Like a Boss

by Darrell King

  “Hey you!” he called out to a man in white suit “Stand up!” he bellowed. The man quickly stood up, his knees were buckling.

  “What’s your name?” he asked him

  I’m…I’m… Pastor William sir” he said, his body still trembling. Cyrus noticed speedy flow of liquid coming from the man’s crotch down to the hem of his trousers.

  “Are you peeing in your pants?” Cyrus asked. The man nodded affirmatively and Cyrus let out a deep laugh

  “How do I know you’re a pastor?” he asked him

  “I have a bible in my bag sir” the clergyman stuttered.

  Cyrus glanced at him for a moment “Quote the book of Philippians chapter four and verse 19” he narrowed his eyes at him “or else you die”

  “But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus” the man stuttered as he reeled of the words. Cyrus let out a deep laugh and fired one bullet in the air. Everyone shivered.

  “My mother used to quote that part for me when i was a kid” he walked around “But I realized later in life that life itself is a bitch. And it’s clear that for you to

  conquer her, you’d have to be fierce and resilient. You have to go out there and hold life by it lapels… kick ass” he laughed “get rich or die tryin’!” he bellowed as he fired bullet into the air. Everyone cowered

  “You can go” he told the man

  “Tha…nk you sir” the man stuttered as he picked up his briefcase and left hurriedly.

  “Yo Ghost! Let him go!” he called out to the Blair on the outside.

  “I hope y’all are doing fine” Redbone sad as he came out of the strong room, holding two bags stashed with cash. “Let’s go Ghost” he called out to Cyrus.

  “Thank you all for cooperating, have a nice day” Redbone said as he took a bow. Cyrus also did and together, they left the bank and put the bags at the trunk of the Packard. They drove off with El Cura, Tunde and Blair tailing behind them in another car.

  They could hear the siren blasting from some miles ahead. At the checkpoint, the police officers asked them to alight from the car so they could search the entire car for contrabands. Blair shot the police officer and they sped off again leaving the cops tailing behind them in another car.

  They robbed like two more times that month. The whole of Florida heard the news about this new robbery gang called 'The Ghosts' by the Miami news tabloid due to the fact that they wear masks on their face which made them look like the Grim Reaper. They got a furnished apartment in a silent neighborhood.

  Cyrus then moved his parents away to Canada into a large, splendid mansion, sitting on 45 acres of the Canadian countryside. His parents never knew how he made it. He kept telling them that he is business with his close friends. His parents never knew he was incarcerated for the second time. They just knew they didn't see him for a while and didn't bother because he told them his business often requires him to travel all over the country. He made his parents wealthy in Ontario. He then flew back to Florida to continue his deadly heist with his goons.

  Weeks later, El Cura announced his intention to leave the gang and reunite with his former drug cartel. Feeling sad, they all wished him well as he left for Mexico. He came back few months later with some Latinos and they bought a house in the Dade county district of Miami; hoarding bags of cocaine and casks of illegal liquor for the purpose of merchandise there.

  Word reached Cyrus that El Cura was around and then, Cyrus decided to go look

  for him alone. Hours later, he was in Miami and then the cops asked him to pull over at a checkpoint. The police were suspicious of him because he was black and drove in a new Packard. Realizing that he could be arrested, he took to his heels and was given a hot chase by the police who fired shots and shots at him. Luckily for him, he was able to outrun them.

  When he had finally exhausted all of his strength in running, he ran into an almost empty mall. He didn’t see anyone.

  “Who are you?” the sweet voice said

  Cyrus turned around to see who it was. Standing at his back was a beautiful young white girl.

  “See, I’m running away from the cops. Please cover for me” Cyrus said between gasps

  The girl stared at him for some seconds and then quickly left. About ten seconds later, a group of policemen ran into the mall and had conversations with the girl. Cyrus could barely hear them. He trembled. He waited for minutes

  “They are gone” the girl said walking towards where he was hiding. “So tell me, why they were chasing you, nigga?” she said in a sassy tone.

  Cyrus smiled “What’s your name?” Gradually the conversation drifted to other

  discussions. Cyrus made her laugh so well that he didn’t realize that the sun was setting already. Kay Johnson, the eighteen year old girl asked Cyrus to come pass the night at her place. Feeling reluctant at first, he finally agreed to her request

  Some minutes later, they were at her apartment. Kay seemed to feel better once she was comfortable lying down; she drifted off to sleep, still with her head on his lap as they kept having sensitive conversations.

