This is Part 1 and 2 of Caugh in the Story. Susan finally realises what she wants!

Again my english can be mispelled and incorrect, specially when grammar is involved. I’m sorry but if you can’t tolerate it don’t read it.

Keep giving feeback if you want more. Sorry by the delay.
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Part 1 – Blending in

Susan was daydreaming about her previous night’s adventure when she was startled by some sort of vibration. She looked to the table and saw her phone flashing and ringing. She grabbed it. It was flashing Stacy.

“Hey Stacy is it you?” – She asked prontly.
“Hi Susan. Im calling because I found something related to that strange fax you sent me.” – Stacy explained.
Early this morning Susan was having breakfast when she found a match on an old lead she had. So she sent a fax with all the details to Stacy her “sidekick” at the Newspapers’s headquarters. Susan and Stacy teamed up very often to increase efforts in the investigations the each had.

“So this is what I found: I have a very reliable source that, well is very connected around this drug importantion issue, he tells me he knows the symbol. By the way, this is going to cost you (grins), because you wont believe what I had to do to have him talking.” – She rambled. Susan knew that she had fucked her source for this.
“Yes yes of course, now spit it out” – Susan begged, she was very excited.
“Okay. A few months ago he had a strange request form an important client for a very specific drug. He asked around and found it was only made in germany so he went there to meet with the drug quartel. When he met with this guy, the leader, he didnt tell me his name, I honestly dont think he knows, Anyway… he said when he met him he heard some conversations about human traffic and kidnaps, and he saw some room with chained girls, that as he looked in were quickly closed by some guards. He told me even he was a bit overwhelmed and scared with all that. He just closed the deal and got the hell out of there.” – she finished.
“Okay very interesting but how does this relate to the fax I sent you?” – Susan asked
“Well thats the amazing part. The symbol in your fax…. He had no doubt that was the symbold marked in every guys rings, flags and doors of that drug organization!” – Susan could believe it. It all had up, the German news about drug quartel, the matching symbols to the same quartel that this drug dealer knew…. and the same rumors about kidnapps and slavery. The only thing that didnt made any sense was this girls card. “Was she one of the kidnappers? A victim? A spotter?”, Susan though to herself.
“Susan , you there? Hello?” – Stacy asked since Susan didnt say anything back.
“Yes. Thats great news… keep searching and report to me. I have to go.” – Susan hung up. She payed her coffee and and left the coffee shop.

As soon as she caught a taxi her phone rang again. Unknow number.
“Hello?” – she aswered
“Susan? Its Hans”
“Oh hi. How are you?” – she asked
“Fine, great actually. Listen I’m calling beacuse I really can’t forget you so easilly and I was thinking… if you still wanted to take me somewhere.”
She hadn’t really been thinking about it… but she was feeling kind of compelled to accept, maybe hoping she would end up as she did last night.
“Susan?”
“Oh sorry. Sure. Why not? Tonight… you pick me up?” – she said
“Ok… but you choose the place this time!” – He let go a small grin
“Okay okay. I have to go. Bye, 8 o’clock! – She said.
“I’ll be there. Bye” – he hung up.
She got out on the place were supossedly the drugs were beeing sold, according to the german article. She wasnt expecting to find anything and with the excpetion some prostitution and junkies she was absolutely right. There was nothing there. She got back to the main street and made a decision. She grabbed her phone and dialed Anne’s number. The one on the card. It rang twice and then a sexy female voice spoke:
“Hello… who is this?”
“Hi… I don’t know if you remenber me, we met last night at the club, you gave me your card..” – she was interrupted
“The american girl, I remenber you very well. You have a pretty good blowjob technique.” – she added, grinning. If this was a video call Anne would see Susan blushing and twirling her tongue in somehow shame and pride at the same time.
“Well I was calling to wonder if we could meet… I have some things I wanted to ask you..” – she told her
“I bet you do. Tonight. My favorite club. I’ll send you the adress by text and where you can pick up your dress, youll need to blend in…that is if you want your story Miss Susan Sims” – she hung up.

Susan couldnt believe it.