They were now within feet of him when he said ‘The trouble is Nelson Mandela and Eminem both grow roses. Some are yellow and some red’.
It was nothing. It was a sentence that didn't fit but it had words in that did. It was confusing……… and in the split second that they were processing this nonsense and trying to make sense of it H had smashed in the face of two of them and turned and kicked viciously downward on to the knee of the third one and he heard the loud crack as his leg broke. He went down after him, grabbed him by the hair, smashed his head on the pavement and saw his eyes close. The other two were lying on the ground whimpering in agony.
H dragged them together and knelt with his shin on the throat of one and his hand around the throat of the other.
‘Fucking idiots’ said H and let out a long, tired, what a chore this is sort of sigh ‘You have sort of fucked up my evening so I want some compensation. Money….and watches.’
He held out his hand. They found money and took off their watches. Rolex's no doubt nicked from some other victims.
‘Stay there’ said H rather unnecessarily and moved to the unconscious one and took his money and watch.
‘Now here's the deal. You are out of your league but if you want to make real money and I mean big money then ring a number I am going to give you. Ring in two months time when you have healed. You guys have possibilities but you need training and help and then you can work for us and have all the white pussy you want. OK?’
They said nothing so H went to one and stamped on his balls and he yelped with pain.
‘I asked you a fucking question’ said H with a voice heavy with menace ‘and it is impolite not to answer me. You've really gotta fuckin learn that when you're on the fucking floor with a big evil bastard standing over you, you really should pay attention……. Now, you have a choice. You either ring the number I am going to give you or I can kill you now or have you killed later. What's it to be?’
H put his foot above the one's head. He tried to move his head into the pavement to miss the kick that could come down and cause even more damage and then mumbled something through a bleeding and swollen mouth that sounded like ‘phone number’. H tore a scrap off a piece of paper in his jacket pocket, wrote the number and gave it to him.
‘Two months’ said H and you will have money like you have never seen.’
Getting up to leave he said ‘You thought you got me there eh? Cunt doesn't know who we are or where we live eh?…… Better give me your driving licence and credit cards’
Neither moved to do so. H kneeled down over the one on his right, grabbed his throat and raised his knuckle dustered fist in the air. The effort to get the cards was not quick enough and H smacked him on the ear with the duster. The pain was overwhelming and the man whimpered and tears flooded down his face. The cards came out quickly and H put them in his pocket. Satisfied, H went to walk away but before he did he took the Rolex's out of his pocket and was just about to drop them on the ground and smash them with his foot as a further display of dominance when he changed his mind. He would use them as bonuses for the club managers…why waste good watches?
He turned round to find Benny looking at him….held around the throat by another black lad. Where the fuck had he come from? Not very clever Jimmy boy. Not very clever at all….
In the lads hand a long knife blade glinted. H looked hard into Benny's eyes but surprisingly she was not panicking or terrified. She was handling the situation well. H was impressed with his woman. H waited……
‘Who's the man now motherfucker?’
H said nothing. He waited. What were the black lad's options? Very few. He certainly hadn't thought them through. Seen too many comic book heroes. Fantasy land…… Where everybody gets hurt but no one feels it. Or you run round in a gang beating up other people and it never happens to you…until the day it does.
The black lad had made an error although he could not have known it. The other three were alive because they had attacked H. Whilst they had wanted to hurt Benny she was always safe as long as H was between them. But this….idiot…was threatening Benny and that was unforgivable. It had moved on from self defence with a degree of pain and vengeance. If you hurt Benny or indeed anyone who H saw as someone within his protective wall you would end up dead. It was that simple. Complete and utter annihilation!
Slowly he moved closer to them.
‘Not too close motherfucker or she gets the blade across her face’ he snarled and held the knife closer to Benshima's face.
‘Lets talk about this’ said H ‘You have just seen what has happened. Your friends are in a mess. You should also have heard what I offered them. A job and lots of money…….so what's the point of this?’ The black lad listened. ‘If you hurt her I give you my word that you will die here and now…….and please, not for one second doubt me……. And let me make this even clearer, by hurting her I don't mean slashing her with your knife…..hurting her, to me, means the faintest scratch, the mildest of bruises and you die. In a pool of blood, in unbelievable pain, here, now……’
Benny shuddered……
The black lad was confused. He hadn't seen it this way. He had a knife. He had this man's woman yet the man in front of him was calm and confident. Why was he worried? Why was he scared?
H saw the indecision. ‘I suggest this…..I am prepared to move away two paces. You let my woman go and I won't hurt you. If you do that I am prepared to include you, with the others, with their deal. Lots of money and white pussy. If you walk now it shows you have brains and we need people with brains…..’
The lad thought about it. He could just knife her and run…?
‘Don't think about knifing her and running. I have told you what will happen…you will die tonight. It's that simple…….do you want to die? Now….in a pool of blood on this street?’
