I sat at the head of the long rectangular table which stretched across the lengths of the center of the dimly lit conference room. A single light hung overhead dutifully illuminating and shining its light upon the surface of the conference table.
My fingers drummed along the surface of the wooden desk.
“I’ve asked you all here because I plan to make my intentions known and ask for your blessings.” I began. My face was stern and my voice full of seriousness and purpose.
Several figures leaned forth, emerging from the shadows intently listening to every word of what I had to say.
This ‘Board Meeting’ was a meeting of the heads of our respective organizations. The organizations which dominated the criminal underworld. We called ourselves, the Chairmen of the Board of the Corporation.
To my immediate left was Curtis Draco, head of Draco Enterprises also known as the Draco Family. Draco and I had long history. During one of my first bids in incarceration decades ago, Draco and his crew looked out for me, helping me to grow new networks and expand my business. I knew I could count on him to stand loyally with any decisions that I made because he knew that I had thoroughly thought out any move before deciding to take decisive action.
Curtis was a stocky black man. He wore his hair cropped in a low faded hairstyle. His dark eyes peered in my direction, flanked by a broad nose and a full set of lips adorned by a well-manicured goatee. He was handsomely clad in a dapper charcoal colored suit and a black tie.
“What’s up Geist Man?” He inquired.
“Since we’ve started this business venture, we have all come to agreement that nothing major would happen without the consent of all of the members of the Board.”
I paused momentarily.
” Therefore. I come before you all, my esteemed colleagues and counterparts to request your permission to take bold and necessary action which will improve business and capital gains for us all.”
I fixed my suit jacket.
Jack Morton, aka ‘Mad Jack Morton’ added his input.
They called him Mad Jack because of his hair trigger temper. Rumor had it that once, Jack Morton requested that a man put out his cigarette and cease blowing cigarette smoke in the direction of his date. When the man failed to comply with Morton’s request, he grew enraged and proceeded to make the man eat his cigarette before beating him brutally with a zippo lighter.
Jack had stringly strawberry blondish colored hair and blue eyes. His dark eyes seemed almost lifeless as an irrational smirk scrawled across his face.
“This should be interesting. I’m listening Tony.”
“As we speak, we are preparing to take out one of the biggest obstacles that have plagued us all for years.”
“We’re going to kill Charlie Duran.”
Draco slammed his fist on the table in approval.
“Duran, that asshole? I say yes to supporting Geist. Tony, you’ve got my full support.”
Morton also consented as did Manny Hernandez. Manny Hernandez was an old school Latin gangster that handled most of the offshore rackets. He was shorter than most but made up for it in the heights of his boldness. That was four out of five. The final remaining vote fell upon Ms. Jade Siefer, yes you heard me right, Miss. Jade was the only female head of a faction and member of the Board.
You see racism, classism and sexism is bad for business. We all came together to pool our resources and create a lucrative network where we all coexisted and seized our respective piece of the pie. But nonetheless, we all dealt with the same perpetual thorn in the side.
Charlie Duran, and his Justice cronies.
“You’ve thought this through thoroughly I presume?” She inquired as her gaze fixated upon me.
As her name suggested, Jade had green eyes. Her relatively pale complexion only accentuated her piercing green eyes.
“Killing a senior member of the Justice Department won’t be without its consequences.” She added.
“I’ve planned for it already Lady Siefer. I’m coming before you all as one boss to another asking for your approval and support. We will do all the work. We will bear the brunt of the reprisals. We are prepared for the response, and you will all reap the benefits that follow.”
“You mean we will reap what you sow!” She said sharply.
“But.”
“I must admit, Mr. Geist you’ve yet to steer us wrong and you have steered us in the right direction for years. For that, I will give you, my blessing.”
Just like that, it was on.
Marco’s gloved fingers adjusted the tie around his neck as he reached down and picked up the .30 caliber carbine. He slapped a magazine into the rifle with his free hand and chambered the first round.
He glanced over to the lovely Sora who fixed her hair, her hand reaching for a selection of makeup and lipstick while preparing for her evening’s performance.
He gazed upon her in silent awe before approaching her. She was a bombshell straight out of a vintage pinup magazine.
Her enchanting figure was framed in a matching pearl white lace bra and panty set with a lace garter that amplified her curvy figure.
“Knock em Dead.” He said in a low tone.
Her attention shifted as her eyes met his and their lips came together.
“Be careful.” She responded.
