“Yes, Steve?” came Gail’s voice on the other end.
“Could you come in now, and bring the package?” Steve spoke, bringing his face closer to the phone.
“Sure,” Gail said.
Steve pressed a button and disengaged the speaker. A moment later, the door on the back wall of the office opened. Gail came through it, dressed in a black Joe’s T-shirt that was cut open to the bottom of her breasts, and tied high over her flat stomach. She had on hip-hugger jeans that barely covered her pubic hair. She looked sexy as hell.
Michael’s dick automatically reacted to the vision of sex poured into the clothes standing in front of him.
Gail was followed by five women all dressed in equally sexy outfits, but none of them wore Joe’s shirts. They were all different; short, tall, thin, voluptuous, blonde, brunette, red-head, but what they all had in common was the how they wore their sexuality. It was a banner across each of them, and in bold letters read, “We can fuck you until you lose your mind.”
Gail walked up to the desk and placed a large manila envelope in front of Steve. Her eyes never left Michael’s face as she smiled seductively at him.
This wasn’t Michael’s first time with a man like Steve. He kept his face and his body controlled, waiting to see where this was going to lead. All of his street instincts naturally took over. This was a game he knew very well.
“Gail, if you don’t mind,” Steve said.
Steve was a very smart man. So far, not once had he mentioned the words drugs or dealing. And now he refused to touch whatever was in that pouch.
Gail picked up the envelope, opened it, and shook the contents free. There were a couple of thin joints, and various sizes of baggie’s filled with pot. There were two nickel $5 bags, two $10 dime bags, and a large Ziploc baggy full of weed, that was probably an ounce by the size of it.
Michael smoked marijuana occasionally, and he knew what to look for. But he wasn’t familiar with the suppliers up here, and what people were used to. Vinnie was the expert on that.
“Vin, come here and sit down, have a look at this,” Michael said, feigning amusement again.
Vinnie took a seat in the chair next to Michael. He didn’t touch the bags. He didn’t have to in order to see what was inside. The ounce was a mixture of shitty loose green leaf and some pretty buds, along with some stems and seeds. The smaller bags looked like versions of the larger one, and the joints were ok, not too small and not big. What he couldn’t tell by looking at the joints was if they were filled with crap, like seeds and stems.
“I would hope that you can find everything that you need right here” Steve said smoothly.
Steve wanted the crew to sell his drugs. He was a pro though. No words were spoken that could link him to the arrangement he offered them.
Michael needed Vinnie’s opinion to compare this with what his supplier gave him. Michael glanced at his friend sitting next to him.
Vinnie nodded his head, “Nice.”
Vinnie wasn’t stupid either. He knew not to say too much, that whatever conversations they would have needed to be done in private.
Some dealers were crazy son of a bitches, and there was something about Steve that left them all uneasy. His smile and tacky suits couldn’t hide it.
“Good, I’m glad you like it. Take one,” Steve offered, pulling a lighter from his desk drawer.
“That’s very nice of you,” Michael said, but no one reached to pick up a joint.
Gail reached over, putting her voluptuous tits in Michael’s face, and grabbed one. The bulge in Michael’s pants stirred at the lusciousness in front of him. Steve lit it for her as she inhaled deeply, then he sat back and watched.
Gail walked over to Michael’s chair and turned the joint in her mouth to put the burning end inside of it. She lowered her face, bringing her mouth an inch from his, and wrapped her lips around the joint, then blew. Michael sucked in the smoke from her shot-gun. Gail moved back just enough to pull the joint gently from her mouth, never taking her eyes from Michael’s, and passed it to Vinnie. The girls that had followed Gail in made their move now, each of them picking a guy and standing in front of him. A blonde knelt beside Vinnie’s chair and looked up at him, smiling seductively. He took a hit off the joint, then turned it in his mouth for her. After sucking the smoke he gave her, she clasped the end of it to slide it out, then passed it to the hand waiting for it. The woman began to slowly move her hands suggestively up the insides of Vinnie’s legs. The hard-on he was getting became more and more noticeable as his pants tented higher.
