Dave's POV
The manager's rhythm faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration even as the brunette's tongue worked the base of his shaft. "N-no," he panted. "N-not that i have seen. But..." He groaned, slamming his hops forward again. "Fuck. But i can find out. I have people that can get that kind of information."
I exchanged a glance with Dom. It wasn't the answer we wanted, but its something.
"That's not enough," I said flatly. "We need more than just names of people who might have abilities. We need specifics."
The manager's eyes were glazed, his focus torn between pleasure and our questions. The brunette between his legs was working hard, and he was clearly struggling to maintain coherent thought.
Dom and I stood up simultaneously, the movement drawing the manager's bleary attention. Max blinked up at us, momentarily disoriented.
