Behind the Mask Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Behind the Mask Ch. 14

... that in China, you can have a new hymen installed?"

"No way."

"Fucking hymen implants. The future is now, old man," I hollered, and he laughed heartily.

We fell into a comfortable silence, and he watched Artemis slither into view. After a while, he noted, "Might need to rename that snake. Don't think the Goddess of Maidenhood takes kindly to girls who taint themselves by associating with boys."

"Is that what we're gonna call it now? 'Associating?'" I laughed. He was dancing around the matter with me, and I sighed. Time to break out of it and head back to the real world. "What's really on your mind?"

He regarded me carefully. "We're... talking serious now?" I nodded, and he thought for a moment. "What are you gonna do about your assistant?"

"Nothing. Can't tip him off that I know, and investigating any further won't change anything. It's a dead end."

"Then what was the whole point of that exercise?" he asked, puzzled.

"For confirmation. It wasn't pointless, it's just that we now need to pursue a different avenue of inquiry. There has to be something else I missed, and unfortunately I feel like it's something obvious. You know that feeling? Like you just know you're gonna facepalm when you finally find the answer?"

"Happens more than I'd like," he admitted.

The intercom crackled to life. "Mademoiselle?" The double agent himself. "May I enter?"

I waved at August to get dressed, and we both pulled our pants on. I pushed to talk on the intercom, "Enter." Alain walked in politely, standing before my desk. I had to remind myself to not space out and process everything I was feeling while he talked. Not an easy feat.

Alain looked courteously toward August, and I waved him off. With permission to talk shop in front of the outsider, Alain went straight to business. "Somebody is requesting an audience,mademoiselle. Muerte, from Los Cuatro 'Inetes."

"Shit," I spat. The Four Horsemen, the newest cartel terror that was steadily gaining traction in Mexico and the States.

"You're dealing with the Jinetes?" August asked gravely.

"Not Muerte. I had a bit of a turf war with Hambruna two years ago, but that's settled, and I put out a bounty on one of Pestilencia's men a few months ago." I sat back and weaved my fingers together. "What do you know about the Jinetes?"

August thought for a moment before answering. "Highly organized, much more so than your average cartel. As the name suggests, they're split into four divisions, overseeing all street crime. Pestilencia is the drug runner. Guerra is the gun runner. Hambruna runs the sex business." He grunted, troubled. "But we never got a read on what Muerte's business is. Which is worrying, considering his name. We just don't see his division doing much of anything, as far as we can tell."

I groaned. Just what I needed, freaking gangbangers to further complicate my life. I'd rather have the other type of gangbangs, I thought ruefully. "Did he say what he wants?"

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