1. New aquisition


    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 ...
    student loans and a mortgage. At one point, she’d taken about $10,000 from her employer and had the law knocking on the front door of her house, soon to be foreclosed. She was out of options. My old friend would have taken her on personally, but already had more pussy than he really needed. So he called me and emailed a recent picture of her. I was sold. Sally knocked and leaned in through the door. I nodded to her, signaling that I was ready to receive my visitor. The door opened all the way, and the woman walked in hesitantly. The picture hadn’t done her justice; she was breathtaking. Long blonde hair flowed down both shoulders. Wide, round, green eyes and full lips. She looked a bit like one of Elvis’ old girlfriends in the early 70’s, around the time he really started to go to shit. She wore the outfit she’d been given to wear after the plane landed. A skin-tight blue satin mini-dress hugged her trim body like a second skin. She balanced herself on a pair of black basic pumps with five-inch stiletto heels. Gold hoops dangled from her ears. Sally shut the door behind her, and the woman stood before me, nervously looking at the floor. I just sat at my desk for almost a full minute, looking her up and down, drinking her in. “Did Sally get all your paperwork?” I finally asked. By this I meant her birth certificate, driver’s license, social security card, debit and credit cards, etc. Basically, all the proof of her existence. She nodded meekly, keeping her head down. “Look at ...
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