A New Day, A New You part 12

At about five and a half feet tall and built for comfort Monica walks through from the bathroom to my bed in a skimpy pair of panties and garters that I bought and paid for. Her tan is nice and even and she spent time on her hair today, she’s making this special. I watch as she crawls up the bed to my nude and slightly prone body with a trace of a smile on her face. It’s her full lips I feel first kissing around my pelvis in a light teasing before her tongue trails up and down my shaft making me jump. I hear her giggle lightly before her mouth engulfs my head and goes all the way down to the root. Monica doesn’t do this better than the others but it still feels good and I don’t like to stop her but I’m not in the mood for a slow blowjob. I grip her hair on either side of her head and force her to speed up bucking my hips into her face. I can hear her drooling a little as I make sure I’m good and hard before pulling her face off me. I release her head and watch as Monica shifts her ass out of the panties before crawling up the bed and straddling my waist. I watch as she rubs me around with her hand before pushing her hips down. She’s warm and wet enough that she gets me inside and rides me nice and hard. I reach up and grip Monica’s smallish but perky breasts and squeeze her nipples which cause her to moan. Monica leans forward resting her hands next to my shoulders as she bounds on me harder and I relax to let her work. I sneak a glance down to her trimmed mound then back up to her face concentrating and biting her bottom lip.

“Is it good baby,” Monica asks me.

I push her off of me and throw a pillow down; she moves to it and tucks it under her stomach as I shift on the bed so that I’m on my knees behind her. I push her knees together and push myself down into her mound while gripping her ass. Monica grunts as I’m taking her but it turns to labored breathing as I pound away hard making sure her ass shakes with each thrust. She spreads her arms out above her head to brace herself or back into me, I don’t care which as I shake the bed taking her harder and faster. I see her back arch and use one free hand to get a handful of hair and pull it getting a groan for my efforts and she pushes back into me as an added bonus. I keep pulling her hair hard and taking her hard when my body finally gives me the release I have been pushing for and I fill the little bitch full of my seed. I relax on pulling Monica’s hair but keep her ass in place making sure she has every drop of me inside her before pulling out and moving onto my back with my head resting on the pillow. I watch as she collects herself from the best sex she’ll likely have this month and moves from the bedroom to my bathroom to clean herself. I prefer them to not make a mess in the evenings when they aren’t staying the night and after a few minutes she returns to the bedroom all smiles and sweetness. I’m sitting up and put on my robe as she gives me a kiss on the cheek and I hand her a small wad of cash.

“Mr. Vargas you are so good to me,” Monica says giving me a second kiss and taking her bag.

I walk her out of my condo, well to the door since she can find her own way down the stairs. I return to my bedroom and den, need to check in with Carter in the port authority and make sure my ex-cunt’s shipments are still able to be delayed. I rest well considering an active evening life and after all the proper grooming and a nice suit minus tie I am in the car to see Carter, never cared if it was her first or last name, she’s a mousey thin little white woman in an old bad suit at a coffee shop having some non coffee drink. I take my standard order from the counter person who steps around to serve me herself as I sit down across from Carter.

“Mr. Vargas,” Carter addresses me with a nervous look.

“Carter my name is Castro now how goes my little project,” I ask her as she adjusts her glasses and looks around.

“Mr. Vargas the shipments from your wife’s,” She pauses at my distasteful expression,” former wife’s company are being held but it’s not something we can keep up indefinitely. One person with authority and they will release the shipments.”

“Oh I understand that but my ex wife won’t find anyone to bribe, she’s too morally high and mighty for that. Your payment is already in your account Carter,” I tell her as she smiles a little before looking around again,” What’s troubling you?”

“I could lose my job for this,” Carter whispers to me,” I could go to jail.”

“But you won’t, Anita is not going to get her shipments out in time and when that happens I’ll pick up the pieces and take care of the rest,” I inform her which doesn’t help her paranoia,” You aren’t doing anything illegal.”

“It’s enough to have me investigated,” She says looking around,” I need to get to work.”

