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You’d never have guessed who he was by how he dressed or the luggage he carried, or even by his boarding pass. I mean, what kind of kingpin flies coach?

However, as the man in the thick glasses and the sweater vest climbed off the plane, his assistant following close behind, he was about to be informed that he was the most important person in that airport.

“U.S. Marshalls! Get down!” screamed three armed men, rushing up to him. “Everett Beal, get on the ground, now!”

He didn’t fight back or even try to argue, he just submitted to the handcuffs and was taken away.

“What the hell is happening?” asked his assistant. The young woman looked scared out of her mind.

“We’ve discussed this, Penny. I will handle it. All you have to do is not talk.”

The woman did look a little bit relieved, but that look slowly faded, as the two of them were dragged down a series of dark concrete hallways, within the deepest bowels of the building.

“U.S. Marshalls. Keep walking,” said one of the men, flashing his badge at a series of airport workers, as he barged past them.

“Maybe you should try being less rude,” Everett told him.

“Maybe you should try not selling cocaine,” he heard, in response, as he was finally dragged into the daylight, toward a line of black SUV’s.

Everett looked at the ground, wondering how they knew about him, but the number of questions only increased when he and his assistant were forced into one of the cars, and found two strange people already sitting inside.

One of them, the man sitting at the wheel, was in a pressed and professional looking driver’s uniform. The other, in the passenger’s seat, was an incredibly sexy woman in a black dress and thick leather riding boots.

“Is your bureau having a costume contest?”

“Not at all.” I put my phone away, having very much enjoyed watching him be dragged around, on the airport camera feeds. Afterwards, I leaned over to Donovan and told him, “Let’s get going.”

Donovan honked the horn and the caravan got moving, pulling away from the airport so fast that our friends in the backseat were getting thrown around.

“Who are you people?”

“We’re friends, don’t worry. You’re here for business purposes.”

“Well, just so you know, I was on my way to meet with a very powerful partner, and I know he’ll be upset if anything happens to me. Perhaps you’ve heard the name-”


“Yes,” he looked at the two of us, confused.

“He won’t be angry. I’m just borrowing you for a bit and I’ll return you later, so that the two of you can have your meeting,” I said. “Carter said you were from Sydney, right?”

“I’m from Victoria. My business is in Sydney.”

The two of us spend the next few minutes talking. Everett never seemed entirely comfortable, but given how we had stolen him away, that wasn’t surprising.

The four of us climbed out of the car, when we finally made it back to my safe house. The expansion had been going well, and so I’d used some of the money to invest in more professional place from which to run my business.

“Nice mansion.”

“It’s only a mansion by inner city standards,” I said, thinking back to Carter’s billion dollar estate, outside the city. In truth, the neighborhood was good and the house was gorgeous, plus I preferred being right in the heart of the city, rather than in some posh neighborhood suburb with lawns that were measured in miles, but the house still felt small.

“We should go inside,” Donovan reminded me. “By now, Carter must know that his business partner has mysteriously vanished.”

“Do you think he followed us?”

“I can spot a tail. We’re alone, but I’d like to keep it that way.”

Most of the guards returned to making sure the business was running smoothly, all across town. A few stayed back to watch the house, as the four of us headed inside.

“Any chance we can get these taken off?” Everett asked, holding up his handcuffs.

Donovan quickly complied, but not before locking the door.

“This place is a fortress,” he told them, as soon as they were free. “We have guards at every door and the perimeter is completely sealed. Mr. Beal, you’ll be conducting business with Ms. Jones in her study, upstairs. We believe that you’ll be very impressed with her proposal.”

“Excellent,” he said. “I hope this was worth all the trouble.”

“Trust me. It is.”

Less than a minute later, I was pouring champagne in the study, eager to get started.

“What should I do, Mr. Beal?” his assistant asked him.

“You’ll come with me, ma’am.” Donovan reached out to her, as he spoke, but she retreated from him.

“You will be fine, Penny,” Everett said, reassuring her.

