======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.texas.net!imci2!imci3!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in2.uu.net!news.ios.com!news2.ios.com!usenet From: pcrook19 <pcrook19@ally.ios.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: POC: HARD MONEY CHAPTER 3 Date: 1 Apr 1996 18:54:31 GMT Organization: Internet Online Services Lines: 527 Message-ID: <4jp8p7$3dp@news2.ios.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp-41.ts-12.hck.idt.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.2 (Windows; U; 16bit) Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:143628 The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. This material is distributed as "For Adults Only" and possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of this material, do not read it and delete it immediately. If you are easily offended by sexually orientated material, stop reading now. If you don't like sex please stop reading now. The author in no way condones or promotes such acts. This is the world of fantasy only, and is not a representation of real life situations. Comments, encouragement is gratefully received; flames are rapidly dispatched to the void. This story contains: MF MMF MM nc oral bd All right reserved. HARD MONEY - CHAPTER 3 - APPROVAL BY POC After cashing Symore's check at the bank, which took the better part of an hour and a half, because of the large amount and the fact the Sally had requested all cash she drove home to check on Harry. She found Harry sitting up in bed and looking much better than earlier in the day. "How you feeling honey?" She asked him, and she did really care how he was. She set the bag of money on the dresser. "Oh, better, I guess." He didn't sound better. "You look a lot better. Been able to get up at all?" She stepped to the side of the bed and gave him a peck on his un-swollen cheek. He offered her a weak smile and answered. "Yeah. Hell, I can even take a piss all by my self. Aren't I a big boy now?" Sally detected a lot of sarcasm and self pity in his voice. "What's wrong Harry? I mean, besides having the shit kicked out of you, then being forced to watch your wife strip necked in front of a total stranger and jerk him off, who incidentally happened to be the same guy that cleaned your clock, and let's see.... Oh yeah... lest we forget, you owe forty thousand to the mob, we wouldn't want to forget that now do we. Well, Harry is that about it.... Is that why my little Pookie is all upset... hum?" "God damn it Sally, I.....!" He started to yell. "God damn it Sally nothing Harry!" She yelled back. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Do you think this has been a fucking hay ride for me? Deal with it Harry! It all happened! It fucking happened and there's nothing we can do about it now! So if you can take a piss by yourself you can get your sorry ass out of that bed and start acting like a man......" She was going to continue chastising him until she saw him bury his swollen face between his hands and his whole body start to shake with violent sobbing. Sally sat down on the edge of the bed and cradled him in her arms. "Oh Harry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm so very sorry." She tried to soothe him. In between sobs he said. "Oh Sally..... That's just it.... What kind of a man let's his wife get raped in front of him..... I'm not a man! I'm... I'm a.... a fucking..... fucking ...... God I don't know what I am!" "Harry. Harry. Harry." She pulled him tighter to herself. "Your a kind wonderful man. Do you think the measure of a man is someone that can beat somebody else up, or can force a woman to have sex with him? That's not a man Harry. Every animal on God's good earth, from the smallest Nat to the largest elephant has the ability to get a hard on and ram it into the female of the species. No Harry that's not a real man.... Your a real man Harry, one that has the guts to deal with every day life. To pay taxes, to pledge love and care about someone besides yourself. Yes Harry your the real man and..... your the best lover a woman could ever want. When you take me to bed it feels special and wonderful. You understand a woman's needs, you take the time to press every sexual button on by body sending electrical sparks across all my erotic zones allowing me to feel like a woman, and allowing me to enjoy being a woman not just some hole for storing sperm. Every man has a cock Harry, any every man can fuck with it, but only the best of men understand the real sex organ is the mind and not that thing that hangs between their legs. I love you Harry and I need you to get strong because I want to keep you as a friend and as a lover." She pulled his hands away from his face then kissed him ever so gently on his swollen mouth. "Oh God Sally, I love you so much. I don't want to loose you. I was so afraid you'd hate me, because.... because I couldn't do anything about what happened to you and I'm such a fuck up with the bar and everything else.... I just laid here thinking about how much of a looser I am and wondering why someone like you would even want to stay with me. I even stopped worrying about what would happen to me if I couldn't pay back the money, my only concern was how to make sure you didn't get hurt again." "It's okay Harry. I got the money." "What!" "I said I've got