Carter is up and out of the coffee shop in less than a half minute and I get to finish my coffee and pastry before tipping the worker bees and get on about my day. It’s not easy keeping up in my lifestyle, actually it really is, and I have enough people giving me everything I need that my money isn’t even an issue anymore. Yes Anita got the business and most of the marital assets thanks to the prenuptial agreement but I’ve been hiding my money for years and in actuality she didn’t get much in comparison but the business did leave me stinging more than a little, bitch took the business that I built and she barely helped me run. Honestly I’m surprised she kept it running for this long but no matter once I get her contracts to leave her I can simply put the release on the shipments and take the contracts and I’m back in business. I’m actually glad the bitch was infertile, only reason I cheated in the first place, well that and the fact that sex with her was akin to a gutted fish. I spend the next couple days keeping track of things when I get a call from the boys. I show up at the rat hole that Brent calls his house and thankfully I won’t have to wait long as Leo and Jake live here with him and I don’t need to wait for them to show up. I park my Audi in front of the house and step inside after a quick knock on the door. Leo is the ‘little’ one being a near six foot white man but Brent and Jake are two black former college athletes, probably basketball or something inner city.

“Gentlemen you called this meeting,” I state stepping inside as I see Jake limping.

“We got into her place a couple weeks ago but she messed up my knee,” Jake informs me of their previously poor performance,” and now we’re still waiting to get paid. What’s going on Cas?”

“Well let me explain this objectively. I hired you to break into my ex wife’s home, knock her around a bit then make her squeal like a pig as you fucked her silly,” I state the objectives they were given calmly,” now you broke in but instead of knocking her around or fucking her you let her get away and upstairs where she barricaded three of you from her room and contacted the police on her phone. Am I missing anything?”

“Only two of us were trying to get in her door, Jake was downstairs holding his knee,” Brent adds proving that college athletes don’t get brain scholarships.

“So two of you were kept out of the room by a forty year old woman who was armed with a lamp and a phone, so let me explain this from a business mindset. I gave you three tasks and aided you in the first one of getting into her home, you succeeded there but then failed at the other two tasks,” my words don’t leave them with hope,” so you don’t get payment because the job wasn’t completed.”

“But Mr. Vargas Jake got hurt and we took this job because you said it’d be easy,” Leo explains and I turn on him.

“Yes it should have been but you three screwed it up and I don’t pay for screw ups,” I snap before calming,” I will look into another piece of work for you but in the meantime I will not pay for the three of you to fool around at my expense.”

“But Mr. Castro,” Leo starts again and I have to stop him.

“When you fail to complete the job you don’t get paid? Understand,” I ask as the three nod weakly, simple minds.

I leave the house and head back towards my condo for a shower and a change; dealing with the hired help on their terms is a dirty experience both physically and mentally. I continue my personal mission to keep Anita on the ropes by taking a quick trip to her office to talk to her. I saw the man she hired, some trumped up ROTC boy thinking he’s SEAL team Six. I get past the doors and almost past Sophia, her very fuckable assistant, when this thing steps in my way. This fucker must be 6’5” and built like a fucking wall, where did she find him?

“Mr. Vargas your ex wife, Mrs. Vargas, is in a meeting right now and cannot be disturbed,” Sophia informs me and I brush her off.

“Fuck that I’m here to make her an offer,” I tell her before turning my attention to the wall of muscle,” Hey monkey, get out of my way.”

“No,” the giant says looking down on me.

“Listen to me you muscle bound moron, maybe you don’t know but when I say move that means you move or bad things happen to you,” I tell him and he removes his jacket and hands it to Sophia.

“Are you threatening me,” he asks me and I laugh.

“Did you figure that out all by yourself big guy,” I ask poking his chest with my finger,” Now move it if you know what’s good for you.”

I’m caught off guard as the brute grabs my hand and squeezes it nearly breaking my fingers before lifting me up off the ground by my arm. I’m hitting his hand with my free one when his free hand grabs my belt and he carries me, me a grown man, out of the building. I’m sat on the hood of my Audi as he releases me.

