Date: 7/12/2016, Categories: Reluctance, Author: jwallace45, Source: LushStories
Sally poked her head into my office door and said, “The car’s here.” “Thank you, Sally,” I replied. While waiting for my new arrival, I poured myself a cup of coffee and reflected on how different this one would be from the others. In the last five years, my operation had become far more manageable and less stressful. I had put a severe limit to how many guns we ran to Los Angeles and Las Vegas, and had stopped dealing in narcotics altogether. The drug business was getting way too violent and risky, with constant worrying about the greedy cartels on one end and the draconian DEA on the other. I now had an understanding with the federal and state authorities: as long as I stayed out of the drug business, the right people (provided they got their cut every month) would be happy to look the other way. Now, we had only two businesses: gambling and girls. The card games and roulette tables catered mainly to the rich pricks who could afford to piss away thousands in one night, while the escort service employed mostly young women from China, Central America, Eastern Europe and the U. S. of A. If there was one thing that I knew would never change as long as the sun rose, it was this: men like to gamble and they like to fuck. The cash flowed in like water. And now, something completely new. An old associate back east said this woman had come to him, practically groveling at his feet, begging for help. She had apparently racked up crushing gambling and shopping debts along with her ...