Making the Drop - Sex Stories

Making the Drop

... Uncle Tony. The light in the room came from a small lamp on his big, wooden desk, and the computer monitor's harsh blue glare. Uncle Tony stood, all six-five three hundred and seventy-five pounds of man. His stomach was big and swollen but he was so manly, so powerful, that I felt tiny standing there. My legs trembled. He trundled over and stood in front of me, and delicately reached down to lift the key from my chest. "This been moved?" he asked me. "No, Uncle Tony." He relaxed a trifle. He knew me, knew my proclivities, my secrets. "You wet?" "As a river," I confirmed. Shit, he'd be seeing for himself in a moment, I knew. No sense lying. "Got the goods?" "Twenty five," I said, and bent at the waist, gathering the loose material and lifting. Uncle Tony was not unlike most men who got to see such a show. His tongue flicked over his huge lips as he gazed hungrily at the sight of me lifting the dress up to my hips, gatheirng and bunching it, and holding it in place. "Not sure which is sexier," he said gruffly. "Your cunt or your money." "Take the money." I grinned a little. "Or my cunt." I knew the score. He laughed. "Got some moxie don't you girlie?" He took the key and unlocked the pads, and pulled the money from my thighs. He didn't trust us a whit, and put it through the counter. Only after it read 25,000 did he turn back to look at me. "Only twenty five?" he asked. I shrugged. "It was a small deal, only a couple of keys. Small timers," I acknowledged. "Any left?" "Two ...

... keys of coke, one of H. Another sale in three days, maybe four. Depends," I added. He sighed, relaxing a little. "See any cops?" "One but he was eating and probably jerking off in the car." Uncle Tony chuffed again. "Yeah. Fuck. Turn around." I did, and waited. I was so fucking wet, and sure enough Tony's slabs he calls hands ran along my thighs. He pushed me forward, until I held onto the desk. He ran his hands between my legs and I know they came away soaked. When that big finger found my clit, he rubbed it long enough to make me moan lustily. With that, he took his hand away. "Yep, you're you all right," he said. He waited until I stood and resume facing him before he sniffed his fingers. "You keep Joey happy, you hear?" he warned. I smiled as sexy as I could for Uncle Tony. "Don't you worry about that. Another two-hour-of-sleep night for me," I confirmed. He shook his head. "Tell Joey to stop by the shop Tuesday afternoon, threeish." "Tuesday, threeish, got it," I repeated back. "Fuck outta here then," he dismissed me in the usual fashion. I left, escorted by the goon again, and got back in the car. Twenty -one minutes later I was back at the dumpy work spot. Joey's boys had left. I went inside. "You make the drop?" "He fingered me," I confirmed it for Tony. I slipped from the dress, allowing it to fall from my body in a mess on the floor. Joey nodded. "Satisfied, then?" "Yeah. He said stop by the shop, Tuesday, threeish." Joey nodded once. I knew that he would not repeat it ...