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The chauffeur grabbed it and clicked it open. She took the memory stick and moved forward in the limo; as she did so her skirt slid up and Tommy could black lace underwear. He crossed his legs.

The chauffeur plugged the memory stick below the television. The man looked to his right, presumably at his computer, and waited. As the information was unscrambled and transmitted, the man's eyebrows raised.

"This is.. very interesting," He said finally. He looked like he was trying very hard to hide his excitement. "Thank you, Calculator. Your money has been transferred to your account."

"No need," Tommy said. He tried to think like The Calculator. "I'm sure you've weighed the options of double-crossing me and determined it's best to pay me what we agreed upon."

The large face on the screen smiled. "Very good," He said. "Our business is complete. Thank you very much."

Tommy breathed hard through his nose. He couldn't wait to get out of here. He was sure that if he described the man to Black Canary she could probably guess who he wa-

"You know," The man said, "We could always use someone like you in my organization."

Tommy tried to play it cool. "Thank you but I prefer to keep my distance. You understand, of course."

The man tried to lay on the charm. "But you haven't heard my pitch yet. I can guarantee you more money than whatever you're making now. That's no object. Plus, there always the perks."

"...Perks?" Tommy asked, a little too dumbly. He tried to remember who he was supposed to be.

"Ms. Graves," The man said, "Please educate Mr. Calculator on the benefits of serving in my employ." Tommy peered questioningly at the chauffeur.

The chauffeur, apparently named Ms. Graves, nodded firmly and said, "Yes, sir. How would you like me to educate him?"

"The usual way. Thank you, Mercy," The figure replied.

Mercy Graves turned her legs to face Tommy. She smiled thinly at him, the smile clearly a formality. Then she slid out of her seat and dropped to her knees.

Tommy was about to ask her what she was doing when she shuffled over in front of him and put her hand on his dick. She massaged it roughly with her hand. As she did, she took off her cap with her other hand and placed it on the seat. Her brown hair was exposed; it was held to her head with clips.

Tommy tried to think of something to say but all he could do was grunt. His cock quickly hardened under Mercy's touch and he struggled to breathe normally. She undid his belt and then the button on his pants. Her hand gently slid the zipper on his pants down and then tugged at his pants. They slid down and his cock sprung free, standing tall in front of Mercy's face.

Mercy didn't express surprise like some other women Tommy had encountered; she didn't say, "Oh my God," or anything like that. Her eyes didn't even widen. Instead, her mouth dropped open just a half an inch. She quickly composed herself and wrapped her lips around Tommy's dick.

"Fuck," Tommy couldn't help but mutter. Mercy's hand wrapped around Tommy's shaft, jerking him slowly. The head of Tommy's cock filled Mercy's mouth and she swirled her tongue around it.

Mercy then threw herself back onto Tommy's dick, taking half of his cock in her mouth. Tommy groaned and put a hand on the back of her head, holding her there. He could feel spit sliding down his cock. He released her and she came back up, pulling him back out of her mouth. She teased the head of his dick with her tongue, flicking at it. Her hand quickly pumped his dick.

Tommy was enjoying his blowjob. Mercy was talented and she seemed eager to impress her boss. He placed his hand on the back of Mercy's head and forced her back down on his cock, his dick shooting up and into her throat. She took it well, not gagging at all. Tommy sighed and pumped his dick upwards into Mercy's mouth.

Mercy was no longer sucking his dick; her mouth was open wide, her tongue sticking out, willingly letting Tommy fuck her mouth.

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