Taxing that A$$...

"I'll have those papers ready for you by the week's end," Lucy said as she strolled toward the door, tugging on her skirt to make sure she looked presentable before she walked out.

"Then I will see you on Friday."

"Friday...hmmm....I think I may have to work late on Friday," she replied.

Silly ass...I hope she wasn't thinking that I meant that I wanted to see her again on Friday (which I probably would have anyhow).

"I wasn't planning on seeing you," I replied. "You can just email the files to me as normal."

Emailing my personal bank files to me...doctoring information for tax purposes...laundering illegal tender produced through activities that involve the exchanging of money for sex...

ALL ILLEGAL AS F**K...

Clearly, that was nothing a little bit of d**k and a few extra monetary perks under the table couldn't handle.

As much as I may be a little weary about Colony and how she works her business, I had to give the b**ch some props, she had all of her ducks in a row. If she needed a banker, she got her a top notch, undercover freak that was a regular human at work, but wanted to be banged like a porn star after hours.

If she needed to overnight a package, she probably threw the UPS dude a few sniffs of the pu**y. then BAM!!! I bet she got that next day shipping for free.

Hell, the lil nig she had cleaning her pool, probably cleans her pool for free just to suck on one of those titties.

Either way, she had folks in place to take care of her business when necessary. Lucy, just happened to be my project.

She was the tallest of her girls that she rolled with. That night I saw her in the club, it was her 6 foot frame that stood out to me the most. Probably around 25 or 26. She had silky, black hair, beige skin, thin lips...

I think Lucy had the confidence in herself to know she was a bad b**ch, yet she played it a little more low key than her friends. That either meant she was naturally shy and had some of those awkward moments as a kid where she was teased because she was tall...or she had some other motives and was in the club to do more than just have a few drinks.

Her motives became even more evident once the night grew older--and Colony drew nearer.

Colony liked her share of hoes but the way she ran game on Lucy and her friends, getting them liquored up and entertaining them with some other male companions that she just happened to have on stand-by for situations like such. Lucy didn't drink as much as the rest of the group, but even those few shots of Nuvo had her feeling good.

I normally didn't kiss "marks" but from the look Colony had given me before I took Lucy away with me to the VIP, I knew that this must have been a special client. The taste of the pink champagne lingered on her tongue as her kisses were just as intoxicating as her looks. Tipsy, yet still more coherent than not, Lucy peeled off her top first.

See that's what I like about chicks that f**k with Colony. Ain't much of any talking or game running. Supply and demand...

Even with her current state, had I not taken the liberty of helping her remove her skirt, she may have sobered up quicker and the mood would've been ruined. It was too dark to tell if her undergarments were Vickie's or La Perla, but what I did know was that from feet to head, that young Amazon was gonna be one fun time.

Keeping in mind that this was still part of my "business," I turned Lucy every which way. Missionary, doggy style...face down, @ss tooted out...all in the name of making her long, fine @ss cum with excitement. Each time she came, I could feel her insides flutter with rage, her black hair shaking all over the place. I couldn't tell what she was saying...hell, I don't even recall exchanging names with her. But here I was parting her legs, enjoying her flesh , taking pride in her squeals.

And then I hit her with this one deal where I had her bent over the plush couch, spread like a surveyor's telescope...took both her arms and held them together behind her back with my right hand...wrapped my left hand with a handful of her hair, gently tugging in rhythm with each beastly thrust to her backside. Her C-cups stood perfectly in place as I arched her back to dig deeper within her wetness. A grimacing smile splashed along her face as the force of my nature smashed harder against her walls. I was going to make her pass out before I came...or at least that was my intention.

Her convulsions steadily continued on for a few more minutes as I finished her off. She hadn't passed out, but she was sweating bullets and I was ready to get back to the main room. A swift grip of the hips, coupled with her pu**y's muscles squeezing against my shaft, I couldn't contain myself. A beautiful nut exploded against the latex walls of the Magnum I always seemed to have when I came to the club. Low grumblings pressed against both our lips as it took a second to empty my lustful cup.

A few moments subsided before I pulled out of her and gathered my clothes. She lay there on the couch, exhausted yet seemingly fulfilled at the performance I just gave. I didn't expect her to pull any money out of her purse considering she carried nothing back to the room but her clothes. Colony must have had it all taken care of...

Talking about Uncle Sam taxing that @ss...her better ask Lucy about B.A.D.