Donovan reached out again, but was noticeably less forceful. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to come off that way. We do have a garden out back. If you’d like, we can wait there, while they talk.”

Eventually, she agreed to leave with Donovan, but still seemed rather intimidated by his presence.

“Let’s get started,” Everett insisted, sitting down in one of the overstuffed leather chairs. “Although, I think you forgot to tell me your name, you know, when you were kidnapping me.”

I took a seat behind my desk, in an office chair that looked more like a throne, and tossed two eighths across the rosewood surface.

“Just call me BJ,” I said. “Now, tell me if you can see the difference between those two products.”

He held both up to the light. “One looks like it’s cut with something, but I’d need a full analysis to tell for sure.”

“That’s Carter’s product. One third of it is baby powder.”

“Well, I’ve heard of people cutting my coke with worse things. What’s the problem?”

“The problem is that Carter has a monopoly on cocaine across the west coast, and as far out as St. Louis and Winnipeg. That’s a lot of fucking cocaine and all of it’s garbage.”

He threw the bags back onto the table. “So what? Why should that matter to me?”

“It shouldn’t,” I said sliding one last item across the table, a newspaper article. “What should matter, is how much money I can make you.”

He picked up the clipping.

“Did you hear about this amazing coincidence from a few years back?” I asked him. “Out of the blue, huge amounts of cocaine start flooding the Pacific, enough to put the South American cartels to shame. Today, only a third of the coke being moved comes from there, and the rest comes from you. However…” I looked back at the article. “Addiction in Australia is falling. First it was Melbourne, and just recently Sydney has been seeing decreased amounts of narcotics coming in. Amazing, right?”

He looked up at me, tearing the article in half. “What’s your point?”

“You’re quite the patriot, Mr. Beal. I really respect that,” I said, honestly. “But, imagine how much more good you can do with just a bit more cash. At this moment, three of Carter’s largest distributors, his top lieutenants, are selling my product on the side. I have warehouses on the docks here in San Muerte, as well as further up the coasts of California and Washington, that are supplying them with product to sell, but soon they will need to be resupplied. That’s where you come in.”

“You went through all this trouble, getting fake badges, having your men imitate federal police and kidnapping me from the airport, just to ask if you can buy product from me?”

I shrugged. “I’ve been told that I’m a bit overdramatic.”

Though he tried to hide it, I could see genuine fear in his eyes. “This is Carter’s territory. I can’t sell to anyone else on this continent, without him finding out.”

“But it will be worth it. My uncut variant has twice the kick, and we’re selling it at triple the price.”

“Carter will-”

“Forget about Carter!”

He looked back at the cocaine sitting my on my desk. I knew that he was just on the cusp of saying yes. I just needed to push him a little more and he would fall in line.

“You can still supply Carter, just the same as always. The only change is that you’ll be selling even more product, and doing so at a higher price. This is a win-win for you.”

He sighed. “If I say yes, do you think you can handle the fallout from crossing Carter?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, then I guess we have a deal.” He reached across the desk and shook my hand, sealing the pact between us.

We spent a long while picking through the finer details, but I’d say we hammered it out pretty quickly, for an international trade agreement.

“Donovan?” I called, sticking my head out the back door and looking at the empty garden.

One of the guards answered, “Is everything ok, ma’am?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where is Donovan?”

“And the woman he was with,” Everett added.

“I’m not sure. Would you like me to help you look for them?”

“No, we’ll take care of it.” I shut the door and turned to say something to Everett, but Donovan appeared before I could.

“Where’s Penny?”

“She’s in the kitchen.”

Everett rushed past him, concerned for her safety.

“Oh, thank God. I was so worried that-” He suddenly paused. “What the fuck are you doing?”


Penny put down the wooden spoon she had been holding, after tasting whatever was on the stove.

“That’s surprising. I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Donovan is teaching me.”

I turned to my friend. “Since when can you cook?”

“I’m a single guy and I live alone. I had to learn.”

However, Penny quickly chimed in, “I thought you said that your mother-”

Donovan quickly shushed her, but the damage was done.

“I’m going to ask about this later,” I told him, firmly.

