All White Alphas
Four Adult BWWM Stories
Aaliyah Jackson
Copyright © 2015 by Aaliyah Jackson
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Taken By The Billionaire Russian Mob Boss
Aaliyah Jackson
“Rachel, come in Rachel,” a voice said from beneath radio crackle. Rachel grabbed her radio from her belt, and answered, “Rachel here.” “Rachel, have you started in on the floor? Mr. Hargitay is due to arrive in two hours,” the voice replied. Shit, Rachel thought to herself. She thought she had more time. Rachel Wilson was a young African-American woman who worked at the Red Hotel and Casino in Vegas, and she was responsible for maintenance of all gambling machines. The owner, Nikolav Hargitay, was coming for an inspection that day. Rachel thought that he wasn’t coming until the late evening, maybe ten o’clock. But it was four, and he was going to be here in two hours. Her prep time was drastically cut, and she hadn’t finished anything.
“What? When did that change? I thought he was supposed to be coming in ten?” she asked into the radio, not masking the irritation in her voice. She would have to haul ass if she wanted to even pray that she could finish everything before he got here. “I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter,” the voice replied dryly. “It’s your job to get this done, so get it done Rachel. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.” Rachel cursed in her head. The hotel manager, Mike, ran the hotel when Nikolav was gone, and he expected her to do everything. He didn’t accept any excuses, and didn’t tolerate anyone failing or slacking in their job. He was not easy to impress. He wouldn’t care if she didn’t have enough time to complete all of her tasks, he would fire her if she didn’t finish everything.
She didn’t bother radioing Mike back. He wouldn’t care, and it would only infuriate her more. She would have enough on her plate as it was. She walked to the elevators, and pushed the down button. She would need to take care of the ground floor, and reset all of those machines. Of course, the ground floor was the main floor, and it was the busiest floor in the entire hotel. There were countless machines, and she had no idea how she was going to finish them all. A small Asian woman walked up to her while she waited for the elevators. “Hey Rachel,” she said. She looked and sounded exhausted. Of course, she was in charge of the restaurants within the hotel, so her job was insane as well. “Hey Sue,” Rachel replied. “How’s it going? Hear about Nikolav coming in two hours?” Sue shook her head, rubbing her temples. “Yes, I did. Its torture is what it is. I don’t know how we are expected to cut our prep time almost in half. But I’ve got help, it’s just you out on the ground floor right?” Sue asked. “Yeah, it’s just me,” she replied. The elevator arrived, and Rachel motioned for Sue to enter. “Thanks,” she replied. “And you’re the first thing he sees. Don’t screw it up for the rest of us,” she laughed jokingly. Rachel laughed with her, but didn’t find it very funny.
Rachel desperately needed this job; she would be fatally screwed if she lost it. And screwing this up was the sure-fire way to get herself fired. She couldn’t have that. But this wasn’t the time to lash out at Sue. She was just as stressed out and on edge as Rachel was. Everybody in this damned hotel was on edge. Nikolav was notorious for firing anyone who didn’t obey his every order. Having his hotel out of shape on one of his few visits to Las Vegas would be an easy excuse for him to fire everyone and start over from scratch. Sue and Rachel patiently waited for the elevator to take them to their floors, too stressed out to do the usual small talk. The elevator dinged as they reached the first floor, and again Rachel motioned for Sue to leave first. “Well, good luck, Rachel. Hopefully we will survive and see each other tomorrow,” Sue chuckled as she walked towards the restaurants. “Thanks, you too,” Rachel weakly replied.