the money. Symore gave me the loan." "I can't believe it." He was genuinely shocked. "That's good. Isn't it?" The last was a question. "Yes. That's good. We'll get out of this mess then make a fresh start of it. The money's over there in the bag." She pointed out the paper sack the bank had given her to carry the large amount of cash in. "Wow! I still don't believe it. Your really something. You know that." She had made him feel a little better about himself and it had nothing at all to do with her getting the money, it was because she still loved him. "I'm something all right." She joked. "I'm not quite sure what, but I'm something. Well I've still got a lot to do today yet, so you just relax and take it easy. I'll be back later this afternoon." He was confused. "What is it you have to do? Shouldn't we go and pay off those blood suckers?" "Well, I wanted to restock the bar and get it ready for a grand opening under new management, and as for paying the loan, I'm sure they'll come to us. We'll just wait." She had a plan but thought it best not to say anything to Harry. "Wait a minute Sally. What do you mean new management"? "I mean me silly. After all I'm a full partner. It's about time I started acting like one." "Oh. Okay." He liked the idea of Sally taking an interest in the bar. "But about the loan.... I don't want anything..... anything else happening to you. I don't know what I'd do. I really don't want the bastard in this house again." "It'll be all right. Don't worry about it. Nothing else is going to happen to me. I know what I'm doing." She sounded, and was confident. Over the next three days Sally used some of the extra five thousand dollars she had gotten from Symore to restock the bar, pay the satellite bill and order additional television channel services so each of the five monitors could be tuned to a different sports event, then she put up signs announcing the clubs opening under new management. She also spent several hundreds of dollars purchasing an assortment of specialty items from a local sex shop and six hundred dollars on a 9MM unregistered automatic. The day the bar was to re-open Harry's face had healed enough that he wouldn't scare away any customers so he decided to help Sally with the opening. He was a bit skeptical when he first saw Sally dress herself in jeans and a San Diego Chargers football jersey at least three sizes too small. "Christ honey." He commented. "Why not just go naked? Your nipples are about to punch holes through that jersey and even if I hadn't ever seen you undressed, I'd know what all your private parts looked like dressed in those jeans. They leave nothing to the imagination." "Yeah I know. Great isn't it?" She commented. "If you want hot water, you don't turn on the cold tap." The opening went extremely well and by the weekend Sally was forced to hire a young good looking girl, named Tonya to help waitress in order to manage the crowd the new 'Goal line sports bar' under new management was bringing in. The new girl using Sally as a roll model, dressed herself appropriately and both women were taking in fifty to a hundred dollars a day in tips alone. Naturally they suffered the occasional pinch or slap on the ass, and the constant peeking down their jersey tops by customers with the hope of catching a glimpse of a breast or two when they leaned over to serve beer or drinks. Both lady's hoped their exaggerated leaning wasn't too very obvious, they knew a sneak peek was generally much more exciting to a man. By Thursday of the following week the bar was in full swing and showing very good profit. Harry would have been as happy as two lovers 'punting on the themes' if it were not for worrying over why nobody had shown up to collect the loan money. It was well past the extra time he had been given.... or rather, that Sally had bought for him and he was extremely nervous, but every time he talked to Sally about it she merely remarked. "Don't worry about it. I've got it covered." Christ! he wished he knew what she meant by that, but she had been handling everything else so well while he had wallowed in self pity he didn't feel it his place to demand an explanation. He knew she hadn't paid the loan off because the money was still hidden where Sally had put it, but curiously enough Sally had gotten the address of the loan office, (if you could call it a loan office) from him. That morning he discussed with Sally the possibility of her opening the bar by herself so he could take some of the profit the bar had made and re-pay the money his brother had lent him. Sally thought it was a splendid idea, knowing it would boost Harry's ego paying back his brother, and it wouldn't be that busy in the morning that she and Tonya couldn't handle both tending bar and waitressing. Sally opened the bar at ten that morning and Tonya came in an hour later to start her shift. At eleven thirty the big man walked in. When Sally saw the man that had raped and tormented her walk in she lost all the self confidence she'd previously displayed to her husband and convinced herself she had, it was replaced with cold sharp fear and hatred. He was not supposed to show up here. That was not how she had planned it. She watched the big man take a seat at the far end of the bar then felt a momentary spear of panic when he used his index finger to call her