predicament; the only reason that Kenny was about to become the boss’ piss-pot was because he’d failed to repay the Fat Man what he was owed.
‘You look tired Jackie .’
The Fat Man’s comment snapped Jack out of his thoughts and he nodded his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
‘It’s been a long day boss, and I haven’t had a holiday since the year before last, I’m close to burn-out.’
Jack was one of the very few people that could talk to the boss in this way, the Fat Man respected Jack and he asked if Jack wanted a drink.
‘Bourbon wouldn’t go amiss.’
The Fat Man laughed. ‘Get me a Knob Creek whilst you’re up, no ice.’
Jack got up and walked over to the small bar and fixed them both a drink, he carried the glasses back to the desk and slid the boss’s drink across the vast width of the desk. He sat back down and sipped his bourbon.
The Fat Man told Kenny to take his cock in his mouth and then he sighed with pleasure as he began to piss.
Jack could hear Kenny struggling to keep up with the boss’ flow and he couldn’t help it and he started to laugh and soon he lost all control and the Fat Man chuckled and began to laugh himself.
‘Don’t spill a fuckin’ drop Kenny or I’ll have my dogs fuck your wife.’
Jack wiped tears from his eyes and waited for Kenny to finish up. Finally the boss was done relieving himself and he told Kenny to get the fuck out from beneath the desk.
Jack watched Kenny crawl from beneath the desk and it was only when the man got to his feet that Jack recognised Kenny as a pro-basketball player; the guy was known from coast to coast and Jack closed his eyes and took a heavy gulp of bourbon. Jack heard the Fat Man tell the sportsman to get the fuck out.
‘But don’t leave the property; I’ll be needing a shit soon.’
Jack breathed slowly and tried not to think about what the Fat Man would make Kenny do later on. Jack heard the door open and shut and then he opened his eyes and looked across at the Fat Man; he’d never seen a more repugnant looking specimen of a human being but Jack was there to do a job, a job that he was well paid for and he cast from his mind his own thoughts and waited for the boss to talk.
‘Take a week off Jackie .’
Jack sipped his bourbon and rubbed one palm across his face, he could feel two days worth of stubble and he sighed, he was playing it cool, Jack knew his boss well and he didn’t want to come right out and ask for time off, by staying quiet he had got what he had wanted.
‘You look like shit Jackie-Boy, take the week, bang the delectable Selena Boyd, I take it you’ve told her that you now own her?’
Jack finished his drink and the Fat Man nodded his head and Jack stood up, he took the boss’ glass and refilled them both, he gave the Fat Man his drink before taking his seat again.
‘I’ve informed her of the predicament she’s in.’
Jack knew that the boss had no idea about Jack’s history with Selena, he had always been very careful in keeping Selena and his work separate.
‘So, take a week. Hell, take two, Nicky can handle everything in your absence, you’ve told me often enough how capable and ready he is, so this’ll be a way of killing two birds with one stone.’
‘You’re sure boss?’ Jack asked, with just the right level of doubt in his voice.
The Fat Man nodded his head and Jack watched the ripples coursing through the boss’ obese body.
‘Yeah I’m sure Jackie , you’re my guy, and it does me no good if you’re so exhausted that you make a slip up.’
‘Boss, that would never happen,’ Jack replied bluntly.
The Fat Man chuckled and raised his hands placating Jack.
‘Whoa son, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just need you firing on all cylinders; take a break and we’ll see if Nicky is ready.’
‘Okay boss, yeah, I could probably do with the time to recharge.’
‘Well good, it’s decided then.’ The Fat Man opened a desk drawer and tossed a bundle of
‘You look tired Jackie .’
The Fat Man’s comment snapped Jack out of his thoughts and he nodded his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose.
‘It’s been a long day boss, and I haven’t had a holiday since the year before last, I’m close to burn-out.’
Jack was one of the very few people that could talk to the boss in this way, the Fat Man respected Jack and he asked if Jack wanted a drink.
‘Bourbon wouldn’t go amiss.’
The Fat Man laughed. ‘Get me a Knob Creek whilst you’re up, no ice.’
Jack got up and walked over to the small bar and fixed them both a drink, he carried the glasses back to the desk and slid the boss’s drink across the vast width of the desk. He sat back down and sipped his bourbon.
The Fat Man told Kenny to take his cock in his mouth and then he sighed with pleasure as he began to piss.
Jack could hear Kenny struggling to keep up with the boss’ flow and he couldn’t help it and he started to laugh and soon he lost all control and the Fat Man chuckled and began to laugh himself.
‘Don’t spill a fuckin’ drop Kenny or I’ll have my dogs fuck your wife.’
Jack wiped tears from his eyes and waited for Kenny to finish up. Finally the boss was done relieving himself and he told Kenny to get the fuck out from beneath the desk.
Jack watched Kenny crawl from beneath the desk and it was only when the man got to his feet that Jack recognised Kenny as a pro-basketball player; the guy was known from coast to coast and Jack closed his eyes and took a heavy gulp of bourbon. Jack heard the Fat Man tell the sportsman to get the fuck out.
‘But don’t leave the property; I’ll be needing a shit soon.’
Jack breathed slowly and tried not to think about what the Fat Man would make Kenny do later on. Jack heard the door open and shut and then he opened his eyes and looked across at the Fat Man; he’d never seen a more repugnant looking specimen of a human being but Jack was there to do a job, a job that he was well paid for and he cast from his mind his own thoughts and waited for the boss to talk.
‘Take a week off Jackie .’
Jack sipped his bourbon and rubbed one palm across his face, he could feel two days worth of stubble and he sighed, he was playing it cool, Jack knew his boss well and he didn’t want to come right out and ask for time off, by staying quiet he had got what he had wanted.
‘You look like shit Jackie-Boy, take the week, bang the delectable Selena Boyd, I take it you’ve told her that you now own her?’
Jack finished his drink and the Fat Man nodded his head and Jack stood up, he took the boss’ glass and refilled them both, he gave the Fat Man his drink before taking his seat again.
‘I’ve informed her of the predicament she’s in.’
Jack knew that the boss had no idea about Jack’s history with Selena, he had always been very careful in keeping Selena and his work separate.
‘So, take a week. Hell, take two, Nicky can handle everything in your absence, you’ve told me often enough how capable and ready he is, so this’ll be a way of killing two birds with one stone.’
‘You’re sure boss?’ Jack asked, with just the right level of doubt in his voice.
The Fat Man nodded his head and Jack watched the ripples coursing through the boss’ obese body.
‘Yeah I’m sure Jackie , you’re my guy, and it does me no good if you’re so exhausted that you make a slip up.’
‘Boss, that would never happen,’ Jack replied bluntly.
The Fat Man chuckled and raised his hands placating Jack.
‘Whoa son, I didn’t mean anything by it, I just need you firing on all cylinders; take a break and we’ll see if Nicky is ready.’
‘Okay boss, yeah, I could probably do with the time to recharge.’
‘Well good, it’s decided then.’ The Fat Man opened a desk drawer and tossed a bundle of
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