As he went and opened the door he looked and saw that Griselda was there holding a brief case and dressed in jean short shorts with red leggings underneath. She wore a short red top that covered her ample chest and a leather duster. As she looked at him with down cast eyes he could tell that she had fully healed.

  That’s a Superhuman body for you. Almost near death and within hours fully healed.

  As he continued to stare at her as she looked at him she finally spoke.

  “May I come in?” He nodded and stepped aside as she walked in. The pce was in terrible condition with clothes and furniture sprawled all around the pce as to clear a space in the living room for him to train. As he closed the door she turned and faced him as she motioned to hand him the briefcase.

  “Its a million dolrs there. You can count it if you like?” He nodded and took the briefcase from her and pulled at his money counter from before and started to filter the money through the counter. As Griselda stood there nervously as the silence pause went on for to long she spoke.

  “I doubt it means much to you but I did not mean to kill that old dy. The shotgun was filled with some slightly stronger birdshot to punch through the door but we didn’t know that she was that close. I am not saying I haven’t killed anyone but I have never killed a civilian before.” Mark did not even respond as he continued to feed money through the counter.

  As the silence continued Griselda reached behind her back and pulled out a small box the size of a TV Dinner. Before she offered it to him. He stopped counting the money before he took the box from her without a word and opened it as she started to talk again.

  “Its a Satellite phone its the newest model and has a 6 hour battery life and has been paid up to 5 years. In case of any problems with any members of the Allstars please call us if anything happens. We understand that you want to be left alone and we will not disturb you or any of your ventures going forward. “ As Mark looked at the phone he crushed it in his hand and threw it in the trash before he stood up face to face with the woman.

  “You trying to put a tracker on me? What kind of fool do you take me for?” As Griselda quickly backed away as he fist began to glow again. She hurriedly spoke in her defense.

  “There weren’t any trackers that I am aware of on that phone. We did it so you could keep in contact if any one over stepped. I apologize if it came off like a ploy. It wasn’t.” Mark grew angry, while he could not prove now that there was a tracking device he was tired of having to look over his shoulder at every single thing that he came in contact with. He went back to his sit at his table and started count the money again.

  After he finished counting the money it was all there. 1 million dolrs he stood up as Griselda straightened to look him in the eye.

  “The money is all there.” She nodded.

  “We triple checked before I came here.” As she looked around his apartment and saw the messy pce she took a deep breathe. Before she took a step closer to him and looked up at him straight in the eye.

  “I want to apologize personally if you would allow me to. At least for tonight.” Mark eyes turned into slits.

  “What are you getting at?” She dropped to her knees in front of him as she looked up at him with her rge eyes as she put her red hair in a ponytail. Mark looked down at her as she looked at him for a long while before she spoke again.

  “Would you let me suck your cock?” As she said the word his cock slightly began to thicken and rise up against his shorts as he looked down at the woman.

  “That’s one way to broker peace…Sure. If this is some kind of trick it won’t end well for you I promise.”

  She offered a slight nod, her eyes never leaving his as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She tugged gently, the cotton sliding down his thighs, and his thick cock sprang free, already hard and ready. She wrapped her lips around the dark shaft, her eyes flicking upward to meet his gaze as she took him into her mouth inch by deliberate inch.

  He felt the soft, warm suction of her mouth envelop him, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she began to move rhythmically. Her tongue darted out, tracing circles around the sensitive tip of his shaft, teasing and tantalizing as she continued to take him deeper. Marcus had experienced pleasure before, but this... this was something else entirely. He gripped the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white, as he struggled to maintain control.

  All too soon, he felt the familiar tension building, the electric sensation of impending release. "I'm about to cum," he ground out, his voice barely recognizable. She didn't pull away, didn't break eye contact. Instead, she took him even deeper, her throat constricting around him as he erupted, ropes of hot cum pulsing into her mouth. She swallowed, once, twice, three times, her throat working as she took everything he had to give.

  She didn't stop there. She continued to suck, to lick, to clean him completely until he was spent and shivering. Only then did she pull back, her lips releasing him with a soft pop. She reached into her purse, pulling out a water bottle. She twisted the cap off, her fingers trembling slightly as she lifted the bottle to her lips, draining half of it in long, desperate gulps. She took a deep breath, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and turned to face him once more.

  She took at a pen and piece of paper and showed it to him and wrote down her number on it.

  “If anything comes up please call me.” With that she turned and left for the door before turning back again and seeing his semi-hard shaft and shaking her head and leaving, closing the door behind her.

  “Well I did not see that coming. Now that I have them off my back at least for now I have the funds to really do something.”