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wanted sexy tonight she’d give him sexy but he hadn’t told her what not to wear and she was looking forward to the look on his face when he finally saw her wearing what she had picked out.
    ‘Fuck him’ Selena said.
    Selena zipped the cases shut and hefted them out to the hallway, she cast a glance down the stairs and realised that she still needed to clear the mess up in the store.
    ‘That fucking Fat Man.’
    Selena’s insides twisted up as she recalled the look on the Fat Man’s face when he’d told her to get her tits out and she felt tears spring in to her eyes.
    ‘Don’t think about it Selena, just keep busy.’
    Selena headed back to her bedroom and pulled on a pair of jeans, she found a clean sweater and slipped it over her head and shoulders; she’d tidy up down in the store and then go for a shower, she needed to shave her legs and to visit a few stores nearby; there was still plenty to do before Jack was expecting her.
     
                                                                          *****
     
    ‘Take a seat Jackie-Boy.’
    Jack closed th e study’s heavy door behind him and walked across the room to one of two leather armchairs positioned in front of the ornate mahogany desk; the desk had once belonged to the State Governor but when the Governor couldn’t pay his gambling debt the Fat Man had taken the desk as part payment, he’d also had the Governor’s young wife “spit-roasted” by two of his foot soldiers; the two Hispanics had fucked that young woman to within an inch of her life, the Fat Man had made the Governor watch the whole seven hour ordeal, and it came as no surprise to anyone, least of all Jack when the Governor never missed another marker from that day on.
    Jack sat down in a chair t hat cost more than his own car and tossed the large canvass bag that he had been carrying on to the Fat Man’s desk.
    The Fat Man picked the bag up and dropped it on to the expensive Persian carpet alongside his desk. The Fat Man sighed and it was only then that Jack realised that the boss had somebody beneath the desk giving him head.
    ‘I can come back boss.’
    ‘Nonsense, Kenny’s doing fine just where he is, I swear to god you’ve never had a blow-job until you get one from a man that owes you his life, they suck like their lives depend on it, which in Kenny’s case is the truth, isn’t that right Kenny you weasel little fuck?’
    From beneath the expansive desk Jack heard the man moaning through the mouthful of cock that he was busy sucking on.
    Jack could see that the boss was almost there, the sweat was pouring down the Fat Man’s face, pooling on his thick upper lip and Jack looked out through the study’s window at the opulent gardens.
    The Fat Man grunted.
    ‘Make sure you swallow every drop you weasel.’
    Jack watched one of the Fat Man’s Rottweilers trotting by, there were half a dozen of them around the corpulent grounds, each trained to kill on sight; they were silent when they attacked, the Fat Man had had their vocal chords cut as puppies and Jack had witnessed the dogs on the attack in the past and it was a scary sight to behold; they’d take a 250lb man apart in under eight seconds. The dog disappeared from view and Jack returned his gaze to the Fat Man.
    The Fat Man was wiping his face with a silk scarf.
    ‘Don’t you move Kenny, I’ll need a piss shortly and I can’t be bothered with going to the toilet, and if you know what’s good for you and your tramp of a wife you’ll swallow what comes out the end of my cock.’
    Jack could hear Kenny’s weeping but he felt no sympathy for the stranger beneath the desk, Jack figured that Kenny had whatever was happening to him coming, he’d been doing this job long enough to know that everyone that turned to the Fat Man for help was pretty much a scumbag and the rare few, like Selena that weren’t necessarily bad people, tended to avoid Kenny’s