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

A New Day, A New You part 12

... my own frosting on her lips. I wait for Carter but continue to watch the sinewy woman eat and drink her coffee as she finishes after a short time but leaves all the trash for the wait staff and exits the café. If I ever see her again I will have to sit with her and smile at the possibilities when my car alarm goes off and I rush outside to see the woman, the raven haired beauty, leaning against my car checking her makeup oblivious to the alarm. I adjust my suit coat and casually approach her disabling my alarm and move next to her. “Excuse me Miss you’re leaning on my car,” I inform her politely. “And this is problem,” she asks and I know the accent but can’t place it. “Not for me, it did scare any would be car thieves in the area,” I joke but she doesn’t seem to understand it,” My name is Castro Vargas.” “I know,” she replies reaching into her purse and producing a small hand gun,” Now get in car and drive.” “Wait a minute,” I start but she cuts me off. “You will enter your car, I will sit in back and you will drive. I tell you where to go, understand,” she informs me moving in close and I smell a strange odor,” If you do not I will shoot penis.” I feel the barrel of the pistol against my groin and slowly nod as she guides me into the car and casually enters behind me on the passenger side. I start up my Audi A8 and follow her directions as we’re in the car for over an hour. I keep checking her in the rear view and not once does she take her eyes off me or feel at ease with ...

... her weapon. We pull into a small airfield and into a hangar where I’m informed to shut off the car and made to exit the vehicle. There is a personal jet in here and the door is open as I’m escorted inside past a very tanned gentleman who nods to the woman. Once inside I see money, check that a lot of money. All Corinthian Leather seats, full bar with the best including what looks like a brandy from India, and a stewardess that must have been in playboy. I’m a little awestruck as I hear a man’s voice in the same accent and a different language speak. The stewardess leaves to the back and we’re joined by a 6’ tall blond man in a blue button up shirt made of silk and black slacks. “Mr. Vargas, sit,” the man instructs as I take a seat facing him,” Do you know who I am?” “I honestly can’t say I do,” I reply still marveling a little at the surroundings. “If you do not know me then explain why you keep my shipments from reaching their destinations,” he says and I freeze, Anita is under contract with him. “Well I don’t actually have any say in your shipments sir,” I state keeping my composure as a small wood tray is brought out with bread, meat, cheese and tomatoes. I watch as the man is handed a small thin bladed knife not to be used in any sort of food preparation yet he is cutting tomatoes and that’s when I smell the expensive cheese. “My name is Kazimir Vanko, you know this name,” he asks as I shake my head and he continues making food,” I am business man who does much business ...