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

A New Day, A New You part 12

... in this United States. I have several shipments that my business requires be delivered in a timely fashion. Now explain to me, the man that you do not know, why you interfere in my business?” “I haven’t interfered, as you say, in your business sir,” I reply as he continues to prepare food. He says something to the woman who produces a phone and punches a button and listens in before speaking their language to someone on the other end and finally removes it from her ear and engages the speaker phone. “I did it for Castro Vargas,” the female voice screams and I cringe,” he paid me now please…” The woman ends the call and sets down the device as a tray is placed in front of me and a sandwich is placed in front of me as he begins to make another. “That was your Ms. Carter, yes,” he asks me without looking,” I know because when I check who put order through to hold shipment it is her name on papers. Now I have her and it take one day for me to learn your name. Now we know each other’s names so you will tell me again why you keep my shipments?” “Mr. Vanko I didn’t do this to offend you in any way, the business you work through used to be mine. It now belongs to my ex wife and the situation is between myself and her,” I explain as I pick up the sandwich and he now looks at me stopping his own sandwich making,” I personally assure you that in a few days when the contract with her is disrupted that your good will be made available to you. I’m simply asking for a little leniency, from ...

... one professional to another.” I see him smile at me, he’s smiling as I take a bite and set down the sandwich. The cheese is from Europe, that much I can tell but the rest is better than you can buy in a store. His lunches cost more than most dinners. I set my hands down on wood tray and out of the blue there is a blinding pain in my left hand. I look down and the blade of the knife is stuck through the back of my hand pinning it to the table. He is not smiling as I scream. “Mr. Vargas you will quiet your tongue or my woman will cut it out,” he threatens me and I stifle my voice. “You stabbed me,” I can only remark. “Yes, you were rude to eat before me,” he states as he removes his hand from the knife leaving it in the table and me. I watch as he is handed a second similar knife and he finishes his sandwich with a calm that is scaring me as much as the knife in my hand. He begins to eat and looks to me like I should do the same. “My hand is stuck,” I again state the obvious. “Then remove the knife or use the other but you will enjoy my hospitality before we conclude our business,” he dictates before taking another bite. I get the sandwich in hand and struggle for the next few minutes to eat it as he casually watches me. Blood is pooling at my feet but he simply sits and watches having finished his own meal as I finish mine and I’m handed a glass of something brown and alcoholic which I down before screaming as he casually reaches across to me and removes the knife. I’m turned ...