Mom Professor Whore Book 2
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Chapter 1: Dominic’s Global Business
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1: Dominic’s Global Business - Dr. Elizabeth Collins, mother & Dean of Ethics, is forced to choose between her fundamental code of ethics and taking unethical actions. The stakes are higher this time. She is coerced into running Dominic’s international human trafficking business. Her family is slowly being drawn into the Santoro crime business. Will she become trapped in the dark underworld? Will her family succumb to the temptations of the dark underworld? BDSM, corporal punishment, heavy sex, non-consensual sex
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Dominic Santoro sat behind the same desk and in the same chair that his father had used to run the family business from the Santoro family estate. Today was a transition of control of the family business from father to son.
Dominic saw this as more of a change in management than a ceremony. At 38 years old, he was no longer the heir apparent but now the man in charge.
Salvador Santoro sat beside his son. Salvadore had severe health issues and was no longer physically capable of leading the Santoro family business.
Dominic reflected on his journey to becoming the leader of one of the most powerful families as the key members of the family entered the office.
Dominic looked back at how naïve he was earlier in his life. He had a passion for academia and had been chasing his dream of a career in that field. He envisioned himself as a thought leader and eventually becoming the leader at an institution of higher learning.
At that point in his life, he had decided not to follow in his father’s footsteps but strike out on his own away from the unforgiving life that the family business offered.
It all came crashing down. His father had taught him how to game the system well. Deep down, Dominic had those same base instincts but refused to acknowledge that even to himself.
Dr. Elizabeth Collins, Dean of Ethics and Philosophy at the University, was the one who caught him plagiarizing on his Ph.D. thesis. He thought he had been so careful to cover his tracks, but she was still able to detect his deception. He dropped out of the program and embraced the family business after that.
He blamed Elizabeth and wanted to get revenge in the worst way possible. He ended up getting his revenge, but it was not as satisfying as he thought it would be.
The members of the family business had all arrived and were seated around the desk. They saw a man dressed impeccably in a dark charcoal suit with a red tie. His dark hair was neatly trimmed. He was calm but with an intense, focused look on his face.
Salvador Santoro began with a strained voice. “Thank you all for meeting here this afternoon. As you all know, I’m not in the best of health. The heart is willing, but the body is an old man.”
Pointing to his son, Salvador continued. “Dominic will be taking over the family business. He has my blessing, of course. I would like you all to give him the same loyalty that you gave me.”
Dominic had known these men all his life. He now saw them in a different light. He knew that they always saw him as Salvador’s kid, but now he was their boss. He knew he had to be the same rock that his father had been. He also knew that they wanted to know how Dominic would run the family business.
Domnic knew they all had a perception that he was too soft and couldn’t make the tough decisions needed to lead the family forward. He told them what they needed to hear.
Dominic began with a strong, confident voice. “As my father said, thank you all for being here. My father has positioned us to be one of the most powerful families in the country. He built that from a foundation of business savvy, respect, and fear. I intend to continue to build on that foundation. But we’re building a much, much larger house.”
He first looked at his uncle, Marco Santoro. Marco had been the second in command. He had the perpetual half-smoked cigar in his mouth. He was the loyal brother of Salvador.
“Uncle Marco. Your experience and connections are invaluable. I would be honored if you would continue to be my second in command. We’re taking the family from being one of the most powerful in the nation to one of the most powerful in the world. We’ll be forging new international business relationships. Expanding our portfolio globally.”
Marco took a big puff on the cigar and let out the smoke. “International relationships? Should I expect calls from the cartels in Medellín?”
Dominic smiled but still had an ice-cold look in his eyes. “You’re actually not far off, but not in the way you may think. The world is a big place, Uncle. There are many partners to consider. Now is not the time for details.”
His uncle took another puff on the cigar. He seemed satisfied at the moment.
Domnic looked at the three men who managed the family enforcement activities.