  The warmth from her head felt good on his crotch; he looked down at her peaceful face and felt his cock twitch and start

  Kay's head moved on his lap and rubbed against his cock, causing his cock to to stiffen. "Christ," he thought, "not just now."stiffen further. Kay mumbled something in her sleep, and then rolled onto her side, moving her face away from his crotch, but then brushed it against his cock before resting back in the same place. As Kay continued sleeping, she rolled over to her other side, placing her face inches from his now very erect cock. His concern about his erection was compounded by the fact that Kay's current position allowed him a clear line of sight down the front of her blouse.

  Just as when he caught his first glimpse of her breasts earlier, the effect on his cock was dramatic.

  Kay soon woke up; when she realized how close she was to his groin, she immediately sat up, and began chattering away to distract him from her blushing embarrassment. After a few moments, Kay excused herself to go to the ladies' room, and he was treated to a view of Kay's fine ass, moving smoothly as she walked quickly away from him.

  When Kay returned from the toilets, she headed out on the balcony rather than rejoining him at where they sat. Since it was blowing a gale outside, he figured Kay would be back in shortly, but he went looking for her after she'd been on the balcony more than five minutes.

  It took a tour of the whole place before he found Kay, with tears running down her cheeks. Kay was so overwhelmed with her feelings that she didn't notice him approach until he was just a couple of steps away. The resemblance to a cornered animal, ready to flee, was upsetting, so he immediately said, "Kay, don't run away. I can see you're upset but let's talk."

  Kay settled back against the chair, and he sat down on a bench across from her, giving her space and him manoeuvring room in case she did run.

  "I'm ashamed," Kay said.

  "You've done nothing wrong," he replied. "You were innocently sleeping. I'm

  embarrassed about his erect-- I mean, this reaction."

  Kay's only response was silence.

  "Look," I said, “We’ve got to get through this week. We can either have a big problem between us or we can put it behind us and get on with what we're here to do and be comfortable around each other instead of being awkward."

  "OK," Kay responded with a tentative smile.

  "Are you sure?" He asked. "Everything will be put behind us?"

  "Yes. Can we go inside now?" Kay asked “I’m cold."

  "Of course we can," he said, smiling.

  He stood and held out his hand to help Kay up and, after a moment's hesitation, she took it. And together, they walked back into the apartment to the bedroom.

  "I don't know about you, but I could do with a drink to warm me up," Cyrus said. "Yes thanks," Kay responded,

  Some minutes later, Kay suggested he sleep on the bed whilst she made dinne
r. He knew this was a big offer, given Kay's religious upbringing, so he thanked her and said he would sleep on top of the covers rather than in her bed. Kay looked relieved, and went into the kitchen.

  He lay down on the bed, and was asleep within a minute. It seemed only moments later, despite the fact that a couple of hours had passed, when Kay woke him for dinner.

  Whilst they ate dinner, Kay commented on how rested he looked, and how it was obvious he couldn't sleep in the living room. In the spirit of making both of them comfortable, Kay suggested that, for that night and as long as the second bedroom and bath were off limits for repairs, she would sleep on the bed, under the covers, and Cyrus would sleep on the same bed, but top of the covers. Also, as a nod to the cultural taboos she was stretching, he would sleep with his head at the bottom of the bed, whilst Kay's head was at the head of the bed, with a pillow between her head and his feet.

  "Ow!" he groaned.

  "What? What is it?" Kay woke suddenly, disoriented and disconcerted at hearing his voice.

  "You just kicked me!" he complained. "I think I'd be better off on the couch after all."

  "No, you won't be," Kay said. "You'd be better off if you just sleep on top of the covers but with your head up here."

  "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, it'll be OK," Kay assured me.

  He turned round, placed his head on the pillow that had been between Kay's head and his feet, and they both got back to sleep. When he woke up, Kay was lying on her side, facing him, and her hand was across his bare chest. As he realized this, Kay's hand started to move, up and down his chest, although she obviously was still sleeping. The touch of her hand rubbing across his skin, her fingernails gliding over his erect nipples, was increasing the natural morning stiffness of his cock.

  He knew Kay was going to be mortified if she realized what she was doing, so he began to cough, using the motion of the cough to slide his chest away from her body, which had begun to sway closer to his. After the third cough, Kay began waking, and then came completely awake as she realised it was his chest under her palm.

  "What were you doing?" Kay demanded.

  "I wasn't doing anything," he said, "It was your hand on my chest."

  Kay jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, not realizing that, whilst sleeping, her nigh tie had crawled up around her waist, giving Cyrus a great view of her gorgeous ass (a fact he was wise enough to refrain from remarking on to Kay at the time).

  His reticence was the wise choice, for he soon heard sobbing coming from the bathroom. After a moment's reflection, he went to the kitchen, made them each a cup of tea and went back to the bedroom.

  Sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door, he asked Kay if she wanted a cup of tea. Kay opened the door just enough to let him pass the cup of tea through. He told Kay that putting her hand on his chest was an accident, and that neither of them did anything wrong.

  He didn't know if it was the tea or his reassurances, but in a few minutes Kay came out of the bathroom and joined him in the kitchen for breakfast.

  Kay cleaned up the kitchen so that he could have the bedroom and bathroom to himself, he did some workouts and then sat reading a newspaper whilst she showered and dressed for the day. When she was all dressed up and ready, they hugged and parted ways with Kay promising she would come visiting him the

  following week.

  The following week, Kay came over to Cyrus’ hood and he introduced her to the gang. They all liked her. Overtime, she got to fall in love with him. Cyrus taught her how to shoot and participate in their heists.

  After a week later, they planned to rob another bank in Miami. On the D-day, they drove to the bank and started to shoot sporadically into the air as usual to scare off the onlookers and to confuse the people inside the bank.

  This time around, Cyrus went into the bank with Blair and Kay Johnson while Redbone and Tunde were keeping the watch outside the bank. After stashing the cash into the bags that they had brought with them, they were about to leave when Cyrus caught the sight of someone he knew in the bank

  “Yo, raise your head up!” Cyrus bellowed. Slowly, the man did. Cyrus then squinted in a bid to remember who he was. Their gaze met each other. It was Mr. Diaz, the banker that seized his father’s farmland

  “Mr. Diaz!” he called out to the trembling figure “We finally meet again. Surprise motherfuckahahahaha” he laughed hard. Kay smiled “what are you doing here?” Cyrus asked him

  “I was transferred here barely two weeks ago” he said as he trembled.

  Cyrus laughed “You made my parents suffer really. But I thank God for you, sir. Ain't gon be where I am today if it wasn’t for you and so for this reason, ain’t gonna kill ya”

  As Cyrus was leaving for the exit, he called out to his boy “Hey Blair, kill that motherfucka". Two shots rang in the air leaving Mr. Diaz lifeless in his pool of blood; he was shot in the head at close range.

  They heard gunshots from the outside; the policeman came in time as they were about leaving for the exit. They joined in the shooting and soon overpowered the policeman as they shot them. Two cops who had driven up to the scene emptied their guns into the car as it started to pull away.

  The gang then zoomed off to a place where a chartered pilot who works for El Cura’s drug cartel had been waiting for them in a Ford Trimotor. He flew them to Bahamas where they lived a luxurious lifestyle for months.

  Cyrus woke up the next morning grinning and hard. He had rented a beachfront apartment that overlooked the incredible ocean stretching away to the horizon. He dreamt of Kay and all of the things he had done to her...and planned to do to her. He sat up and looked down at Kay as she slept on her stomach.

  Her ass was slightly in the air, the same way it had been while he fucked her last

  night for over an hour.

  She finally begged him to stop because it was too much for her to keep coming, so he pulled out and flooded her ass crack with cum. Now she looked much softer, much sweeter than she had the day before. It was amazing what fucking someone's brains out could do for one's disposition.

  He smiled to himself as he remembered her saying "Ghost, if you can fuck me like that, I'll do whatever you want," followed by the fresh memories of her begging to get fucked harder and harder. She was, like Linda, instinctive and sensual. He gently ran his hand along her ass, causing her to stir awake.

  He wondered if she would be bitchy again but she opened her eyes and curled around his arm.

  "Good morning," she purred quietly, snuggling close. He ran his hand up her back, up her neck, and gently through her hair. She turned onto her back, opening her eyes and smiling.

  "God, to think I could have been enjoying you all this time," she said.

  "Well, you certainly didn't make the idea appealing," he said.

  "Are you going to make me apologize over and over?" she snapped. Her expression changed, and her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me.

  "No, just pointing out that you’ve been pretty bitchy over these few days. No need to apologize."

  "Good, jerk," she said, sitting up. "Because I'm not going to. I can't believe I let you fuck me. What the fuck was I thinking?" She got up and started to leave, but he stood up and caught her by the arm. He held her, firmly but making sure not to actually hurt her.

  "Let me go," she said.

  "Kay," he said, "You've got no right to be mad and you know it."

  She fought against him, but even though he wasn't holding her that tight she did not break his grip on her arm. Her eyes were locked defiantly on him, narrowed to almost slit of rage. With her free hand she pulled back to slap him, but he caught her wrist. He held both of her arms now and she said nothing, locked in some internal struggle. Then, to his surprise, she leaned into him and their lips met.