Onyx Mafia: Insatiable - Episode 2: (Lia and Meghan) (Onyx Mafia: Insatiable Book 1) by Nova Black
Authors: Nova Black
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Meghan’s story
I left the conference room in a daze, hailing a cab with my shirt haphazardly buttoned and inside out pants. The cabbie barely glanced at me, merely grunting when I told him which hotel to drive to.
I felt light. My brain had long since abandoned any semblance of logic or reasonable thought. Instead, a steady tempo of “ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod” bounced freely in my head.
She had turned me out, thoroughly, and I could not muster one single regret. I lifted my shaking hand and marveled at it, the cabbie growling, “You high, lady?”
“Fuck no!” I beamed at him. “Got laid. Gorgeous woman did me in,” I leaned in conspiratorially. “Eight times!” I whispered.
“Well shit,” he replied. “I’d have my drawers hanging out my shirt then, too.”
I looked down, barely concerned about the red cloth peeking out from the inside pocket of my blazer. Lia had stuck it there after kissing me passionately, her hand trailing to cup my breast one more time.
Another shiver ran through me and the cabbie chuckled, shaking his head.
“Lady, this is your stop.”
I nodded amiably, throwing way too much money into his lap. I was euphoric, uncharacteristically so. For the first time in my life I felt free, released, giving not one fuck about the stares from passersby, nodding at them with a giant grin as I answered my ringing phone. It was Eagleton. I tried to tamper my high as I walked to the elevators, knowing he could pop up anytime. Our team was staying at the same hotel and his room was only three doors from mine.
“Wallace! Where are you? I’ve been waiting to debrief you.”
Heh, debrief. The image of Lia sliding my red panties off my hips loomed in my vision, making my legs weak. I moaned and leaned against the metal panel.
Next to me a guy in a brown suit frowned in my direction. “Are you going to press the button?” The elderly woman beside to him just sort of shook her head, glaring daggers at me.
Yeah, you jealous grandma? Eight motherfuckin’ times!
I bit back a snort and tried to focus on what Eagleton was saying, very loudly, over the phone.
“What, now? I can’t sir. I’m – ahh…” The elevator opened and the man and his surly mother got on. I looked around the lobby desperately. I could run for it, I thought giddily. The FBI doesn’t know all my tricks!
“Ma’am. Are you going in??” The brown suit guy was holding the open door button. How sweet!
I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
“Shit, she’s high.”
“I told you Richard, the girls around her are nothing but druggie tramps. Now my friend Esther has a niece…”
“Jesus, Mother. Beth and I were just divorced three weeks ago.”
“Back on the saddle, I say. Anyway, my friend Esther–”
The door slid shut cutting off their awkward conversation. “Have fun with that ride, Dick.” I muttered.
“What?” Eagleton said on the phone.
“Um… I said I’m feeling sick. Yeah, uh… pretty bad, stomach wise. Weird, I felt fine this morning.”
“Oh. Must have been something you ate?”
I snorted... definitely.
“Wow, excuse me about that. Weird noises are coming out now. I think it’s best if I go lay down.”
“Alright, Wallace. I’ll talk to you in the morning. I need to fill you in on a new development.”
“Roger that, sir. In the a.m.”
He sighed, hanging up. The elevator dinged its return and I pulled myself onto it. Another woman slid in next to me, expensive perfume filling the space. She looked at me and did a double take, her eyes widening.
“I, uh… ahem. I was robbed.” Her mouth opened and she let her eyes travel up and down my state of affairs. Rested on the panties peeking from my jacket pocket.
“They, um… they tried to take everything. But at least I got them back.” Silence. “The panties, I mean. They’re my favorite pair.” (They are now.)
Mercifully for the poor woman the elevator opened and I stepped off, turning
I left the conference room in a daze, hailing a cab with my shirt haphazardly buttoned and inside out pants. The cabbie barely glanced at me, merely grunting when I told him which hotel to drive to.
I felt light. My brain had long since abandoned any semblance of logic or reasonable thought. Instead, a steady tempo of “ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod” bounced freely in my head.
She had turned me out, thoroughly, and I could not muster one single regret. I lifted my shaking hand and marveled at it, the cabbie growling, “You high, lady?”
“Fuck no!” I beamed at him. “Got laid. Gorgeous woman did me in,” I leaned in conspiratorially. “Eight times!” I whispered.
“Well shit,” he replied. “I’d have my drawers hanging out my shirt then, too.”
I looked down, barely concerned about the red cloth peeking out from the inside pocket of my blazer. Lia had stuck it there after kissing me passionately, her hand trailing to cup my breast one more time.
Another shiver ran through me and the cabbie chuckled, shaking his head.
“Lady, this is your stop.”
I nodded amiably, throwing way too much money into his lap. I was euphoric, uncharacteristically so. For the first time in my life I felt free, released, giving not one fuck about the stares from passersby, nodding at them with a giant grin as I answered my ringing phone. It was Eagleton. I tried to tamper my high as I walked to the elevators, knowing he could pop up anytime. Our team was staying at the same hotel and his room was only three doors from mine.
“Wallace! Where are you? I’ve been waiting to debrief you.”
Heh, debrief. The image of Lia sliding my red panties off my hips loomed in my vision, making my legs weak. I moaned and leaned against the metal panel.
Next to me a guy in a brown suit frowned in my direction. “Are you going to press the button?” The elderly woman beside to him just sort of shook her head, glaring daggers at me.
Yeah, you jealous grandma? Eight motherfuckin’ times!
I bit back a snort and tried to focus on what Eagleton was saying, very loudly, over the phone.
“What, now? I can’t sir. I’m – ahh…” The elevator opened and the man and his surly mother got on. I looked around the lobby desperately. I could run for it, I thought giddily. The FBI doesn’t know all my tricks!
“Ma’am. Are you going in??” The brown suit guy was holding the open door button. How sweet!
I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
“Shit, she’s high.”
“I told you Richard, the girls around her are nothing but druggie tramps. Now my friend Esther has a niece…”
“Jesus, Mother. Beth and I were just divorced three weeks ago.”
“Back on the saddle, I say. Anyway, my friend Esther–”
The door slid shut cutting off their awkward conversation. “Have fun with that ride, Dick.” I muttered.
“What?” Eagleton said on the phone.
“Um… I said I’m feeling sick. Yeah, uh… pretty bad, stomach wise. Weird, I felt fine this morning.”
“Oh. Must have been something you ate?”
I snorted... definitely.
“Wow, excuse me about that. Weird noises are coming out now. I think it’s best if I go lay down.”
“Alright, Wallace. I’ll talk to you in the morning. I need to fill you in on a new development.”
“Roger that, sir. In the a.m.”
He sighed, hanging up. The elevator dinged its return and I pulled myself onto it. Another woman slid in next to me, expensive perfume filling the space. She looked at me and did a double take, her eyes widening.
“I, uh… ahem. I was robbed.” Her mouth opened and she let her eyes travel up and down my state of affairs. Rested on the panties peeking from my jacket pocket.
“They, um… they tried to take everything. But at least I got them back.” Silence. “The panties, I mean. They’re my favorite pair.” (They are now.)
Mercifully for the poor woman the elevator opened and I stepped off, turning
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