A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... him and I don’t need to wait for them to show up. I park my Audi in front of the house and step inside after a quick knock on the door. Leo is the ‘little’ one being a near six foot white man but Brent and Jake are two black former college athletes, probably basketball or something inner city. “Gentlemen you called this meeting,” I state stepping inside as I see Jake limping. “We got into her place a couple weeks ago but she messed up my knee,” Jake informs me of their previously poor performance,” and now we’re still waiting to get paid. What’s going on Cas?” “Well let me explain this objectively. I hired you to break into my ex wife’s home, knock her around a bit then make her squeal like a pig as you fucked her silly,” I state the objectives they were given calmly,” now you broke in but instead of knocking her around or fucking her you let her get away and upstairs where she barricaded three of you from her room and contacted the police on her phone. Am I missing anything?” “Only two of us were trying to get in her door, Jake was downstairs holding his knee,” Brent adds proving that college athletes don’t get brain scholarships. “So two of you were kept out of the room by a forty year old woman who was armed with a lamp and a phone, so let me explain this from a business mindset. I gave you three tasks and aided you in the first one of getting into her home, you succeeded there but then failed at the other two tasks,” my words don’t leave them with hope,” so you don’t get ...

... payment because the job wasn’t completed.” “But Mr. Vargas Jake got hurt and we took this job because you said it’d be easy,” Leo explains and I turn on him. “Yes it should have been but you three screwed it up and I don’t pay for screw ups,” I snap before calming,” I will look into another piece of work for you but in the meantime I will not pay for the three of you to fool around at my expense.” “But Mr. Castro,” Leo starts again and I have to stop him. “When you fail to complete the job you don’t get paid? Understand,” I ask as the three nod weakly, simple minds. I leave the house and head back towards my condo for a shower and a change; dealing with the hired help on their terms is a dirty experience both physically and mentally. I continue my personal mission to keep Anita on the ropes by taking a quick trip to her office to talk to her. I saw the man she hired, some trumped up ROTC boy thinking he’s SEAL team Six. I get past the doors and almost past Sophia, her very fuckable assistant, when this thing steps in my way. This fucker must be 6’5” and built like a fucking wall, where did she find him? “Mr. Vargas your ex wife, Mrs. Vargas, is in a meeting right now and cannot be disturbed,” Sophia informs me and I brush her off. “Fuck that I’m here to make her an offer,” I tell her before turning my attention to the wall of muscle,” Hey monkey, get out of my way.” “No,” the giant says looking down on me. “Listen to me you muscle bound moron, maybe you don’t know but when I ...