Sally Mae: The Revenge of the Twin Dragons: Part 1

Detective Stone shows up at the scene with two bodies under sheets. An officer tells her it’s Miss Jane and another Blackground soldier. Stone clocks the towel with “S. Mae” stitched on it and knows this shit just got personal. Cut to Gabriel’s dark office—voice like gravel, face in shadow. Miss Jane’s husband stumbles in, begging for blood. Gabriel has him tossed and mutters he’s flying to L.A. himself. Sally steps out her place, gun ready, when Isiah slides from the alley looking like Trevor’s ghost. He swears he’s here to keep her alive; every low-life in town wants that million-dollar bounty. She takes the help but promises to gut him if he flips. Back at the station, Polly leans over Stone’s desk, whispering dirty promises about turning Sally in and splitting the cash. Stone tries to stay straight, but Polly’s hands and filthy little promises melt her. Two minutes later they’re spread across that desk—Polly’s natural tits bouncing, Stone’s tongue deep in her pussy—69, facesitting, ink on skin, loud enough the whole precinct could hear if anyone were around.