Making the Drop - Sex Stories

Making the Drop

Outside, the rain hit the side of the house hard, the pelting sound soft and soothing inside the house. Gusts of wind occasionaly whistled through that window in the back that never quite shut all of the way. I sat at the table. There was a couple of keys of coke, one of H, some guns and fifty grand in cash. The boys had just gotten back from the deal. Their trips always made me nervous, not so much from the cops but if the deal went sideways. I knew that Joey could handle himself. He could handle damn near anything. He sure as hell handled me! I had never met a man who was so direct and rough in bed, yet had such impossible stamina. This wasn't a night for drawn out wild fucking, though. We had another delivery to make, and this one was my responsibility. During the day, you'd never guess my job. It's professional, cool and quiet. I wear business suits and pantyhose, and my attire is expensive and fashionable. My bob haircut frames my face nicely, which I top off with my black, square-rimmed glasses. Joey tells me I look like a sexy librarian in my work outfits. He's the only one who gets to lick at the top of the stocking tops until I tremble with desire and my wetness flows freely. Sometimes the people at work ask me why I look so tired so often. I always shrug and explain that I had not slept well. "You ready?" Joey asked me. His two compatriots were silent. Joey was the boss, his word was law. But Joey had bosses, too, and their word was as much law to him as his was to ...

... his workers. I was the moll, the hired driver to deliver the cash to Uncle Tony. Everyone called him Uncle Tony, and it was always Uncle. Always. Uncle Tony reported to one man and one man only. His name we don't mention much. I don't care for Uncle Tony. He's a big man, fat through the middle, fleshy in the face with tight, beady eyes that sparkle with intensity. He's prone to violence and he's a natural at it - so I am told. He would be up, waiting for my arrival. I stood, and shed my clothing down to my underwear and bra. Joey took a moment, like he always does, to admire my body. I'm neither thin nor fat, just kind of in the middle, but my tits are large and fleshy and no man can resist them. Joey and his two boys were no different. I paid them no mind. I strapped the wads of cash to my thighs. He split half the take with the bosses. Ordinarily, we would not have to deliver our half on such a small deal on the night of. But Tony had passed the word that this cash was required, and I had to make the drop. It was good that the boys were some distance from me. I could feel my body's ripe heat between my legs, and how wet and tight my pussy felt. Yeah, running the money turns me on. It always has and probably always will. After the money is secured, and locked, I put the key on my necklace. Only Tony will be able to take that key from my neck. Only Tony will will accept delivery. After that, I slipped on a long dress, flowing around my feet, with a deep v-neck cut. I played ...