[New Gig: Pacific Standard Bank]
[Difficulty: ☆☆]
[Primary Objective: Complete the gig and extract safely.]
[Bonus Objective 1: Locate hidden contraband inside the bank.]
[Bonus Objective 2: Extract without alerting any authorities.]
[Current Status: Preparation Phase]
[Purchasable Intel: 3 pieces]
After leaving the warehouse, Lawson checked his phone and saw the new gig had already popped up.
A 2-star job with two bonus objectives? The first one—finding hidden contraband in a suburban bank branch—felt weird as hell. What kind of contraband would even be stashed there?
Bonus Objective 2 was something he could actually control if he planned it right.
The "Current Status" tracked the gig phases: Preparation, Scouting, Execution, Completion.
In Preparation he could buy intel to boost success, but it cost real cash.
1-star gigs ran $1,000 per piece. 2-star was $5,000. 3-star $10,000, 4-star $50,000, 5-star $100,000.
Fifteen grand wasn't pocket change right now, but Lawson gritted his teeth and paid it anyway.
You don't hunt wolves with cheap bait. Big money means you can't be cheap.
[Intel 1: David Abbott, General Manager of Pacific Standard Bank, is sweating a massive financial deficit!]
[Intel 2: Rupert Lawrence, Head of Security at Pacific Standard Bank, just racked up huge gambling debts!]
[Intel 3: There is an LAPD undercover officer in your crew!]
Huh? One of his new crew was a cop?
Well, if there was an undercover, it was always the best-looking guy in the room. Lawson was basically an undercover Fed himself. The only guy in the crew who came close in the looks department was Captain Jack. So Donnie had to be the cop.
"Interesting."
A four-man crew and two of them were undercover. Fucking hilarious.
It reminded him of that anime from his old life where the giant criminal syndicate was basically just two real bad guys and everyone else was a spy.
These three pieces of intel were gold for pulling off Bonus Objective 2. Fifteen grand well spent.
"Now… where to start?"
Getting close to the general manager wouldn't be easy. Catching Donnie slipping was risky. But the head of security? That was an angle he could work.
Problem was, Lawson's network in LA was still basically zero. Digging up dirt on a target wasn't gonna be simple.
Then he thought of one person: Svafa, owner of Sangiovese.
Not long ago he'd accidentally seen her slip a manila folder to some shady guy. Was she running an info brokerage on the side?
Given how untouchable her bar was, it wouldn't surprise him at all.
Lawson decided to test the waters tonight.
Night fell. The City of Angels turned into the City of Sin, and all of LA went full hedonist mode.
Lawson walked into Sangiovese like usual, but Svafa wasn't behind the bar.
Not here?
He ordered a single-malt whiskey from the bartender and asked if the boss lady was around.
"Today's end-of-month inventory. She's in the office doing the books."
Lawson's eyes shifted. He pulled a crisp hundred from his pocket and laid it flat on the bar.
"Do me a solid. I need to see her. Tell her I'm here."
The bartender swallowed hard at the Benjamin.
Americans usually dealt in twenties because anything over a hundred made their brains short-circuit. But fifty grand from Dom had come all in hundreds.
The bartender pocketed the bill fast. "I'll pass the message. If she says no, that's on you."
"Tell her Lawson wants to speak with her privately."
Three minutes later the bartender came back.
"Boss wants to see you."
Lawson straightened his Ballistic Suit and followed him down the narrow hallway to an open office door.
The bartender knocked. "Boss, Mr. Lawson is here."
Svafa sat at a big desk crunching numbers in a super-revealing silk nightgown, a glass of whiskey next to her ledger. She was dressed for comfort, clearly not planning to work the floor tonight. Lawson was surprised she even agreed to see him.
"Tom, get back to the bar. Close the door on your way out."
"Yes, Boss."
"Lawson, don't just stand there. Sit."
Svafa gestured to the chair across from her, poured him a fresh glass of whiskey, and slid it over.
"I heard you wanted to talk privately. That right?"
The desk lamp lit her pale skin perfectly, making the plunging neckline of the nightgown show way too much. For a second Lawson didn't know where to look and ended up staring at the amber liquid in his glass.
Seeing his reaction, Svafa gave a satisfied little smile.
But when she looked at him in that tailored suit, she swallowed hard too, long legs shifting restlessly under the silk.
"Ms. Svafa, I actually have some questions. Does Sangiovese deal in information?"
Svafa looked surprised, then put on an exaggerated pout.
"Oh, so you just came to buy intel from me? And here I thought you finally couldn't hold back and came to confess you're in love with me!"
What the hell?
Lawson lived by the Three No's: No initiating, No rejecting, No taking responsibility. How could he confess to anyone?
"Ahem! Ms. Svafa, please don't joke like that. Someone might get the wrong idea."
