1. Laney Scoops the City


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 95.8, Source: sexstories.com

    Laney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d knocked back his bourbon and rapped the glass onto the bar, to punctuate his point. Laney held to the words as a lifeline. She gripped her shoulder bag as a more practical form of security, the pepper spray rattling against the other items installed there. “I like you, kid,” her mentor had told her another time, “hell, you’re like the daughter I never had. But you sure you’re ready for this job?” It burned that he’d even ask. Mike Dennehy, the most respected newshound on the Chronicle, had taught her everything worth knowing. “I’m not some sweet little ingenue,” she protested, “even if I still look it. I know how to track down a story.” “You've got the smarts,” he said, “and the tenacity, more than any cub reporter I ever knew, but I’m talkin’ like a father here. In this game you gotta go the extra mile. And that can take you down some sleazy alleyways. Sometimes you gotta get dirty.” “Hey, I can get dirty,” she’d insisted. In front of that door, her fingers curled to rap on the peeling ...
    surface, her words returned to haunt her. She fought the tide of memory from her abortive first attempt to interview Jake Milazzo. For three days now she’d lived with those images. That time around his stoner roommate had let her in, greeting her inquiry as to Milazzo's whereabouts with hazy good-humour. "He's in there," the guy had said, lazily indicating one of the interior rooms. “Go on in, he’ll be glad to see you.” He'd even opened the door for her and she'd ventured inside in good faith. How gauche. Nothing had prepared her for the sight which greeted her – the hulking form of Milazzo, naked on a bed and throwing his muscled bulk into the woman positioned hands and knees in front of him. His companion was a big-breasted blond woman with heavy mascara and a snake tattoo uncoiling up one arm. She was taking her pounding fearlessly, hair draped down over her face. On becoming aware of Laney's presence she flung it away and aimed a stare of flinty defiance at the young woman. The sweating ex-con noticed Laney a moment after, and slowed only fractionally in his shafting motion. "Who the fuck are you?" he demanded with a scowl, gripping his partner’s waist and resuming his thrusts at their original force. "I’m..." Laney made to retreat, mortified to have stumbled upon the scene’s harsh intimacy. "Sorry, I'll..." "You're that reporter’s been callin' me," he said, seizing the blonde, shoulder and ass, and pile-driving her so that her breasts swung like udders. "Stay where the fuck ...
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