the core. Terrified! Yet she managed to stitch an ounce of composure. At least, that is what her outlook suggested.Crystal was stood in front of Mia like a rock - she was without a pinch of emotions nor fear. It was as though she had not done something wrong. Worse still,
Breaths. Half breaths. Punctuated by heavy groans that ensued as Mia and Crystal locked in a steamy sixty- nine. The duo dug out and sucked each other's wet pussy with Mia atop.Saliva dripping from Mia's mouth as she serviced Crystal’s cunt. Crystal on the other hand, sucked in every ounce of juice that dripped from partner's pussy.A moment later, the two disengaged from the steamy sixty- nine and locked their lower bodies into a scissors. The goal was to glide and rub their cunts together. And it was achieved easily. Thanks to Crystal. As the two ladies rubbed their wet cunts together, they kissed, touched and caressed each other. Deep breaths escaped their mouths. After a good measure of knocking and rubbing each other's cunts, Crystal pulled out and pushed Mia on the bed. She laid flat with her legs wide open. "Good gal", She echoed as she placed her finger in Mia's pussy. Her mouth squarely rested on her clit."Awww", Mia moaned in delight.Crystal rubbed her tongue on Mia’s
“Hands were I can see them!” the security officer commanded. “Or I will shoot you.”Mia, however, objected. She dared him to shoot. Thus she walked out of the building, still clinging to the pair of shoes and trousers for the Human Resource director.As she descended the few stairs of the old, yet key Government building, the what Officer came stomping after her a rabid dog.Mia was either going to prison or she would be marshalled away in a bag as a dead body. She knew this full well. And the latter was her preference.Crystal, the Runner, drove in at a great speed and came to a calculated and precise halt just by Mia’s toes. She stretched to the side and opened the door to the passenger’s seat.“Hop in while you can,” Crystal invited Mia.Mia shook her head, “You follow me around now?!”“Just get in,” Crystal insisted.Mia was quiet hesitant. Thus she declined, “No, thank you. I honestly don’t want anything to do with you or Corinth.” The officer steadied his aim at Mia, he was rea
Mia, clad in a formal dress, albeit short, closed her eyes, she let out a deep breath before knocking on the Human Resource Director's office at the Cabinet office.A male voice rang out aloud. "Come in!"Mia opened the door and walked in. An envelope was perched between her upper arm and body.The HR Director scanned Mia from head to toe as she approached the desk."Good morning sir," She beamed with a smile. "I was called yesterday. For the job... position of cleaner.""Do you have a name?" The Director wondered rudely. "Yes sir. I'm Mia Jackson," She responded politely.The Director nodded, "Have a seat.""Thank you," She responded and took her seat in front of a fairly old man whose face was cursed with wrinkles. His head was as white as an almond tree.The Director looked at Mia in the eyes and spoke, "To begin with your application letter came in late. You do not have the needed experience. You were not shortlisted for the job. But, I'm the guy that makes things happen. You scr
In an air and light starved room, Mia laid on the bed in shear silence. Her tear- stained eyes spoke volumes of the long nights that haunted Her with regrets and self- pity. A week it had been, yet she cared less to treat her body to a bath. Her hair was mugged up like a mad woman. She had lost her spirit. And the urge to wake up to yet another day full of possibilities had quickly worn thin. A gentle knock was heard on the door. And before Mia could stich words of invitation into the room, the door swung open and Mrs. Jackson walked in. She held a cup of steaming tea in hand. "I made you a cup of tea," She warmly announced as Mia pulled herself to a sitting position. "You better drink while it's hot." Receiving the cup, Mia expressed her gratitude, "Thank you." Mrs. Jackson walked to the window and opened it after rolling back the curtains. "The world is beautiful out there. You can't see it that way in this dark and airless room." Then she walked back to Mia's bed and sat
Amad groaned in pain as he regained his consciousness and slowly found his way back in tuned with reality. He was tied to a chair beneath the shower in Mia's bathroom. Of course, he tried to fidget and toss about in a bid to free himself, but the fetters that bound him were too strong. A while ago, jut when he was about to treat himself to saliva- dripping and deep- throating blow job, the Gunny covered in a black mask and hoodie knocked him unconscious. She hit hard at the back of his head with the magazine of the gun. Mia also made cast in the tiny bathroom. She sat on the toilet pan adjacent to Amad. She was clad in nothing but a white towel. Cleary, she was confusion and afraid. Her trembling hands and tearful eyes gave testament to that. "Who... are you?" Amad stitched out a question in a stammer. The Gunny pushed the hoodie off her head and took off the mask. A smile dazzled across her face. She was nothing short of beautiful. "I'm your nightmare," She coldly responded. "Bu