A New Day, A New You part 11
Date: 9/16/2017,
Categories:
Fiction
Asian,
Consensual Sex
Interracial,
Romance
Violence
Author: P.O.I., Source: sexstories.com
... still smells like sex and beer. Stuart has is Black suit and black tie with sunglasses, just like the rest of us save for the new guy. I look him up and down. 5’11” about 165 on the lean side, he can move but it’s more grace and less impact which says dancer. My problem is I specifically said suit up and here he is in a blue dress shirt and grey slacks. “I need a volunteer,” I state staring at the black male. “I got it boss,” Isaac says and steps up to this ‘Jamal’,” alright kid come with me we need to get you a suit, boss says you need a real one.” “I look fine,” Jamal tries to argue, he’s new. “J go with him, I is a good guy and will explain. I trust him,” Stuart says being quick about switching over to initials for the job. I watch Isaac lead the new guy away, will have to speak to him soon but I have bigger things tackle. We load up in two of the remaining three vehicles, Isaac took one car while Desmond and Wilma drive me in the other car and Ben has Stuart in the van. The drive doesn’t take long and I find us at a ranch style villa minus the ranch. The yard is tasteful and simple, the house clean and simple and as soon as we exit the cars in the driveway I’m greeted by security, one security guard. “Excuse me you’re going to need to turn those vehicles around and leave, Mrs. Vargas isn’t taking visitors today,” the man says and I smile. “D please show him our invitation,” I ask as Desmond steps forward and reaches into his jacket. I see a white cloth in my giant’s ...
... hand then watch as he covers the mouth of the guard, I know they are in a struggle but I simply step past and make my way to the front door before entering. It’s bold and brazen but this is my show and Stuart is taking notes. The rest of my people clear a path for Desmond who drags security in and sits him down on a small couch in the front room. The décor is actually simple but beautiful, a few pieces here and there to show class and taste. I actually think I may have this woman get me some art for my house. It doesn’t take long with us looking at the furnishings when a striking woman and her attractive younger assistant enter the room and notice us before screaming. “Sophia run,” the older woman tells the younger and begins move to the stairs. “Mrs. Vargas it’s me Stuart,” my protégé says cutting them off and removing his glasses. “Stuart?! What are you doing here? How did you find out where I live,” the older woman, Mrs. Vargas, asks excited and confused. “I offered to help and you said you didn’t think I could help, well you were part right, and I can’t. But we can,” Stuart says gesturing to my team. “He killed my bodyguard,” Mrs. Vargas exclaims noting the slumped body on her couch. “Actually Ma’am he’s just unconscious and he’s a poor bodyguard to begin with,” Desmond says explaining, Desmond is using words with a client, shock. “Mrs. Vargas, you have business problems yes,” I ask and get an unsure look,” Stuart is a good man and not one to let decent people suffer ...