Assassins Mc

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Part 20 Dancing with the Devil

To move further, gentlemen, we need to go back a bit. When we split the businesses from the motorcycle club, I fired Todd. It was a pleasure getting rid of him, but I was nice and gave him a week to get his business straight. A couple of days later I received a call from Ann, the woman I put in as Todd's secretary and assistant. She told me some men in suits visited him that day and looked like they were government. I wasn't sure, but it sounded like he was talking with the FBI.

I figured it would take a bit before they could work anything out, and we planned our purge of all incriminating evidence. I informed John of the events and told him I would work on an exit plan if they needed it. Once Todd left, we began. I had Isabella take the information on each of the club members who had links to Santana and create new identities. I had contacts in the local sheriff's office that would give me heads up if warrants came down for any of their arrests.

Along with the companies, I inherited the parts of the businesses that allowed us to tidy up any messes that arose. So, one night when I decided Todd was a loose end we couldn't afford to have, he disappeared without a trace. The police and FBI didn't know what happened to him. I'm not saying we had something to do with it ourselves, but it benefitted us having him gone. It's nice to have friends, and that's as far as I'll go with the explanation.

That delayed things on the side of the FBI and gave us time to finish scrubbing our records and getting everything ready for the club. When the indictments came down and the warrants went out, the men listed on them had a choice; they could stay and face prosecution, or leave the county. We had places set up for them in various non-extradition countries, and they were all set for money, with bank accounts overseas.

Most of the men took the latter option and fled. That included John and all the senior staff. The FBI also indicted Roger, but he refused to leave and said he would fight it. The men took their families, and when the FBI showed up at their front doors, the houses were empty and their U.S. bank accounts drained. They picked Roger up, but he was out on bail within six hours.

That left the Assassins a shell of a motorcycle gang, with most of the members either leaving or splitting off into their own club. I spoke with John and continued the payments to the club, something he and the others could fall back on. It was a decision that would pay off years later. I periodically talked with him and the other members. They were doing fine, and their money went much further in the countries they moved into. However, everyone had new identities, so I had to ensure I was careful not to tip off the FBI and kept contact to a minimum.

The same day they issued the warrants, the Feds rolled into Santana. What they found confused them. They pulled all our computer files and records, but the only ones we had were from after the split with the club. Previously I had our IT department change our dead switch that would normally wipe the system and make it instead move our old records off site to our overseas data farm and lock it. The only link was from our computer vault at IBJPN, which the FBI didn't include in the Santana warrant. We scrubbed everything, ensuring nothing illegal remained.

Further complicating their investigation was the fact Santana's financials and accounts showed a zero balance. Try as they might, the FBI never turned up one cent that belonged to the company. I had Beth shift our money overseas in a dizzying array of shell companies built atop other shell companies. The FBI took me, Beth, Nicole, and Isabella for questioning, however, they couldn't link us to any illegal activity.

The FBI dropped Roger's case due to lack of evidence. His indictment dealt with his role in the club's sex trade and included kidnapping and illegal imprisonment. When the FBI raided the old training facility, what they found instead was our new rehab clinic. I repurposed the building, and we were cleaning up some escorts and brothel workers who became dependent on drugs and alcohol. It was fully licensed and staffed with medical professionals and counselors. We would keep the business open for our company's employees that needed the services it provided.

Because of our payments made to all the women and men that were involved with the club, no one talked. The information the FBI had was from almost a year ago, and all that showed were links to the men that were no longer in the country. After a few months and multiple trips in for questioning, they dropped the case. I had our IT department throw another switch, and all our data and money returned, but this time into new accounts. We were back in business.

Our firearms division became fully operational, and we rolled out our first prototype handguns and rifles. At first people were skeptical, but if you build a better mousetrap, they will buy it. After analyzing the marketplace, we noticed the other manufacturers concentrated on the home market. That was fine with us, as we were after bigger fish. We sought and received contracts for some large U.S. allies, and with the approval from the government, we started sending out shipments.

I didn't go for inexpensive like most of our competitors; I went for quality. I bought out the infrastructure from top to bottom, just as I did with the pain clinics and dispensaries. We owned everything from mining to smelting to shipping. We could sell our firearms at comparable prices to everyone else, but ours were fifty percent more dependable and operated in all environments. Our new business was on the map in a big way.

I rolled our security division into more of a private military contractor, picking up some contacts for security in areas where U.S. had military interests. We kept our elite Ghost teams small, but grew our security teams to meet the demands. This is all mundane stuff, but it shows the global reach Santana built in such a short time. This is important to keep in mind for what my focus would become in the second act of my life. Just understand how influential we had become on the world stage.

The company was humming along, and we were working out our home life. Beth and Nicole both joined me and Isabella in a four-way marriage, all becoming closer. Penny pushed her dominance further with Julie. Julie still acted as my personal security, but when she was at home Penny took over. If I wanted Julie, or Penny, I would let them know, otherwise I let them be. They were married and had the relationship they wanted, so I didn't interfere.

