" Smith, yeah, Joan Smith." OK, Joan Smith, now what's on your mind?" Uh huh, Smith and I was Rockefeller."I need help, protection. You do protect peo...le don't you? How much will it cost me?" Yup and it's a hundred a day plus expenses." She was young and pretty and very scared. I saw her face drop as she opened the door."Oh. I can't afford that much," she all but whispered rushing out before I could mention working something out.Well, you win some, you loose some. I don't know why but I looked. His is a word for word copy paste of an ERP I had with my favourite subby slut. If people seem to enjoy/request this kind of content I'll add more as I have a literal archive.Tags: Futa (of course There was areply, saying that would work and an address to come to. Drew was a bitleery of the whole thing, worried about some scam or maybe even a rip offor robbery. He checked out the address and was surprised, well reallystunned. The street address was in a very nice neighborhood, nothingsleazy or even scary. Heck, he'd be the one who looked out of placethere, as he didn't come from an upper class family, who'd live in aplace like this. Seeing the house on maps, made him decide to go for. He drank the vial, getting the whole thing down in three long gulps."Ugh," he grunted, making a face and wiping his mouth."I spent that long concocting the stuff, why couldn't I have taken alittle longer and made it taste better, too?"He glanced at the clock built in to his microwave, noting the timecarefully. He could feel it inside his gut, sloshing around his stomachas if he'd swallowed a water balloon. In a moment, it would settle andmix into his digestive fluids, and then it wouldn't be.