over to him. Bottling up and attempting to mask a fright much greater than any child had embraced of creatures hidden under their beds at night, she went to where he sat. "Old Ace is fucking with me again little lady. I told you what I'd do to him if he ever fucked with me again." "No.... No we have your money.... All of it not just the payment. The full forty thousand. We've just been waiting for you to pick it up." "Okay. So where's it?" He asked. "We'll have the money at home, you can pick it up tonight at the house." "Old Ace ain't at the house I've just come from there. Where is good old Ace?" "I know... You don't think we'd leave that much money just laying around do you? Harry's getting it now. You'll have it tonight." He snickered a little. "You know you two sure are a trip. A fucking trip. Always fucking with me." Then in a much lower tone he said. "If I don't have that money in my hands tonight I'm going to fuck good old Ace up the ass, rip his heart out then fuck the hole in his chest!" Sally did not reply. The big man looked across the bar at Sally. "By the way, you sure do look hot. God Damn! If your nipples were any bigger or harder they'd stretch that material tighter than a bull's ass at fly time." He leaned over the bar looking down. "Shit! I can see your little pussy crack and lips in them jeans too." "Tonight... Come by tonight." She was attempting to change the subject. "You can bet that firm little ass of yours I'll come by tonight. But for now let's go in the back room so we can discuss the details." Her heart started to pound. "There's nothing to discuss. Just come by and pick up the money. That's all there is." He leaned across the bar putting his face an inch away from hers. "I said we need to discuss some details. I can always bust up the bar then drag your sweet ass in the back or we can go nicely. Up to you." Using all her will power to control both fear and her bladder, afraid she might wet her pants, she ask Tonya to keep an eye on the place and headed toward the back where they stored the extra cases of beer and liquor, wondering if her plan was worth all this. The plans success depended on the big man picking up the money at their house, and she had to be there, not here at the bar. She found she had to concentrate to keep her knees from buckling as she walked. Once they were in the back room he reached around her body and stuffed his hands under her jersey grasping her uncovered breasts. He kneaded and squeezed her soft mounds while pinching her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. "God Damn! I almost forgot how nice your tits were. Here turn around and let me look at um again." He spun her around so she was facing him and raised her top exposing her breasts. "Oh yeah! You really got yourself a pair of peaches all right. Those melons look good enough to eat." He leaned down taking each nipple into his mouth drawing his tongue across the grained top surface. "Wait... Wait until tonight. Tonight I'll give you anything you want. I need to get back to the bar right now. Okay? If you wait I'll let you do anything to me you want to. Anything." Her stomach was churning so badly she felt she might throw up at any second. He pulled his mouth away from her breasts. "Remember when I said I almost forgot how nice your tits were... Well I sure never forgot how nice your pussy was. Your fucking cunt is as addicting as heroin. Get those jeans down I've got to pop you right now." "Tonight. I'll give it all to you then. Everything. Wouldn't you rather I gave it to you than you just taking it. You'd enjoy it a lot more I promise. And.... I could enjoy it too." She developed a lump in her throat and found the next words hard to say. "Tonight I'd like to feel your big stiff cock up my tight virgin ass hole. Nobody's ever fucked me there before. If you wait you can have my virgin hole." "Fuck that. You'll give me everything including your ass tonight anyway. Right now you've got my rod so fucking hard if I don't slide it up in that snatch of yours it'll explode." He fumbled at her jeans snap with his hands. "Help me get these fucking things off now!" He reached down squeezed between her legs until she yelped in pain and helped him open her pants. Not waiting for her to slide them down he griped the top of her jeans yanking them downward carrying her panties along with then. Almost instantly she felt his hard cock pushing upward between her legs probing at her slit opening. The tight jeans bundled just below her knees made for a tight fit but soon she felt the head of his dick push past her vagina lips and enter her, instantly she was slammed forward flat against the wall as he violently drove his flesh sword up to its hilt into her female sheath. He pounded into her from behind compressing her breasts flat on the smooth surface of the drywall. He continued pumping his swollen cock into her so vigorously several times she was literally lifted completely off the ground supported by nothing more than his throbbing lust shaft as it impaled her. "Ohhh... Fuckk.. Ohooo.. I'm not going to forget this pussy ever. Ohhhh... Goddd....Aaaaa..." He took one of her breasts in one of his hand, using the other hand to grip over her blonde pubic hairs surrounding and over her mound. Both his hands started squeezing harder and harder until his pressure was