“You always were too tenacious for your own good.”

“You know you love it.” I grabbed Everett by the hand and pulled him away. “Come on. I think we’re intruding.”

However, he looked back and called, “Just yell if you need me,” before I could yank him out of the room. Penny’s only response was a smile and a reassuring wave, before she and Donovan went back to what they had been doing.

“So, your secretary and my driver,” I said, as the two of us strolled down the hall. “If they start making babies, we’ll basically be grandparents.”

“This doesn’t make us friends, you know. You still kidnapped us.”

“I planned on letting you go back to Carter, right now, but the two of them seem to be hitting it off. Don’t you want to let her have some fun?”

He looked at me, wanting to argue. However, he eventually sighed and gave up, his voice filled with weary resignation. “I suppose we can stay for a little bit longer.”

“Perfect.” I quickly opened a hidden cabinet on the wall, pulling out a bottle of white wine and two glasses.

“Did you plan that?”

“No, this is my emergency wine.”

“You might be the most curious drug lord that I’ve ever met.”

“I’m one in a million.”

Everett sipped on his wine, as we sat out in the hallway. I, however, was on my third glass, by the time he finished his first.

“Can I ask you something?” I said to him.

“Sure, as long as I'm stuck here.”

“Why don't you have an accent?”

He looked at me as if I was absolutely insane.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I mean, I can hear a bit of a twang on a few words, but if I didn't already know you were Australian, I wouldn't have guessed.”

“So, you’re saying I sound American?”

“I guess so, yeah,” I told him, continuing my trend of tactlessly blurting out things I shouldn't have mentioned. Alcohol always did that to me.

“Woman, you’re crazy.”

“I was just asking.”

Everett leaned against the wall, slowly slipping down to the floor.

“I mean, I suppose I've been spending a lot of time away. I was only in Sydney for a week, and before that I was in New York for nine months. I've been in Los Angeles a lot, and before that I had to spend a few months moving between Brisbane and Argentina, but the whole time I was coordinating with a partner in San Francisco.”

He looked up in shock, as the realization hit him.

“Any chance you have another bottle?”

“Of course.” I kicked open a loose floorboard and pulled out three more.

“Jesus. How many stashes do you have?”

“Oh, they’re all over the house,” I said, filled with pride, until I suddenly had my own realization. “I might have a drinking problem.”

However, sobriety wasn't on the schedule for that night, and an hour later the two of us were sitting on the floor of the hallway, completely off our asses.

“This business will destroy you,” Everett said, still leaning against the wall. “I’ve spent years devoting myself to fixing the coke problem, and now I barely spend any time back home. Do you know how long it's been since I went back to Melbourne?”

“How long?”

“Years! Literally years!”

He took a long pull from his personal bottle, which was now almost gone.

“I can’t keep doing this. I just can’t. I don’t know how you people do it.”

“Do what?”

“Keep up this lifestyle. All of my business partners are criminals and most would kill me without a second thought, not to mention that the federal police are always crawling up my ass, but you, somehow you handle all of that, and you have the stones to take on Carter. I wish I had half the backbone you did.”

I started to respond, but I got the feeling that he wasn’t done.

“How can you be smart enough to run a business like this, bold enough to take on one of the most dangerous men in the world and just drop dead fucking gorgeous, all at the same-”

He suddenly stopped, and I was glad that I had let him continue.

“I’m drunk. Forget that I said that.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?”

“Just let it go.”

“Oh, I’m never letting you forget that.”

“Do I have to stay here forever, now?”

“Yes. You’re now my new boy toy.”

“Well, that wouldn’t be the worst thing… Did I just say that out loud?”

I crawled across the floor to where Everett was sitting, gently kissing him on the lips. Instantly, I could see a tent growing in his pants, but he still pulled away.

“Sorry, should I not have done that?” I asked.

“No, you’re fine. Better than fine,” he said, insistent. “You’re amazing, but that’s why you shouldn’t want to be with someone like me.”

I sat down next to him.