“Come on, baby, let me take care of you. Your friends are going to be busy for a while,” Gail purred into Michael’s ear as the high began seeping through him.
Michael hesitated. Gail’s meaning, everything that was happening in this room, was clear. He saw what was going on all around him, how all the men were being seduced. Gail was offering him anything he wanted, he had no doubt. He wanted to leave, every instinct told him to get out. But he knew if he left, he might jeopardize the situation that was being presented to them. His fists clenched as his internal struggle raged. Gail reached down and drew a fingernail over the hard-on in his pants. Michael hissed as his balls pulled tight, and his dick throbbed, while something clicked inside him and took over, pushing him over the edge. Blood seared through him, fueling his lust and blinding him, blotting out all rational thought and reasoning. The only thing he could hear was his dick screaming, ‘Feed me!’ He remembered the words Steve had said, ‘Don’t get caught doing anything stupid,’ the words echoing in his mind.
“Not here,” Michael murmured through his blinding lust.
“Ok, come with me,” Gail said, as she took Michael’s hand.
She led him through the door she and the girls had come through. It led into a stock-room piled high from floor to ceiling with boxes of files and old office equipment. Gail locked the door behind them after Michael stepped in.
She began to take her clothes off. The woman was made for sex, every inch of her, every curve, every part of her skin was designed for a man to get lost in. As the last piece of clothing hit the floor, she moved to Michael and got down on her knees.
“I have wanted to suck your cock from the minute I saw you,” she said huskily.
‘What the fuck am I doing?’ the words flashed in his mind, but were gone just as quickly as hunger burned inside him and the beast roared to life.
Her hands expertly had his pants open before the sentence was out of her mouth. She tucked her fingers inside the waistband of his briefs, and yanked. They lay on the floor puddled around his ankles with his pants.
“Step out of them, you’re not going to need them,” Gail ordered seductively.
Michael took a step back as she threw his clothing to the side.
“Take off your shirt,” came the next command from her.
No woman had ever taken control of him and seduced him the way she was doing. It was hot, and his dick showed how hot it was. It was thick, rock hard, and throbbing. Its head was oozing and slick with precum, and he couldn’t wait until she sucked him into her mouth. She’d instantly turned him into one huge aching cock.
On cue, her hot mouth lowered onto the swollen shaft. Michael’s balls pulled up inside him. Lust roared through him, exploding in his veins, pouring straight to his cock. He began to fuck her mouth, slowly and deeply at first, enjoying the feel of her sucking him, pulling him to the back of her throat, trying to swallow him whole. Her throat opened up and she pushed the entire length of him in, and swallowed.
Stars exploded behind his eyes as his cum burst from him.
“Fuck!!” he ground out, pounding her face as he shot his load into her.
Gail kept sucking, pulling every drop from him. When she’d taken all he would give, she worked to get him hard again.
When she felt him stiff and throbbing once again, she lifted her face.
“Now you’re going to fuck me.”
He growled. He was so horny
, all he thought about was shoving his cock so far up her pussy, she wouldn’t be able to talk.
He yanked her up, turned her around, and bent her over. He slammed into her, grabbed her hips, and pounded her fast and hard. She pounded back on him, meeting him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping, the sound mixing with their heavy breaths.
He pulled out, turned her to face him, and lifted one of her legs. Michael was on fire. He had been reduced to an animal whose only need was to fuck. Hard. His mouth came down on her tit, sucking it furiously as he began to impale her.
“Yes, fuck me harder!” Gail moaned.
He let go of any trace of control. His fingers dug deeply into her flesh. She was just a pussy, and he was just a cock. He didn’t kiss her. This wasn’t intimacy. This was raw savage need. And his only purpose right now was to fuck her and cum.
