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ELLEN PULLED ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK. She loved the feeling of sweat dripping between their rocking bodies. She felt the coolness on her back as she hit the surface of the desk, which the young intern was currently fucking her on. She loved the fact that he was a mere 18 years old and pounding her brains out. She had come upon him in the bosses’ chair, feet up, pretending to be a big shot, when she had walked in. He nearly fell out of the chair. He then proceeded to gather the papers he was sent to retrieve; he begged her not to tell anyone.
Ellen pondered her options, her red lips poking out. She inspected him. He was attractive.
“What’s in it for me?” She replied deviously and he responded by then proceeding to fuck her brains out.
Now she was pulling at his blonde hair, pulling him down so she could taste his lips. He was so young and had so much eagerness and energy. Not to mention his tall, slender frame and baby blue eyes.
“Mmm fuck me, give me that cock.” She urged him on, and watched his face scrunch up as he attempted to fuck her harder. She laughed in delight as her breast slapped together, joyfully, at his hard thrust. She gripped the desk as books and paper fell to the floor.
“Ellen,”
“Call me Mrs. Price.” She became amused as his eyes widened at the prospect of her being married.
“Keep fucking me and say it!” She urged him, hoping he didn’t think he was going to stop shoving his cock into her pussy.
“Shit, you’re so hot Mrs. Price.”
“That’s a good boy.” She licked her lips and threw her head back, as he lifted her legs on his shoulders and pulled her to the edge of the desk. Ellen rubbed her clit as he stared to pound her pussy more thoroughly. Ellen could only cry out even more, but for other reasons than sexual pleasure. She was more than satisfied when Mr. Pennington entered his office, closed the door, and his papers dropped to the floor along with his mouth.
“Aaron!” Mr. Pennington called his name. Aaron turned to him horrified, he stopped mid-stroke, slipped out her pussy, and quickly fought to get up his underwear.
“Oh, so that’s your name.” Ellen laughed at the horrified look on the CEO/ wealthy businessman’s face.
“Sir, I’m so sorry, please don’t tell my dad.” Aaron pleaded with him, as Ellen just laughed.
“Cut him some slack, he’s a great fuck by the way.” Ellen’s eyes lit up with pleasure.
“Shut up! You,” he said pointing to Aaron.
“Pull up your pants son, go home for the day, and so help me god you better not mention this to anyone, not even your buddies.”
“I won’t sir, I promise.” Aaron’s face was red with embarrassment.
“If I find out you talked, you’ll never get a recommendation from me, and your father’s job around here is finished. You understand me?” Mr. Pennington looked at him with stern eyes. Aaron nodded profusely and quickly pulled up his pants and left.
“You have a sturdy desk here Richard.” Ellen teased and his face grew red with anger.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?” He screamed but then lowered his voice.
“Listen carefully, I told you to stay the hell away from me and my office. Then you fuck my intern on my desk, do you know I could have you arrested?” Mr. Pennington waddled over to his other desk that belonged to his assistant; he would have to put in an order for a new one, today.
“Arrested? Your own daughter,” she asked, dramatically frowning and then breaking into a smile.
“Not when your so called son plays dress up and assaults women. That would be hypocritical don’t you think dick?”
“He’s not my son and you are not my daughter.” Mr. Pennington said drily. She always put a bitter taste in his mouth.
“I’m not, except by blood, and seeing as you fucked both our mothers! I can assure you I am. DNA doesn’t lie Richard.”
“But let’s skip this little family reunion and get right to the reasons I’m here. I need more money.” Ellen walked over and set on top of his desk. Her closed and black pointed heels clicked across the floor. She looked like a savvy business woman in her pink and black pinstriped suit, and her hair back in its usual bun. She crossed her long and slender legs looking quite comfortable. It made him sick.
“I just gave you and your brother money last month. And why should I give you more? We had a deal, I give bursa escort you and your brother money and you two disappear. I can’t have you popping up, especially not now,”
“its reelection time and I’ve got big money and interests riding on candidates that will help me expand my business, which I know is why you fucked my senator. You know how much money it took to clean up the mess you’ve made!”
