Conrad Moves to Wilmington
Conrad thought about his accomplishments in the drug trade. Expanding had gone well. Northern New Jersey, most of Upstate New York, except for the greater Buffalo area and there was most of Delaware and portions of Maryland, again except for the greater Baltimore area. He felt that he now controlled most of West Virginia, not that there was a hell of a lot of revenue coming from there, but it afforded him a safe zone, in that he was able to control the State Police and operated freely within the state. Virginia had proved more difficult than he had thought it would. True, he had people within the University of Virginia and Virginia Tech; and was pleased with their quickness in understanding the way his operation worked. But he knew better than to approach the area around Washington DC, and Richmond was already under the Italian mobs jurisdiction. Still, the colleges brought a steady stream of money, and were a proving ground for sharp, young minds that would be needed to keep the organization running. The rural areas, while sparsely populated, did have a good number of affluent clientele, who might also be cultivated for political favors should they be needed in the future.
Perhaps even more importantly, his defense force had grown stronger. He could already say he owned a United States Senator, several Congressmen and two Governors. His legal counsels had been recommended by his partner in Belgium, and were located in New York City and Miami, Florida. Their retainer fees were ridiculously high, but they were well worth it.
Conrad had discussed things with Vic, his number two, and it was tacitly agreed that Conrad would disassociate himself from the New York-New Jersey area and relocate in the South, specifically in Wilmington, North Carolina. He had assurances that the local police were all but totally inefficient with regard to drug enforcement, poorly paid and thus amenable to bribes and such. That meant his main concern, as always, was the federal government and they were concentrating their main efforts in the major cities in the North, and of course, the entire State of Florida.
Incoming monies were dispersed accordingly with 60% going directly to Klass Bruinsma in the Netherlands, who was now dealing directly with the Columbians and Asians. That covered the cost of the next shipment and Bruinsma's profit. The remaining 40% was split several ways and covered the cost of doing business (bribes, etc.) normal distribution expenses, salaries and profit. Conrad's piece of the pie was averaging $1,000,000 every three days.
Conrad arranged to purchase a modestly priced home on the sound in Wrightsville Beach. He was surrounded by multi-millionaires, whose homes dwarfed his own, and found it comforting to hide in the midst of so much wealth, knowing that before long he would be richer than all of them.
*****
A month later, Conrad was sitting beside his newly installed pool with a redheaded courier from Europe named Sophia, wearing shades and getting some sun. Putting down her Cuba Libre, she leaned forward provocatively giving him a glimpse of her generous breasts down to the nipples. When she was certain she had his attention, Sophia blew him a kiss from her adjoining lounge chair. Laughing, he blew one back at her. She licked her lips, removed her sunglasses and made a point of staring at the growing bulge in his bathing trunks.
Having played this game before, although not with Sophia, Conrad slowly rose up from his chair, picked up an expensive bottle of champagne and, holding his thumb over the top, shook the bottle three times before spraying it over her lovely tanned body while she shrieked with pleasure.
Moments later, with a towel wrapped around her bikini clad body they stood close together in the Master bedroom. There was money everywhere; all over the floor, the bed, and the chairs. The money on the floor led into the Master Bath and covered the counters, the commode, and even the sinks.
Sophia dropped the towel, kicked her sandals off and pushed Conrad backward onto the bed which crackled when he landed in the pile of $100 bills. She was out of her bikini in a flash, providing him with his first look at her freshly shaven pussy. She climbed on him, straddling him with her knees, and laughing lewdly, tossed two fistfuls of hundreds in the air she scooted up to his mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" Conrad gasped, and used his thumbs to part her cleft so he might taste the sweet honey already glistening along her bald pussy. Hidden inside her labia was a tampon string that his tongue worked out until it was dangling from his chin.
"What the fuck...."
"It's nothing, Conrad. Pull it out..."
"You're on the rag?"
"It's nothing. Only a precaution for the bikini."
He grabbed it with his teeth and she leaned backwards. The bloody cotton plug slid from her in an easy motion and he let it drop on the bills that covered the sheets. Sophia shimmied closer to his mouth. Conrad never paused, burying his face in her twat and working his tongue into her bloody hole. The taste of her reminded him of iodine, and gave her uniqueness in his mind while she squirmed and ground her loins against his mouth.
Sophia began moaning and mewing when he took hold of her ass and rocked her back and forth. He continued lapping away at her, even sent his thumb in search of her rusty spider, and finding it tickled her there, and when she moaned in appreciation, her closed his lips on her clit and sucked hard.
Sophia came. And came again the moment his thumb forced its way into her rectum. He noticed a subtle difference in her flavor now that her juices were flowing freely from her arousal. Her nectar was mixed with minute traces of blood from her period, and the thought of what he was doing and the depravity of it all brought him to the edge of coming himself.
Sophia grunted and then pushed herself hard onto his face. Her head whipped back as the pulsing, pounding orgasm rocketed from her pussy and up through her body and back down again. Wave upon wave crashed through her. Conrad continued licking and sucking and eating her, to the point he was scarcely able to breathe with her thighs smothering him. Just when he thought he would black out she raised up and away from him, pleading with him to give her a brief respite.
She stood on shaky legs and reached for his hands, and pulled him to a standing position. Her gorgeous red hair lay plastered to her face and neck with the sweat of her exertions. Conrad's cock stood out at an angle as Sophia moaned quietly and sank to her knees started working on his cock. Sophia was an expert at fellatio, and when she reached behind him and wiggled two fingers into his ass, looking for his prostrate, he felt himself readying to cum. But she wasn't finished with him. Just when Conrad thought a massive load of frothy cum was going to explode from his balls, Sophia grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing him from ejaculating.
Conrad groaned,
I was so close...
he thought,
damn her....
Then, through a fog he heard her whispering, "I need your cum somewhere else."
Sophia turned around and offered him an amazing view of her firm ass and tight pussy as she went down on her forearms. The sight of her shaven cunt with small clots of blood adhered to it brought him a thrill almost as good as an ejaculation. Automatically, he knelt behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass, and stuck his tongue into the small hole his thumb had made minutes earlier.
"That's nice, but I want you in there. I want your cock in there!"
There was no hesitation on his part. He spit on the head of his cock and steered it into her puckered hole.
"YES! Split me apart! Ram it into me!"
He met some resistance, but kept pushing and shoving as her asshole stretched around him.
He only had four inches inside her when the sheer ecstasy provided by the tightness of her anal sheath caused his testicles to release the pent up load that had been boiling since Sophia had squeezed his cock and shut down his circulation.
"OH!" they echoed simultaneously, as he whitewashed her rectal channel with his sperm. Sophia was more than pleased when he remained hard and kept pumping her ass. He kept at it until fully embedded within and made her cum again.
Later they gather all the money and patiently counted it, writing the dollar amount with a yellow high lighter on the top of each stack then wrapping each stack with a rubber band.
Sophia: "I can't believe it. All this from Virginia Tech!"
Conrad: "That's for the last seventy-eight hours."
Sophia: "I think it's fair to say you underestimated the market there, Conrad."
Conrad: Actually, it was from more than just the college, but Sophia had no reason to know it, and so he simply said, "Touché."
Sophia: "But like they say, 'To the victor belong the spoils."
Conrad: Dividing the stacks into two piles, and putting even amounts into two leather briefcases. "It seems like a lot, doesn't it?"
Sophia: "A hell of a lot."
Conrad: It's just a million, half a mil in each case."