When he did, a tiny piece of his conscience left him as well.
6 CHAPTER SIX
Things had changed. It wasn’t visible on the outside, but they all felt it. That night, the guys rode their high. It wasn’t from the pot, it was from the feeling of being untouchable, of being on top, of being so totally fucking cool, nobody could come close. No drug could give them the euphoria they were mainlining on. They felt like they had the world by the balls and they were going to ride it for everything it had.
Everybody wanted them. They were being given sex, drugs and booze, all of it thrown at them as they said, ‘Here, please take it. Whatever you want, it’s yours.’ People wanted them, they were a sought after commodity, whatever they had, everybody wanted some. And were willing to give them anything to get it.
For Michael, in that heated moment of lust, he felt wanted, for him. For that small amount of time, he was a man, powerful, unbeatable, and unstoppable. Sex had given him a greater high than anything he had ever experienced. Not work, family, the gym, being in the ring, out on the streets, nothing. He was everything he never thought he was his entire life. Everything he’d craved. And he felt like such a piece of shit.
The beast was festering inside him, slowly moving though him, becoming a part of him, the hunger searching for that drug to empower him again. Although he may not have realized it. A part of him that had been waiting for its awakening was alive and growing, and it was just beginning.
That doesn’t go away.
***
Present day…
Michael was driving, it was the middle of the day and he still had several accounts he needed to see. The snow had started to fall about an hour ago and still looked pretty as it gathered on the parked cars. He picked up his phone and found Natalie’s number.
“Hey, what a surprise. How are you?” came her soft voice across the states.
“I’m good. It’s snowing here, and I was thinking about that time we played in it, do you remember?” he asked her with a soft smile of nostalgia.
“Of course I remember it,” she laughed. “I beat you at the snowball fight.”
Natalie sat back in her chair and let the soft memories come back to her.
“That’s not how I remember it…,” Michael replied as a smile lifted his lips remembering the two of them...
***
1985…
Natalie picked up the dishes outside and dumped the snow from them. And she wondered again how these animals managed to keep from freezing to death living outside. She’d finally earned enough trust from the stray cats, they were letting her pet them when she brought them food.
“Hey you guys, you doing ok out here in the cold?” she talked to them in a baby voice as she stroked their fur.
Natalie heard the side door bang. The three cats jumped and ran away.
Michael had just returned from spending a couple of days with his son in Brooklyn. It was something he needed, and he missed him so much. He couldn’t believe how much his son had grown since the last time he saw him a couple of weeks ago.
“I thought you’d be out here,” Michael said as he came around the corner. He was zipping up his jacket as he walked towards Natalie, his feet leaving impressions in the fresh snow.
“You scared the cats away, you big bad wolf,” she teased him.
“They’ll be back, I promise,” he laughed. “Do you want to take a walk, it looks so peaceful out now?”
It was dusk and the snow on the ground was glimmering from the low hanging sun. It made everything look magical.
“Sure.”
He came up beside her and they started to walk around to the back of the house. There were a few acres of cleared property back there, and it was surrounded by woods on one side and along the back, with an empty horse stable on the other side. Michael and Natalie felt completely alone.
“It’s so beautiful when it’s like this,” she muttered dreamily as she looked out into the trees that were encased in ice.
“You’re really lucky to have grown up here,” Michael thought as an image of himself at eight years old flashed in his mind, freezing on the waterfront while he shined shoes.
Guilt had been eating at him since that night at Joe’s. The events kept playing over and over in his head, the different things that happened and all the offers. The one that played loudest, the one that he listened to, was the drugs. The possibilities had been running through his mind on repeat. He was two men, the one in the clubs, and the one with Natalie. Michael was trying to hold onto this man tightly, the one that was with Natalie, but could feel him slipping away.
“Hey,” she nudged him, “if you don’t stop being so serious, I’m going to hit you with a snowball and snap you out of it.”
