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Buteland City; a sordid city of criminals, corrupt politicians and nefarious goings on. Many have tried to clean it up with no success, for every corner can tell a sordid tale. Come and explore it.
The Buteland Tales: The Prize Fighter & The Trophy Wife
Starring Olivia Munn
Cal Goodman was not a stupid man, he knew that if you crossed the wrong person in Buteland your life could be made hell; if it was even allowed to carry on. Whether on purpose or not, he had crossed Argentos by not losing the fight and now he knew he had to get out of dodge before the Peruvian businessman could find him. There were one or two people who could hide him for a few days while the furore calmed down allowing him to head out of town safely.
He knew going back to this apartment was a mistake but he had to get his stash bag. Dressed in a dirty red hoodie, denim jacket and a pair of jeans, he stood across the road from the apartment entrance for an hour before approaching; there was no sign of anyone entering or leaving the building. He rushed across with the hood over his head to avoid being recognised and entered as swiftly as he could.
The sight that greeted him was shocking, his entire world had been torn apart and his possessions were littered everywhere. Argentos must have sent a crew to tear the place apart looking for a clue as to where Cal was or where he was going to go. Luckily the boxer was smarter than that and didn't leave anything around the apartment besides his 'Get Out' pack; this consisted of a bedroll, a gun and a bag of cash which he kept under the floorboards. His eyes shot to the table where the television used to sit, it looked untouched.
Cal breathed a sigh of relief as he walked to the table. There was no time for being neat anymore and he threw the table off to the side, the cover revealing itself as the legs of the table moved away from the floor. The prizefighter pulled the floorboard up to reveal an empty hole, they must have discovered it and taken it. He closed his eyes to think for a moment; he didn't have very long to decide what to do when he heard a trigger click behind him.
"Put your hands up and turn around very slowly." the female voice ordered.
Cal shook his head in disappointment with himself as he did exactly what the voice had ordered to him. He turned slowly expecting to see several people but was greeted by just one, a very beautiful brunette woman who he recognised instantly.
"Olivia. What a lovely surprise."
Olivia Munn was well known around Buteland as a socialite and, more importantly, as Argentos's wife. She and Cal didn't have much to do together but they had brushed shoulders a few times over the years as Cal had done a few extra curricular jobs for Argentos besides being a boxer. He had never imagined seeing her in his apartment; especially pointing a gun at his head.
"Olivia? How informal for someone who has just fucked over my husband."
"All I did was win."
"You don't win. You never win. You're incredibly reliable in that sense."
"I don't see how I could be held responsible for punching harder than the other guy. QMaybe Mr Argentos should choose his fighters a bit better."
"He gets Mr Argentos and I get Olivia? Maybe you should understand your audience a little bit better."
Olivia smiled at him as she saw the advantage she had. The momentary pause allowed Cal to take in the beauty of the half-Filipino. Her hair was perfectly straight and she only wore a little bit of makeup to highlight her natural beauty, she was considered one of the most desired women in the City and it was easy to see why. Her body was encased in a white wrap dress that showed off every curve, not the bustiest girl Cal had seen but her body looked incredibly fit.
"Look, I'm just a fighter. I only did what came naturally and I haven't stolen anything off him. Now I just want to leave and start a new life" Cal pleaded.
"You put a massive bet on yourself."
"I always put a bet on myself." He shot back.
"But this time you went all in and made a killing; he has noticed it's already gone to Switzerland. My husband tried to block it but it had already gone through, he didn't expect you to have brains. In fact, he now thinks you drugged Darren and he's putting him through a full drug test. The poor guy won't last much longer than that I'm afraid."
"I didn't drug him, he was just green and made his weaknesses too obvious."
"Weak chin, didn't protect his body and was looking for an early knockout; you knew he couldn't last long."
Cal nodded his head with shock at her analysis.
"Don't give me that look, women can like boxing just as much as men. We're not all distracted by strong, ripped bodies." Olivia said as she leaned forward slightly, showing a hint of cleavage to him. "Now take your clothes off."
Cal looked at her quizzically before the woman waved the gun to urge him to get on with it. The boxer slowly took off his hoodie and top to leave him topless in front of her, part of him knew what was going to happen as Argentos had a habit of leaving naked corpses as a message to others to not mess with him. He was soon down to his underwear and looked at the woman again. She nodded her head in a way to tell him that he wasn't finished and let out a huff of breath, he didn't want to die naked. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down his legs, his semi-erect cock coming into view of Olivia.
Cal had never taken steroids as he was never a body guy so he had never suffered the side effects and had a decent-sized length in his pants. A smile came across Olivia's face as she looked at his cock even if it was only semi-erect. Cal was unsure what to do when Olivia placed the gun down on the side table before rising from the chair. She wasn't as tall as him but she wore a big heel so her face was almost level with his own. She approached the boxer and ran her finger along his chest as she started to walk around him.
"My husband may count himself as a businessman but everyone knows what he is. I obviously won't say it here because who knows who you might be working with." Olivia said as she stopped momentarily behind him.
Her touch was soft and it was clear she had manicured hands. She ran it with the lightest touch on his skin and it was having the desired effect on his body as his cock started to get towards its full hardness; he could feel Olivia looking at it over his shoulder. He knew he should go for the gun but he wanted to see where this went as he didn't want to hurt her.
"No one knows what I am though. Do you know what I am?" Olivia asked as she reached round to his front and looked down at his now erect 8-inch cock.
"Beautiful," he said instinctively before composing himself. "I know you're very persuasive. I've seen plenty of guys come to Argentos with fury in their eyes before you calm them down and they leave the best of friends."
"You have a keen eye. The truth is independent, I run my own 'business' that Argentos isn't even aware of. The truth is you made me a lot of money as well as yourself. Soon, I won't need him around anymore."
Olivia walked back to the chair slowly as though she was strutting for Cal. He took a moment to look at her in the tight dress and checked out her ass, he was sure she wasn't wearing anything underneath because the dress was so tight on her body. The boxer licked his lips as his cock stiffened up at her body. He wasn't sure what her game was as she picked up the gun and placed it into his bag.
"Argentos's time here is coming to an end soon; I'll need someone reliable when I take over from him," Olivia said as she closed the bag and slid it across to the door. "You've killed for him and you have no other future so I will make you a deal."
