Hurricane

Morgan McCarthy submissive 32 Professional submissive Obsidian Syndicate

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Morgan held her masquerade mask and stared blankly down at it. When she’d gotten dressed hours before, finding a dead body and getting accused of murder was definitely low on the list of things she’d expected to happen. She still saw the blood and felt the initial fear bubbling in her stomach. Amari had been the first person she’d called. Amari, head of the Obsydian Syndicate, had somehow become someone that Morgan tentatively trusted more than others. 

Who would have thought?

The leader had gotten Morgan out of the police’s clutches and back into the ballroom with the rest of the detained party. She could still feel watchful eyes on her, clearly suspecting the poor submissive escort of taking out a client, and part of her still expected the police to take her back into custody. 

For now though, she was as free as everyone else that wandered around her. Free to stare at her mask and flinch just slightly when anyone neared.

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Morgan McCarthy at the Port Cado Masquerade

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

Moonjo: I'll be waiting for you. Text me when you get in the car.

Morgan: I will.

[Later]

Morgan: I'm in. I'll be there soon.

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

Moonjo: Yes.

Moonjo: Come... I can send someone to pick you up.

Morgan: Okay.

Morgan: ... I'll pack a bag.

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

Moonjo: Long story better not said over text.

Moonjo: You could be with me. Away from buzzing heaters. And with me.

Morgan: Would you tell me if I came over?

Morgan: I could.

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

Moonjo: Figured I might as well.

Moonjo: Can’t sleep, should be productive.

Moonjo: Something on your mind?

Morgan: Why can't you sleep?

Morgan: You.

Morgan: And how fucking annoying the buzzing coming from the heater is. But mostly you.

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

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Morgan: Hey

Morgan: Are you awake?

Moonjo: Yeah

Moonjo: What are you doing up this late?

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Morgan: I can't sleep. I've been trying for a while now.

Morgan: What about you? Are you working?

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Text | Morgan & Moonjo

Morgan: Hey

Morgan: Are you awake?

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Morgan peered up from where she laid on the fountain’s edge. “Don’t worry, I’m not dead. Just resting and cooling off.” She’d been running earlier and liked how cool it felt next to the splashing water.

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Text | Morgan & Mali

Morgan: You doing alright after that blackout?

Morgan: This city is, once again, fucking crazy.

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hanseo-park​:

“Yeah, yeah, something like that.” Seo relaxed a bit - it wasn’t that he was uncomfortable in the outfit that Zayn had picked out for him, but it was just so very unlike him to wear. It was an adjustment. 

“You having fun? It’s hot as fuck out here,” he grumbled, lamenting the terrible heat.

Morgan nodded and pushed her hair away from her face. It really was ungodly hot. “Yeah, it’s been good. I might do a wet t-shirt contest later just to cool off,” she said with a laugh. Nothing like a wet t-shirt contest to make some money and show off her tits. If she cooled off in the process it would be a win-win. “What about you? Glad you came?”

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text || open

Mali: I guess. BUT its place isn't in my ASS CRACK.

Morgan: Oh fuck. Did you have a sparkly shit?

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text || open

Mali: Then you should just concede that it is indeed of Satan.

Morgan: Fine. It's of Satan. It has it's place though.

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TWEET TWEET 🐤

@soinzayn: ooooh dumplingssss. i need dick stat tho. i need my fav chef to get on twitter and see me subtweeting him 😥

@mcmorgan: How dare that chef not notice you immediately. Rude.