She started in on the main penny and quarter slot machines, because they were always the most popular and widely used. As Rachel continued with the laborious and monotonous work, she thought about how she got here. As a child, she never imagined that she would be working in a casino in Vegas. She had always imagined that she would be working as a lawyer, or a doctor, or even a businesswoman. She would be owning the hotel, rather than working in it. But that didn’t work out for her. She went to an excellent college, and stuck it out two years. But when her mother got sick, and her bills started to pile up, Rachel couldn’t justify staying in school. It was just too expensive. So, she dropped out. She worked at various jobs around their small town in Texas, barely able to make ends meet. Then, her mom’s illness got worse. Rachel didn’t know what to do, until her doctor recommended a specialist in Las Vegas. It was expensive, but it would save her life. So, Rachel packed the two of them up, and moved them to Las Vegas. They found a house easily, and Rachel wasted no time in getting her mother the treatments that she needed. Rachel got a job at the hotel and casino, and made just enough money to pay their bills. Because of her mother, losing this job was not an option.
Sometimes she regrets not finishing her degree. She could possibly be making twice as much as she was now if she had finished college. But she couldn’t dwell on the past. Her mother’s health and happiness was most important to her, and she wouldn’t replace it for anything. That is what drove her to this job, and what kept her going through this shitty project. She knew that if she kept her head down, and didn’t screw anything up, she would be fine. Her job would be secure, and her bills would get paid. This visit was the only obstacle in her path at the moment, and she planned on slaying it.
She thought about the man behind all of her current stress – Nikolav Hargitay. Not much was known about him personally, he mostly kept himself out of the tabloids, and didn’t involve himself too much with public life. Not to say that he didn’t enjoy his life, certainly he lived his life to the fullest. He just did so privately, away from prying eyes. Some said it was the secret to his success. Rachel didn’t have an opinion on how or why he was successful, she only cared that he was. He was one of the youngest casino owners in Vegas, and used all of his own money, without lenders or investors. In today’s world, that was unheard of. Most people wanted the quickest route to money, and that was through investors and loans, in order to get your project off the ground. Nobody really knew how Nikolav got his money initially. He had a shady past in Moscow, where he held ownership of several hotels and casinos. After conquering his own hometown of Moscow, he decided to test his luck in America. Vegas was the casino capital of the United States, and the most logical place to begin his American empire. Red Hotel and Casino was an instant success, and quickly became the new “it” spot of the strip. Celebrities were constantly staying at the hotel, dropping hundreds of thousands at the casino, bars, and restaurants. It truly was a massive business.
It was clear to everyone who worked for Red Hotel and Casino, that Nikolav was a complete perfectionist. Anything out of place, or that inconvenienced him or his guests, would be instantly pruned. He did not care about excuses or tears, he wanted everything perfect, or you were gone. Perhaps that was the secret to his success, Rachel thought to herself. He did not care about anything beyond his business. The stories that did make it into the tabloids were usually his various girlfriends. He was without a doubt a playboy, who had a new model girlfriend as often as he desired. He owned multiple luxury cars, and owned his own yacht and p
rivate jet. He had the finest of everything, wanting for nothing. He was the ultimate casino tycoon, and Rachel had to respect him for that. He might be a jerk to work for, but the man knew how to run a business. Just look at the state of everyone in this hotel, she thought to herself. He hasn’t been to the hotel for at least a year and a half, but just the knowledge that he was coming back was driving the employees to the brink of a panic attack. The fear he inspired in his employees could not be underestimated. He was not a man to be trifled with.
She finished her rounds of the penny and quarter slots, and made her way across the casino floor, resetting every machine she came across. It was boring work, and she found herself lost in the repetitive motions. She watched as other employees ran around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to solve every problem. Of course, guests were still in the hotel and casino at all times. It was Vegas in the summer after all, and even Nikolav could not close his own hotel during this time. It was the peak season for Vegas, and the money was ripe for the picking. All they had to do was wait for it. Unfortunately, most of the machines on the ground floor were outdated, and needed to be reset in order to work properly. If they were not rest, the guests who used them would win every single time they played. That, of course, was something that could not be allowed. The casino would lose too much money, and guests could walk away with hundreds of thousands of dollars. It was unthinkable. It rested on Rachel’s shoulders to reset each and every machine, in order to ensure that this did not happen.