Marco swiftly exited the room and climbed into a waiting car. The car which was marked in Justice Department colors screeched to life and began heading off in the direction of the Attorney General’s Office.
The night of reckoning was filled with activity as an advertising blimp soared overhead and delighted party goes flooded the streets ready for an evening of fun and entertainment. Upon the marquee of a ritzy nightclub in bold letters, was emblazoned: TONIGHT ONLY SORA!
Charlie Duran was already inside mingling with patrons and waiting for the evening’s entertainment to begin. Elena emerged from the restroom and approached her husband.
The dark car approached, turning down the main street and headed towards the District Attorney’s Office. Several men emerged from the building’s main doors.
The passenger window of the car lowered, and the barrel of Duran’s carbine rifle crept outward.
The silence of the night was shattered by the report of the .30 caliber carbine.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
With each squeeze of the trigger, the semiautomatic rifle recoiled tossing spent shell casings from the weapon and chambering the next round.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Click.
The magazine was emptied of ammunition.
The hail of bullets cut down the group of men in their midst and pockmarked the glass exterior of the building with bullet holes. Gaping spider webs of shattered glass etched into the doors.
When the shooting ceased, four men lay sprawled about outside the building. Blood splatter and glass shards lined the ground as the car screeched off into the night.
Marco tossed the empty rifle into the backseat as he reached for his phone.
“Yeah. It’s Marco. It’s Done.”
Police cars rushed to the scene of the attack. In the opposite direction Marco headed for the nightclub. The diversion had been a success. With the police force on their way to investigate the targeted shooting of several criminal justice employees outside of the Attorney General’s Office; it would leave Charlie Duran unprotected and vulnerable.
Plus, the shootings had been carried out using Charlie Duran’s personal carbine and with government issued ammunition on a government building.
Everything was going according to plan and the noose was beginning to tighten around Charlie Duran.
Charlie sat at the linen covered table with his wife at his side.
Even with his lovely wife at his side, he still was scanning the room for enticing women that would stimulate his libido and cause his penis to become enlarged and swollen.
His recollection of fucking his intern’s mouth the night before got him deeply aroused.
The pervertedly grotesque sight of her slim slits of lips stretched around the expansive girth of his penis. Her sad innocent doe like eyes watery and strained peered up at him helplessly as he crammed her mouth with as much of his cock as he possibly could. He forced himself past the tight restriction of the back of her warm throat, his ballsack coming to rest against her chin. The sounds of her whimpers, gagging and choking enthralled and emboldened him.
He had bound her hands behind her back with his sadomasochistic tendencies and had his way with her oral cavity.
“Oh yeah. Now that’s an acceptable apology.” He grunted admiring his depraved handiwork as his hands clenched fistfuls of blonde hair and forcibly rammed her head against his commanding pelvic thrusts. He went so far as to straddle the beautiful, seated woman and pump away at her strained neck.
“Drink. Drink. Drink.” He croaked as his dick muscles tensed preparing to send forth another spurt of his rich semen.
“What a fucking deep throat.”
His face contorted into an ecstatic grimace as he craned his neck skywards and forcefully sent a volley of his seed down the muscular corridor of her esophagus.
He rested his labored penis against her reddened face.
“Next time, you’ll come check to make sure that I’m not unacceptably backed up.” He commanded as he patted his member against her face.
“Now give it a goodbye kiss.”
He snapped out of his daydream as the audience came to life applauding the arrival of the band and of course it’s star vocalist none other than Sora herself.
The musicians began slowly performing sultry synths to which Sora serenaded.
Her powerful vocals carrying across the room seemingly seductive and aimed at Duran; or so he believed.
Elena subtly reached into her purse and slipped an envelope onto the table. She slid it into a position where she was sure that Charlie would encounter it and open it to view it’s contents.
Charlie’s gaze was fixated on the bombshell figure of Sora and he was already formulating plans to have her to himself. Out of his peripheral he noticed an envelope laying near his elbow.
His thumb flipped at the envelope tab, and he slipped out the card within.
It simply read, Sora wishes to meet you after the show.
Of course, she wanted to meet him, he thought. In his eyes he was a hero in this country who brought law and order to the lawless and destroyed the degeneracy of those that would challenge the rule of law and justice.
He joined in in applause as Sora finished her set.
Marco watched from the shadows and gestured to Sora to put the plan into action.
There was definitely no turning back now.
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