I had myself convinced that this was the smart thing to do. Leave it alone, you got paid. You are still alive and whatever was going on was law enforc...ment stuff.Hell no!That isn’t how I operate. Mistake or not professional or not, that Shiss poop shoveling arsewipe and his cowardly friend needed to find out what it meant to be hunted by Angel T. Marifou. I would not take a contract for a billion credits until ... well yeah maybe for a billion I would. But not a credit lower.I was just about to. It was my personal opinion that the novelty of being fucked by a Black man would not turn many White girls on, yet a Black girl being fucked by a White man might well turn her on. Yeah, I know, that was stereotyping, but it wouldn’t be a stereotype if it were not often true.Oh, well, I was responsible for finding the new gigolo, even though Sue would have the final approval. That didn’t bother me because it was the characteristics of the fucking that had to be the deciding factor, and I sure as. She started thinking about where she was, but there wasjust one thing she had to try first."Nikki," Liyah whispered nervously. "C-could you do me a favor?" I thought you were doing me one with that thick, luscious caramelcandy you have here," Nikki said, sucking the tip before grabbing itand hitting it on the palm of her hand. "Are you sure you don't haveimplants? I mean, you can't be taking hormones with this." Nah, not with all the sleepless nights these puppies gave me when theycame in,". Not before she'd totally humiliated me in front of all her staff, though."Fuck! Denise Lowe!" I leaned back in my chair and looked at her. Her blonde hair was longer than it had been, with a braid hanging down her back. Her intelligent-looking eyes and sharp little nose were just as imperious as they had been all those years ago. And she was looking at me as though I was a piece of crap. Typical Denise, I thought. And the dumb cow was dressed up as if she was going for a job as a stockbroker..