The Last Dict Standing

Life is short, and I always believed that we should enjoy our lives to the fullest. That's what I've been doing for the past twenty-five years of my existence. As the only child of the owner of the DICTator Group of Companies, I have the luxury of doing and getting literally whatever I want.

"Junior, I thought you'd never come." Milo greeted me with a wide smile on his face.

Milo is one of my closest friends in Bendoveh Island's Sixth District. He is the only bartender who does not consume alcohol. He's been clean for nearly three years. We grew up together and have been looking out for each other ever since. I've been going to the 69ers Club every night, and Milo has been my spotter and wingman when it comes to women.

"You know me. I always want to make an entrance." I smiled back at him. Yes, I'm a sucker for attention, and I like it when all eyes are on me when I walk into the club. "Please give me the usual," I said, referring to my usual poison, snakebite.

Snakebite drinks are rarely sold at the club because they can quickly get people drunk and are bad for business. It is made from equal parts of hard cider and stout beer. I have a high tolerance for alcohol, and I needed a drink with a kick to get me in the mood for an amazing night.

"Someone is looking for you," Milo teases me while he is preparing my drink.

It's no surprise that women come looking for me. It's not just about my good looks, personality, or family's wealth. They are after the once-in-a-lifetime experience of being with Dict. The Dict family has a reputation when it comes to satisfying women. If you know what I mean. They have high expectations of me just because I was born a Dict. It all started with my grandfather, Harry Dict Senior, also known as "Big Daddy". The testimonies say that Dict sent women to heaven for a night of joyrides, and the rest is history. I can't speak for them, but you're all welcome to put it to the test on me.

I was about to take a shot of my snakebite when a warm hand touched my shoulder and it brushes down my back up to my waist. I turn around to find out who it was and was stunned to see the woman beside me.

A voluptuous body with an hourglass figure with a model-like height is dressed in a simple, elegant, sheer black dress with a snug waist and a mini skirt flared out at the hips and ending just above her knees. Her dress has a plunging neckline that shows off her prominent breasts in an elegant manner, just enough to capture the attention of all the men in the bar. She was standing before me, her cat eyes giving me a flirtatious look that was both tempting and arousing. I quickly get out of my chair and introduce myself to her.

"Hi, I'm..." She cut me off just as I was about to say my name.

"Harry Dict Junior. I know who you are," she said confidently and winked at me.

I was taken aback by the thought of being recognized by the stunning woman in front of me. I don't recall ever seeing her before, and I know every beautiful woman in the Sixth District. She must be from another district of Bendoveh Island.

"You're not from around here, are you?" I asked inquisitively, giving her a suspicious look. "Who are you?" I inquired curiously.

She completely ignored my question; instead, she leaned in closer, her cheek against mine, and whispered into my ear, "Dance with me, pretty boy." She stuck her tongue out and licked my earlobes after saying those words, sending shivers down my spine.

She smiled at me and took my hand in hers as she led me to the dance floor. On our way to the dance floor, she was walking in front of me, and I noticed her tight butt cheeks bouncing slightly with each step she took. Those butts were ridiculously large and rounded; I can't wait to get my hands on them, squeeze them, spank them, give her a good horse ride, and even stick my face on them. My mind can't stop thinking of all the things I could do with that voluptuous butt of hers.

"Stay calm and steady, Junior. Let's not awaken the dragon. Keep your beast in check!" I thought to myself or my whiner. I always have a soft spot for pretty women with sexy physiques.

I instantly felt the bulk being squeezed inside my tight jeans as it got harder. I had no choice but to discreetly position it so it would not get throttled inside and untuck my polo shirt from my pants to cover and hide my boner from her.

She hurled her arms around my shoulder, and she positioned my hands around her as we began slow dancing to the tune of upbeat disco music. Everyone around us is banging their heads and jumping around while we are slowly swaying our hips while wandering our hands into each other's bodies. I take the liberty to explore my hands over her mounds, down to her forest, and around to the mountains, where my hands couldn't get enough.

"How about we get out of here and go somewhere private?" She whispered in my ear like a chant of spells. She was lustfully looking at me as if she were trying to mesmerize me with her cat eyes.

My parents always tell me not to trust strangers, but my body doesn't seem to care and continues to disregard all of the life lessons I've learned since I was a child. My lust overpowered my morals, and I couldn't say no to a good offer. It's almost as if I've won the lottery.

"I know a place where we can get to know each other better," I suggested, and we dashed out of the bar.

My family owns a hotel in the district as one of the DICTator group of companies. The mysterious woman and I drove to the DICTator Hotel to get more intimate. The hotel's staff and crew were all familiar with me. They immediately led me to my hotel room upon my arrival.

