"Please, no marks, my husband," she gasped. She wiggled out of her blouse and skirt. Then she laid them with her bra on the desk before she led me over to the couch. We stayed connected for a couple of minutes. Then she put her hand between her legs and ran into the bathroom.
She came out of the restroom grinning. So, we have a deal. You close all your deals on this couch? I'll never tell. She laughed.
The next morning, I called and asked if I could bring the cash over that afternoon. She told me to come around 5:00 p.m. After me putting the money in the safe, it was another replay of the day before. She called my cell the next morning and told me the sellers had accepted my offer. I was invited to her office to celebrate that afternoon.
That became a two or three time a week thing for me. I was being intimate with Maryanne on Monday and Wednesday, sometimes at her office and other times if I was free during the day, she would come to my condo. It was exciting on Mondays especially. Her daughter Cindy was usually busy on Friday and Saturday with her sorority, but spent Sunday afternoons in my bed. After the first month, I let one of my top men, Marcus, join us for her first DP.
That turned out to be a mistake. Marcus was a big, ugly brute of a brother. That guy could have played middle linebacker for any pro team, but he had never even made it out of high school before he was sent to juvie. A couple of years later, he did a nickel for assault. He was my enforcer.
Every organization needs one. He keeps all my boys straight. Know what I mean? Okay, let's say one of my order takers is light when they settle up at night. Marcus pays him a visit.
Or say one of my delivery boys shorts a customer. Marcus handles those kinds of problems. I never had a problem with Cindy. She was always on time with the money. The problem was when Marcus and she started sneaking off together.
She had developed a thing for him and him for her. Let me explain. Marcus is black. I mean, black as in pure African tribe, black. I am more of a chocolate brown color.
Cindy seemed to love their skin contrast. Or maybe it was his brutal way of being intimate. On more than one occasion, I found out Marcus and her had met up at a hotel during the week. I took their secret meetings as a sign of disrespect. I let them play their little games until one day they pissed me off.