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    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 -