“You are not welcome in Mrs. Vargas’s business or office. Don’t let me catch you trying to come in here again,” the giant orders me and now I’m pissed.

“You piece of shit you just signed your own death warrant,” I bark as I see flashing lights.

Police is just what I need, manhandled for no reason and forcibly removed from my own building; yeah I’ll have them in court paying me. They call for an ambulance to check my hand and officers step into the building as the secretary Sophia is showing them something on her little tablet I can see her pointing at me and the officers are talking to the goon but they aren’t putting hand cuffs on him. I get my hand wrapped up and there isn’t anything broken, stronger than I thought, but a sergeant is talking to me like I did something wrong.

“Mr. Vargas the owner and the body guard are not pressing charges against you,” He tells me and I cut him off.

“What fucking charges? He attacked me,” I point out and the sergeant shakes his head.

“Sir there is video and audio of you assaulting and threatening the man inside the building. He went on record to state that you threatened him again outside the building. You are going to need to leave and I suggest you make an appointment and not show up out of the blue to this business. Next time we receive a call and it concerns you at this establishment we are to arrest you for harassment and trespassing,” the fucking puta cop states before handing me my wallet and keys.

They are making me leave and not once did Anita even bother to come out and look, fucking bitch. When did she get security cameras and where the fuck did the new bodyguard come from. I’ll have to send the boys over to teach him some respect, probably have to give them some money in advance so they can fill up their tank and drive there. Can’t have hired help taking the bus to do the job. I get in at home and ice my hand, fucking hurts but nothing broken yet I am still wondering where that big fucker came from. He’s not the guy that was spotted out in front of her, formerly our, home a week ago. I pass the next couple days with a smile as everything is going to plan as I’m sitting in the café waiting on Carter. She’s running late and yet there is a beautiful raven haired woman in a sex/business suit sitting down drinking coffee and eating a cinnamon roll in a way that leaves me with a desire to put my own frosting on her lips. I wait for Carter but continue to watch the sinewy woman eat and drink her coffee as she finishes after a short time but leaves all the trash for the wait staff and exits the café. If I ever see her again I will have to sit with her and smile at the possibilities when my car alarm goes off and I rush outside to see the woman, the raven haired beauty, leaning against my car checking her makeup oblivious to the alarm. I adjust my suit coat and casually approach her disabling my alarm and move next to her.

“Excuse me Miss you’re leaning on my car,” I inform her politely.

“And this is problem,” she asks and I know the accent but can’t place it.

“Not for me, it did scare any would be car thieves in the area,” I joke but she doesn’t seem to understand it,” My name is Castro Vargas.”

“I know,” she replies reaching into her purse and producing a small hand gun,” Now get in car and drive.”

“Wait a minute,” I start but she cuts me off.

“You will enter your car, I will sit in back and you will drive. I tell you where to go, understand,” she informs me moving in close and I smell a strange odor,” If you do not I will shoot penis.”

I feel the barrel of the pistol against my groin and slowly nod as she guides me into the car and casually enters behind me on the passenger side. I start up my Audi A8 and follow her directions as we’re in the car for over an hour. I keep checking her in the rear view and not once does she take her eyes off me or feel at ease with her weapon. We pull into a small airfield and into a hangar where I’m informed to shut off the car and made to exit the vehicle. There is a personal jet in here and the door is open as I’m escorted inside past a very tanned gentleman who nods to the woman. Once inside I see money, check that a lot of money. All Corinthian Leather seats, full bar with the best including what looks like a brandy from India, and a stewardess that must have been in playboy. I’m a little awestruck as I hear a man’s voice in the same accent and a different language speak. The stewardess leaves to the back and we’re joined by a 6’ tall blond man in a blue button up shirt made of silk and black slacks.

“Mr. Vargas, sit,” the man instructs as I take a seat facing him,” Do you know who I am?”

“I honestly can’t say I do,” I reply still marveling a little at the surroundings.

“If you do not know me then explain why you keep my shipments from reaching their destinations,” he says and I freeze, Anita is under contract with him.

“Well I don’t actually have any say in your shipments sir,” I state keeping my composure as a small wood tray is brought out with bread, meat, cheese and tomatoes.

