Milfs Like It Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.i. -

As I walked out of The Velvet Key , the rain had stopped. The city was still filthy. But for the first time in a long time, I wasn't just cleaning up other people's messes.

That night, I tailed Mark to The Velvet Key . I wore a red dress that was a weapon in its own right, low-cut and tight. The bouncer let me pass with a nod. Inside, the lighting was crimson and gold. Older women in designer silks sat in velvet booths, laughing with men young enough to be their sons. But it wasn't tawdry. It was powerful. A matriarchy of desire. Milfs Like it Big - Veronica Avluv - Mistress P.I.

She saw me first. A slow, dangerous smile curved her lips. She excused Mark, who slunk away like a chastened dog, and beckoned me to her booth. As I walked out of The Velvet Key , the rain had stopped

I picked up the envelope.

His name was Mark. Young, maybe twenty-five, with the kind of nervous energy that screamed he was in over his head. But he wasn't the target. His stepmother was. That night, I tailed Mark to The Velvet Key

"You want the Santa Monica woman's name and address?" I asked.

"The blackmail?" I asked, sliding into the booth across from her.