Thread: Wealth and Power (Aldir, Snow white)

Bright green eyes met the stare of one of the many men that were looking at Maureen Hathaway as she walked out of the bar. The redheaded bomb shell was walking out of the bar with a purse full of money. The deal had gone good, and she was paid for it. Dealing drugs was a tricky business but Maureen had mastered it, and was now working for one of the biggest drug cartels in the states. The boss she worked for loved her and her ways. She was a beautiful 23 year old girl who could get her way out of any situation with nothing but her words. She was not only good with getting out of bad situations, which she had been put into many but shew as also a very good persuader. She made deals to transport, sell, even buy bigger companies out of the drug business completely all with words and her amazing body which she used to her advantage. But what made her one of the best was her reputation as not only one of the most confidant drug cartel workers out there but also for the fact that she had never once given her self to a man or woman sexually. She was a virgin and it made her all the more special. Though many people had tried to get into her pants she never let them. She walked out into the street, she wore a tight fitting white dress that hugged her every curve. She was fit, she had to be fit for the job she had, not only did she make deals but she also made sure that nothing went wrong, which meant she would be at every transport, waiting for the ship with the drugs to arrive, she witnessed most hits on targets of the cartel whether it had been a business man threating to tell the cops, or a member working as a spy for another cartel. She could shoot a gun just as she could settling a deal. She worked out three times a week at the gym in her apartment building when she wasn't out doing business. She had made a good reputation for herself. The heels of her white stiletto boots clicked on the pavement as she waled to her car, a newer dodge charger that was parked in the lot at the side of the bar. She had been 19 when she started in the drug business, her father had worked for the cartel until he was killed in a deal gone wrong. She had known about her fathers job, she had been in the house many times when the meetings were held there. They had no secrets her and her father, she knew everything. He had been the one who taught her how to throw a punch and shoot a gun. So when he died the cartel needed a new person to take his place and as his daughter she thought she owed it to her father to become as good as he had been. But as she unlocked her car door she was grabbed from behind. She struggled as hard as she could, punching one of her attackers in the face hard before the other one stabbed a needle into her arm and she fell into a dark hole inside her own mind. When she woke up she was in a cell. No longer in the tight fitting white dress but naked and tied up. She looked around her, her red hair hung around her face in long soft locks that nearly reached her waist. She had always loved her red hair, she had gotten it from her mother who had died of cancer when she was 3, it had been the only feature she had gotten from her mother. Her nice figure and C cup breasts she had gotten from her fathers side of the family. She said nothing as she looked out into the dimly lit hallway in front of her cell. She recognized the hallway, she had walked in it not two months before looking at the many slaves that were in them. She frowned, why the hell was she in a slave auction house? She struggled against the ropes for a moment before a large black man walked to her cell and opened it. He was laughing at something the man beside him had said. This is the last one, she is the best of all of the ones we've been celling all night. She was in the cartel, but I guess her boss thinks shes worth more money in the slave trade. He said to the other man. The cut her loose from her bindings, and she jumped at the white man who had been talking to the black on, so her boss thought she was worth more as a sex slave? She frowned at that before throwing a punch at the black guy. But he grabbed her and pinned her arms while the white guy tied hands behind her back. She tried kicking out but the black guy picked her up and the white one stayed out of kicking reach. They set her up on the stage. She held her head high, kicking out one last time at the white man, catching him in the shin with her foot, she didn't care if the buyers on the floor watched. When the white man stumbled and cursed rubbing his shin she grinned showing off her straight white teeth. Next time I'll be kicking you in the balls. She hissed he went to hit her but the black man grabbed him and hauled him off the stage. The auctioneer stood away from her as he began talking about talking about how she had worked in the cartel until her boss sold her to the auction because he was worried that she would take over his cartel if he let her work any more. She frowned, even though she had thought about it she knew her father would have never wanted her running a cartel. After talking about her success in work he talked about her more private information, like that she was even with the deals she had made she was a virgin and then he went into prices. And that was when the bidding started. She looked at the old a new money buyers as they began to throw numbers out. But as that happened and even as the auctioneer had talked about her, she never once looked down or away frown the crowed. She looked at them all, her burning green eyes taking them in, her head held high. She as showing them she would not be easily broken. And she knew she had gotten the message across, she would be impossible to break, or so she thought.