The OF Girl
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 612
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 612 - When you discover a fellow intern at the law office is filming amateur content, you make the rash decision to approach her about it. You couldn't have dreamed what would come from that one conversation.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts 2nd POV
“So what happened to Tommy?” you prompted once you and Mosche were in your former bedroom.
“Well, he died, like I said,” Mosche said.
“Right, but...?”
“Oh. He got high and then got assassinated,” Mosche said with a shrug. “It was, like, a whole thing I guess?”
You paused a long beat until you shook your head. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Well, Tommy liked to get high and go for long walks through the city,” Mosche said. “Which, I mean, I thought it was weird ‘cause when I get high I like to feel all mellow and stuff, but he’d smoke up and then want to stretch his legs. So he’d go for all these walks.”
“Mosche,” you said carefully. “Was Tommy someone important?” You couldn’t conceive of that being true, considering all his stuff had been abandoned and he’d been living in a relatively cheap apartment with Mosche as a roommate, but ... weird shit could happen.
“Huh? No, man. I mean, he was important to like, his family and stuff I guess,” Mosche shrugged.
“So he got high, went for a walk and...?”
“Got assassinated,” Mosche finished for me.
“You mean murdered?”
“No, like, assassinated by an assassin,” he shook his head.
You worked your jaw for a moment. “Was there a reason that the cops told you or anything?”
“Oh, I guess he looked like this other guy. Like a doppelganger situation. And the other guy was in like the mafia or something and had these enemies that were looking for him. And I guess while Tommy was out on his walks someone had spotted him and thought he was the guy, and that he had a routine, so there was an assassin waiting for him when he went out on his walk.”
“Jesus Christ,” you said, looking around the room at all the guy’s stuff.
“I mean, stuff happens, right?” Mosche shrugged again. “It sucked, and was sad. And Tommy sort of left me hanging for the rent, and his parents didn’t come asking for any of his stuff so it’s just kind of here.”
You scrubbed at your face with your hands, shaking your head. “Dude, that’s wild,” you finally said, dropping your hands and looking around again.
“I guess,” Mosche said. “You sure you don’t want any of this stuff?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” you sighed. “Maybe see if you can sell any of it on Craigslist, make back some of the rent while you look for a new roommate?”
“Maybe,” Mosche said, considering the idea. You had a feeling he wouldn’t do it - that would take more effort.
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