There was Frankie “No Nose” Rizzi. His face bore the results of years of being the prime enforcer of the family. He was usually on the giving side of enforcement. He did occasionally get in the way of a fist to the face, though. His nose had been broken so many times it didn’t look like a nose anymore. Frankie was the hammer for the Santoro family. Ill-fitting suits and scuffed shoes were what Frankie usually wore.
Next was Rafael “The Priest” Scalia. He had a more sophisticated approach to enforcement. He could be every bit as brutal as Frankie but preferred intimidation and fear. He was lean with chiseled features. His violence wasn’t messy. It was precise. He was the scalpel. His dress code was usually three-piece suits and polished shoes.
Next was Marci’s son, Santino Santoro. His nickname was Nino. He was twenty-five. With the jet-black wavy hair, dark complexion, and muscular build, he was what most girls would consider hot. He had a degree in Sports Business Management and had a cool, detached manner and an eye for detecting patterns in people’s behavior. He was being tutored by Frankie and Rafael on how to run his own group of enforcers, sometimes referred to as soldiers.
Dominic addressed the three men. “Gentlemen. First, I would be honored if you would continue to be my caporegime as you did for my father. I am going to need your expertise very soon.”
Dominic explained his short-term plan to the group and what roles the capos would play in it.
We’re going to reclaim the city around Sorella’s for two reasons. First, we need to get rid of the gangs, the drugs, and the street whores. It’s an infection. Frankie, I want you and Rafael to use your particular skills to exorcise it. I want the neighborhoods clean. Safe. Presentable. We’re going to build a new community here. Single-family homes for working people.”
Frankie’s eyes lit up at the thought of sanctioned violence. Rafael simply absorbed the information.
Frankie grunted with a sound of pleasure. “Glad to get back to work, Boss, Lookin’ forward to cleaning up the garbage.”
Rafael simply nodded once. “The family is the family. I serve. It will be nice to be able to walk to church on Sundays without being harassed by the trash on the street.”
Dominic smiled. “Good. The second reason we are rebuilding the new community here is to be able to use that project to clean money. We’re going global, gentlemen. We will be managing a vast amount of cash flow and other assets.”
Dominic looked at a man named Henderson. This was a man that was all about the appearance of proper protocol in personal and business matters. His mind was always scheming on how to keep the assets of the Santoro family sheltered from the prying eyes of the government. He could make a billion dollars of drug money disappear into a series of shell corporations and real estate holdings so clean they squeaked.
“And that, my friend, is where you come in. This urban renewal will be our new front. We will be pouring a vast amount of money into real estate development. I need you to manage the construction, the financing, and the laundering. We’ll have rivers of cash flowing through this operation. I’m already in discussions with a local law firm and a bank to facilitate things. They will be our partners. I need your passion for this. Will you continue as the family’s financial architect?”
Henderson’s eyes gleamed with delight. Financial gymnastics and real estate transactions were his specialty. He also loved a challenge. “It would be an honor, Don Santoro.”
“Excellent,” Dominic said as he leaned back in the chair. “This is just the beginning, gentlemen.”
Looking back at Frankie and Rafael. “I would appreciate it if you could continue to guide Nino. I will be needing your expertise and experience as we build the new international business relationships. We can’t appear to be weak in any fashion. I have the perfect job that I think you will both enjoy shortly. Also, you will need to expand the number of associates in your groups, I suspect.
Frankie grinned. “Nice. The Santoro family is going back to basics.”
Marco took a big puff of his cigar and let out a big cloud of smoke. He grinned and looked at his brother, Salvador. “I told you the kid was going to be alright, Sal.”
Frankie spoke up. “Boss, what about the professor? The high-end whore business you were building? What do we do with that?”
Dominic got a sly grin on his face. The room went quiet. “She’s an important piece of our new global ventures. I have a plan on how I will use Elizabeth.”
Anthony James Collins II, commonly referred to as simply ‘Collins’ in his business life, was giving his grandson, Anthony James Collins IV, advice on their upcoming meeting with a potential new client.
“Anthony, this is an exciting time for you. Even though you’re still a year away from taking the bar exam, I would like you to assist me with our new client. You will not just be sitting in. I’ll need you to take as much of an active role as you can.”
