Introduction -- I started this story some time ago. I hope to finish it eventually. If you want to follow the storyline, I suggest reading the first three chapters before this one. I hope you enjoy.
Vladimir Petrova slammed his hand on his desk, overcome with rage. "How the fuck does this happen?! How does one fucking bitch cause us so much trouble?! What the fuck am I going to tell mother when I get back to the mansion? Four guys taken out in the garage! And now three more arrested, sitting in their van!" He looked at Maxim, his head of security. "Are your guys that fucking stupid? Being that obvious, sitting in a van and watching the bitch's house?"
Maxim knew his life was on the line now. He'd seen guys killed for less. "I guess they were, boss. I'll take care of them. Buckman is on it now, getting them out of jail. He said something about the cops not having probable cause. So the charges won't stick."
"I don't give a fuck about that!" Vlad screamed. "I give a fuck about their stupidity!" What he was really enraged about was the botched job of trying to abduct Sandy Fiore and losing four of his guys in the process.
Maxim sat in front of Vlad's desk, in silence. Afraid to say anything. As did the other three guys behind him, sitting in various spots around the office.
Lev was the shortest of the three at 5'11". But he was also the most ruthless and cruel of them. When they were given an assignment as a group, he was always the one in charge. Artur was the biggest of the three, standing at 6'7". And it was all rock solid muscle. He was just one of those guys blessed with really big genes. He was also the quiet one in the group. Rarely speaking, but always aware of everything going on around him. If it wasn't for his size he could easily be ignored and taken for granted. Pyotr was just the opposite in personality. He was still a big man, standing at 6'5". But he didn't know when to shut up. This was one of those times. "You want us to go after her boss?" Pyotr asked.
Maxim turned his head a gave him a glaring look, as did Lev and Artur. All three wanted to say something. But didn't.
Vlad just stared at Pyotr for several seconds. 'If he wasn't such a loyal soldier, I'd put a bullet in his head just to shut him up.' He thought to himself. Vlad's hatred for Sandra Fiore trumped his disdain for conceding to Pyotr's idea. He was right. He wanted to know what the bitch was doing. The longer it took for him to get her, the angrier his mother would become. And no one wanted to feel her wrath. He looked at Lev. "Check to see if there are any houses within sight of the Judge's house that are for rent. If so, rent it. Then you three take up residence and keep a 24/7 watch on her place." Vald leaned across his desk. "I want this bitch to pay for sending my brother to prison. Bring her to me and your reward will be great. Fuck this one up and you'll all be at the bottom of Lake Michigan. Now you three, get the fuck out of my office."
Lev, Artur and Pyotr got up to leave, glad to be getting out of sight of Vlad. As they closed the door behind them Vlad looked at Maxim. "Go get Angela. I need a distraction. Get whoever you want for yourself."
Vlad's office was in the back of one of the strip clubs the Petrova family owned. The family immigrated to the U.S. in the early 90's, shortly after the Berlin wall came down and Russia fell apart financially and politically. They had already built a small criminal empire back in Mother Russia. But they saw the U.S. as the land of opportunity for growing their wealth in ways they knew they couldn't achieve in Russia. Within a few short years they had built a thriving criminal empire. They were involved in everything and anything that made them money; Prostitution, extortion, money laundering, drugs, gun running, human trafficking. They had purchased three strip joints scattered throughout the western suburbs of Chicago to better launder all their illegal cash. Over the years, they'd filled the strip joints with women who'd either fallen on hard times, or they'd blackmailed and threatened into submission.
Maxim returned a few minutes later with Angela and Mindy following him. Angela was an attractive 29 year old mother, with an 8 year old son. She had been stripping and whoring for the Petrova family for almost two years now. Her husband had amassed a huge gambling debt. The debt was eventually sold to the Russians who came after him. He managed to slip away and go into hiding, leaving his wife, Angela, to pay his debt with her body. Angela knew her fait was sealed shortly after she started stripping. Vlad and his brother, Pavel, had a huge propensity for big tits. If their strippers didn't have big enough tits, they sent them to a plastic surgeon, they owned and had them enlarged. Angela was forced to have her tits enlarged to 36DDD. When she voiced her desire not to have her tits enlarged, Pavel threatened her without really saying it. But she left his office knowing exactly what he'd do to her and her son if she didn't comply.
Mindy was a 44 year old woman, who was in remarkably great shape for a woman her age. She'd been stripping for the Petrova family a few years longer than Angela. Her story was somewhat similar to Angela's. Her husband had been an alcoholic that drank away their savings and eventually their house. He ended up committing suicide, leaving Mindy nothing but a mountain of debt. But Mindy was a survivor. She had no skills that made her marketable. But she was an attractive woman who had been blessed with a great body and a pair of breasts that made men stare, 38E, which she had always enjoyed flaunting. She'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist. She knew she could make money stripping. She innocently went to work for the Petrova family, thinking she could slowly work her way out of debt. After a week on the job, Pavel made her an offer she foolishly jumped at. He offered to pay off her debt and set her up in a nice condo, "out of the kindness of his heart." She naively accepted his offer out of desperation. It was only a few weeks later that she realized there was no kindness within any of their hearts.
The ladies walked in the office wearing only their G-strings and a lacy bra, barely containing their massive tits, and a pair of stiletto heels. Both knew why they were there. They'd done this countless times before. They were just relieved to see that Lev, Artur and Pyotr were gone. They hated it when Vlad brought them to his office and passed them around the group.
"Ah! There's my favorite whore!" Vlad said smiling, holding out his hand to Angela. All the men enjoyed treating them with contempt and disdain, humiliating them and keeping them reminded the only thing they were good for.
Angela walked around the desk and stood in front of Vlad as he turned his chair, staring up at her. Maxim took Mindy by the hand and led her over to the couch.
"Lose the top, slut." Vlad said to Angela as he sat there staring at her body like the predator he was. "You know why you're here, and you know why we gave you those tits."
Maxim stood in front of the couch and began unbuckling his pants as Mindy removed her bra and G-string. She knew what he wanted. She'd done this dozens of times before. She'd drop to her knees and suck his cock till it was hard. Then straddle his lap and ride his cock while he sucked on and slapped her tits, as he taunted her. But of the other four, besides Vlad, she'd rather it be Maxim she fucked. He wasn't as cruel as the others.
