Blackshaft 1-04 – Good Business. Part 1

Rama – Blackshaft 1-04 – Good Business. Part 1
(Adults Only. Copyright@Rama. 2013)




The Lime Building. Penthouse. Study. Afternoon.

“Once upon a time, there was a man. And this man had a dream. His dream was simple. It was for nothing more than a better place. A fairer place. A place where people knew their place, and knew what was right and what was wrong. It was a place that people could be happy in. Is that asking too much?” Adrian Lime said, his eyes closed.
“No, Mr Lime.” the soft female voice replied.
“A better place.” he said again. “Know who that man was?”
“No, sir.” the female voice answered.
“My father.” Adrian told her and pushed his hands down on the back of her head. he opened his eyes and saw the red hair between his fingers as she knelt between legs. The chair felt very comfortable, perfect for sliding down and pushing a big, black cock into a young white redhead’s – or any woman’s – throat. He heard her gag slightly but kept his large, dark hands on her head. She was 18. He gasped as his big black balls emptied into the redhead’s throat. he kept her there until every last drop had gone. He took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, hearing her gasp as his wet, slimy cock plopped from the young woman’s lips. Her make-up was messed up, the eye-liner running, just like the thick, white cum that was rolling down her chin. “What’s your name again?” Adrian asked the redhead who was wearing a low-cut red dress.
“Amy,” the white woman gasped. “Amy Leeson.”
“You want this job, Miss Leeson?”
“Yes, sir.” she panted.
“You want to be part of a better world?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Because that’s what I want. A better world. But to get it, I need loyalty. Can you give me loyalty, Amy?”
The redhead licked her cum smeared lips and looked up into the black man’s eyes. She nodded and said, “Yes.”
“You do as you are told?”
“Yes!” she said firmly.
Adrian looked across the desk to where his assistant, Samantha White was sitting. She was in another of her signature white power suits. The woman had done the interviews and, as usual, had brought him the most suitable candidate. “You have a boyfriend, Amy?” he asked.
“… Yes.” the young redhead finally answered after a pause and slowly kissed her way up the softening shaft of his cock..
“He black or white?”
“White.”
“He fuck you?” Adrian asked matter-of-factly.
Another pause. “Yes.” she said.
“Are you going to tell him about this little ‘interview’?”
Amy looked up and shook her head quickly. “God, no!” she stated.
“But you’ll tell about the job?” Adrian smiled.
“I have to.”
“You an honest girl?”
“Yes.” she nodded.
“You want this job?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You will do anything to get this job?”
“Why?” he asked and Amy looked up again. Silent. “How badly do you want this job?”
“Badly.” Amy said.
“So tell me the truth.” he told her. “The boyfriend.”
Amy swallowed and looked at the other white woman in the room. Samantha White simply nodded. “He’s my pimp.” she admitted.
“He ever hit you?” Adrian asked gently.
Amy nodded.
“Not anymore.” Adrian Lime smiled as he nodded and watched Samantha stand up slowly. He saw the odd-looking bulge down her trousers. Another soul saved, he thought seeing his assistant unzip her trousers, then ease out the thick, floppy strap-on dildo. “Lift the dress, Amy.” he said.



*



Miller Intersection. Night.

“Paul Raulson.” Commissioner Jane Gregg said to the dark figure next to her in the white forensic tent as the cameras clicked and took more pictures of the pale body that hung from the lamp post. It had been hung upside down, left naked but for the blood that came from the dark, bloody hole where the genitals had been. A pool of blood was gathering beneath it.
“Pimp.” Scarlet Queen said, and turned.
“Aren’t you going–”
“Pimp.” the vigilante said again and left the tent.
Jane stepped out to see her get into the black car and start the engine. She watched it speed off, narrowly missing some journalists. And fuck you too, Jane thought before turned back into the tent before they started firing questions at her.



*

The Car. Night.

“He was a pimp.” Scarlet said as she straightened the wheel and pressed the gas. Red Princess sat next to her in the passenger seat and blinked. “Someone strung up and cut his balls off.”
“Was that why you told me to stay in the car?” the younger vigilante asked.
“Yup.”
Princess looked at her mentor. “So we going to do what?”
Scarlet shrugged. “Going home.” she said.
The young woman in red motioned back with her thumb. “But what abou–”
“He was a fucking PIMP!” Scarlet said again angrily, silencing her companion.



*


The Cave. Night.


Scarlet braked the car hard and ignored her young partner as she got out and stormed off. Princess watched as Scarlet marched towards the trophy room of the cave, tearing the mask off and tossing it away before slamming the door closed after her. Princess slowly got out and thought about going after her but gently peeled her own mask off and thought maybe it would be better to leave things for now. Let Alison cool off. She’d been hit hard.
Princess headed towards the stairs leading up to the mansion.



*



The Golden Bowl. Evening.

Looking good, feeling fine, Jemma Meadows thought as the voice in her ear piece handed over to her. The gold, shiny dress cost enough. The blonde smiled into the camera and ignored the chatter and noise around her. “Thanks, Dale.” she said into the microphone. “The air is filled with excitement tonight as society’s worst-kept secret is officially out. Adrian Lime is effectively announcing that he is here. After several weeks and plenty of rumours, I am at the new opening of Eglin City’s latest hot-spot. The Golden Bowl. Situated in what was once called The Lexington, and now bears the name of it’s billionaire owner, the Lime Building, the new casino is strictly members’ only. Tonight it’s a celeb-fest as society’s great and good come to give the place a once-over. But I have got access and I’ll be telling you all about this swanky new palace tomorrow night.” Jemma gave a wink to the camera. “Back to the studio, Dale.”
She kept smiling as the voice muttered something that was supposed to be witty and saw the cameraman point the camera down. “How come I don’t have an invite.” the camera geek said.
Jemma looked at him, then shrugged. “Guess I just got the right contacts, honey.” she said, and tossed the microphone to him to catch. With that she turned and walked to the head of the queue, flashed the invite to the large black man on the door who opened the door and let her in. Jemma smiled as she heard the protests from the queue. Fuck you,she thought as she saw the foyer and gasped. Marble floors and pillars dominated the entrance. Gold leaf and rich dark wood made up the walls. She could smell the money. A brunette woman in a low cut black party dress smiled and took the invite from her. “My name is Amanda.” the woman said, as she handed a glass of champagne to Jemma. “Mr Lime told me to look after you personally. Any questions or if you need anything, just ask.”
“Thank you.” Jemma replied, her mind trying to think of the money that this place must have cost. Adrian Lime, single, handsome, and rich as fuck. Now Eglin City’s most wanted for the ladies. She raised her glass slightly and took a mouthful. Amanda led her through a set of doors and Jemma marvelled at the plush interior of the main gaming room. She saw the card and roulette games. One wall was a bank of fruit machines. She saw the minimum payout on them was twenty dollars. And saw some of the richest and most powerful families in the city were here. There was Howard Storme with his latest airhead girlfriend on one arm and his talentless daughter Tiffany on the other. She saw Cary Jennings, big-time movie star, who was shooting a new movie in the city. There was the handsome, chiseled looks of Leo Garvey, the movie worlds’ best-known bachelor. She saw various faces from city politics and society. At the centre a round stage dominated the room. On it was another one of Lime’s so-called secret acquisitions. The Eglin City Packers cheerleaders were going through a routine.
“What do you think?” a voice said behind her.
“The man’s sure got the cash.” Jemma replied and looked round.