INSIDER TRADING
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My top broker Star Nine asks me to stop by her home to discuss something important. Star seems uptight - somber and serious. I ask a few questions and Star hesitates so I tell her to just spit it out. She tells me it is the two dreaded words - insider trading! She accuses me of shifty unethical business transactions. I deny it all and ask haught Star to get me a glass of water. I prepare a nice big shot of insulin for her and let her ramble on about something being off with the numbers in the books. I jab her quickly with the insulin and she slumps XXXX and drowsy in my lap. Poor Star's head bobs and weaves and I seize the opportunity to rope her up. I maneuver her body between my legs wrenching her arms together behind her back slamming her elbows together and tying them tightly. I bind her wrists and laugh - yes my dear, this XXXX of insulin will erase your memory. Star slurs her words and barely puts up a fight as I push her down on the floor and add a crotch rope splitting her uptight pussy in two giving the bitch a camel toe finishing off her bondage with a hogtie rendering the haught uppity investment broker helpless. Poor Star keeps repeating "do the right thing fix the books before the FCC comes into play". Like I give a damn. I add more rope to her ankles and tell her about the big sweet deal I have tomorrow which willl bankrupt all the dumb investors. Do you think I care if some old fart in Indiana loses his life savings? Ask me if I care. The money that lines my pockets was green enough to pay you Miss Star Nine. I shove a rag into her big trader mouth and wrap clear tape around and around her pretty face. I laugh out loud as I tell Star how all the money in her great big account will now be invested in the deal I rig tomorrow. Star's eyes get big when she realizes her hefty IRA and 401K will be demolished and there's nothing she can do to stop me.