Thread: You're My Father? (nothingbutporcelain and Quietman)

Cyrus Boss Adams sat at his desk fuming .... he was pissed at the events of tonight ... his best dancer Candy, one who he had under his thumb and so dearly loved to take advantage of, had done something very stupid. She had let things get entirely too far out of hand .... She had come close before, but had always turn the tide back in her favor ... tonight was different ... she had pushed this guy to the edge with her teasing and let him get the jump on her ... she had been in the process of getting raped when Boss had sent the Bull in to break it up .... good thing he and Bull had been watching the monitors. Boss had been watching the whole thing on camera ... well most of it ... he had been verbally reaming Bull's ass out about some security issues that had come to his attention ... but still, even when deep in business meetings or ass chewings Boss kept an eye on Candy .... she was his golden girl .... big money making little whore is what she really was to him ... truth be known .... but Boss didn't deal a lot of truths ... he dealt out whatever it took for him to prosper .... what was good for Boss ... fuck everyone else .... not saying others didn't gain from that ... everyone working here was paid good for the services they rendered .... but Boss rendered a lot of extra services when he could .... and with this little slut .... he could ... and did ....often. Shut up , bitch ... he snarled across the desk at Candy ... I don't wanna hear shit from you .... you just sit there and listen Boss paused for effect .... intimidation, he had that power down pat .... he used that to his advantage .... he used it to get people to do things they ordinarily would not do ... not just sexual favors ... he used intimidation to get friendship, love, money, loyalty ... you name it ... he used intimidation to get everything .... and he used it well. You almost fucked up tonight Candy ..... how many times I gotta tell you to make the motherfuckers behave .... tease the bastards sure ... you gotta make 'em want you ..... but don't lose your control ... and never fucking turn your back completely .... keep your fucking eye on 'em ..... hell, did you see the cock on that bastard? ...... he would have split you like firewood bitch! ..... geez, you barely can take my cock ... that fucker had a monster on him Candy Boss often had wondered whether his 5 inches were enough for Candy or any other woman for that matter .... but he had long ago found that the only size that truly mattered to most women was the size of your bank account ..... and in that department Boss had enough to make any whore moan. He knew that most often the moaning and squealing that Candy and the other girls did while he grunted and sweated on top of them was just for his benefit ..... but that was cool with him ... he looked at that as them paying respect .... it was just another example of the power he wielded over them ..... he intimidated them enough to deserve a moan for his troubles ... besides, the important part ... the whole point of the act was to get the cum drained from his balls .... that was all he wanted and they better damn sure get it done .... and in a timely manner. He sat back in his chair .... another pause for effect .... while pausing he looked Candy over. His greedy little eyes taking in her beauty .... he knew he was lucky .. this one here could go anywhere in the state and make big money ... if she only realized what she had .... that was the key here and Boss knew it .... he knew he had to keep her under his thumb, but never squeeze hard enough to piss her off enough to venture out .... 'cause if he ever let her roam she would never come back .... so yeah, he intimidated, he pressured, but he also praised and rewarded ... just enough to balance it out. Look bitch .... you know how much trouble your bullshit could get me into .... all it would take is the ATF to send in one undercover agent and you let the motherfucker finger your twat and I am out of business! .... he barked at Candy That is why we have the no touch rule .... anything that can be misunderstood as sexual contact or prostitution in any manner will put locks on my doors .... Boss growled at the girl. Sure you're hot and a big draw, sure you put a lot of money in my pocket, and hell yeah I like your blowjobs ... but even considering all of that ... honey you ain't worth losing my business over ..... I found you on the streets, I gave you a place to stay and a job .... if you don't get your head out of your ass sugar ... you may find it right back out there ..... now what's it gonna take to get that through that pretty little empty head? .... Boss was almost screaming , he was fucking furious!