Mr. Pennington could just strangle her. Never had he known that she would be so vindictive and conniving. Many times he thought about the mistakes he made and how it was costing him now. He often thought about hiring someone to kill her and her brother. If only to put him out of his misery.
Ellen checked her nails absently.
“I had to do something to get your attention Richard, you were ignoring me. And you know how I hate being ignored.”
“Bottom line I’m running low on funds. I had a deal in the works with this lawyer I’m fucking but it’s not moving fast enough for me. That’s where you come in.” She smiled at him.
Crazy bitch; he thought and tried to breathe easy. He was a man of power, fortune and yet she had a hold on him. It was blackmail at its fucking finest.
“Well maybe if you and your brother would stop spending money on drugs! You would have something; you’re just like your mother, a crack whore.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand. He wouldn’t play these games with her.
Ellen became enraged at the mention of her mother.
“Says the fucking ex-junkie himself! She got the drugs from you dipshit. After you knocked her up and cast her aside like old news, you thought she would just go away? She loved you, only to find she wasn’t the only mistress and you had a son on the side!”
“She knew what it was! She knew I had a wife, obligations, she knew I was only using her. She was young, eager and just like you naïve.” He smiled loving how the power was shifting as she became emotional and erratic.
“I’m nothing like my mother you sonofabitch! Unlike her I see you for the piece of shit you are.” She rose and went to the inside of the desk to sit in front of him, but first knocking off anything in her way. Mr. Pennington only seemed amused in response.
“For years I watched you feed her drugs, lies, using her as your personal prostitute, whoring her out to every congressman you thought would gain you some fucking clout. When she asked me to join her, sixteen years old, you think I didn’t know you were behind it? Me and my mother made you! So tread carefully because I can break you just as easily.”
That was the last straw, and Mr. Pennington stood up and gave her a hard slap across the face, his hand connecting with the side of her face in swift satisfaction, when her head snapped to the side and back.
“Sleeping with a few politicians certainly doesn’t qualify as a vital part of my success, don’t sit here and talk to me about rights and wrongs; don’t act like your so fucking above it!”
Ellen only smiled which had him leaning back carefully. She felt the blood in the corner of her mouth. She simply licked it off the side, and stayed seated on the inside of his desk.
“Was that supposed to put me in my place? We both know you’re not in control here. I am. What kind of fool do you take me for? You know it’s the truth, and it kills you; we made you Richey.”
“Don’t hate the player, hate the game. You put yourself in this situation, because you couldn’t keep it your dick in your pants. Now you’re paying the price for all that power WE gave you. There’s nothing more disgusting then watching you sit here spitting your bullshit-I was sixteen!”
Ellen screamed in his face. She remembered every call in the middle of night. All the weekend trips and expensive gifts, and it was all for sex. Her mother had convinced her that this was what they had to do. That Richard needed them and that in the end he would leave his wife. In the long run, who cared, they were having sex and making thousands of dollars.
Ellen’s mother told her, that her body was a small price to pay for the power in the end. She believed her. Yet in her heart she knew Richard would never give up a happy home for a used drug addict. Her mother realized it too. When he was solidified in his career, he no longer needed their services.
Richard had found her mother when she was young, working as a stripper to make ends meet. She had been abandon as a child and once she escaped from the foster home, she never looked back. She was tired of being in the system, and hit the streets. Then she met Tony. The club owner was a dirty bastard and at the age of sixteen allowed her mother to work there. Richard was an up and coming business owner. When he knocked her up, he paid her to keep quiet. He took care of her, bought her out from Tony, and eventually started using her for his own gains. Then when Ellen got old enough, he felt it was time for her to work for her keep too.
“Please, get off your fucking high horse Ellen. bursa türbanlı escort You’re like a black widow, mating then killing your prey. I see it in you, that lust for power, the same as me, and the desire to get it by any means necessary. If you’re so disgusted by me then why take my money? You have plenty of men you could prey on.”
“Oh, but they’re not as fun as you,” Ellen rose from the desk again. She realized she was losing face and had to calm down. She was losing control, she couldn’t lose control.
“Your right I choose to prey on you, because I want you to pay for every fucking thing you’ve done to me and my mother. You know it would be a shame if that son of yours was ever found out.” Ellen brought her nails across the desk.
