1. Laney Scoops the City


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

    as the stoner roommate laughed. She left the apartment in bafflement, the wet gobbling of Jake's companion replaced with fervent gasps. The fucking had recommenced. What a rotten guy. What a despicable piece of human crap. Humiliated she had rushed from the apartment block to her car, vowing not to venture down Mike’s ‘sleazy alleyways’ again. Yet here she was, lurking outside the same apartment door… God, I can’t do this. It’s wrong. Her nerve deserted her and she turned away, clutching her bag to her chest. She’d taken a couple of steps when Mike’s face floated before her, mouth and nose obscured by the oxygen mask, tubes from a bank of life-support machines all that kept him hooked into the world. “Hey, you’ll be out of here in a week,” she’d insisted, squeezing his forearm. “Fighter like you…” He lifted the mask from his face to croak a few words. “Not done yet, kid,” he breathed. “Just sorry I didn’t nail that lead. Milazzo was ready to spill…” “Relax, Mike,” she said, her investigative instinct firing up even as she calmed him. “He’ll speak to me.” Her attempt to pacify her ailing senior colleague proved sadly misguided. He gripped her arm as tenaciously as he could in his weakened state. “The hell you will. Milazzo’s a thug, a fuckin’ piece a’ shit. You’re not goin’ near that low-life…” Shortage of breath overtook him and the nurse intervened, frowning at Laney. The young reporter held Mike’s hand until his breathing turned more regular. “I’ll drop it,” she lied. ...
    “All that’s important is your getting better. You’re through the worst.” She hoped it was true. Bypass surgery had taken its toll on Mike – the least she could do was assure him she’d stay safe. But to let the story go… The possibility of corruption lurking in the city’s mayoral office was an enticing one and if this Milazzo guy was truly the key, it demanded pursuing. “He did time,” Mike had told her weeks before, “for attempting to burgle the home of Gus Ferrante’s chief opponent in the mayoral race. Total coincidence that Milazzo’s cousin worked on Ferrante’s campaign? Bullshit. Milazzo was doing Ferrante’s dirty-work for him. When the cops picked him up, he took the fall and I've heard his hand was forced. If he was screwed over, then maybe he’s ready to talk to the right person.” If anyone was the ‘right person’ it’d be Mike. He'd built a career on winning potential sources’ trust. Over weeks he provided Laney with further insights. “This guy has an axe to grind, but he’s saying nothing worth shit. Still feeling me out. Our beloved Mayor's time is running out and this Milazzo guy’s got the goods on him. I can smell it. Something's holding him back though. If one of those City jerks screws the pooch on this story before I get somethin’ concrete, I’ll be mightily pissed off.” Laney returned his wry grin. The ‘City’ was Chronicle journos’ parlance for the City Post, their down-market rival, and the term was never used with anything less than contempt. “They do it every time,” ...