A Bumpy Road to Power

Chapter 810

"Oh, okay."

Laura Forrest responded.

Then, she shyly removed her hand.

Dirk Carter's intent was to set Laura free.

Simply put, it was to seduce her.

In his view.

Someone like Laura Forrest wasn't complicated; if she found pleasure in him, she'd surely be unwaveringly devoted to him.

The methods, though crude.

Have always been effective.

After all, Dirk Carter was born with a special talent in this area.

With the groundwork laid.

Things went smoothly afterwards.

Dirk's hand slowly approached the edge, getting closer and closer to the moist place.

Imagining a handsome man massaging her private areas.

Combined with the desire stirring deep inside.

Dirk could feel her body getting hotter.

She was also trying hard to control herself, not to move, feeling the urge to release but unable, as if tens of thousands of worms were crawling inside her, akin to a heart-wrenching itch.

"Mm..."

Unable to hold back.

Laura let out a moan.

A moan with deep implications.

Dirk had already heard the longing in it.

He knew.

No matter how bold his next move might be, Laura wouldn't resist.

Gradually moving from the abyss to the center.

When Dirk's finger touched the damp fabric.

Laura suddenly gripped the couch leather tightly.

Gently pressing through the fabric for a moment.

Dirk let out a long breath.

And lifted the fabric.

Revealing the jade pool.

Laura naturally sensed the change.

But instead of resisting, she slightly parted her legs.

Mouth reluctant to speak, yet her body was honest.

Efforts are rewarded.

Dirk's work wasn't in vain.

The spring flowed like a flood, gushing out, as the fabric was lifted, starting to seep onto the couch rapidly soaking a large area.

Relentlessly.

Dirk didn't want to think about it anymore.

His middle finger wandered, found the entrance, gently pushed, leaving only the knuckle.

Laura trembled for a moment and let out a silent sigh, her body began to quake.

Everything fell into place.

Next was the "finger-washing" process.

Dirk continued to work tirelessly.

Laura continued to control herself.

Until his arm was sore, feeling a warm current enveloping his finger, Dirk knew success was achieved.

Laura's body relaxed.

Teeth clenched the couch leather.

If the couch wasn't of reasonable quality.

It might have been punctured by her fingers.

Dirk let her pause for a moment.

Before pulling out a few tissues, helping her wipe the now muddy ground.

With a gentle tone, he said: "County Chief Laura, the massage is over, you can get up now."

The experience just now felt like dying once for Laura.

Her whole body went limp, but it felt like every pore had been opened.

What is so-called massage.

It's something both understood without saying.

As long as it's not explicitly stated, the previous actions were merely a "massage."

Rising from the couch.

Laura blushed while puffing to put her clothes back on.

She kept her head down, not daring to glance at Dirk.

"County Chief Laura, don't you feel much more comfortable?"

Dirk asked.

Laura nodded slightly.

And said, "Yes, very comfortable."

Dirk laughed, heartily said: "This kind of massage is to relieve the stagnant energy in you; over the next period, you'll feel much more comfortable with medication."

"Thank you, Secretary General Carter."

This sentence was spoken in a barely audible tone.

Dirk waved his hand, said: "It's nothing, no need to thank, just come over anytime for a massage."

"Mm..."

A soft hum from her throat.

Laura awkwardly said: "Secretary General... then... I'll excuse myself first."

The whole process took more than an hour.

If she didn't leave, the lunch break would end.

With the ambiguous ambiance, Laura really felt at a loss, hence she had to excuse herself.

After hastily returning to her office from Dirk's office.

Laura let out a sigh, lay on the couch thinking about the unusual sensations earlier, with a sweet smile on her lips.

Her hand unconsciously slipped under the skirt, reaching for the dense area...

Dirk said such a massage only needed once a month.

For the first time, she realized how long a month could be...

Taking down Laura was like claiming another victory.

That evening.

Dirk received a message from Penny Sullivan.

Regarding the issue with Houston Marshall's daughter Yana Marshall, she had settled it.

The gem dealer, Kahlil Sutton who deceived Yana was found, now renting an apartment in a district of Helios County.

At eight in the evening.

Dirk, with Arlo Yarbrough, rushed to the address Penny Sullivan had given.

Although they could hear loud music inside through the door, no one answered despite knocking for a long time.

Dirk was worried something might happen inside.

He ordered Arlo to forcibly open the door.

After a kick, the door opened.

The scene in the living room stunned Dirk.

The room was messy, littered with garbage, seemingly untouched for ages.

On the floor, three bare bodies lay exposed.

One man and two women.

The three were emaciated, writhing on the floor.

One of the women lay between the man's legs, sucking at him incessantly.

Even so.

The caterpillar showed no sign of stirring.

Arlo poked the face of the man in the middle, turned to Dirk and said: "It's Kahlil Sutton."

"What's wrong with them?"

Dirk frowned and asked.

Arlo, with a look of disdain, said: "All three were using drugs, should we call the police?"

Dirk waved his hand.

And said: "No need, call Penny Sullivan and ask her to send reliable subordinates to take Kahlil Sutton away."

"Alright."

Arlo nodded and went out.

That night.

Dirk didn't bother with Kahlil Sutton.

At that point, he was like mud, allowing manipulation; even if you posed questions, you wouldn't get answers.

The following night.

When Dirk appeared before Kahlil Sutton again, he was fully conscious.

Penny's men had bound him to a chair with a rope.

He hadn't realized the nightmare that awaited.

Kahlil Sutton didn't recognize Dirk.

So when Dirk appeared before him, he arrogantly asked in a commanding tone: "Got a smoke? Give me a smoke!"