released in the form of an orgasmic explosion pumping hot jizzum out of his balls, through his cock, and into Sally's non-consentual Vagina. "AAA.... Fuckkk.... Meee.. I love pumping my load inside you, you fucking slut! Can you feel it whore.... Aaaaaa... Can you feel my hot juice's filling your twat!... Ooooo...Yeah!" Then it was over. He had finally come. His cock slipped out of her hole and he placed the palm of his hand flat across her ass feeling her cheeks. "Have I ever told you your a good piece of ass? I must have. Man! Your a good piece." Two of his fingers slipped into her ass crack spreading her rear cheeks apart. She felt one of his fingers lightly circle around her rear hole, then a sharp pain as the finger pushed in up to the first joint. "So tonight your going to let me fuck this tight virgin hole huh. My dick is getting hard just thinking about it. Make sure you have some boy butter on hand or my fat cock will rip that little hole apart. Kinda like ripping you a new ass hole." He laughed alone at his poor taste joke. He backed away and pulled up his pants. "Now you better listen little girl. I'll be over early this evening around ten and I expect the money to be there. No excuses. If it ain't there you ain't got no husband. You try and run I'll find you. Try and hide I'll find you. I will not be fucked with again. Comprenda." With that he turned and left. Fortunately there was a bathroom in the rear where Sally could wash off the cum that was running down her legs. She wished for a douse so she could flush out all traces of the pig's sperm inside of her, but without one available she cleaned up as well as she could, then pulled up her jeans and walked out into the bar on shaky legs. Tanya didn't ask her any questions and she didn't offer any explanations thankful for Tanya's discretion. At around two in the afternoon Harry showed up looking much more relaxed. He waved to Tonya then joined Sally behind the bar and gave her a peck on the cheek. The bar was fairly full and Sally had told him it might not look right if he gave her a full on kiss in front of customers. Customers liked to believe she was available to perhaps get lucky with. "Hi." He said cheerfully. "How'd it go today?" "Okay." She answered. "Everything went okay." He looked at her. "You all right? You seem a little down." "I'm fine." She lied. "There's just some things I need to take care of. You and Tonya cover the bar, I'll see you at home tonight. Oh! Yeah! Your going to have to close early today I need you home by nine tonight." "Huh! Why by nine? Sally... What's going on?" "You just be there. Gotta run. Nine right?" "Sally! Hey wait! Sally!" He called after her as she left without turning back. Because of the big man having shown up at the bar and not at her home, Sally changed the sequence of her plan just a little. Sally retrieved the bag containing the forty thousand dollars from its hiding place, changed her top then drove to the address Harry had given her for the loan office. The loan office was located in one of the better parts of downtown on the top floor of a twenty story bank building, of all things. Sally took the express elevator to the top floor then stepped out into a large reception area. She walked over to a semi-circular counter with a mousy looking bleach blond woman seated behind it. The mousy blond looked up and Sally said. "I'm here to see Anthony Francella." "Do you have an appointment Miss....." The mouse asked in a snooty tone. "Richards. And It's Mrs., Mrs. Harry Richards. And no I don't have an appointment, but I'm sure he'll see me. It's a matter of money." "I'm sorry Mrs. Richards, but everything around here is a matter of money. Without an appointment There's nothing I can do." The mouse looked pleased with herself. "Yes there is. You can get on that intercom and let him know I'm here. He can make the decision whether or not to see me." "I'm sorry. That's impossible I....." The mouse started to say but was interrupted when Sally grabbed a handful of Bleached blond hair, yanked it sideways, then flung the mouse along with her roller chair across the room. Sally reached over the counter top and pushed down on the intercom button. "Yes?" A speakered voice ask from the box. "I'm Sally Richards. I'm out in your lobby and I have forty thousand dollars for you." A door to her right opened and a dark hared man at least as large a the big man stepped out. He didn't say a word but took the bag from Sally, opened it and looked inside, then returned it to her. "Gotta make sure you ain't packun. Hold up your arms." He said nonchalantly. Sally had seen enough movies to know she was going to be padded down so she lifted her arm even with her shoulders. The dark hared man ran his hands along her sides then slowed down a little when he rubbed her ass and breasts. "Sorry gotta check. Spread your legs." He told her not sounding sorry at all. Sally spread her legs and his hand slid back and forth over the jeans material. "Like I could hide anything in pants this tight." She said while he felt her crutch. "Orders are orders." he answered. Then in a quieter tone added. "Some better than others." "Go ahead." He said pointing to the open door. Sally entered the office and the dark hared man remained outside but pulled the door closed after her. She saw a gray templed man between the