“For Mr. Santoro? How much can I do since I don’t have my license yet?”
The older Collins responded, “Don’t worry about the logistics. You’ve shown a natural talent for international law. The work you’ll be doing technically falls into the role of a law clerk, but I’m going to need you to take on real-world legal tasks. Our client will appreciate that we are keeping this in the family.”
Collins continued. “What’s one of the fundamental tenets of our profession regarding the relationship between our clients and ourselves, Anthony?”
Anthony responded without hesitation. “Lawyer-client confidentiality.”
Collins nodded his head. “Exactly. All of the information you get regarding our new client MUST be kept confidential to the legal team only or to those we choose to share with for legal or business reasons. You can’t talk about this with your mother, your sister, or your friends.”
“Now this is important, Anthony. We don’t judge our clients no matter what their business is. We always stay within the bounds of the law. We do at times skirt gray areas. In fact, very gray areas. Today you’ll be privy to information that is very likely in that very grey area. You need to be detached and, under no circumstances, judge based on any presumed moral or ethical grounds. We’re artisans of the legal profession, Anthony. If you are uncomfortable with that or have a problem with that, I need to know now.”
Anthony felt a sense of pride that his grandfather was getting him involved so early in his career. “Of course, Grandfather. I understand. I want to go forward with you. You have my word I’ll hold myself to those standards that you mentioned.”
Collins smiled. “Excellent. Let’s go meet our new clients.”
The two Collins men arrived at the Santoro and were led to Dominic’s office. Waiting for them were Dominic and a man dressed in a standard business suit.
Dominic greeted them. “Thank you for meeting at our estate, gentlemen. Please take a seat.”
Gesturing to the man in the business suit, he said, “This is Henderson. He’s our financial and real estate expert.”
Anthony James Collins II responded. “Our pleasure, Mr. Santoro. We’re happy that you’re interested in expanding the relationships with Collins and Winthrop.”
Patting his grandson on the shoulder, he said, “This is my grandson Anthony. I’m going to be handling your case myself, and I’ve asked my grandson to assist me. Please call me Collins.”
Dominic nodded. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”
Addressing Anthony, Dominic said, “Young Mr. Collins. You have built a reputation as the best and brightest in international law in your class. I particularly enjoyed how you dismantled the opposing team at the recent law review debates.”
Anthony was surprised. “Thank you, Mr. Santoro.”
Dominic got right to the point. “Your firm has provided excellent work for my father. We’re expanding our business globally and will need dedicated legal support.”
Collins nodded.
“Our plans include a substantial investment in real estate in the local community. So we will be needing to set up favorable agreements and financial terms with local, state, and federal agencies. I can get the verbal agreements with the government officials, but I will need you to put the proper legal mechanisms in place to ensure that those favorable terms appear to be legitimate. I’ll also need you to ensure that any gestures of appreciation that go back to these government people are untraceable.”
Collins responded, “I understand completely, Mr. Santoro. We have experience with these types of agreements.”
Dominic continued, “We’re going to develop strong relationships with private, international organizations. I’m going to need your expertise to legally navigate around some unfriendly international legal barriers.”
Collins interjected. “You’ll need to tell us who these international organizations are, what types of business transactions they engage in, and what products or services are involved in order for us to provide effective and untraceable solutions.
Domnic nodded. “Of course. I do have to ask you to consider the information I’m about to give you. These are dangerous people and organizations. There is no trust amongst all parties. This is about business. We all meet our commitments and agree that confidentiality is of the utmost importance.”
Collins smiled. “I have experience with these types of business relationships, Mr. Santoro. That’s one of the reasons I’m personally managing. your account. With the assistance of my grandson, of course. We keep this within the family.”
Dominic nodded with approval. “I appreciate your experience and expertise, Collins, and the fact that you are keeping this within your family.”
Dominic continued.
“Our partners in the Americas are the Cartels. These are straightforward and simple transactions. They want the product from the coca fields moved. We just provide the safe passage and entry. We don’t get involved in any domestic drug business. They also want cash washed.
