Making Good on a Loan (Open for one female, please PM)

[OrgasmBandit]

Making Good on a Loan (Closed for sallythescorpion)

Thomas Mancini could not help but grin as he looked in the mirror. The tall, darkly-handsome mob boss was satisfied with how he looked in his tailored suit, his hazel eyes reflecting that pleasure back at him. He had a bit of business that he had to attend to this day, business that he would have left to his enforcers if not for the person it was with and the amount of money it had involved. Once he was ready, he made his way down to his car, giving his driver the address of Greg Perkins.

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Greg Perkins was nervous, to say the least. He was a small-time politician, who'd had some trouble the last election cycle with funding. When Thomas Mancini came along, offering help with the situation, he didn't have much choice but to accept. He had won the election after this, but the job didn't pay enough to make the payments on Mancini's 'help'. Now the mob boss was on his way to discuss their arrangement, and he knew he was going to have to talk things over with his wife. Eying the clock, he could see that he didn't have too much longer before Thomas would be there, so he got up from his study and began to look around the house for his wife.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cheryl Perkins http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/... Woman Wallpaper/BeautifulWomenWallpaper2.jpg
29
5'4"
Dark Hair
Petite build
Trophy wife.

Cheryl wondered what Greg could possibly want now. He was driving her insane since the last the most recent election. Sure, he had only gotten in by a handfull of votes, but surely the main thing was that he got in at all. It didn't matter how much surplus votes someone had, once they passed the post.

Perhaps there was some change with regard to the lunchehon they were to attend tomorrow, usually there were instructions - talk to so and so, flirt subtly with someone else, be ultra reserved with this person, get talking to that person!

Finally, she found him in the sitting room. It must be something more, he was clearly agitated. She sat on the couch and looked up at him. "Yes dear, what is it now??"

 

[OrgasmBandit]

"Ah, there you are Cheryl," Greg said with a nervous smile, rising to take her hands in his, her tone making him even more worried about how all of this would go. "I need to talk to you about a guest who is going to be arriving soon," he said, in a tone that one would think reserved for a senator or something, "I don't know if you remember the fund-raising problem I had during the last campaign or not, but the person responsible for getting me past that problem is coming over." Even for a campaign contributor, though, the way he was acting was not quite right.

"The thing is," he went on, finally mustering the courage to look into her eyes, "That person is Thomas Mancini. And it wasn't so much a contribution as it was...a loan." No doubt she had heard rumors about Mancini, a big time crime boss in town who was considered untouchable. And now he was on his way to their home. "He wants to discuss repayment," he added, exhaling deeply after getting the words out. Of course, the only reason to discuss repayment was if the loan was not being repaid as planned.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Thomas Mancini???" she asked incredulously. "THE Thomas Mancini?? The head of the Mancini crime family???" at his nod she stood "have you lost your mind??? You took money from the mob? Those people dont give loans, they want something in return! They will manipulate you! Whatever the hell it is, that he wants, give it to him quick, and cut off the association!"

She paced the floor, "Really Greg, that is political suicide!! Talk about skelatons in the closet!!" At that moment they heard a car pull up outside. "If there is something else Greg, tell me quick! I dont want to meet him, can't I stay upstairs, while you tell him I'm out or something??"

 

[OrgasmBandit]

"He's not going to go for that," he said, biting his lip briefly before going on, "I don't know why, but when he told me he was coming over, he said that he was looking forward to meeting 'my lovely wife'. I told him that I was sure you would enjoy that, too." Shaking his head softly, "If you're not here when he comes in, I think he won't be too happy." At that, he walked out of the study and toward the living room to answer the door.

As Greg opened the door, he saw Thomas there, flanked by two men who looked sort of like shaved apes stuffed into designer suits. Mancini himself was massive, but looked graceful compared to the men he had brought with him. "Ah, Mr. Mancini, please come in," he said, standing out of their way as the mobsters made their way into the living room.

