The Black Card - Sex Stories

The Black Card

... his fellow money-laundering gamers along with some marks that were known to buy and sell game items. Items would be bought and sold until a credit card was pulled. Jacob’s first account balance was $1000, but he had $4000 in items for sale he bought from the credit card gamers who made thousands of fraudulent credit card transactions a day. They would spread out the purchases over a number of weeks until the card was no longer valid. Before long a message popped up. “Hey, I saw you have the coveted yellow hat. I’ve only ever heard of them. I understand it automatically unlocks all the doors and puzzles. Tell you what, I’ll pay you $200 for it,” the enthusiastic gamer said. Jacob agreed. They arranged to do a bit coin transaction for the exchange. It was his first transaction of many. There was also an online store where headsets and other gamer items were available for sale. In some cases they would purchase an entire lot of an item with the fraudulent credit card numbers, then drop ship the items at a reduced price using bit coin. The bit coins were sold and the money was now free and clean. It was a brilliant operation with one minor flaw: the power of love. Jacob continued to learn more and more about the business until he had a good of sense how every part of it worked. Then something happened that changed everything. “Empress,” Jacob said knocking on the door to her private room. The sight that greeted his eyes was the last one he would ever have suspected. There was ...

... his beloved Amelia sitting across the table from Destiny. She was doing Destiny’s nails. The two beautiful women were talking animatedly like they were the best of friends. When Jacob saw Amelia his eyes popped. “Amelia!” he cried out. “I’m afraid you must be mistaken. My name is Stephanie,” she answered boldly, almost defiantly. “Please forgive me,” Jacob muttered looking down. What game was she playing? He knew it was Amelia. “Well what is it that you want?” Destiny asked expectantly. “Ernest said the time was right. I’ve used the number for months now and charged high amounts and it still hasn’t been closed. Ernest told me to bring you the number Empress, to use as you will.” “Whoa, this is good news. Do you think I would look good behind the wheel of a brand new Lamborghini?” she asked jokingly. “Paint my nails candy apple red, to remind me of my new car,” she instructed Amelia. Jacob stared at Stephanie hard. He knew it was Amelia but why wasn’t she admitting it. Was she living in this compound fulltime? Is that why she was no where to be found on the island. As the days went by Destiny nourished and obsessed over the idea of owning a Lamborghini. Within a few days the idea was strong enough that she threw caution to the wind and arranged the purchase with the coveted Black Card: the magical endless supply of cash. When the purchase went through she was thrilled. She would have her dream car. Destiny highly anticipated the arrival of her new Lamborghini. The port was far ...