“Now wait,” He said getting nervous now.
“We agreed he has an issue, I’ve tried to offer him women but he doesn’t want them. He enjoys the…hunt he says.” Mr. Pennington knew he was wrong. Yet if he turned him in, he had threatened to reveal he was his son, and what he had done to his mother as well, but he was drugged up, in a different place when he did those things.
“I’ve been feeling a change of heart though Richard. I mean can we really just let him continue to roam the streets and hurt innocent women?” Ellen frowned and Mr. Pennington grew red again. Dammit. She always found a way to gridlock him.
“You’re bluffing, turn him in if you want, but it’ll be you, not me.”
“Oh you’ll do what I ask.”
“I don’t take to kindly to threats!”
“Well I don’t take to kindly to being slapped across my fucking face Richard! Besides, this one I don’t think will go away quietly, your son fucked up. You know that pretty little brown skin woman you’re always discussing “arts” with.” She watched his wrinkled white face flood with confusion and then it dawned on him.
“Jazz, what’s she got to do with this?” He asked, not sure what she had under her sleeve. Jazz was a nice woman and quite attractive. A couple of senators asked him about her but he knew she wouldn’t be interested.
Plus, he respected her; she was a lovely young woman. She was trying to do some good. He considered sponsoring her, but wanted to know what benefits it would give him, besides good publicity.
“Oh, allow me,” Ellen pulled out her phone. She turned on the video. She was glad she had him record some footage when he was in Jazz’s house. Mr. Pennington became horrified as the video showed pictures throughout the house of Jazz up on the mantle.
Then he moved to her bedroom, turning the camera on himself he removed some of her underwear from a drawer and smelled it.
“I want her Dad. I want her.” He smiled into the camera and then the video cut off.
“Stop this! Right now, do you know what the fuck you’re doing?”
“Oh don’t worry he didn’t attack her, she got away. Her lone solider was there to stop that-“
“You’re really going to help him! I can’t allow this; it’s too close to home. He’ll be caught.”
“You think I give a fuck about her or your son? Oh I know he’ll be caught, I read up on Connor O’Malley. Special ops and quite a bad ass rap sheet. Oh he’ll find out, but trust and believe it’ll be too late. I’m betting on your son getting caught, right after he defiles her.” Ellen laughed.
“We’re going to get it on video too, maybe play it at your next banquet-”
“Bitch! Mr. Pennington pulled her head down on the desk, and slammed it by her suit jacket. Her head bounced and she rolled to the floor.
“You’ll stay away from her! I’m not fucking playing with you; I’ll go to the police.” He threatened
Ellen looked up to him from the floor.
“Money is the only thing that’ll keep my lips sealed,” Ellen breathed. Her heart was beating rapidly from the adrenaline rush of rolling off the desk, after having her head hit it with such force.
Mr. Pennington was huffing and puffing as well. He put in the code to his safe in the corner of the office and took out ten stacks. He grabbed a small duffel bag and loaded them into it, zipped it, and threw it at her and to the floor.
“Take the money and get out, stay away from her Ellen I fucking mean it. Stay away from me!”
Ellen struggled for a second but finally got up from the floor; she grabbed the duffel and swung it over her head, and let the strap lay on her shoulder.
“As always Richard, it was a pleasure.” Ellen smiled and walked out his office, and then her expression went dark with anger.
The motherfucker had put his hands on her for the last time. Oh he thought Jazz was so fucking special? What was so great about her? Her hate for Jazz was only increasing, and it was time to act. She was long tired of taking the back seat, coming in last. Her life was about to change. She was going to the one in control, she was going to set fire to it all and watch in satisfaction as it burned down in memory of her foolish mother. Then she would walk away, victorious and kestel escort unharmed.
*
WILLIAM POURED SOME BRANDY OVER TWO GLASSES OF ICE. He grabbed each glass and handed one to his client, who sat across from him.
“William, you know I’m a man of my word playa, and I thought you was too. Now we here, because you not keeping your word.” William took a nervous sip of his brandy.
