The song came to a crawl from it's explosive start when the woman came to a stop in front of Ivan and Kirill she had dropped to the ground as the song was at a stand still she lay still on the ground  on her forearms, and legs almost curled into a ball her face towards the floor. All the women present slowly began leaving the room as the performance began. All of the gang members were already gone minus Kirill, Ivan, and the two other passed out men. Knowing no more drinks were being served and Tiffany's was preparing to close for the morning. With their work being done for the night, they were all to ready to go home after having a bunch of horny sweaty gangsters all over their bodies and cleanse themselves."Well you can tell she's definitely new, I mean she's legitimately laying still and she isn't even showing any skin in her current posit-" Kirill began sounding thoroughly disappointed, but before he was allowed to finish his sentence it was as though both the girl

"Yea that's right don't stop." Ivan mumbled finding a redhead beauty sliding her hands down his chest moving her body lower and lower with a smile that could make the pope throw away his vows without hesitation. Her eyes screamed 'I AM WORTH IT!' And the preview he was experience was forcing him to thoroughly agree with both her eyes and the pope. "Yea you like that?" Her voice as sweet as dripping honey.  "Oh god yes I do." Ivan admitted his eyes began rolling into the back of his head as she moved lower and lower.  'It's too much! She's a goddess!' He thought to himself as he heard and felt his zipper being pulled down. 'Oh god please! I will never forget this miracle if you make it happen!'  The girl began sinking lower and lower. Her gaze aimed towards the ground, her hair hanging, covering her face like a firey veil denying him the right to see her beautiful visage. "Ho are we eager?" Ivan mumbled with a smirk after th

The pair of men riding in the Semi loaded down with money couldn't help but feel relatively safe. They've done this drive countless times over the years, first in a small car, then a van, then a Uhaul sized truck, finally a semi. There were times in the past they've been stopped by police before and have always escaped without having to rely on their SUV support team, and they only had issues with a rival dealer once when Ivan first began expanding, and that only happened because the van they were driving back then was always the same one. Since that incident Ivan worked out a plan with their boss to always use a different vehicles after that incident. Different colors, different makes, types. They had acquired quite the fleet of vehicles throughout the years and were constantly shifting and rotating them between different states and cells of their syndicate to always keep their enemy guessing."What do you say we get some coffee before hitting the highway?" The driver asked

A group of men were exiting their vehicles rushing to surround one man in particular, everyone of them with a look more panicked than the last. "Has no one still found Ali!?"  "If we don't find him not only are we without a leader, but we're without his contacts! We may have a small surplus right now, but it won't last long until it's gone and all of our customers go find it some one else to buy from." "Do you think we don't know this! It's the exact reason we're here to check our stocks! We need to reach out and make contact with others who're willing to deal with us." "It must've been the Russians! Who else could've done this! There's no way Ali just packed up and left!" A guard standing outside the door immediately recognized the men approaching and opened the door for them stepping to the side greeting them. They were all the underbosses who were directly underneath Ali. "Hamza with our current situation it calls for you to ta

A young man was walking down the street head rocking back and forth to the beat of the music playing through his ear buds. If his bleach blonde hair didn't draw in your attention, his clothing and accessories would instantly reach out grabbing hold of your eyes sucking in your attention.  Gaudy on a street level, for one who was as young as him he wore a sheep skin bomber coat, and was adorned with several gold chains, diamond stud earrings, and had custom engraved rings spelling KILL across his knuckles in solid gold, even his sun glasses were custom the trim too was gold with diamonds imbedded. While some of the younger generation probably were envious, especially to the older generation he stuck out like sore swollen thumb.The man continued down the street unperturbed by the passing crowd and all the looks he was receiving as it had become an everyday experience, though with how his eyes seem to be half closed, one would be forced to wonder if he could even see where