Sweet Sweet Sally Mae

Sally Mae marches in like she owns the fucking place, coming to scoop whatever goods Polly's sliding her. Polly's in her kitchen looking all cop but playing on the shady side tonight. She hands over an address and tells Sally to drop Miss Jane's name. Sally doesn't ask twice. Sunglasses on, she strides out into the dark like nothing can touch her. Back inside, Ella slides onto the couch beside Polly. "Who was that?" she wants to know. Polly fills her in, but the second Miss Jane's name drops, Ella's eyes go wide. "You crazy?" Polly laughs it off. "Relax, girl. Just an address, nobody's getting hurt." She pulls Ella in, mouth finding that soft brown throat, working down to every inch she knows how to treat right. Ella melts into those hands, legs spreading easy. Polly's gonna take care of her like she always does—slow, deep, all tongue and fingers until Ella's moaning her name like a promise. Meanwhile Sally hits Miss Jane's doorstep. Tina answers, sharp eyes taking inventory. Sally holds up the stolen pills like currency, and that's the ticket inside. Miss Jane sits like a queen, all curves and cold stare. Sally drops the bag. One look and Miss Jane curls her lip, tossing out a bullshit number. Sally snatches the goods back and heads for the door without a word. That disrespect lands Sally trussed up on a mattress while Tina circles like a hungry cat. "Who told you about Jane?" Sally stays quiet. She knows the training. Trevor made sure of that. Nothing works, so Tina hits the phone. "Get me Anita." Anita's busy though—got Brandy pressed up against the hallway, hand sliding down silk. The kiss turns hungry quick. Anita's thick thighs pin Brandy while hands roam every curve, their breaths mixing hot and fast, bodies grinding. Anita's got work but Brandy's moaning soft under her and business can wait. Sally's in the shit but her mind slips back. Emily, sweet stepsister turned straight, working for the same Miss Jane. Sally remembers the night they finally stopped pretending, bodies twisted tight on her bed, Emily's tongue tasting like heat and hunger, Sally riding every wave until they both shook apart. That's when Anita comes in ready to break her, but Sally Mae's built different. She gets loose. Full wrecking crew mode. Tina's kneeling between Miss Jane's legs right then, tongue busy and pussy dripping, neither of them thinking Sally could possibly be free. Sally's moving though. Coming for blood. For Miss Jane's throat. For the crew that twisted everything good she had left. This one's gonna end loud.