“I should tell you this,” Everett told me. “Otherwise I’ll feel like I’m lying. I’m not a drug lord or a criminal mastermind. I’m just a chemist who got really really lucky. I was working in a pharmaceutical lab, running tests on Nitracaine, when I just so happened to make the biggest discovery of my life.”

“Wait, you don’t mean…”

“Yep, even my drugs are fake.”

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. “So that’s how you undercut the South Americans?”

“They’ve been scratching their heads for years, trying to figure out how I got coca to grow in the outback.”

We both laughed.

“So, that’s all I am,” he said, somberly. “I’m not a hunky mastermind. I’m just some nerd who got lucky, and success fell into my lap.”

I kissed him again, deeply, and this time I could feel his tongue tentatively pushing its way past my lips.

“Fuck, every time you do that you make my head spin,” Everett said. “I don’t get it. I told you who I really am.”

“Well, we might have something in common. The truth is that I’m not… Actually, I take that back. Considering the shit I’ve accomplished, I’m totally a criminal mastermind. But, you’re still really cute and I’ve always liked guys who let me dominate them.” A big smile was plastered across my face, as I told him that. “Plus, I love the way your nose twitches when you get nervous.”

“It does?”

He tried to cover it, but I pulled his hand away and leaned in close. We kissed yet again, but this time I was the first to pull away. However, it was only so I could pull him towards the bedroom.

“I’ve never met a woman like you, before.”

“Yeah yeah, I hear that all the time. Just take your pants off.”

He did as instructed, tearing them off as quickly as he could, and making me giggle as he stood in the hallway, with just his shirt and boxers on.

“I meant once we get to the bedroom,” I said, making him turn bright red.

“I… I probably should have realized that.”

“You’re adorable,” I said, chuckling, as I wrapped my arms around him.

I felt something gently poking at my stomach, but it became much bigger as I kissed my way down to his neck, gently biting his soft, smooth skin.

“Goddamn,” I heard him whisper, just before I bit down hard enough to leave a big red mark on his skin, like a brand on a steer.

I moved further and further down, feeling his skin rush past me, and finding my way to his contained cock, eagerly trying to poke its way through his boxers.

I looked up and told him simply, “I need these off.”

“Oh, fuck,” he said, as he felt his underwear being ripped off in a single motion, but he repeated his exclamation one more time, just as his cock entered the soft, wet and warm grasp of my lips.


I could feel him trembling more and more, with every inch that slid inside me. I could almost feel his thick and veined member at the back of my throat, but I still took the entire piece in my mouth, gently teasing the tip of his head with my tongue.

As Everett’s balls slapped against my chin, I continued to wet his engorged prick, enjoying the feeling of pushing him further and further into me.

“You’re a goddess,” he said, as I pulled away.

“I take pride in my work.” I pulled one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it for just a moment before returning to his cock.

I could taste the salt of his pre-cum less than a minute later, as his balls swelled and his body prepared to empty into my mouth.

“Not yet,” I said, getting up and pulling him into the bedroom.

“I’m normally not the kind of guy to sleep with a woman I just met.”

“Well, I’m a gorgeous woman, you’re a handsome man and we’re stuck here, together. Is that not reason enough?”

“You had me at gorgeous woman,” Everett told me, waiting for me to slip off the last of my clothes, before climbing on top of me.

For a man who thought so little of himself, Everett sure wasn’t lacking in any of the departments that mattered to me. I almost felt sorry for him, with how low his self-esteem was.

“Sorry, I um…” he mumbled, when he erection suddenly softened. “It must be the alcohol.”

However, his rigid form quickly returned, as my hands wrapped around him, and I think it might have grown bigger than before as I guided him towards my cunt.

I pulled my underwear aside, letting him press against my entrance with the tip of his engorged head. My womanhood was wet and waiting. The moment he entered my mouth, my pussy had begun to feel painfully empty, but I had also felt a wetness growing, as my little cunt prepared itself to be penetrated and left gaping. The emptiness only felt worse, now that I could feel each heartbeat, as his cock continued to throb.