H saw the black lad was close. ‘What's your name?’ asked H as though it was his mate. ‘Phillip’ he said instinctively and without the street patois.
‘Phillip…let go of my woman and help your mates and then ring me in two months. Ok?… Come on love, he'll let you go now….’ and H moved as though he was going home and it was a done deal. Subconsciously coerced the black lad let go of Benny and she went to H. He held her hand and they both walked away.
After several hundred yards and when her heart had stopped pounding she said ‘Let's go home. If I'd known you wanted sex and violence we could have stayed in……..’
H grinned.
Benny knew about H's reputation but had never seen him display any aggression whatsoever. With her he was gentle and kind. She had missed the first part of the fracas as her eyes had taken a moment to adjust to the light change in the dark doorway but then she had watched with wide eyed fascination. The man was an animal. Pure, controlled aggression.
It had been so quick, so lethal, so violent, so……..pure. It was the Black Knight. It was the Devil…… And then she had been held by the other lad who came from nowhere….
‘Would you have killed him?’
‘Of course’
‘Just like that…?’
‘Just like that’
She looked at him. There was nothing to see. No anger, no rage, no bottled up fury. It was as though they were just taking a walk after Sunday lunch. He would have killed him……just like that!
‘Would you have killed the others there and then? Or later?’
‘Nah. You can't just go round killing people on the streets; the Refuse guys don't like it’
H smiled at his own little joke.
‘And the phone number? What's that for?’
‘They get in touch with Andy Pandy and he will give them some work’
‘Really?’ she asked incredulously.
‘Sort of’
‘And they'll get ………… white pussy?’
‘Sort of’.
It was another several hundred yards when Benny said ‘We have to go home now James’
‘Ok’
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sp; ‘I mean now James’ she said with urgency. He looked at her eyes and the lust in her dilated pupils and realised the violence had turned her on. The street was deserted and the street lights cast dark shadows where their prying light was repulsed.
‘How now?’ asked H resisting the urge to follow up with brown cow. She took his hand and put it up her dress. Her pants were soaking. She looked at him longingly, her eyes pleading. H looked around and saw a doorway that was recessed and bathed in blackness. He hooked his hand in her pants and led her over to the doorway where the darkness cloaked them and kept out prying eyes.
She faced the wall, put her hands against it and leaned. He lifted her skirt and with two hands ripped off her Italian lace pants, undid his zip and gently put his cock in her. When he was sure she was comfortable he held her hips and pushed into her with his own. He knew what Benny wanted.
After a few minutes he put one hand in her soaking vagina and ran it up to her bum and inserted a finger. He did this several times, each time with a different finger; until her arse was as wet as her vagina; then he put his cock in her one last time for lubrication and moved it up to her bum.
Again he did it gently. Don't force it, don't hurt. H knew there were many ways of giving pleasure through pain but tearing someone's arse wasn't one.
He started moving in and out of her arse.
His hand went round to her 36 D tits; he pulled her bra down and she moaned with the sensation of being taken. He became rougher and banged into her, his groin slapping her bum. She moaned and gasped for breath and said softly but urgently 'more….more…..more….’
His pace quickened and he felt her start to shake. Knowing she was near he lightly squeezed her nipple and she let out a muted moan which took her over the edge and she started to convulse as the orgasm ripped through her. Her scream pierced the night and H quickly put his hand over her mouth to quieten her and when her body eventually stopped convulsing he gently pulled her hair back from over her face.
‘Come in me…….’ she said.
James said nothing. What could he say?
‘It's ok’ she whispered gently ‘I'll help you’
‘I can't go back up you’
She paused for a second not quite understanding…..
‘Then go back in my bum….’
Still quiet he did as he was told; she moved her hand down and encircled his cock with her fingers, stimulating him as he went in and out of her.
‘Come on my love….it's ok….'it's ok’ she said softly.
James willed his body to feel. Please feel….something….anything. He tried to banish all doubt from his mind and think of anything erotic that he could. He saw her lovely nipples and concentrated….concentrated….until his brain allowed the present to override the past. For a few seconds the orgasm racked through him and then his body became numb again…..
It was several minutes before they could rearrange themselves and both were exhausted. Benny's ruined pants were on the floor and her bra was ripped. She took it off and dropped it with the pants. Looking at him she started to giggle hysterically.
Adults fucking in the street.
Whatever next?
H Chapter 9
King Lear
The planning for the Lear had been completed but due to a rethink everything had been changed.
Times had been checked with the mole and they knew what and who was on the plane and when it would arrive. The Lear, with a crew of two, one vice president plus secretary and two security guards would fly from Seattle, refuel in New Hampshire and then on to H's happy band of waiting robbers.
The sensitive cargo was destined for the Middle East where it would be handed over to a Ministry of Defence official who would then hand it over to the Crown Prince to put towards another palace somewhere in the world. Everything was ready and now it was over to good planning and the Gods above…….