As Thomas looked around, he could see that someone had good taste, probably Mrs. Perkins. "Thank you, Greg. You don't mind if I call you Greg, do you?" he asked, sounding as if he cared not at all what the answer was. He cared so little that he went right on, "So, where is that gorgeous wife of yours? She won't want to miss this, I think."

 

[sallythescorpian]

If Thomas Mancini wanted to meet her, meet her he would, and there was little point in hiding upstairs, upstate or upcountry for that matter, if he wanted her he would find her.

She was livid with Greg for his monumental stupidity!!

She better act the gracious hostess, and she decided to pretend that she did not know who he was.

"Mr. Mancini, its a pleasure to meet you. Greg told me you were one of his biggest contributors!! I always enjoy meeting those who support his policies!" She even managed a smile, which didn't look entirely forced.

"May I offer you a drink? she asked, flicking her eyes to include the two goons who accompanied him.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Upon seeing her, Mancini seemed to forget Greg was in the room, flashing her his most charming smile. He had a handsome face, and the suit could not hide the fact that he was a well-built man. Just the way he looked alone might have made it hard to believe he was a stone-cold killer, but there was an aura about him that made it clear he was not to be trifled with. "Yes, Mrs. Perkins, I would enjoy that," he said, his tone much more polite with her than it had been with Greg.

Speaking of her husband, he was standing there, wondering what exactly was about to happen. The thugs with Thomas didn't forget about him, their eyes fixed on him as if he owed the money personally to them. "Yes, that's a good idea," he managed to say, smiling nervously at Cheryl, "Bring them into the den, if you don't mind, my dear." With that, he began to lead the way into the den, followed almost reluctantly by the other men.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cheryl selected a bottle of chianti, and a number of glasses, and she carried the tray into the den, some chips and dip in a little chrystal bowl. She had never seen a picture of mancini, and she had to admit that she would never have taken him for a mobster, well, if not for the two goons.

He looked as though he could be at home on the cover of GQ, and his manners were impressive, and she struggled a little to remind herself of all she had read about him, and the power he weilded. He was a stone cold killer, and she would do well to remember that.

She carried the tray into the room and set it down, very conscious of the hemline of her sundress which rose at the back, as she bent forward to set the tray down. Had Greg given her more warning, she would have donned a pant suit, and something a little less revealing than the dress she wore.

"So Mr. Mancini, what can we do for you? Tickets to an event, perhaps, or maybe a word in the governor's ear?" she smiled, hoping to keep him distracted, and preferably on his way before anyone saw the car in their driveway.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Greg led the men into the den, and sat down in a chair, trying his best to get, or at least act, comfortable, difficult as that was with the two goons around, watching him like they expected him to run away at any second. Thomas, on the other hand, walked over to the sofa and relaxed as if he were right at home. He remained quiet for the moment, though, which only served to make the politician even more nervous. Of course, that was the idea.

He waited for Cheryl to return to the room before speaking again, his eyes clearly admiring what her dress showed off as she set down the tray. "Why don't you sit down, Mrs. Perkins, and we can discuss exactly what it is I want?" he suggested in a firm tone that made it seem more a command, patting the cushion next to him on the couch. As he watched her with expectant eyes, Greg looked as if he wanted to say something, but knew better. Like she had told him just before the mobsters arrived, he had to give them what they wanted so they could get out.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cherly had to admit that she was more than a little impressed with mancini's smooth manners! He sat on the couch, his arm stretched across the back, and waited for her to sit. He really was quite the gentleman!!

Greg, though, seemed incredibly uncomfortable, and she wondered if he knew more than she did, as to what Tony was looking for. She glared at her husband, subtly. He knew that look well, and it was one that she used for social occassions that was never picked up by anyone else.

She turned and smiled at Tony. "Well Mr. Mancini. Tell me, what is the nature of your request, following your campaign contribution, or was it more of a loan, Greg was a little sketchy on the details!"

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Greg did pick up on her glare, but all it really did was make him even more nervous. It was clear that he was scared witless here. Since she was already doing the talking, he was more than happy to allow her to continue, because he had no idea what Mancini would want, only that he had brought his thugs to ensure that he got whatever it was.

