To protect their drug business, Ryan is staking out the residence of prosecutor Martin Grey. Ryan's passing the time by writing an erotic short story for a creative writing workshop his girlfriend has enrolled him in. Mrs. Grey is as boring as her name, but Ryan inserts fantasy to spice up her sex life in his story: She was driving, her young and virile accomplice in the back seat. She put the SUV in park, scrambled over the back seat, pulled down his pants and swallowed his cock, but he wanted more. His strong hands twirled her around, pulled down her pants and ripped her panties off. He thrust her down on top of his cock.

The prosecutor arrests their most important courier, someone who can identify both Carter and Ryan and send both away to long prison terms.

Ryan and Carter discover that Mrs. Grey is in in the clutches of an evil loan shark. Carter puts hard choices to the prosecutor.

Mrs. Grey ushers the loan shark into her dining room. There's a bag of cocaine on the table. "Where's my money he asks." She's wearing a white cashmere skirt, barely longer than a sweater, tight to her curves. It hikes up her thighs as she reaches over to show him the cocaine. "Where's my money?" he repeats, his tone even icier than before. She's motionless, barely breathing.

Can they neutralize the loan shark and convince the prosecutor to release their courier?

And most importantly, will Ryan finish his story to collect on his girlfriend's promise to act out its hot scene together?

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