"I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, you can feel my true heart for yourself!"
skip!!!!!
its Svafa imagination!!
"I'm not joking. If you don't believe me, you can feel my true heart for yourself!"
Before Lawson could process it, Svafa stood up, rounded the heavy oak desk in one smooth stride, and grabbed his wrist with surprising strength. She yanked his hand forward and pressed his palm flat against the heavy, warm swell of her left breast.
The thin silk did nothing to hide how soft and full she was. Her nipple was already a stiff little peak, burning into his skin. Svafa's breath hitched, eyes half-lidded with raw hunger as she watched his face.
"Mmm… feel that?" she purred, voice low and throaty. "That's my heart racing for you, Lawson. Been racing since the first night you walked in here looking like sin in a suit."
Lawson's fingers twitched once—pure reflex—but he didn't pull away. He didn't squeeze. He didn't do anything. No initiating. No rejecting. No taking responsibility. The rules screamed in his head even as his cock thickened instantly inside his tailored pants.
Svafa smirked, reading every micro-expression. "Still playing the gentleman? Cute." She stepped closer, trapping his hand between her breast and her body, then reached down with her free hand and boldly cupped the thick bulge straining against his zipper. "But your cock doesn't lie. It's already so hard for me."
She gave him one slow, firm squeeze that made his hips jerk involuntarily.
"Ms. Svafa—" His voice came out rough.
"Shhh." She leaned in, full lips brushing his ear. "You don't have to say a word. You just have to sit there and let me take what I want."
In one smooth motion she pushed him back into the leather chair, swung one long leg over his lap, and straddled him. The nightgown rode all the way up to her hips, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her bare, already-wet pussy settled hot and slick right on top of the thick ridge of his cock, separated only by his pants. She rolled her hips once, grinding down hard, letting him feel exactly how soaked she was.
Lawson's hands hovered in the air. He didn't touch. He didn't stop her.
Svafa's smile turned wicked. She caught both his wrists and guided his palms back to her breasts, forcing him to cup the heavy mounds through the silk. "Squeeze them," she ordered. "I want to feel how bad you need this."
His fingers sank into soft, yielding flesh. Thumbs brushed her nipples and she moaned, arching into his touch. The sound shot straight to his cock.
"Good boy," she breathed. She reached between them, unzipped him with practiced ease, and pulled his thick, veined length free. It sprang up heavy and flushed, the head already glistening with pre-cum. Svafa licked her lips like she'd just spotted her favorite meal.
"Fuck… look at you. So big. So pretty." She wrapped both hands around his shaft and stroked him slowly, twisting at the head, spreading his slickness. "This is going to feel so good stretching me open."
She rose up on her knees, positioned the fat head at her dripping entrance, and sank down in one long, smooth glide.
They both groaned loud.
Her walls were molten silk, tight and fluttering around every thick inch as she took him to the hilt. When her ass finally rested on his thighs she let out a shaky, satisfied laugh. "Goddamn… you fill me perfectly. So deep."
She didn't give him time to adjust. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Svafa started riding him—hard, fast, greedy. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the office. Her heavy tits bounced with every downward slam, nipples brushing his lips. Lawson couldn't help but latch onto one, sucking hard, tongue flicking the stiff peak while his hands finally gripped her ass, fingers digging into soft flesh to help her bounce.
"Yes—fuck—suck harder," she gasped, grinding her clit against his pelvis on every downstroke. "Mark me up. I want your teeth on me tomorrow when I'm behind the bar."
He obliged, biting down just enough to make her cry out and clench around him like a vice. Svafa's pace turned feral. She was chasing her pleasure with single-minded hunger, using his cock like her personal toy. Her juices ran down his balls, soaking his pants and the chair beneath them.
"I'm close—gonna come all over this fat cock—" One hand slid between them, rubbing furious circles over her swollen clit. "Fill me up, Lawson. Come inside me. Now!"
Her orgasm crashed through her like lightning. Her pussy spasmed violently, milking him in rhythmic waves. The sight of her head thrown back, mouth open in a silent scream, tits heaving, was too much. Lawson's hips snapped up once, twice, burying himself as deep as he could go, and he came hard—thick, hot ropes of cum flooding her clenching heat while she kept riding through both their orgasms, drawing out every last drop.
For a long moment the only sounds were their ragged breathing and the wet, obscene squelch of his softening cock still buried inside her.
Svafa finally slumped forward, draping her sweat-slick body over his chest, lips brushing his ear. "Mmm… best payment I've taken in months." She clenched around him again, teasing, then kissed him slow and filthy, tongue sliding against his. "The file on that rent-a-cop is on the desk. Take it whenever your legs work again."
She rocked her hips once more, already starting to get him hard inside her again.
"Round two starts in three minutes, handsome. I'm nowhere near done collecting tonight."
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