Due to a cross wind the eight seater Lear landed with a light bump, one wheel catching and then the other. A puff of smoke blew up as the imbalance of the wheel rotation and the ground speed equalled and then taxied to a halt away from the small main building. The pilot shut everything down and after a few minutes a tanker ambled up and the co pilot went to sort out the fuel. The two guards stretched their legs at the front and the VP who was sitting on a three seater bench seat with his secretary said ‘Go and get something to eat boys. We've got a few minutes, there's no rush’.
There was a brief silence and then one said ‘I'm sorry sir but that's not allowed. We have to stay with the caree’
‘Excuse me?’ said the VP ‘what in hell is a caree?’
‘Sorry sir, it's the shipment. We get a bit used to talking in security jargon. We are the carers, it is the caree’
‘Well’ said the VP stepping towards the security man and prodding him in the chest ‘as the carer of you, the caree, I am telling you to go and get some fucking air’.
Another brief hesitation ‘Yes sir’.
They walked outside, down the few steps and stood either side of the door. They had done as they were told, they were getting some air, but no way were they going to leave the caree alone!
The pilot and co pilot smiled to themselves; old hands at these trips they knew you just did your job and kept your mouth shut so they deferentially said goodbye to the VP and walked directly to the main building to log off and be relieved by the back up crew.
‘We've got a few minutes’ said the VP, beckoning to his secretary to sit down. He stood in front of her and pulled down his zip. Her head moved backwards and forwards while he stood perfectly still. He was paying her, let her do the work! After a couple of minutes the VP made a small grunt as he came in her mouth, then immediately sat down to start making phone calls.
Outside, a small catering van arrived to replenish the Lear with food and drink. Two men from the truck jumped out and were immediately stopped by one of the security guards. As they were on English soil neither of the guards was carrying a gun which they had left under one of the seats on the plane. The company had learned from bitter experience that guards brandishing guns looked good in the USA but created panic in other countries so now they were a touch more subtle.
‘Whoa fella’ said one of the guards, walking in front of the catering men and holding his hand up.
The man held out a sheet of paper. ‘I've got to get this food manifest ok'd and then we can bring it on. It's a lot easier than taking it on and then finding out it's the wrong consignment………’
‘I'll do it’ said the guard, took the paper, climbed the steps and went to the VP who was talking on the phone. He stood in front of him and waited. And waited. The VP had a reputation for showing all around him who was boss. After a few minutes he clicked off the phone and with an exaggerated sigh said ‘Yes?’
‘Catering truck outside sir and they want to know whether this is the right food?’
He held up the paper for the VP. The VP moved closer to the guard and poked him, yet again, in the chest with a finger ‘Do I look like a fucking catering manager to you?’
The guard moved back a little ‘No sir’.
‘Do I?’ he said menacingly.
‘No Sir!’
‘No sir is fuckin right’ said the VP ‘so I suggest that if your company wants to keep this contract you'd better sort it out’
The guard was about to say something but shut up. What was this to do with him or his company? It was fucking food for Christ's sake not a caree.
‘Yes sir’ he said and went back outside.
The two caterers had been looking at the plane, suitably impressed.
‘Ready?’ said one to the guard ‘we've got other things to deliver you know. We haven't got all day’.
The guard didn't really know what to do. He scanned the food list and it looked all right to him. ‘Ok but make it quick and for Christ's sake don't go near the guy with the suit’
The guard was feeling uneasy. Something wasn't right about this. It was all a bit
unprofessional and amateurish - although this was England. The guard knew from experience that service in the USA and England were quite different with a lot more deference and better service in the States. Either way…… The first caterer had gone on the plane and now the second was following. He was carrying a box with two hands but under his jacket held between his arm and his body was something else. The guard rushed up the steps, grabbed the caterer and pinned him against the wall of the plane.
‘Nick’ he shouted to his partner ‘get a gun’.
Nick bolted up the steps, got a gun from under the seat and pointed it in their general direction.
‘Now’ said the first guard ‘what is freakin going on?’
The second caterer panicked and stumbled into the guard who fell over onto the lap of the secretary. The VP screamed at the top of his voice ‘What the fuck is going on?’
‘Reason to believe we have insurgents aboard. Sir!’
The guard had gone into US marine mode. The VP, whose dick ruled his life but he didn't get where he was by being completely stupid, looked at the caterers and found it hard to believe. ‘Open the boxes’
‘There's something hidden in his jacket. Sir!’
‘Then look to see what the fuck it is’
‘It could be a bomb. Sir!’
‘Then take him outside and look’ said the VP who was also known to be capable of sacrificing anyone at the altar of his own glory. The US marine was now totally immersed in his role as protector and ready to die for his employer. The guards and caterers went outside while the VP moved to a safer part of the plane in case limbs hurtled through the door at him. It was a very expensive suit and blood stains were so difficult to remove…….
The guards moved a short distance from the plane and, guns at ready, made the caterers put down their boxes and the one take out the parcel from under his arm. They made them open the boxes which turned out to be……… food.
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