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

A New Day, A New You part 12

... my own needs while waiting for you to join me. Where is my shipment?” I want to speak but can’t, my hand aches a little just at the sight of the man as he finishes making a sandwich and puts it on one of my plates and pushes it down the counter towards me as he begins to make a second sandwich. I find I have no appetite but remember what happened last time I didn’t understand manners with Mr. Vanko. “Mr. Vargas I ask you question,” my Russian nightmare says not looking at me. “I can’t contact my person to have it release from its spot in the port. If you give me a little more time…,” I get that much out as the knife is stuck into the cutting board with authority. “Did I say you have more time or did I say by week’s end,” Kazimir asks me turning towards me,” Because I have very good memory but if you wish to relive our conversation to help yours then place hand on counter.” “I remember our conversation Mr. Vanko I simply need a little bit of time to make contact with another customs agent and get it put through,” I explain as he continues making his meal. “Except you had days to do this yet you have done nothing,” Vanko states finishing his sandwich,” What did you do with your time?” “I attempted to find your merchandise and acquire it by hand myself to turn it in to you,” I’m lying but he knows more if he knows I wasn’t doing what he instructed. “You send men with guns to a location with my shipment to take my goods for me,” he asks and I nod,” No you take them for ...

... yourself, I tire of your greed Mr. Vargas.” “It’s the truth sir,” I explain as he moves down the counter and past me. I watch as he moves to a small bag by my couch and produces a plastic bag with three cell phones and three wallets. I watch him take the ID’s from the wallets then one by one he throws them to/at me. “These men, men I find you are connected with, try to rob me. Now here I am and after my friend, the woman who brought you to me finds your number in their devices. You sent them to steal from me, you do not listen when I tell you to remove hold on my goods you decline in favor of greed,” he says and I begin to panic. “Mr. Vanko I was only doing this to help you. I knew I couldn’t get your shipment freed so I tried alternative measures,” I explain and he smiles. “So you say but your words are hollow, there is no substance. Now I lose money daily waiting for you to do what you have been instructed to do. How do you plan to compensate for this failure,” He asks moving back to his food and beginning to eat. I silently eat with him and think when it hits me. Money, he wants money so I can offer him money and he’ll give me time and hopefully not maim me. “I have time, I can get to the bank and transfer money to an account anywhere to compensate for your loss of funds and I’ll take the time while I’m out to contact someone about your shipment,” I tell Mr. Vanko who actually smiles. “This is good, contact Ms. Carter and tell her to stop all holds,” he instructs me and I pause. ...