Thomas smiled as she sat down next to him on the couch, and faced her a bit more directly. Grinning at her words, he laughed softly, "Well, if he was sketchy, you must be pretty sharp, because you hit the nail on the head, my dear. It was a loan, and one he has not yet begun to make payments on. I'd be a bad businessman if I just let that go." The way he put it, he sounded perfectly reasonable.

It was at this point Greg finally spoke up, "Well, whatever it is you want, I will be happy to get it for you. Even a word with the governor, like Cheryl said..." His voice trailed off when Mancini nodded at the goon nearest the alderman, and the thick man punched Greg in the mouth.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Just like that, the thin veil of civilization was ripped off!! Cheryl gasped, and lunged forward on the couch, toward her husband. She turned to Mancini.

"Stop them!! Stop it right now!! Whatever it is you want or need we'll get it for you! Just dont hurt him, for God's sake stop hurting him!!"


She ran and got ice from the ice bucket, and wrapping it in a linen napkin, she held it to her husband's face. Looking at Mancini, she said "we'll do our damndest for you, money, though will take us a while. We used up all the equity in our home for the campaign, we have nothing, but give us some time, and we'll get it. How much do we owe you? How long can you give us?" she asked quietly, pointedly ignoring the goons, and focussing on the decision maker.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Thomas couldn't help but laugh a little at the way they reacted to Greg getting punched once in the face. They really would have had difficulty had he been here to really put a hurting on the man. As it was, he had done that only to shock them into realization about just how serious the matter at hand was. "Well, you see, Greg here has nothing at all I want," he finally said, glancing first at the alderman, then turning his eyes on the man's lovely wife the mob boss went on, "You, on the other hand, might be able to convince me to give you an extension on the loan."

Greg looked on, confused, holding the ice to his lip, which had been busted by the thug's fist. "But first, you should come back over here and sit next to me," he added with that same charming smile, that now looked very out of place on his handsome, terrifying face. He watched her again, once more waiting for her to join him, but this time there was something almost predatory in his hazel eyes.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Well, you see, Greg here has nothing at all I want you, on the other hand, might be able to convince me to give you an extension on the loan."

Realisation dawned on Cheryl. "What" she whispered, "what are you suggesting?" she was shaking with fear, as she was afraid that she was what he wanted. Could she do that? she asked herself, how could she not, Greg would be missing fingers, and God only knew what else if she didn't play ball.

She stood, and, with her feet feeliing leaden, she dragged herself to the couch and sat next to Tony, not obviously avoiding him, but sitting as far from him as she dared.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Despite her questions, Thomas didn't speak again until she had joined him on the couch once again. "What I am suggesting, is that I might be willing to give Greg there an extension, maybe even take some off of what he owes me, if you will be my personal fucktoy," he told her as he turned to face her directly, his eyes fixed on hers as the words left his lips. As Greg heard what he said, it was clear he was angry at even the thought, but after the one punch had nearly knocked him out, he was not about to do more than glare. Not that Mancini was paying him any mind whatsoever.

"So, what do you say, Cheryl?" the mob boss asked her, his hazel eyes glittering with lust as he looked at her, despite the fact that he remained relaxed against the back of the sofa, "Are you going to play nice, or will your dear husband have to pay the hard way?" After what she had seen, there was no question that he was willing to manhandle even a city alderman to get what he felt was his due. His goons did not share his patience, though, seeming ready to jump the instant she told Thomas 'no'.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"What I am suggesting, is that I might be willing to give Greg there an extension, maybe even take some off of what he owes me, if you will be my personal fucktoy"

Cherly cringed at his crudity! Clearly his surface level sophistication ran only skin deep. Never had anyone addressed her in such a way. What the hell was a fuck toy anyway.

Her hand went to her mouth, and she waited for Greg to object, to rule it out of the question, but he was strangely silent.

