Bad Luck Black Money (32 page)

C
hapter 53

Boss awoke swaddled in golden sheets. Two black nylon straps secured him and the sheets to a bed. He knew that he was in an airplane, and by all the gaudy golden decorations, he knew the plane belonged to King Jaheal.

As he wrestled his way out of bed, the silk sheets were rubbing him all over his body, which happens when one is nude. Peeking under the sheets, he confirmed it. He also noted that his genitals were almost back to normal with only minimal bruising.

Boss felt like someone was watching him, and sure enough, Karen Sculley was sitting in a chair in the corner, watching him like a monkey in a zoo.

"Finally, woke up, huh?" Karen asked.

"Yeah, I guess so," replied Boss, who sat up in bed with only a thin sheet covering his bottom half. "What day is today?"

"Friday."

"I've been asleep since Tuesday?"

"Not exactly, what's the last thing you remember?"

"... I remember seeing King Jaheal's doctor. He gave me a shot of antibiotics then... nothing."

"Nothing, huh? Well, from the amount of opiates and muscle relaxers in your system, it's a wonder you remember anything at all."

"So, the bastard drugged me?"

"No, he saved your life. He pumped you full of antibiotics, the good kind, the kind that's only available to NWO members.

Anybody else would be dead right now, or at least, lost some of his or her delicate body parts.... What the hell happened to you?"

"It's a long story," said Boss, checking under the sheet once again to make sure everything was still there.

"It's a long flight," Karen responded. She crossed her legs and lazily kicked her top leg, back and forth.

Boss recounted his exploits over the next half hour, while Karen listened intently. After he was through, she stood up and asked, "Are you fucking crazy?"

"Ah, no?"

"The Duke is not amused," Karen said, while pacing the gold-carpeted floor. "I had to cut short my mission to come baby-sit you. Months of work, right down the drain."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be sorry. You're a member of the New World Order. You never have to apologize for anything.... I shouldn't have mentioned it. So, we're good?"

"Of course," said Boss, shifting uneasily beneath the golden sheet. "Can I have my clothes, now?"

"They're in the second dresser drawer beside the bed."

"Right.... And a little privacy?"

"Are you serious? Who do you think has been taking care of you for the past forty-eight hours?"

"Fine," said Boss, as he flung away the sheet and got off of the bed, naked.

Karen watched him dress and decided not to tease him about his blushing, rosy-red cheeks.

"Would you like to see your wife, now?" asked Karen.

"Esmerelda is here?"

"No, your other wife."

"What are you talking about?" Boss asked, incredulous.

"You really don't know? That's right, you don't remember anything since Tuesday."

Karen picked up a remote control, pressed some buttons, and a large television screen descended at an angle from the ceiling. Then she smoothed out the bed sheets and propped up a couple of pillows against the headboard. She kicked off her shoes, jumped up on the bed, and lay down.

Patting the spot next to her, Karen said, "Come on. You've got to see this."

It was evident to Boss that she expected him to lie down beside her like they were an old married couple. He was about to protest then decided that it didn't matter. She'd just seen him naked a few minutes ago, no reason to act coy now.

Climbing on the bed beside Karen, Boss left a couple of inches of space between them, which she instantly closed. Her rear end was touching his, and her tiny feet rested on top of his lower leg. Her head rested against his breast.

"Ready to watch something that's going to blow your mind?" she asked.

"OK," Boss said with a million questions swirling around in his brain.

Sculley pressed a button, and video of Boss flashed across the screen. It was definitely him, but he seemed different somehow. The drugs had made him act happy and silly. He was dancing. Boss never danced.

Boss looked intently at the video, which seemed to be taking place at a wedding. "Uh-oh," he thought. "This can't be good."

The video cut to him and a young woman dressed in white, standing before a priest of some sort. The woman's dress was so sheer that anyone could spy the details of her entire body on an intimate level. To his horror, the groom began pawing at the poor girl in front of everyone. He was cupping her large, perky breasts and squeezing her ass.... And that guy was Boss!

"This is not good," Boss said aloud. "This is sooo not good."

"Yep," agreed Karen. "It's kind of hard to return the dough after you've kneaded the shit out of it."

"Wait a second, how did we consummate the marriage when my wiener and figs were so messed up?"

"I don't think you did. Later on the video, you can see where you passed out on top of her. But I'm fairly certain you didn't penetrate the poor girl."

"Then I'm off the hook! I can get this marriage annulled. No slippy slidey. The deal wasn't sealed."

"Uhm, I hate to burst your bubble, but that's King Naheer's most prized daughter. You can't send her back like an undercooked steak.

In their culture, she's used goods. No man would have her after you defiled her in public like that."

"Well, that's not my problem."

"Actually, honey, it is. King Naheer is a NWO member. You can't do what you did to his daughter then just walk away. The Duke won't permit it."

"So, you're saying I'm screwed?"

"I wouldn't say it like that," said Karen, as she eased her hand inside of Boss's pants and underwear. "Look at how excited you are."

She began to slowly stroke him. Boss wasn't sure what to do, so he went with the flow and said, "Thanks, but I'm still kind of sore."

