DanFS
Literotica Cunnilinguist
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Michael 'Mickey' Kenny, was 43, and grateful that the meeting with a prospective 'business partner' had just finished.
He hated talk about earnings rates & territory growth. He understood that the young pups who wanted to expand his empire were trying to show they were keen and hungry to succeed, but in the good old days, he had taken what he wanted by the scruff of the neck and made it his own.
As the gathered men stood & shook hands, his assistants all smiles at the conclusion of another successful deal, his thoughts wandered to his young, beautiful wife.
In his line of work, it was a potential weakness to have family. Someone who could be used as leverage against you by a rival.
However, as he got older, he cared less & less for the grappling for position. His place was assured as a king of the South London underworld.
Brixton, Crystal Palace, Catford, Tower Hamlets, Southwark, Lambeth, Lewisham – all these areas felt his influence. If it was illegal and happening in these parts of London, Mickey was taking a cut somewhere, somehow.
His men ushered him out of the meeting room of the Hotel, hired for the gathering, and past the poorly disguised undercover police officer posing as a cleaner in the Hotel. She was pretty and diligent, but a little too obvious,
He couldn't resist saying "Hello, young police lady." to her as he walked past with a smile.
Once he was safely ensconced in his Jaguar saloon, with an assistant sat up-front with his driver, he pulled out his 'phone and called his wife, as they pulled away from the kerb.
"Hi Darlin' ". He said in his soft Irish brogue.
"Have ye been shopping again today, buyin' beautiful things?" He asked.
Although he could harbour a mean temper, this time, he just wanted to know what his young wife had been doing with his money.
He wanted to get home and take her in his arms.....
Michael 'Mickey' Kenny, was 43, and grateful that the meeting with a prospective 'business partner' had just finished.
He hated talk about earnings rates & territory growth. He understood that the young pups who wanted to expand his empire were trying to show they were keen and hungry to succeed, but in the good old days, he had taken what he wanted by the scruff of the neck and made it his own.
As the gathered men stood & shook hands, his assistants all smiles at the conclusion of another successful deal, his thoughts wandered to his young, beautiful wife.
In his line of work, it was a potential weakness to have family. Someone who could be used as leverage against you by a rival.
However, as he got older, he cared less & less for the grappling for position. His place was assured as a king of the South London underworld.
Brixton, Crystal Palace, Catford, Tower Hamlets, Southwark, Lambeth, Lewisham – all these areas felt his influence. If it was illegal and happening in these parts of London, Mickey was taking a cut somewhere, somehow.
His men ushered him out of the meeting room of the Hotel, hired for the gathering, and past the poorly disguised undercover police officer posing as a cleaner in the Hotel. She was pretty and diligent, but a little too obvious,
He couldn't resist saying "Hello, young police lady." to her as he walked past with a smile.
Once he was safely ensconced in his Jaguar saloon, with an assistant sat up-front with his driver, he pulled out his 'phone and called his wife, as they pulled away from the kerb.
"Hi Darlin' ". He said in his soft Irish brogue.
"Have ye been shopping again today, buyin' beautiful things?" He asked.
Although he could harbour a mean temper, this time, he just wanted to know what his young wife had been doing with his money.
He wanted to get home and take her in his arms.....