Date: 5/14/2018, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Death, Hardcore, Job / Office Sex, Straight Sex, Murder, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Violence, Author: wantsomefun, Source: sexstories.com
“What the hell are you saying?” “Boss, it was him!” The man behind the desk blew perfect rings of cigar smoke. “You been drinking? You high again? Don’t think I won’t make you piss in a cup.” “It’s the truth!” The man glared at his younger associate. “Everyone knows he’s fucking dead, Joey! A friend of ours did federal time with a guy who knew a guy who said he was there when they popped him.” “Uncle Frank, they did a shitty job, because he didn’t stay dead. That was Jimmy Hoffa.” “Impossible. He’d be ancient.” “Looked like it. He was in one of them motorized wheelchairs propped up with a pillow, kinda like maybe he had a stroke or something. I swear it’s him. I seen him clear with my binoculars. Look at that photo on the wall behind you. Add forty years, and it’s him.” “You saw him at the drop point?” “He made the fuckin’ drop himself! Morelli’s boys was waiting where my guy said. This high-top van drove up with a ramp thing on the back. Hoffa rolled out and went over to Morelli’s crew with a briefcase on his lap. His face was lit up pretty good when he drove out of the van and on the whole ride back to it.” “Huh,” Frank grunted. “Yeah. That’s why I’m sure it was him. None of Morelli’s guys acted surprised, like maybe they expected an old guy. Maybe they even knew who he was.” “That makes no damn sense, Joey. What was in the case?” “Looked like documents, reports with covers or some such shit. Couldn’t see real clear ‘cuz Hoffa was facing away from me. All I know is ...