The Debt_(0)

The Debt

“To what do I owe the honor of a personal visit from the Big Man’s boys?” Bernie asked as he was shoved roughly into the smoke darkened room. He glanced across the room at the figure hidden behind a cloud of pungent cigar smoke and back at his two burly escorts, pulling at his collar uncomfortably.
The large shadow behind the desk made a small motion with one hand and the two goons in leisure suits vanished through the door they had just entered by.
The ‘Big Man’ leaned back in his expensive high backed chair and took a long drag off of his cigar, then added it to the already thick storm cloud over his head.
“I hope the boys didn’t get rough with ya, this being a social visit and all. You know how it is, good help is hard to find. Sometimes I need a butter knife and all I get is a couple of steak knives, you know?” Another drag on the cigar. “Anyway, I have a present for ya.”
“A present?” Bernie smiled, relief flooding over him, his confidence returning. “I kinda figured this was about the money I owe you.”
“That? Small change, you’re one of my top movers. What would I do without you? I know you’ll come up with the money, right?”
“Right.”
Another drag on the cigar, another smoke ring. “Nothin’ ta worry about. Anyways, back to your present. It’s over there in the closet.”
Bernie glanced that direction, then eyed the Big Man carefully.
“It’s okay, it don’t bite.”
Bernie walked over slowly, anticipation and a little fear running through his mind in a tangled jumble. When he opened the door he found the last thing he would have expected.
“What the…?” He gasped, staring into the closet open mouthed.
“Go ahead and turn on the light, get a look at it.”
Bernie pulled the string hanging from the ceiling and the light clicked on, bathing the lovely form in front of him in its warm glow. He was there staring down at the girl for a long moment, speechless.
She was kneeling on the floor, her bare legs held apart and secured at the ankle by a metal bar.
Other than the hood over her head and the pair of silk panties accenting the elegant lines of her bottom, she was entirely naked. He smiled, tilting his head to the side in order to get a look at her breasts.
They hung down nice and round, bared long enough to have hardened in the cool air of the office.
“Nice, huh?”
“Now that’s what I call a present.” She was young, that he could tell from where he stood, young and shapely.