Four Corners
Copyright© 2023 by Jake Prescott
Chapter 185
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 185 - Four Corners, in the middle of central Iowa, was a world unto itself. Truck stop and diner. An unincorporated village of 800. Over 12,000 acres of prime farmland. A destination restaurant - Chez Claire. A strip club, Pink Pussy, with private trailers in back. All owned and managed by a 52-year-old woman named Claire Stillman, and her two children - Willow and Luke. Paid sex has always drawn organized crime and invited betrayal. Claire was seasoned, tough, and strong-willed. Would that be enough?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Daughter Bestiality Masturbation
Max Fowler had shed 22 pounds in the four days that Willow and Doctor Millie Ransome worked on him. He was broken now — he’d given up any last remnants of hope for a quick death.
Willow called her mother, “Claire, you and Luke should stop by — he’s ready to talk details now.”
“Bank-account details?”
“Yep. Tell Hymie to come too — he’ll be able to execute all the transfers.”
“Excellent. I’ll bring Riley too — I want her to see how we do business.”
Ten minutes later, the Four Corners management team was studying Max Fowler with interest. He was cuffed — ankles and wrists — to an X-frame. His naked body was largely unmarked, with the exception of his genitals where Willow had concentrated much of her attention.
There were also a few bruises and abrasions where Willow had used a low-voltage stun gun as a warmup instrument.
Riley was new to the scene. She could still recognize the physical man who had fucked her and shared her in Atlanta. But the confidence, the arrogance, the posture — all of that had long evaporated.
Hymie Roth sat at a small desk with his laptop at the ready. He stole an occasional admiring glance at Willow, but was concentrating on asset transfers. He was cleaning out Fowler’s various business and personal accounts, wiring the proceeds to numbered accounts around the world.
Willow uncured Fowler’s right wrist so he could sign over the deeds to his Buckhead house, his shares of the five strip clubs, and various other real estate parcels he’d accumulated over his career.
The new owner was a Delaware-based LLC, which in turn was owned by a series of shell companies around the world.
Hymie Roth repeated the process with as much of the assets they could access from the other three partners — Christopher Henry Brady, Mike Gleason, Jimmy Horton.
Those three, along with Fowler, hadn’t been seen by their associates in four days, but no alarm had yet been sounded, no police report filed.
Willow re-cuffed Fowler, and patted his penis fondly, “Okay, Max, tell Claire why you went after her 12,000 acres.”
Head bowed, he never looked up from the floor, “Rare earths.”
Claire sat up, “That was why they took those core samples. And water samples.”
Luke frowned, “I thought those rare-earth minerals were in Africa. Southeast Asia.”
Max sighed, and spoke in a resigned, barely audible voice, “Rare-earth minerals aren’t actually all that rare. They just don’t come in big chunks or veins. They’re spread all over the world. But they’re usually buried too deep to mine and separate.”
Willow said, “But if they strip-mined Four Corners — basically raped it — they could gouge out tons and tons of earth. In other words, Fowler would destroy the land to get small accumulations of ore.”
Claire, “What kind of minerals are here?”
Again, Fowler was barely audible, “Cerium. Scandium, Lanthanum, Thulium.” He named several other minerals, and added, “A cell phone alone needs over 40 rare-earth minerals.”
Hymie Roth, nodded, “Companies spend millions to make billions. They extract, separate, refine, and exploit.”
Willow said, “There’s more. Fowler — well, it was actually Brady’s responsibility — he has lobbyists up in DC.”
Claire, “Whatever for?”
Willow patted Fowler’s penis once again. He said, “To apply the 1950 Defense Production Act to the mining process. To pull out all the stops to get at those minerals. To quit being dependent on foreign countries like the Congo.”
Hymie Roth spoke up again, “They used the Defense Production Act to rush through Covid-19 vaccines.”
Claire, “So they’d use it here to get around EPA restrictions.”
Willow, “And to speed up the permitting process.”
Claire, “So if Fowler owned 12,000 acres and was willing to strip-mine it to the core...”
Willow, “Yeah, taking over Pink Pussy and the rest of the commercial strip would be a nice little chunk of change. And so would owning all our whores. But the big money would be in the destruction of the rest of the land.”
Claire was quiet for several moments. Then she spoke softly to Willow, “You and Millie can keep Fowler alive for as long as you like. Do whatever you want to him. No limits.”
As she walked Riley back to the family compound, she put her arm around the girl’s shoulders, “Now tell me all about Baron.”