It was a ridiculously easy task, but very tedious, and easily boring. Besides the fact that there were countless machines, each reset meant that she had to take a guest off of the machine. Most people did not like to be bothered while gambling, and it was not a very popular policy amongst casinos either. But unfortunately, it had to be done. Rachel was used to all kinds of rude and insulting comments being thrown her way when she told a guest to step away from a machine, most of them being drunk off of free drinks that kept them glued to a machine. But Rachel almost always had security to help keep those people in line. Today, because of the arrival of Nikolav, most of security was busy in other parts of the hotel and casino. So, Rachel was on her own. Luckily it was still fairly early, at least in terms of intoxicated guests, and it wasn’t too bad so far. Some people wanted to ensure that their lucky spots would not be snatched up from underneath them if they left the seat, but Rachel promised profusely that they would be able to keep their spot. It pained her each and every time she had to have this talk with a guest, because it took valuable time away from her, time that she had better have used finishing resetting the machines. Her two hours were quickly dwindling, but she was almost done.
She finished her last set of machines, and collapsed onto a chair on one of the empty roulette tables. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and looked at her watch. She had five minutes to spare. She could jump with joy. She had accomplished the impossible, and reset an entire floor of gambling machines within two hours. She walked to the bar and ordered herself a shot of whiskey, needing something to stabilize herself. She sat at the bar for perhaps forty-five minutes before her radio began to crackle out noise. The bar was too noisy to hear much, so she walked into one of the more secluded hallways and listened to the message. “Rachel, where the fuck are you? Answer the fucking radio!” a very angry Mike yelled into the radio. Rachel paled as she listened to him rant, frantically searching her mind for something she could have done wrong. “Mike, this is Rachel. What is going on?” she asked. “Are you fucking serious? You forgot to set the poker machines on the main floor. We just lost $700,000 in half an hour! Get your ass in my office, now!” Rachel almost fainted as she listened to Mike yell at her. She went through her memory, trying to remember if she had reset the poker machines. She had to have, right? She actually fell to the floor as she realized she hadn’t. She was definitely screwed.
She shakily walked to Mike’s office, weakly knocking on the door. “Come in!” he barked from within. Rachel opened the door and walked into the office. Mike stood behind his desk, combing his hands through his balding hair. His face was red with fury, and Rachel was terrified of facing his wrath. She was trying to think of an excuse that would pardon her mistake, but none came to mind. She would be fired, and she could do nothing about it. “What the hell were you thinking? How could you forget to reset the poker machines?” he yelled at her. She looked down at the floor, unable to come up with a reason. “Do you know how much money you’ve lost today? And today, of all days you pick today! When Nikolav is supposed to visit! I can’t even look at you,” he continued. Suddenly the phone on his desk rang, and he answered it. “Hello?” he asked. After several moments he replied with a “yes sir, right away sir,” and hung up the phone. He looked as if he had aged several years since this morning, and Rachel knew it was her fault. “Nikolav is almost at the hotel. He wants to talk to you personally. You are to go to his office upstairs right away. Go, now,” he said, sitting down and turning his chair away from her.
She walked out of the office without saying anything, and made her way to the elevators. Meeting with Nikolav himself would not change anything. He would simply fire her in person, instead of doing so through Mike. He would probably berate her, and punish her as much as possible before he let her go. She felt weak in the knees, and she couldn’t catch her breath. She had failed, failed herself, and her mother. She wanted to cry, but was too numb to do so. She stepped onto the elevator and pushed the button for the floor with Nikolav’s office. She raked her brain for any kind of reason for why she had forgotten to reset an entire section of machines, but nothing came to mind. The elevator reached its designated floor, and Rachel got off. The hallway to reach Nikolav’s office seemed much longer than normal, and Rachel felt as if she would never get there. Finally, she reached the door. A platinum nameplate on the door read “Nikolav Hargitay, Owner”. She gathered up all her remaining courage, and knocked on the door. “Come in,” a voice from within called.