As he finally pushed his way in, I moaned in pleasure and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting only to pull his body closer and his cock deeper.

However, he stopped before he’d entered by even two inches.

“What is it?” I asked, on the cusp of begging him to just fuck me, already.

“I can’t… I’m not…”

“You’re the man I want to be with, at least for tonight,” I told him, honestly. “Why are you so worried?”

“Because…” he trailed off, but soon started again, without any more luck. “Because I’m so… and you’re so…”

“Just do me a favor, Everett.”


“Shut the fuck up,” I told him, taking only a moment to brace myself, as I jerked him towards me.

Suddenly, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, and Everett became an unstoppable machine, pumping me full of his cock with thrust after thrust.

“Do you like how I feel, baby?” I softly whispered, into his ear.

“You know I do.”

“Do you love how wet I am?”


“It’s because of you. You’re making me wetter than I’ve ever been.”

He only got faster after I said that. It wasn’t true, but it certainly made him eager.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said, though I was too busy floating on cloud nine to hear him. I just laid back and received him, taking two fingers and teasing the rim of my tender butthole, which missed the feeling of my vibrator.

I smiled at the fullness I had finally been given, as I held Everett close. I could feel the hair on his chest brushing against me, until he leaned down and took one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Of, God,” I cried out. The feeling of him pushing his way into me was good enough, but when he latched onto me, roughly teasing me with his tongue, I squealed in pleasure.

“Please, I need it,” I whispered. Everett sped up, fucking me harder, sucking me harder and never needing to ask how I felt. My moans and screams of pleasure told him all he needed.

“I’m cumming,” I cried, but he didn’t even seem to care. Everett simply fucked me through my orgasm, only doing so harder as I gripped the sheets.

Instead of slowing down, he got faster. I didn’t have time to come down, it was just one prolonged high, and it wasn’t until I felt him finally letting up that I realized that I was close, yet again.

“Fuck, is it ok that I-”

“Yes. Fucking do it.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement, and his throbbing cock began forcing me apart, faster than before.

However, as the last moments came upon us, I suddenly pulled away from him, letting jet after jet of his cum fly over me, and land on the pillow above my head.

I moved my head before a stray jet could land in my hair, and took pleasure in seeing how tired he was, after vigorously fucking me.

Everett tried to speak, but all he could muster was a hoarse whisper.

“I know. I liked it, too,” I said to him, as he collapsed beside me.

“I wish I had lasted longer.”

“You were fine,” I told him. “You worry too much.”

However, as the last few rays of sunlight peaked through the curtains, I suddenly started to worry, myself.

“What’s up?” he asked, after seeing the look on my face.

“I just need to check something. Wait here.”

I got up and went to my private bath, quickly wrapping a towel around my body. I’d had enough of seeing my good clothes get ruined by wearing them after or during sex.

I hopped down the stairs, hoping to find my other two houseguests in the kitchen, but walked in to find the room empty.

“That’s not like him,” I said, finding the stove on and quickly turning it off.

I really didn’t think much of them not being there, until I found a pair of pink underwear sitting beneath the counter that definitely weren’t mine, and, unless the men in the house had some weird fetish that I didn’t know about, they didn’t belong to Everett or Donovan.

And speaking of the devil, it was just as that thought crossed my mind that my driver walked into the room, wearing a towel of his own, that covered him from the waist down.

“Oh, Bailey,” he said. “I was just coming to find you.”

“For what?” I asked him, kicking the panties further under the counter.

“I, uh… We were… I was wondering if you knew how much longer you would be. You know, with your meeting.”

“We’re already done.”

“Oh, okay then,” he added, awkwardly.

“But, Everett was thinking about spending the night.”

“Oh, that’s great,” he said, full of joy, until he processed what had been said. “He’s spending the night, with you?”

“Yeah. I mean, Penny is staying with you, right?”

“Of course. I suppose she was.”

Silence hung over us, like a thick cloud of smog.

“Have fun,” Donovan said, unexpectedly.

“You too.”

We looked at each other, holding up the best fake smiles we could, before parting ways.
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