Isabella still supervised all the women and kept them in line. She assigned work, dished out punishments, and handled any disputes that arose. The women all grew closer, and it wasn't all about domination. They would often have women's nights out, leaving me behind. I was good with that and could get some peace occasionally. Living with five women, I enjoyed the quiet when I could get it.

Beth relished the attention she received. She reached a point of being my personal assistant, taking care of everything I needed at home. Penny took up Julie's time, so Beth filled her role with me. I didn't treat her the same as I did Julie, however. Beth would be on call if I needed something, and often would sit with me in the office and work beside me. Isabella would always be near, and Beth would take care of both of us. It included sex, but Beth more acted as our companion.

That left Nicole, the woman I had the hardest time with. After I spanked her for setting up her own gang bang, she moved in with me, Isabella, and Beth. I gave her attention, more than I ever had. She slept with us, showered with us, ate with us, and spent leisure time with us. I had sex with Nicole, Isabella had sex with Nicole, and we all had sex together. She still wasn't happy and occasionally would fight me when I told her to do something, or even when I didn't tell her to do something. It didn't matter, she would fight me.

I sat her down one day and asked her, "What the hell is your problem, Nicole. You have everything you asked for and more, and you're still not happy."

"I don't fucking know, Rich," She said, obviously frustrated. "I want something, but I don't. I hate to admit it, but I want what Beth has. She's basically your servant. She likes it, and it works for her. I see that and I'm conflicted. I hate to think of myself acting like that, but I want it at the same time. I'm just torn, and it's pissing me off."

As I mentioned, Beth became my assistant at home. Nicole called her a servant, and she wasn't far off. If I needed something, Beth would get it. If I wanted something to eat, she would cook it. I asked her many times if she was ok waiting on me like that, and she always told me she enjoyed taking care of me. She enjoyed the submission part of it, and would get sexually aroused at the thought of how humiliating it was. Many times, I just enjoyed her being near me, standing beside me at my desk, or sitting on my lap while I watched television. She spent plenty of time naked with me in my office and the living room, and I always enjoyed playing with her. Beth enjoyed every minute and wanted more.

"That's what I want, because Beth gets more of your attention." Nicole continued, "I hate myself for saying it. I see Beth and I'm jealous of the attention you give her."

So, I treated Nicole the same way. Not only did I have Beth beside me, but I now had Nicole there as well. Both women served Isabella also, but they focused on me. I'll hand it to Isabella. She didn't get jealous or petty, but ensured the women were treating me the way they should. Isabella told me if it's what the women want, then she would make sure they kept up their end of the bargain.

It didn't take long for Beth and Nicole to bond over their servitude to me and Isabella. Once they were on equal footing, they found common ground and grew close. Their relationship never reached the level of Julie and Penny's, but they found comfort in each other's company and would often spend time alone together, including sex.

This didn't stop Nicole's tug of war she would always have with me, fighting just to make sure I wanted her. She didn't take this attitude with anyone else. She saved all of it for me. I became an outlet for her frustrations, both from work and her inner struggle to accept her desire for more submission. She felt safe blowing off steam toward me because I could take it. I still punished her for it, which she later admitted she needed, and sometimes she would challenge me just to get punished.

I drove to work every day with Beth and Julie. Julie always wore one of her Black Widow kimonos, but now she owned some rather elaborate ones gifted by Penny. Julie had her normal black and flower prints, but now she owned very ornate silk ones, laced with gold and jewels. They looked amazing and would not be out of place at a formal gathering. Each one now sported a red devil and pitchfork on the front breast, matching our tattoos. She thought it was cool and wanted it as a family symbol. I wasn't against it, and it looked nice.

She always wore her black corset underneath that held her knives, but now she carried smaller throwing knives besides her finger knives and daggers. I had her once lay them all out, and she had ten in various sizes. It was crazy. I never felt safer than when Julie was beside me, but I didn't know how she walked without stabbing herself. I was happy to carry my 9mm in my shoulder holster, fully registered and legal. However, I carried a lesson from the club and always kept an untraceable gun handy for emergencies.

Julie was always in my office or outside the door. She had her own desk next to my secretary's, and I had her oversee the security in the building. The security officers all worked for her, and she could get the security feeds on her computer monitors at her desk. She kept an earbud to talk to her assistant that worked out of the security office on the first floor and manned her desk when she wasn't with me. I often had her pleasure me when I desired, and when my schedule permitted, I would put her in bondage by my desk just to watch her. She told me many times she enjoyed that and missed it when we were too busy.

I required Beth to give me the daily financial report in my office, but she had to be naked to do it. She would step inside the door, lock it, then undress. I had her sit on my lap just as John did, and while she reviewed the numbers, she slowly fucked me. She told me she enjoyed when John did it, but she loved I wanted her in that way as well. She felt dirty every day doing that and loved every minute. She orgasmed after each time, and she got into the habit of cleaning off my dick after she finished. Again, that was her initiative, but I started making her do it every time we had sex. She loved it more when it was my idea.