"I.....I....." she trailed off. "Um, what exactly would a f..... a woman in that role" she couldnt even manage to vocalise the crude expression " um have to do?" She didnt want any contact with him, but it seemed that was unavoidable, and she suspected that he did not have something like the polite and very occasional coupling that she and Greg shared, in mind.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Seeing that the word he used seemed to bother her, Thomas could tell that he was going to have fun with her, and the grin on his lips displayed that thought clearly. Moving closer to her on the couch, he picked up a glass of wine, and handed it to her before telling her, "A fucktoy is just what it sounds like, Cheryl. A woman to be used for my pleasure, who will do whatever I want in order to make me happy." Glancing over at Greg, who remained quiet despite the look of anger that was mixed with the fear written on his face, he added, "I'm sure it would be nothing like whatever he does with you."

Turning his eyes back on her, he reached up and toyed with a lock of her long, dark hair as he watched her expectantly. "So, which will it be, Cheryl? Will you do whatever you can to please me, or will Greg over there have to pay the hard way?" Greg wanted so badly to say something, but one look at the two thugs told him that if he opened his mouth, he was likely to be punched again immediately. His eyes were watering, and he was beginning to manifest a look of disbelief as he watched and listened to what was occurring between the mobster and his wife.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cherly was shocked, right through to the marrow of her bones!

"A fucktoy is just what it sounds like, Cheryl. A woman to be used for my pleasure, who will do whatever I want in order to make me happy. - I'm sure it would be nothing like whatever he does with you."

God, what was she to do? She shot an unconcealed glare at her husband, whose stupidity had gotten them into this situation. She didn't evven like sex!! She lay back and endured Greg's occasional fumblings in the dark.

She began to shake her head a little, and then Greg shrieked as one of the goons began to allow his weight to shift tothe foot which pinned Greg's left hand to the floor, making him scream.

"Stop!! Please! I'll do it! I'll do whatever you want!! " she said, and at his smile, she added "I dont know whether you will enjoy it much, I really dont have a whole lot of experience.......at things....." she trailed off, blushing profusely.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

"Don't you? Somehow, that doesn't surprise me," Thomas said with another quick glance over at Greg, whose glaring eyes didn't seem to phase him. "As to whether I will enjoy it or not, I don't see how I couldn't, with a body like yours," he added, the hand that had been toying with the lock of her hair falling down, caressing her shoulder on its way down to cup her breast through her dress, giving it a firm, almost rough squeeze, right there in front of her husband and the thugs, who had now moved between the alderman and where the mob boss sat with his wife.

As his hand continued to knead at her breast, Mancini told her with a laugh, "I will teach you things your husband will thank me for later, if you ever allow him to touch you again." When his hand finally moved from her breast, it slid slowly up her throat to cup her chin, bringing her gaze to his, asking her in a smoldering tone, "Are you ready to make your first payment, fucktoy?"

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cheryl used all her stoicism to sit still while Mancini pawed her, squeezing her breast through ther dress, right there, right in front of everyone, in broad daylight!!!!!

She was shocked, utterly shocked!! Greg had always treated her like a lady, being very deferential to her, gentle and most especially brief in his attentions, knowing she disliked the act.

"I will teach you things your husband will thank me for later, if you ever allow him to touch you again." That sounded ominous, and she was unable to talk, a soft moan escaping her lips, much to her surprise.

"Are you ready to make your first payment, fucktoy?" The crudity shocked her, and she managed to nod her head once in acquiescence, not trusting her voice. She shuddered as she imagined having to go upstairs with him. She hoped it would not be her marital bed, they had a spare room, and that would be more suitable, she thought.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Seeing her nod, Thomas didn't move to get up from the couch at all. Instead, his hand slid back down the front of her body, between her breasts, to grip the hem of her dress. It seemed as if he didn't have either her marital bed, or a guest bedroom in mind as he began to tug the garment upward, revealing more of her thighs. "Good, because I've been wanting this since I walked in the door," he told her, his fingertips grazing the flesh of her thighs as the fabric came up. His hazel eyes remained locked on her face as he began to lean in closer to her.

As the hem of her dress began to reach the point where it would reveal her panties, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, possessively, in a way that Greg never had...perhaps that Greg was not capable of. His tongue darted in around hers, exploring her mouth as if he owned it. A groan of pleasure came from his throat as his hands continued to work with her dress, caught as it now was under her ass.