"You don't like this?" Karen asked, tightening her grip and speeding her strokes.

"... Um... it kind of hurts."

"Is that so?" Karen asked, but not stopping or slowing down.

Boss wasn't about to lay his hands on Sculley and try to make her stop, but his face didn't hide the fact that he was in pain. Then she stopped and withdrew her hand from Boss's pants.

"Shall we go visit your new wife?" asked Karen, as she got off the bed.

"... Uh... OK," said Boss, getting to his feet.

He didn't understand what had just happened. Was his new chief of security, jealous? Was she trying to dominate him? Did she think he liked rough sex and was obliging him? What the hell?

Putting it out of his mind, Boss followed Karen to another bedroom door in the flying, five star hotel. She knocked on the door and Nuriyah, Khalisah's tall, model maid, slightly opened it.

"Yes?" asked Nuriyah.

"Boss wants to see his new bride."

"One second, please," said Nuriyah, as she closed the door.

There were giggling and scurrying sounds behind the door. Karen gave Boss a slightly disapproving look and shook her head. After a minute or so, Khalisah called out loudly, "You may enter."

Karen opened the door and went in ahead of Boss. Khalisah was lying on the bed, wearing the sheerest orange nightie imaginable. While the color orange doesn't work for most women, Khalisah looked amazing in it. Her long, dark hair was carefully spread around her pillow, framing her angelic face. And the pose her legs struck, left no doubt of what she was waiting for.

"Hello, husband," Khalisah said. "Are you ready to come take your prize?"

"Oh, crap," Boss said under his breath.

Karen couldn't suppress her laugh.

"Look," Boss said, trying to keep his swirling emotions in check. "Do you have any real clothes with you? Because if you don't, I'll go try to find you some."

"I have clothes," huffed Khalisah.

"Then, please, put some on. I'll be back shortly," said Boss leaving the room followed by Karen.

They made their way to the plane's kitchen, where a hash slinger asked what they were hungry for.

"For some reason, I'm hungry for eggs and orange juice," Boss said.

"Scrambled?" asked the cook.

"Sure," replied Boss. Turning to Sculley, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Nah," she replied. "Do you know why you're craving eggs and O.J.?"

"Not really," Boss said, as he sat at the bar area in front of the cook's grill. Karen sat down beside him.

"You weren't totally unconscious for three days. Every twelve hours or so, you would sleepwalk and talk all kinds of crazy shit.

When you did, I managed to get some eggs and juice down your gullet. I wanted to keep your strength up and figured soft food wouldn't choke you to death."

"Thanks."

"So, how are you going to handle this situation with Khalisah?"

"I have no idea."

"Would you like a little advice?" Karen asked, placing her hand on Boss's arm.

"Sure."

"You need to have a firm hand with Khalisah and her maids. If you don't, they'll wreck your world."

"Wait a second, are you saying those two girls with her are staying? Permanently?"

"You poor guy," Karen said. "You don't know they're a package deal? Those girls are bound to Khalisah for life. It's like slavery but different.

Their families pledged them to King Naheer for leniency or money or as a demonstration of their eternal fidelity. Whatever the case, he then gave them to Khalisah to be her handmaidens. Nuriyah and Durrah are bound to Khalisah for life. What you've got here is a de facto harem.

Lets say you want to pump Khalisah, but she's on her period or has a headache. She asks you to take one of her handmaids instead. In Khalisah's mind, it's the same thing as you having sex with her, except she doesn't have to spread her legs and get messy. If Nuriyah or Durrah gets pregnant, its Khalisah's baby."

"That's messed up," Boss said.

"It is, what it is," replied Karen as the cook served up Boss's scrambled eggs and O.J.

"So, what exactly should I do?" asked Boss.

"Like I said, have a firm hand with them. Don't take any back talk or disrespect. At the first sign of any attitude, you bend Khalisah over your knee and spank her ass until she sees stars."

"Great, that's just great," Boss said sarcastically.

Chapt
er 54

After finishing his meal, Boss and Karen went back to the girls' room and knocked on the door.

"Come in," said Durrah.

All three girls were sitting at the foot of the bed, dressed in modern attire: jeans, blouses, tennis shoes, a little jewelry, and a lot of makeup.

Boss was taken aback at how young they looked. It was, as if, he had raided a junior high school. A sick feeling came over him, but he pushed through it.

"Alright, ladies, we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot. Let's start over.

I am not the guy, who you remember from the wedding. I am very conservative by nature. I don't do drugs, and I don't fondle, strange women in public."

"I am not a strange woman," Khalisah said, angrily. "I am your wife."

"Actually, you are my second wife. My first wife is named Esmerelda. You may call her, Miz Esmerelda. I have two sons, Diamond and Emerald. And one daughter, named Ruby. She's not that much younger than you girls. So, it'll be nice for her to have some older friends to play with."

"You named your children after the shiny rocks in jewelry?" asked Khalisah.

"Uh, yes, that was very astute of you, Khalisah," answered Boss. He glanced at Karen, who returned his knowing look. These young ladies were so young and naive.