I kept Ann as my secretary, the woman I hired to monitor Todd. She was familiar with the job and knew our family lifestyle and would be discreet. As I mentioned, she was a knockout. Ann had D cup breasts and stood 5'10, almost as tall as Penny. Her legs were gorgeous, and she always wore dresses and skirts to show them off. I'm sure Todd had his fun with her, and she never complained. I was sure she was happy to be a normal secretary now, but I was wrong.

Ann had the key to the office and would sometimes come in when either Julie or Beth were in a compromising position. She never batted an eye and just did her job. One day after I finished with Beth's financial report, Ann came and sat down. This was unusual, and I knew something was bothering her. She looked over to the side of my desk at Julie kneeling there. I had Julie's hands bound in leather cuffs, a ball gag in her mouth, and she was naked with her legs spread.

Ann looked back at me and said, "Rich, you three are driving me crazy. I know you just finished fucking Beth in here, and when I bring you something, I see Julie trussed up like a sexy piece of art. I spend my day horny and have to go home and get myself off. I'm not telling you to stop what you're doing, but if you don't include me somewhere, I'm leaving."

"Ann, you're my secretary and I like to have a professional relationship with my employees." I explained.

"Horseshit, Rich." Ann replied, "I know the relationship you have with your women, and I know it came from the club. I know what you're capable of. Hell, you pimped me out to Todd so you could monitor him. You were basically paying me to have sex with him, and I just did paperwork on the side. Don't tell me about professional relationships. We are way beyond that."

"I thought you enjoyed being a secretary." I replied.

"I do. It's the best job I've ever had, but come on. I was an escort, having sex all the time. Then you gave me to Todd, and I had sex mainly at work. Now I'm lucky if I find a decent guy to have sex with a few times a week. I'm in the middle of a desert and dying of frustration. I don't want to be just your secretary; I want to be your personal assistant."

"I have five wives Ann, I'm not in the market for a sixth." I asserted.

"Wife? I don't want to be your wife." Ann retorted. "I want you to include me in your games at work and when you travel. As your personal assistant, I'll be at your call whenever you need me, day or night. I'll travel with you, take care of you, and ensure you have everything you need. Of course, I'll need a pay raise for all the extra hours I'll work."

Why not? I told Ann I would think about it and told her to give me a few minutes. I called Isabella and let her know. She asked me why I was telling her; I was the head of the house and I could do what I wanted. She was right. My women wanted me to take charge, and that included doing what I wanted so long as I took care of them.

I called Ann and told her to come back in. When she returned, I laid out the ground rules. She would be my personal assistant, and that meant anything I wanted. She would answer to me, but if Isabella was present, she would also answer to her. I told her Isabella was with me on most of my trips so Ann would pull double duty. I covered my dress code for her, which mirrored my initial instructions for the women at the start of our relationship. Then I told her to strip.

She immediately pulled her red dress over her head, revealing a pair of red bra and panties. The panties were high cut on the sides and her bra was lacy, practically see through. When she reached back and took off her bra, her breasts dropped. These were large and natural, falling to mid-chest. Her areolas were also large, encircling her erect nipples, standing at attention. She reached down and pulled off her panties past her red, three-inch heels. She had a nicely trimmed bush, a strip of hair above her pubic mound, and she was a natural blonde.

I just finished fucking Beth, so I had little left in my tank. I undid Julie's bindings and told Ann to sit down. I then instructed Julie to take care of Ann since it appears she was hard up. Julie complied, crawling over and taking up a position between Ann's now spread legs. Julie went to work, licking Ann's clit while fingering her pussy. Ann grabbed the back of Julie's head, using her hair to push her in harder, or move her head up and down.

Ann was getting into it, instructing Julie on how she wanted Julie to proceed. Ann looked at me and asked what she had permission to do, and I told her as my assistant she often spoke for me, so do what she feels she needs to. She lifted Julie's head by her hair and said, "You need to be more enthusiastic, Julie. Let me give you something to motivate you."

Ann then lifted Julie up by her hair and placed her over her lap. She began to spanking Julie, bringing her hand down as hard as she could. Julie was an expert at pleasing a woman, doing it daily with Penny. I was sure it was just an excuse to spank Julie. I was looking at yet another woman that had a dominant side. Ann's spanking had little impact on Julie, as she often had much worse from Penny. Ann looked satisfied, probably just wanting to smack Julie's sexy ass more than punish her.

Ann pushed Julie back on her knees and pulled her head back into her vagina. Julie was much more enthusiastic now, and after five more minutes of licking Ann's vagina and clit, Ann erupted in a tremendous orgasm.

After Julie finished, Ann was even more on board and told me she looked forward to her new position. Ann remained the only personal assistant I ever had, eventually retiring late in life when I did. She would always accompany me whenever I traveled, and people commented they thought she was one of my wives. She married a few years after that first time in my office. Her husband knew what services she provided me and was fine with it. Ann found a man that wanted an open relationship and they both lived it. He had his girlfriends, but Ann only had me and Isabella. They both had a few kids I set up with scholarships, and all of them worked for the company after they graduated.