“Oh, really?” he said, with a naughty gleam in his eye. “Do you really think you can?”
Michael bent down to scoop up a handful of snow.
That’s when Natalie knocked him over and took off running.
Smack!
A perfectly aimed snow bomb hit her in the middle of the back.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!” Natalie shrieked as she ran behind the closest tree.
Their laughter echoed through the stillness.
She filled both hands full of snow and started flinging them in his direction. She knew she had terrible aim and wasn’t getting them anywhere near Michael, but she wasn’t giving up.
Snowball after snowball hit her tree, and she screamed with delight at every single one. She was gripping onto what she’d hoped would be a direct missile as she peeked around her protection.
“Aaaaaaaah!!” he was standing right there.
She smashed the snowball in his face, it was an automatic reaction.
He grabbed her, laughing loudly, and pulled her to the ground. They rolled around wrestling, until they were both out of breath.
He was on top of her as she stared into his face. The depth of emotion in his eyes, his intensity, the pure animal heat that radiated from him, made her tremble. He kissed her then, slowly and tenderly. That kiss was what took breath away completely.
They stayed outside making snow angels until the sun was long gone, staring up at the brilliant night sky. The stars were incredible, they were so bright, crisp, and clear, like they were dancing only for them.
That night, Michael felt that peace again that was slowly disappearing.
***
“What did you think about Steve’s weed, Vin?” Michael asked Vinnie the next day.
They were sitting in the living room of the apartment upstairs and they could hear Paul’s and Sylvia’s raised voices coming from the bedroom. No one spoke about what had happened at the club that night. It was hard because they were still riding that wave of euphoria when they walked in at 4:30 that morning. It never completely went away.
Sylvia had been pissed. She hadn’t cared that Paul had gone out. What had set her off was Paul crawling into bed and talking nonsense, drunk, wanting her to fuck him with another woman’s smell all over him. She refused to be used as a whore. She’d been through it before with her ex.
Sylvia’s ex-boyfriend looked like a Greek god. H
e was tall, with a naturally sculpted physique, who oozed finesse and charm from every one of his pores. He was a natural leader, commanding respect as easily as he breathed. And he fucked everything with a twat.
They’d met when Sylvia was fifteen years old while she was on vacation in Puerto Rico with a friend of hers, and she’d immediately fell in love with him. He moved here on her sixteenth birthday as a present. That’s when the beatings and the cocaine had started. He would leave her home, or locked in the bedroom after filling her nose with so much blow, she thought she was hallucinating, when he conducted business. More often than not, the business would be between some slut’s legs. After he stabbed her during a fight, and Sylvia’s mother almost putting a hit on him with the mob, he went back to Puerto Rico, as a result of a very strong suggestion.
She was not going to put herself through that again.
Meanwhile, Vinnie was thinking about Michael’s question.
“It was ok. It had a lot of shit in it, leafy with a lot of stems and seeds, but the buds were nice, and it smelled good,” He answered him after giving it some consideration.
“And what about the stuff you get now?” Michael asked.
Michael and Paul had to keep low profiles. That meant Michael couldn’t look for a job. They had to live like they didn’t exist on paper. No trails. It was bad enough he’d gotten arrested in Albany. That was the worst kind of societal imprint either of them could have had. Yeah, they had Paul’s money, but Michael didn’t have any of his own. No man could live without making his own way. He felt like he was relying on Paul, indebted to him, and that ultimately makes one give up control. Which he could never do. That was why Michael couldn’t stop the seed from growing that had been planted with Steve’s offer.
Michael needed to know what the people were used to, if it was the same, better, or worse. The offer from Steve had opened up an avenue for them that hadn’t been quite clear before. The possibility was always there, it just wasn’t as neatly and efficiently presented as Steve had done. The men hadn’t realized how they were received and accepted in public. What happened at Joe’s in Steve’s office that night shed a new light on everything.
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