She walked in and found a tall, pale man standing behind the desk. He had hair that couldn’t decide if it was blonde or brown, and stark pale blue eyes. Those eyes pierced her as she walked in, and followed her all the way across the room to his desk. He was incredibly gorgeous, and Rachel forgot for a moment why she was even there. She wanted to do things to this man that were too dirty to even say aloud. She shook herself out of her horny daydreams. This man was going to fire her, not fuck her. “Rachel Wilson?” he asked in his rough Russian accent. “Yes sir,” she managed to choke out. “Please, have a seat,” he replied, gesturing to the plush seats in front of the desk. She obeyed, and looked him in the eyes. “Well, I hear we have had a problem with the poker machines. You forgot to reset them, and have consequently cost me almost a million dollars. What should we do about that?” he asked, walking to the front of the desk and leaning against it. “Sir, I am so sorry, I don’t have any excuse,” she said, feeling tears beginning to swell in her eyes. “Well now, that doesn’t really answer my question does it,” he asked. She bent her head down in shame, unable to answer him. “I have a solution that can work for both of us, as it were,” he said as he lifted her head up to face him. “What is it? I will do anything to repair the damage, I swear!” she pleaded, hope returning to her face. “I promise you will keep your job, if you fuck me,” he said, looking directly into her eyes.
She was in disbelief. That certainly was not the answer she was expecting. “What?” she exclaimed. She had dreamed of fucking him, but she didn’t think it would actually happen. “It is simple. I will let you keep your job, no punishment, if you have sex with me. Nobody has to know,” he said with a smile, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. He crowded in front of her, forcing her back against the wall. He placed his hands next to her head on the wall, trapping her with his body. “What do you say?” he asked, smiling. She looked into his eyes, and felt a warmth building between her legs. He was sexy as hell, and she needed this job. Sleeping with him wouldn’t be su
ch a bad way to keep her job, she thought to herself. “Yes,” she said, before kissing him on the lips.
She was surprised at her own daring, but the feel of his lips on hers felt more than good, it felt right. He kissed her back, mingling his tongue with hers. He tasted like vodka and sex, and it turned her on. He grabbed her silky straight black hair as he continued to kiss her, tasting every inch of her. She grabbed at his shirt, ripping it off of his body. He pushed her body down, getting her on her knees while he unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants and boxers. “This is how you repay me,” he said, palming his cock in his hand. Rachel had never been with a white man before, and didn’t expect him to be this…large. He was bigger than any other man she had ever been with. She opened her mouth and took him inside of her, sucking the tip into her mouth. She reached down and unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her bra to his inspection. She bobbed her head up and down his length while she unzipped her skirt, pushing that down to her knees. She took more of him in her mouth, little by little, until he was down her throat. She had not been able to fit his entire length into her mouth, but she had no more room. She held a firm grasp on the base of his shaft, and began to quickly suck his cock into her mouth. She felt him hardening at her touch, quickly becoming aroused. He held his grasp on her hair, holding on tightly. She gagged as she continued to deep throat him, trying to force more of him into her mouth. He grunted as she stilled her motions, holding him in her mouth.
She looked up at him, and saw him looking down at her with a ravenous desire in his eyes. She stood up and fully removed her clothing, and pushed him onto the ground. She straddled him, placing her wet, aching pussy in front of his face, and kept his cock in front of her own face. He laughed, and it vibrated through her pussy, making her quake with pleasure. She took his cock back into her mouth, bobbing her mouth quickly up and down, reaching down and squeezing his balls. At this, Nikolav licked her pussy, tasting her juices. He sucked her clit into his mouth, and inserted a finger into her pussy. He thrust this in and out slowly, testing her reaction. She was no virgin, and the sensation sent ripples of electricity up her body. She sucked his cock harder into her mouth, creating a vacuum. He groaned aloud as she did this, and increased the rate of his finger while licking her feminine folds. It was her turn to moan, as he continued. “Oh, Nikolav,” she moaned out, gyrating her body against his finger.
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