Every Friday, the hotel has a different theme to attract more customers. When I opened the door to the room, I noticed a pirate theme right away. The bed is designed in the shape of a ship, with blue sheets to represent the ocean. There are anchors, flags, and a treasure chest as decorations, and as soon as we enter the room, she jumps on me and initiates a hungry kiss.

She slips her tongue around, circling inside my mouth. I kissed her back right away. She wraps her arm around my shoulder, runs her fingers through my hair, and pulls my head in closer to deepen the kiss.

I wandered my hands all over her body, tracing her gorgeous hourglass figure. My hands are moving as if they have a mind of their own. My hands glide inside her skirt and squeeze that voluptuous booty, pulling her closer to me and rubbing my fully erected shaft in her honey pot. She lets out a soft moan in a low tone. Then, I run my hands over her bosoms, gently juggling and squeezing them, and before I even undress her, she pushes me to the bed. I sat at the end of the bed, waiting for her next move.

She appears to be a dominant type of woman who wants to be in charge, and as a gentleman, I will let her play it out and take the lead.

She went to the stereo and selected romantic classical music. She simply smiled at me and undressed slowly. I watched as she stripped off her clothes one by one and tossed them on the floor. She looks even better without her clothes on. Her breasts are not overly large, but they are well-proportioned. They complement her pinkish, super-erected nipple. She is neither overweight nor underweight. It's exactly how I like it. She took off everything except for the sexy hold-up stockings and suspenders.

She slowly performed a seductive dance, teased me, and approached me. She kneeled before me and started to unbuckle my pants. I became overly excited and hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the floor.

"You haven't introduced yourself to me yet," I said as she took off my pants and tossed them on the floor.

"Call me Kitty," she said while giving me a dirty look.

"You look more like a tigress to me than a kitten," I jokingly said, grinning. "You can call me Junior," I said, smiling.

"Well, Junior, your reputation precedes you," she said while she was playing on my joystick. "I’m quite impressed," she complimented me.

"I know, right?" She has no idea how proud I am of my well-endowed manhood.

She took a few moments to stare at my fully erected shaft before she stuck out her tongue and brushed it across the sensitive ridge of my manhood. I groaned softly when she took its head into her mouth, swirling her tongue inside. I watch her carefully as she opens her mouth wider and devours the entire length of my manhood, giving it a hard, long stroke.

She looks at me while sucking on my love pump in a playful manner. She's demonstrating how much she enjoyed sucking the life force from me. I smiled at her and gently caressed her head to express my appreciation for her performance. To be honest, I give her performance a ten out of ten!

She pressed her hands against my chest and pushed me down onto the bed. The best part of the room is the aerial view. It has a huge mirror above the bed, and I can watch everything she is doing. She was milking me like a cow with her left hand thrusting faster on me. I can't help but let out a gentle moan while she's giving me the best hand job I've ever had.

Then, I noticed a shiny thing that glowed in the mirror. She was holding something made out of steel in her right hand. I got up from the bed, and then I saw she was holding a knife in her hand.

My adrenaline kicked into my system, and my reflex immediately reacted, kicking her away from me. My heart almost stopped when she almost cut off my prized possession. She was thrown to the floor. With the strong impact, she lost her grip on the knife, which slipped away from her.

"What the fuck?" I yelled at her. "Are you trying to circumcise me?" I run my hand over my shaft, gently rubbing it to ensure it is still intact and unharmed. Just for the record, I am already cut!

"Don't take it personally, Junior. I was hired to take your head." She said this casually as she slowly rose from the floor, wiping the blood from her lips.

I immediately stood up from the bed and moved away from her.

"Which head are you talking about? Because clearly, you are about to cut off the wrong head!" I exclaimed.

"Your family is running a mafia organization, and as the next successor to Big Daddy, there is a large sum of money placed on your head," she bluntly said.

My heart tightened and hammered in my chest. I never imagine my family being involved in a mafia or illegal activity. I wanted to think that is just bluffing or pranking me, but her eyes were seriously fixed on me, and she is ready to kill me.

"I don't understand. My family was just a business family. We are not running any kind of group or syndicate or anything illegal," I blurted out.

She burst into laughter while looking at me as if she were looking at a clueless man in front of her. I have no idea what she's been talking about, and I've never wanted to be part of any organization. I am happily living my normal life, drinking, partying, and dating. I am a lover, not a fighter. I make love, not war. Everything changes when she threatens to cut off my priceless possession. This means war!

"Junior, your head is mine!"