The Bratva or brotherhood, in Moscow are different. They are a loose conglomerate of syndicates stretching to Eastern Europe. They have their legacy weapons trafficking to the Middle East and Africa. We just help with the logistics of getting products in and out of countries of interest. We also provide untraceable, clean money. They have an interest in expanding their Russian and Ukrainian mail-order brides into the U.S., where we can guarantee safe passage into the country.
For Asia, there are Triads in China and Hong Kong. The Yakuza are based in Japan. For our purposes, it is primarily financial gymnastics where the mutually beneficial relationship exists.
I have a personal interest in developing our Western European business. The Ndrangheta in Italy are at the top of the food chain right now. They control ports of entry that we can leverage, and in return we can guarantee safe entry here for their product.
Dominic got a sly grin on his face and said, “My uncle may disagree with that and assert that the Cosa Nostra in Sicily are the ones we should target. That’s my father’s era, not mine.”
Anthony listened intently. He looked at his grandfather.
Collins nodded. “Go ahead, Anthony, ask your question.”
Anthony said, “As my grandfather said, we’ll need to understand all of the details to be able to give the best advice. What is your product or service that drives your business, Mr. Santoro?”
Dominic had left that part out on purpose to see if they would ask the tough questions. He was not surprised that Anthony picked up on that.
“Great question, young Mr. Collins. There are certain products and services that by their very nature can be high risk and can get messy. Raw material, such as coca plants, which, when processed and refined, becomes one of those products. Plants can legally be transported across international boundaries with the proper identification. The processed and refined plant becomes something that is now high risk.”
Individual parts, such as parts for an automatic weapon, by themselves, can be shipped just like any other product internationally. When those parts are assembled before shipping, then that becomes a high-risk item. We are staying away from the end product because it is risky.”
He continued.
“We’re focusing on essentially recurring revenue by offering cash management services. We take away unnecessary international barriers and guarantee entry to almost any port in the world for our customers. We’re not in the shipping business. We facilitate the smooth entry and exit from global ports. We provide a path for people from all over the world to come to this country in exchange for certain services that they provide to our customers in return.”
Anthony thought in his mind. “I know what he is referring to. As Grandfather said, Don’t judge our clients.”
Dominic looked at Henerson and nodded.
Hendeson said, “Gentlemen, the core of the operation will be a large-scale real estate development and urban renewal project. We’re revitalizing the district surrounding our restaurant, Sorella’s. We will be transforming a blighted area into a desirable community of single-family homes and commercial properties. It’s a project that will generate immense goodwill.”
“And immense profit,” Collins noted.
Henderson replied, “Of course. It also provides the perfect mechanism to integrate a substantial volume of capital. Our new international partners, the organizations in Russia, South America, and Europe, prefer to conduct certain transactions in cash. High-volume, high-value transactions. We’ll be funneling this capital through the construction project and processing that cash into other assets as needed.”
He continued, “I’ll be establishing a network of offshore shell companies to manage the initial influx. We’ll need the banking expertise to handle the movement and conversion of these funds into legitimate assets.”
Collins said without hesitation, “That can be arranged. My brother, Edward, runs the Collins Bank. He’s been expecting this call. He’s very adept at managing large, discreet cash flows.”
Henderson nodded. “Excellent. Of course, for a project of this scale to move forward smoothly, we’ll need to ensure the local government bodies are cooperative. Zoning variances, permit approvals, environmental inspections.”
Dominic spoke up. I’ll put in a proactive outreach program to key officials to encourage their enthusiastic support.”
Anthony was pretty sure he knew what they were talking about.
Collins nodded. “We can handle the public-facing paperwork to ensure you have the freedom to conduct your business as needed.”
Grandfather and grandson were back at the office of the Collins & Winthrop law firm.
Collins II poured two fingers of an eighteen-year-old single malt Scotch from a crystal decanter. He poured a smaller glass for his grandson.