Greg's eyes grew wide as he watched this mobster, this scum, not only laying hands on his wife, but kissing her with more passion than he knew he had ever been able to muster. Biting his lip, all he could do was look on, with the two thugs standing between him and what was happening on his couch.

 

[sallythescorpian]

"Good, because I've been wanting this since I walked in the door," Cheryl felt ridiculously pleased at his flattering words, despite what it meant for her. She chastised herself for that silly feeling, and pressed her thighs together as she felt her hem being dragged upward.

He began to kiss her, pressing his mouth hard agianst hers, his tongue in her mouth, duelling with hers, and she was shocked, and didn't moved for a moment. He did NOT intend on doing this here, did he, in her living room, infront of his men, and her husband, but evidently he did.

She had never so much as necked with Greg outside of their bedroom, and the groan emitted from the mobsters throat, caused a strange feeling inside of her. She lifted her ass, so he could pull her skirt fully up, and she wondered afterward why she had done that. Her legs fell slightly apart, and she felt his fingers between then seconds later, tugging her sensible panties off.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

He smiled against her lips as she lifted her ass for him, enjoying her unconscious submission to his desire. Once the skirt of her dress was out of the way, his hand moved to her panties to begin pulling them off, wanting them out of the way as well. If he cared that they had an audience, it did not show as he continue to kiss her hungrily as he slid the undergarment down her legs, tossing them on the floor at Greg's feet once they were off, who simply looked on in despair.

When Thomas finally broke the kiss, his teeth caught Cheryl's bottom lip, tugging at it before finally letting it go, leaving it slightly throbbing. Grinning into her eyes, he reached behind her neck and snapped the cord holding up the top of her dress with his finger, such that the front fell down, exposing her breasts. "Now that is a sight," he said, the burning lust in his eyes apparent as he looked at her, allowing his finger to graze her nipple as it was exposed.

Greg was fuming; that much was clear to anyone watching him. His knuckles went white on the arms of the chair he was sitting in when Cheryl's panties landed on the floor between his feet. Despite all of this, however, he could not help his own cock hardening inside his pants as he watched her body being put on display so lewdly on the couch by Mancini.

 

[sallythescorpian]

Cherly was in a state of total denial. She could not believe that this was actually happening! She realised that her skirt was around her hips, and it took all she had not to readjust the hem. She knew it was pointless though.

Mancini snagged and removed her panties, and threw them to Greg, and she felt incredibly exposed, pressing her thighs together. Not only had Greg never seen her like this, there was also the two goons eyeing her most private parts, not to mention Mancini!!

Suddenly the top of her dress went too, and she was suddenly topless!!! her hands went straigh to her breasts, trying to cover them, and she crossed her legs, trying to hide her womanhood! She was red from head to toe, embarrassed and utterly humiliated, as she sat, to all intents and purposes, naked in the centre of her living room, with four men in the room!!

 

[OrgasmBandit]

Though this was all happening in front of a small audience, Thomas didn't pay them any mind at all by this point. His attention was focused entirely on her, and the way she blushed and tried to hide her partial nudity only seemed to make him enjoy her more. Kneeling up, he allowed her to continue covering herself for the moment as he removed his jacket and tie, then unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a firm, muscular chest covered in dark hair. His hand then moved downward, unfastening his belt, then his pants.

As he pushed them down, pulling his boxers as well, he grinned maliciously into her eyes as he spoke, "I don't know why you would want to hide something so beautiful, Cheryl. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of...unless of course, that hot little pussy of yours is already wet for me. I can understand why you might not want Greg to see that." As he finished removing his pants, he revealed a long, thick cock that was already swollen for her, putting her husband to shame.

Greg actually came out of the chair at Thomas' words this time, but quickly sat back down as the thugs moved at him, holding his hands up pleadingly. "I...I won't move again, I promise," he told them, begging off as they seemed to get ready to beat on him. His begging prompted them to look at one another, then nod, backing up just a little.