age of fifty five to seventy five, she just couldn't tell, with heavy jowls and large bushy gray eye brows seated behind a large oak desk. He pointed to one of two chairs positioned across from his desk and sally sat in it. "Sally Richards." The man said. "I just looked at my records and came up with a Harry Richards. Any relationship?" "My husband Mister Francella." She answered. "I see. So... How may I be of service?" "Look...." Sally said. "This thing is really out of hand, I..." "Please. Mrs. Richards." He interrupted. "Perhaps this is a matter best handled by Mister Richards." "No sir. Not at all. Just hear me out. Please." "Very well, but please be brief. As much as I enjoy the company of a beautiful woman, unavoidably, I have other commitments." "I will be brief sir. My husband took out a loan with... with your... a... company. And as I sure your aware, he had some trouble early on making the payments. Right?" She was very nervous and paused. Francella seemed annoyed with her pause and said. "Mrs. Richards, I'm aware of all that. The fact of the matter is he hasn't made any good faith attempt to repay this obligation what so ever. Not one thin dime have I seen Mrs. Richards. Please tell me something I don't already know." His words inspired her. She had assumed on only having suggestions in her arsenal to offer the big man's boss about the big man creaming funds off the top. Well, that and deliberately lying that she herself had given money to the big man which she felt had not been reported because of his constant demand for additional funds even after the months obligation had been met. Now after finding out Francella hadn't received the thirty seven hundred and twelve dollars, her hunch about the big man had been confirmed. That same hunch had told her, her telling would not be the first time the big man's boss had heard he was stealing from him. She prayed that fact was correct. "That just it Mister Francella," She said with all earnest. "he has made payments. I believe that....that thug you sent over has been keeping the money for himself, and if I'm any kind of judge of character I'm sure we're not the only one's he's doing it to." She paused again but this time Francella didn't seem to mind and waited for her to continue. "That's why I wanted to see you personally. If I gave the money to him I fear you would never see it. Here..." She stood up and set the bag of money on top of the desk then sat down again. "This is forty thousand dollars. .It's actually more than we really owe you because... that... that monster kept every thing else for himself.... but Harry and I just have to end this thing... and we decided it was best to bring you the entire forty thousand in case you didn't believe us about him taking the money. So there..." She pointed to the bag. "...you take it and please, and please leave us alone." She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. Francella didn't say anything for several long seconds then joining his finger tips together forming a "v" with his hands just under his lower lip he said. " Here. Here. Mrs. Richards. I don't think it should come as a surprise, but this isn't the first time I've been told about Mark." Sally assumed Mark was the name of the big man. "Tell me Mrs. Richards, how much money had you and Mister Richards given to Mark?" "Twelve thousand two hundred and twelve dollars sir." She answered in her most honest straight forward voice. "Strange sum." He commented as he emptied the bag out onto the desk then returned twenty thousand dollars back to the bag. He stood up and handed the bag to Sally. "For your troubles Mrs. Richards. Consider your husbands loan paid." "Oh my. I.. I don't know what to say sir. Thank you." She said in her most grateful voice. "Now if you will excuse me, that commitment I had mentioned." He held out his hand to help her out of the chair. "Oh yes sir of course. But what about Mark... you know if he comes around?" "I shouldn't worry about that Mrs. Richards. Mark will not be bothering anyone..." A short pause, then.... "again." "But sir... If he should... lets just suppose he did attempt to extort us again....would you have any problems if I gave him back to you say a little. .. a little.... let's call it damaged?" He looked at her very strangely. "I detect there must be more to you than just meets the eye Mrs. Richards, but to answer your question. It wouldn't bother me in the very least." She offered him her most pleasant smile, then asked. "Assuming sir, he was to suffer some... of this damage, is there any appropriate place to return him to you? I certainly don't think you'd appreciate finding him here at your offices." Now he offered her a smile. "I'm grateful for your consideration Mrs. Richards. I think pier twelve, dock nine at warehouse "D "would be acceptable." Sally returned home and after taking several of the specialty items she had purchased from the sex shop out of the black plastic bag, she cleverly attached them to the rafters and walls inside the garage. Satisfied with the new garage decorations she inspected the 9mm automatic, making sure it was loaded and the safety was off then made herself a pot of strong black coffee and waited for Harry to come home and ten o'clock. Phase two of her plan was a little out of order but was accomplished. END OF CHAPTER THREE -