I watch as the man is handed a small thin bladed knife not to be used in any sort of food preparation yet he is cutting tomatoes and that’s when I smell the expensive cheese.

“My name is Kazimir Vanko, you know this name,” he asks as I shake my head and he continues making food,” I am business man who does much business in this United States. I have several shipments that my business requires be delivered in a timely fashion. Now explain to me, the man that you do not know, why you interfere in my business?”

“I haven’t interfered, as you say, in your business sir,” I reply as he continues to prepare food.

He says something to the woman who produces a phone and punches a button and listens in before speaking their language to someone on the other end and finally removes it from her ear and engages the speaker phone.

“I did it for Castro Vargas,” the female voice screams and I cringe,” he paid me now please…”

The woman ends the call and sets down the device as a tray is placed in front of me and a sandwich is placed in front of me as he begins to make another.

“That was your Ms. Carter, yes,” he asks me without looking,” I know because when I check who put order through to hold shipment it is her name on papers. Now I have her and it take one day for me to learn your name. Now we know each other’s names so you will tell me again why you keep my shipments?”

“Mr. Vanko I didn’t do this to offend you in any way, the business you work through used to be mine. It now belongs to my ex wife and the situation is between myself and her,” I explain as I pick up the sandwich and he now looks at me stopping his own sandwich making,” I personally assure you that in a few days when the contract with her is disrupted that your good will be made available to you. I’m simply asking for a little leniency, from one professional to another.”

I see him smile at me, he’s smiling as I take a bite and set down the sandwich. The cheese is from Europe, that much I can tell but the rest is better than you can buy in a store. His lunches cost more than most dinners. I set my hands down on wood tray and out of the blue there is a blinding pain in my left hand. I look down and the blade of the knife is stuck through the back of my hand pinning it to the table. He is not smiling as I scream.

“Mr. Vargas you will quiet your tongue or my woman will cut it out,” he threatens me and I stifle my voice.

“You stabbed me,” I can only remark.

“Yes, you were rude to eat before me,” he states as he removes his hand from the knife leaving it in the table and me.

I watch as he is handed a second similar knife and he finishes his sandwich with a calm that is scaring me as much as the knife in my hand. He begins to eat and looks to me like I should do the same.

“My hand is stuck,” I again state the obvious.

“Then remove the knife or use the other but you will enjoy my hospitality before we conclude our business,” he dictates before taking another bite.

I get the sandwich in hand and struggle for the next few minutes to eat it as he casually watches me. Blood is pooling at my feet but he simply sits and watches having finished his own meal as I finish mine and I’m handed a glass of something brown and alcoholic which I down before screaming as he casually reaches across to me and removes the knife. I’m turned in my chair as the woman from the café begins to tend to my stab wound.

“Mr. Vargas you have till end of week to arrange release of my goods or I will come to your home, find you where you are sleeping and,” he begins to speak his own language which causes the woman to chuckle,” apologies but it does not translate into English well.”

I’m escorted from the plane by the woman from the café to my car. As we stop at my driver side door she takes my wounded hand and looking me in the eyes kisses the bandage she placed on it to stop the bleeding before turning away from me and moving back to the plane. I get in my car quickly and drive with pure fear back home and lock the door behind me and begin to have a few therapeutic drinks. I think about everything I saw and heard before sitting at my computer and with one hand begin to search a few things and learn more than I expected. Vanko is the name of a Russian diamond magnate who has more than a few connections in the US along but when I pull up Kazimir Vanko I learn how bad it is. He’s Russian mob and not only that he’s the wealthiest and youngest of the current leaders and deals in new acquisitions of African blood diamonds. I am hit with a lightning bolt, his African diamonds get taken in by his family business and become legitimate diamonds on the market around the world and with the dropping price of gold his family name means one thing, MONEY! All the basic financials are there online and they are living on estimated Chinese populations of personal wealth not counting their business and the illegal activities of Kazimir. I sit back and review the shipping information that Carter sent me on the locations of the held goods and find that Mr.