"Welcome aboard Mr Khan," The flight's captain greeted with a smile. This was the Company's private jet. Lavishly designed to impress their guests and offer comforts on the journey. It had a dedicated crew as well.
Feroz nodded and acknowledged, "Good morning Captain!" And then she shifted his gaze towards the sexy air hostess in the aisle, "Hello Shirley, I thought your sister was going to be here today."
"She had a fever last night, so I'm filling in for her," Shirley wasn't exceptional in terms of beauty. But this 22-year-old body was extremely sexy with enough curves to go any man wild, "I hope that's not a problem Mr Khan."
"No, not at all! I like both of you." Feroz smiled, "as long as I get good service, I have nothing to complain about."
"You won't get a chance to complain, I promise."
"That's like my girl." Feroz smiled and spanked softly on her butt before heading towards his seat.
As the flight got stabilized in the clouds, Shirley walked towards him.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"No. I'm not thirsty," said Feroz and looked directly deep into her eyes. With a naughty smile on his face, he asked, "Are you thirsty Shirley?"
She got the clue, "Yes Mr Khan, I'm very thirsty," She sat next to him. He unbuckled his belt, unchained his jeans and took out his cock.
"Yes, that's exactly what I want, Sir."
"Good. Go on then" She bent down and took his cock in her mouth. It was already hard.
Feroz's father, Farooq took a bold step of expansion in Goa and built this empire. Back in the 90s, when Bombay's rival gangs like D Company were troubling Farooq, he decided that he need some backup base. The D company had its base in Dubai, Shetty gang had its connections in the Karnatak region. Farooq was looking for something, that will keep the money flow intact irrespective of what happens in the Bombay gang war.
Farooq knew a young guy called Abbas who owned a pub and a hotel in Goa. Soon, Abbas became Farooq's main operative in Goa and by the mid-90s, Farooq, with the help of Abbas had established several hotels, casinos and illegal strip clubs. One of the dancers in the strip club was Sarah Alvarez. She was hardly 19 when Farooq saw her. The dusky complexion, very fit body with perfectly round shaped boobs and over 5'8" tall. She had long, thick curly hair and piercing black eyes. Sarah was the most popular dancer in the club and Farooq immediately fell for her. Sarah agreed to marry him only on the condition that she would not leave Goa. That worked for Farooq. Anyway, he already had his two wives Fatima and Ameera in Bombay. It would be better to keep this third one in Goa. At the turn of the century, Farooq, who was 40 back then, and Sarah, 19, got married in a church in Goa. She stopped dancing in the strip club and instead became the owner of it now.
These turns of the events made Abbas very insecure, at least that's what Farooq thought. So he divided Goan affairs into two parts where all the legal businesses were handled by Sarah and illegal business were given to Abbas. Farooq valued Abbas. So in addition to appointing him head of the illegal operations in Goa, he asked him to marry his eldest daughter Kashmira who was just 18. Abbas was not going to miss the opportunity of becoming a son in law of one of the most powerful men in the country. And that's how Abbas became Feroz's brother in law.
"Welcome to Goa Feroz!" Abbas spread his arms to hug his brother in law, "How have you been?"
"I'm good. How are you? How's didi(elder sister)?" Feroz enquired about Kashmira.
"She'll be delighted to meet her younger brother. You should come here often." Abbas said, "We have made some special lunch plans today."
"Oh. that's nice."
"We will have one of the best whiskeys tonight. I had it smuggled from Europe last week, " There was a reason why Abbas was making so much effort to please Feroz. Feroz's elder brother Faizal didn't like him much. With boss Farooq out of the country hiding from Police and Faizal in police custody, Feroz had become de facto head of the F Company. And Abbas didn't want any trouble. Also, Abbas was weighing his options whether he could sideline Feroz and make a way for himself to the top.
"Feroz!" Kashmira ran towards Feroz as she saw him at the door. She hugged and kissed his forehead.
"Good afternoon Didi," Feroz said with a smile.
"Are you okay? Is Faizal okay? Have you spoken to Abba (dad)?" she bombarded him with questions.
"Oh my god Kashmira, let him freshen up a bit. We'll have all the discussions over lunch." Abbas interrupted. And then called his daughter, "Farah, come out. Look who's here."
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry. We have made arrangements for you in the guest room." Kashmira told Feroz.
"Feroz uncle!" Farah came out in the living room and hugged Feroz.
"It has been so long Farah since we met. You didn't even come to Bombay last Eid." Feroz hugged his 18-years-old niece tightly.
"I had my exams. But now that you are here, we'll catch up. I have so much to tell you." Farah said with a bright smile. She had a very special bond with her uncle Feroz. He was always fun and very caring.
"Yes, we will! I'll be a little busy today. But tomorrow, we will spend a day together. Promise!" Feroz smiled before retiring to the guest room to refresh.
After a delicious food cooked by Kashmira, her husband Abbas and her younger brother Feroz went to Abbas' workroom.
"This is a fine Moroccan cigar" Abbas offered. Feroz took it and lit it up. The room filled with smoke. Feroz calmly sipped the finest whiskey.
"How's work going on Abbas?"
"Good. Better than ever!" Abbas assured Feroz.
"I wanted to show you something." Feroz pulled out a mobile phone and played a video on it. It looked like a video was shot on a spy camera.
It was a back room of a pub, lavishly designed with a red leather sofa. There was a wooden victorian table in the corner with an executive leather chair. Soon a guy entered the room and followed by a lady. They spent not much time before removing each other's clothes. The guy caressed and squeezed the lady's big boobs and dark nipples. Loud moans were audible.
"Stop the video Feroz," Feroz ignored Abbas' request. The video continued.
The guy in the video sat on the leather sofa and the lady went on all her fours to suck his hard cock. He returned the favour by licking all the juices flowing from her pussy. Soon he fucked her on the sofa. He fucked her in a missionary position, then she started riding him.
Then stood up and bent on the wooden table. He started drilling her from behind and pulled her thick long curly hair. With every thrust, she moaned loudly.
"Yes, Abbas...yes... fuck me like I'm a whore..." the lady in the video could be heard screaming. After a few minutes, the video ended with the guy spraying all his cum on the lady's tits and face.
"What the fuck is this Feroz?" Abbas was outraged and scared at the same time.
"What do you think it is?" Feroz was extremely calm. He just smoked another puff of his cigar.
"This looks like a video trick," Abbas said in a very unconvincing defensive tone.
"Is it Abbas?" Feroz's face had a grin now. "Is it not you?"
"You, motherfucker." Abbas pulled out a gun in rage and pointed it at Feroz.
"Sit down Abbas." Feroz was still very calm, "I have told my trusted men that if they don't hear from me within next hour, the video shall be sent to your wife, my father and also to various media houses in Goa."
"You, son of a bitch." Abbas collapsed in his chair holding his head.
"Better put down that gun Abbas."
"What do you want?" Abbas kept the gun aside and asked in a defeated tone, "are you going to kill me?"