Quentin, known in the streets as “Black,” was not the person you wanted to have a sit down conversation with. When he came to William, asking him to represent him in a drug bust case, he couldn’t help but say yes. Black knew he had skills and had gotten plenty of drug dealers off and back into the streets.
None were like Black. He was a high profile case and well known in the community as a prominent drug dealer and gangsta. William was making a good living, but nothing compared to what Black was making. He had a lucrative Cuban connect, and was getting Kilos of drugs daily.
William knew he had to break a deal. Even though they had little evidence, and miraculously Black had managed to escape previous jail time, for drugs that is. Also, they had found a kilo only. He had gotten him five years, after a prospect of twenty. His fellow foot soldiers, the drugs dealers under him, were more than ready to take the rap for the drugs. Yet the DA wanted something, so William had to bend. Black was happy, but not happy enough. He wanted to get off with no time and threatened Williams’s life for fucking up his money. Then they came to an agreement.
“I trusted you William. When I got locked up I said look, I got hella kilos and money still at the crib. I want you to get them white girls, my bricks of cocaine, and hide em’ for me. And you did. Then I said you know what, I want you to start moving weight for me, and you did.”
“You was making mad money and so was I. I mean all my boys was locked up, and who else but you? I mean you were supposed to get me off soctt free, but I ended up doing a nickel, almost a muthafucking dime dealing with you! So when I asked you to move bricks I thought it was only fair,”
“But you got cocky with it, you leaving kilos, grams at the crib? You never trap at the place you lay your head Will. I told you that, and now you don’t know where my drugs at huh? I just got bricks, money, cocaine, kilos, and pills! Sitting under floor boards, millions, and a billion maybe and yo ass don’t know shit, you don’t know when, where or how?”
Black stood up from his seat and put the brandy down after taking it to the head. His dark eyes were somber. He didn’t like to think he was being played. His skin was as a black as his eyes. His dreads were braided to the back in pigtails, held together by rubber bands. He was very overbearing. He was 6’3 and was a muscular guy. Many would describe him as crazy, violent and about that money.
“Black, I swear I didn’t know she would move someone in so fast I-“
“Muthafucka shut up!” Black pulled out his gun and put it to William’s head and he screamed.
“You tryna play me! You think this shit good boy, I’ll blow yo fucking brains out.”
“Please Black, please man. I swear I’ll get the drugs, money all that. I just need time, it’s hot right now. You just got out and people in the firm are getting suspicious.”
“What tha fuck that mean cuz?” He cocked the gun and William nearly shit himself as his hands started shaking.
“Please, just put the gun away. I got a plan man.” William closed his eyes and thought about praying before he heard the door.
“No I do.” Ellen opened it and Black pulled the gun on her. She clicked across the room and poured her some brandy as well, as if the gun wasn’t cocked and ready to go.
“Here,” she tossed Black the duffel bag and he put the gun down and unzipped it and smiled.
“Okay, finally somebody is talking around this bitch, with some money.”
“Oh, there’s more where that came from. We got this under control, don’t worry. The heat is on, and were lying low but plans are in the works as we speak. I have a very important man by the balls, and if all goes well, we’ll make more money than we could ever dream of.” Ellen’s eyes met his head on, and he put his gun away intrigued by this sexy skinny bitch.
“I’m listening.”
“I can’t reveal too many details, but trust me I know what I’m doing. I’m about this money just like you; I want all I can take.” She winked at him and he smirked.
This bitch a hoe, he thought, he could spot them a mile away.
“You know what Will? This money den saved your life brah’ and you some time, so use it wisely. Next time I gotta come here, won’t be no damn talkin’. And you bitch-“He said pointing to Ellen.
“Come find me later on. We got business to discuss.” He tugged on his dick and she licked her lips knowing fully well his meaning. She bet he was an animal in bed.
He wasn’t easy on the eyes sexy but rough and rugged sexy. William looked on, too scared and embarrassed, so much so that he wouldn’t intervene. As soon as the door closed, William breathed a sigh of relief.
“Thank you baby, so-“
“Shut the fuck up, you idiot. You just cost us money.” Ellen loosened her hair and took off her jacket tossing it on the arm of the chair.