“Dominic is not like his father. Salvatore was old school. His philosophy was that any kind of problem could be solved with intimidation and brute force. Dominic is more shrewd. He still has their family capos to use as he sees fit. Dominic has the same laser focus on solving problems that always benefits the Santori family. He prefers less physical intimidation but more psychological manipulation of people.
He handed Anthony the glass. “Did you see the way he laid it all out? The Cartels, the Bratva, and the Triads. He was presenting a business plan. He’s not a thug, Anthony. He’s a multinational CEO who happens to deal in illicit commodities.”
“He was very direct,” Anthony agreed, taking a sip of the Scotch.
Collins corrected his grandson. “Direct, but careful. He never said drugs. He said product from the coca fields. He never said prostitutes. He said mail-order brides and pathways for people. He gave us just the right amount of information so we can craft the appropriate legally defensible frameworks. That’s why we’re here. That’s why you’re here.”
He gestured toward the window. “The bankers, the traders, the CEOs. They all operate in the grey. They exploit loopholes. They lobby for favorable laws and push the boundaries of what’s legal every single day. They don’t worry about what ethical or moral standards are.
Collins took another sip. “We do the same thing, but we do it better. We don’t just find the loopholes. We design them to meet our customers’ needs. All legal.”
Anthony saw the logic in his grandfather’s argument. This was the legal and intellectual challenge that he wanted.
Anthony needed his head eagerly. “Yes, I understand what you’re saying, Grandfather. He left out what his core product or service was initially. He talked about everything but the one thing that ties it all together.”
Collins said with a smile on his face, “And that, my boy, is why you were in that room. He was testing you. He wanted to see if you had the wit to ask the tough questions. And you did. What did you hear?”
Anthony thought for a moment and said, “I heard cash management and logistics. He provides a service. A pathway. A way for people and products to move across borders. For a fee.”
Collins tapped his temple. “Exactly. What is that, if not international trade?”
Some people may call it human trafficking. In the strictest legal sense, it’s facilitated immigration. We’re not the ones putting people on boats. We’re simply creating the legal and financial frameworks that allow for their relocation and employment.
“We’re not selling drugs. We’re providing supply chain logistics for agricultural commodities. We’re not laundering money. We’re engaging in high-volume capital investment through a series of legally sound, albeit complex, corporate entities.”
Collins went on to explain more of the Collins family philosophy. “The difference between us and a common criminal is a comma in the right place of a contract. The difference between a prison sentence and a billion-dollar profit is our ability to redefine a term. That’s our craft. It is a beautiful, intricate, and immensely profitable craft.”
He looked at his grandson. His expression turned serious once more. “Which brings me back to my warning this morning. Morality is for the clergy and the common man. It’s a luxury we cannot afford. It clouds judgment. Our only ethic is the law. We are bound by the terms of the contract, not an ambiguous notion of what one person defines as ethics.”
Collins leaned forward. “What Santoro is doing is what men have always done. He took control and is now creating opportunities. We’re simply the architects who construct the frameworks where they can operate. We’ll draft the agreements for the ‘gestures of appreciation’ to government officials so they read like campaign contributions. We’ll structure the shell corporations so that a trail of cash from a Colombian cartel ends up looking like a legitimate foreign investment from a German holding company. We’ll take the messy reality of his business and make it legal.”
He sat back. “This is the edge of the law, Anthony. Not the edge of morality. There is no line for us to cross because we are the ones who know where the line is drawn and can redraw the line within the construct of our legal frameworks. We will keep him and all our clients on the right side of that line.”
Anthony felt a wave of pride wash over him. His grandfather knew how to walk that tight line that was defined by a defensible legal structure and not some arbitrary ethical line in the sand.
Anthony spoke up. “I understand, Grandfather. I’m eager to get started.”
The passing of Salvador Santoro was not a surprise. He had been in poor health for quite some time. The funeral had been a private Catholic event. What was a surprise was the announcement that a memorial event would be held at the Santoro estate the following weekend.
The estate was set in the country several miles from the city. Salvador had conducted business here, but there had never been any non-business gatherings held here.
