Thread: What Happens to Little Snoops {darkest_fate&DeviantDesire}

Miss Turner, dear, stop and think for the moment, yes? asked Mrs. Diaz, her eyes still raking Nikki's body. You're a young, eager reporter. I am a respectable businesswoman. Who do you think the police will believe, hmm? The pretty, starry-eyed thing with truth and justice on her side? Or the respected woman who has been helping to fund policeman's balls for the last five years? As the last words parted Mercedes's lips, she smiled. Of course she'd put some money into the police as well. You would be hard pressed to find a group around here that hadn't seen some of Sunlit's funds in one shape or another. What was truly ironic was that so much of that money was actually legitimate. While Mercedes and her husband obviously had no qualms about underhanded dealings, they also knew full well the benefits of giving back to the community. The more the people liked you, the better off you were as a whole. Mercedes decided to let that comment stew for a while. She walked, practically sauntered, over to the door, waving a hand to unlock it. A buzz, and Mrs. Diaz walked into the cell where Nikki Turner awaited. The older woman strolled casually about the younger, studying her closely. Her men had claimed to have searched Miss Turner already they'd removed the standard objects phone, camera, notepads, but they hadn't found anything like files. Plus, Mrs. Diaz, having smuggled things herself, knew the best place for a woman to hide something. Admittedly, Nikki had less space to hide with than Mercedes, but the older woman doubted that mattered much. She smiled up at the reporter, before reaching up to grab hold of one of those young, perky breasts. You are quite the pleasing creature, Miss Turner. I can see why Chuck hired you, she gave the breast a squeeze, moving her hand subtly about. If you had come to me with that fire in your eyes, asking, no, no, she shook her head, then smiled up at Nikki, you do not ask, do you? No, you would demand a job. You would stand before someone who had power over you and make demands, Mercedes's hand moved over to began fondling the other breast. It looked, and it very much was, like the motion someone would give when they wanted to tease and squeeze, to feel the soft flesh and take pleasure in it. However, the fingers were also just as obviously searching for something. Her fingers drew across the surface of the mound, working toward the nipple. They'd barely started, however, when Mercedes felt something. She raised her brows, looking up at Nikki with a what's this? expression upon her face. The woman's skilled hands went to undo the vest then. Expert fingers made short work of the vest and were almost as quick on the shirt. when that parted, Mercedes took in what lay underneath. Lacy, and sheer, but not, oddly enough, a color that Mercedes would have selected for that outfit. which meant that Nikki obviously hadn't intended to seduce anyone, yet she still apparently thought that sheer lace was good for an undercover operation. The Latina studied the breasts for much longer than was necessary, before she dived in with one hand. Within moments, she had the flash drive, and she held it between her fingers, right before Nikki's eyes. No words, nothing but the slight tilt of the brows. Mercedes figured she might as well see what the feisty reporter had in mind.