Looking into Khalisah's dark eyes, Boss said, "You are now part of my family. And in my family, we behave ourselves. Do you understand?"

"Yes," said a huffy Khalisah. "I'm not stupid."

"Wonderful," replied Boss. "Then we'll all get along swimmingly. You and your friends will eat at my table, shop with my money, and have good, joy filled lives."

"Wait," Khalisah interrupted. "When are we going to have sex?"

"Well, here's the thing. You have to get my first wife's blessing before I can even think about that. And besides, you're too immature to handle grownup situations right now. Just enjoy being a teenager."

"Oh, no!" stormed Khalisah, standing up and getting in Boss's face. She started yelling hysterically. "I am a woman! I am your WIFE! I will get what is rightfully mine. Do you understand, me?"

Karen coughed loudly and subtly pointed at Khalisah's backside.

With a stern look on his face, Boss told Durrah and Nuriyah to, "Get up." Which they hastily did. Boss sat on the edge of the bed with his feet firmly planted on the floor and ordered Khalisah to, "Bend over my lap."

"What for?" asked Khalisah. Not so sure of herself now.

"If you're going to act like a naughty, little girl then I'll spank you like a naughty, little girl."

"No, I don't want to," Khalisah said, backing away.

With a speed he didn't even knew he possessed, Boss grabbed Khalisah, slung her over his knee, and started swatting her ample rump as hard as he could.

Khalisah yelled, "Stop, stop!" Nuriyah stood frozen in place but shaking from fright. The bosomy Durrah passed out and fell hard on the carpet with a 'thud'. Karen laughed loudly, which seemed to add to Khalisah's embarrassment.

Khalisah's pleads for Boss to stop and don't do it, turned into wild screams, which reverberated throughout the entire airplane. Everyone heard, but nobody dared to come see what was happening. Khalisah's new husband was taming the Arabian tigress. The plane's crew secretly wished Boss, good luck.

After minutes turned into five, then five turned into ten, Khalisah was no longer screaming but crying like a heartbroken child. When Boss let her up, Khalisah's eyes were puffy, her makeup was a mess, and snot was everywhere.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Khalisah yelled. She jumped on the bed and buried her face in a pillow. However, her stinging ass was perched up in the air, avoiding contact with anything solid.

Boss and Karen left, shutting the bedroom door behind them. They retired to a lounge area on the plane, where Boss relaxed in a recliner and watched the clouds passing outside of his window.

"Damn," Karen said, breaking the silence. "Can I get one of those spankings?"

"It'll have to wait," responded Boss, who was rubbing his spanking hand. "I think my hand's about to fall off."

"Nah, you'll be alright.... Rain check, then?"

"Sure, why not?"

"But you know after I get my whipping then I get to spank your ass raw, too?"

"Whatever...."

"You can't be depressed over spanking a hot chick like that."

"Maybe not, but I am. I've never had to physically discipline any of my children before."

"She's not your child. She's your wife, and she looks a lot younger than she actually is."

"I don't know," Boss said. "I can't let this effect my family. I've worked too hard, sacrificed too much to lose everything over a woman, no matter how hot she is."

"You're not going to lose your family or anything else. I'm here to guide you through this.... I know what I'm doing.

Khalisah is as predictable as how many hours are in a day. In about thirty minutes, she'll get over being mad. The lingering tingling sensations in her butt will creep up to her clit. She'll get flustered. She'll realize that you are her man, and what you did, you did for her own good. Then she'll come in here begging for forgiveness."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. Khalisah isn't deep enough to deviate from her comfort zone, none of them are."

"Hope your right."

"Of course, I'm right. I know how women think. And I'll let you in on a little secret....

Within six months, Esmerelda will be pleading with you to sleep with Khalisah."

"Bullshit."

"Want to bet?"

"... No."

"No, because you know I'm right. People are predictable, women even more so than men.

Eventually, Khalisah's tiny, little brain will figure out that they only way she'll ever get a taste of your sausage is through Esmerelda. She'll start sucking up to your wife like a starving calf on a lactating teat.

And for all of Esmerelda's intelligence, she's still a girl at heart. A girl who wants to sit at the cool kids' table and hang out with the cool crowd. And there's nothing cooler than being BFF (best friends forever) with a goddess. I don't have a gay bone in my body, but DAMN Khalisah’s hot! Hell, all three of them are hot, in their own way.

And the only thing you have to do to get inside them is to act like you don't want it. Don't give Khalisah any lingering, lustful looks. When Esmerelda mentions how pretty Khalisah is, just mumble 'if you say so'. And the more you ignore Khalisah and treat her like a spoiled brat, the quicker Esmerelda will not only give you permission to be with her, but she'll practically force you inside of her."

"If you say so," said Boss, looking out at the clouds floating by. "When everything settles down, I'd like to go somewhere. Somewhere, where it's snowing. I'm sick of sunny weather and hot sand.

I want to stay in a log cabin with a mountain view in the middle of nowhere. I want to build a fire in the little cabin's fireplace, roast marshmallows, and eat meat straight out of the can. No servants, no technology, I want to read an old fashioned book with paper pages....

I've had my fill of bad luck and black money."