Dominic very rarely did things for no apparent reason. He knew that there had always been an interest to see what the inner sanctuary of the Santoro family was like. He wanted to see who showed up.
The Collins family was represented by Anthony James Collins II, the head of the Collins & Winthrop law firm. With him were his daughter-in-law Dr. Elizabeth Collins, the Dean of Ethics & Philosophy at the University and her son Anthony James Collins IV, who was one year out from graduation from Harvard Law School.
Salvador Santoro had humble roots as one of the sons of immigrants from Sicily. He had expanded the family business he inherited to be one of the most influential families in the country. There were people from all socioeconomic levels at the memorial. This included the working-class families that he had helped through rough times to CEOs and high-ranking government officials.
Dominic chose a strategic spot near the fireplace to stand. He greeted and accepted condolences from a steady stream of people who were genuinely paying their respects to those that used this occasion to size up the new head of the Santoro family.
The Collins trio made their way to offer their own well wishes. When they reached the head of the line, Dominic was speaking to a portly state Senator.
Anthony James Collins, also known as just ‘Collins,’ spoke first. “Condolences for the passing of your father, Mr. Santoro. I’m looking forward to supporting your new city renovation project.”
Anthony spoke up. “It’s an honor to meet you again, Mr. Santoro. So sorry to hear about your father.”
Dominic shook both of the men’s hands. “I appreciate your thoughts, gentlemen. I’m sure we will have a mutually beneficial business relationship.”
He looked at Antony and said with a slight smile, “I’m looking forward to the insights young Mr. Collins can bring to the project.”
He turned to Elizabeth. “Dr. Collins. Thank you so much for coming. I appreciate it very much. If you don’t mind staying with me here for a bit, I have some questions regarding the endowment my father granted to the University.”
Elizabeth was shocked at his request. “Of course, Mr. Santoro. I would be happy to do so.”
Collins tapped his grandson on the shoulder. “Anthony, I want to introduce you to some people.”
Elizabeth thought, “Now what is he up to?”
Dominic leaned in and whispered to Elizabeth, “Smile, my dear. Everyone will wonder what you are doing at my side.”
Elizabeth sighed and then whispered back, “I’ll be your eye candy for these people for right now, Dominic. We need to talk, but that can wait a few days out of respect for your father.”
Elizabeth held his arm as the procession of people continued. She knew many of the people here from her position as Dean at the University and from sitting on the boards of several non-profit organizations.
Marco Santoro, Dominic’s uncle, was standing with Hendeson and a couple of other long-time Santori family associations near the bar.
Marco puffed on his ever-present, half-smoked cigar and let out a big puff of smoke. “I’m tellin you, the kid knows how to work a room. He’s brilliant. He got all of these high rollers to come to him today. He can shmooze with the best of them, boys.”
Dominic smiled. He felt that familiar sense of satisfaction when everything goes to plan. He had Elizabeth here by his side as his friends and foes were sizing him up. He had the Collins law firm in his grasp.
Dominic touched Elizabeth’s arm and nodded towards the door. His next target acquisition had just entered the room. It was Angela Blackheart and her sidekick Ashley. He saw the brief moment of hatred on Elizabeth’s face as she saw the two women from the Sanctum.
Dominic thought to himself. “I love it when a plan comes together.”
Collins had introduced Anthony to a long-time friend. The Lieutenant Governor of the state.
Anthony saw a girl standing near his mother and Dominic. She was in her early twenties. She wore a simple, elegant black dress. She had classic Italian beauty with dark, full lips and long, wavy hair that she had pinned up.
As the two men were talking, Anthony interrupted and asked, “Who is that girl standing by Mom and Dominic?”
Collins shook his head. “I’m not sure.”
The Lieutenant Governor said, ‘I believe that is Isabell Santoro. She’s Marco Santoro’s daughter. Dominic’s cousin.”
Anthony explained, “Wow, she’s beautiful.”
The Lieutenant Governor said with a laugh, “You have good taste in women, Anthony. Be warned. Roses have thorns.”