Chapter 11

Another day another dollar-The Boss returns the favour using my wife's best friend

Stacey rather sheepishly welcomed the large man into her house. There was something about his mature powerful frame that unnerved her. He'd been polite asking if her husband was in saying he was expected. She had looked quizzical at him. Her husband didn't know any black guys; in fact both of them didn't really like his type. But that would be how Stacey would word it, other might say they were just down right racist. The Boss eased past her, his body enormous compared to her slim 5'5 frame. He'd seen photographs of her before so his eyes didn't linger embarrassingly; he already studied her at his leisure. Today as most times she was dressed in a tight white T shirt and white tennis skirt. Stacey was slim with large hips and pear shaped ass. She dressed taking advantage of her assets. Small breasted she had long shapely legs today in a pair of white matching training shoes. Her skin was always tanned her neck and face freckled, eyes grey and nose upturned; with tied back long dirty blonde hair. This had streaks of black showing through her peroxide locks.

Her husband was watching the TV with a beer and his face turned white as the black dude entered, dressed in his long trench coat. Stacey realised it must be in the high eighties out side and wondered why he would wear such a thing. The man sat down taking a full settee almost to himself. The waif beauty offered him a drink her eyes showing confusion and a little nervousness. The Boss man knew the routine; he'd have to explain, as the husbands always just sat there like rabbits in the headlights looking dumb.

"Have a seat young lady," the Boss said in a deep drawl. "Did you know your husband had a gambling problem?"

Stacey sat knees together prim, balanced on the edge of the soft chair listening. She was growing with anger as she was told how her precious husband had run up an enormous tag at a back street gambling den which the Boss owned. Stacey's fella mumbled and spluttered an excuse why he hadn't been round to settle it, adding he'd get it soon. Stacey's eyes widened in disbelief, he'd just said 4000 bucks. The Boss caught her eye and instantly he knew they didn't have anything near that amount available.

The couple began to stutter some proposal but the Boss just raised his hand to quiet them.

"I already know you can't pay for fucks sake. No one holds out on me unless they have no other choice." Stacey had been furious; now she felt her stomach go in knots. "What's going to happen to him?" She said nervously.

The Boss sat with menace his coat creaking as the leather moved. "Listen honey unless he pays up it's what's going to happen to both of you." She gave a whine face shocked. "But, but!" The Boss stood up." Listen you fucks I already know what I want in payment and if I don't get it right now I'll have my crew burn you're fucking house down with you both in it!"

"Calm down, calm down!" They both said trying to stand. "Sit the fuck down both of you." He hissed. He took his coat off to show his large t shirt chest, a pot belly growing above his waist band. He had a video in his pocket. "Fucking put this on. " He ordered to her husband. "And you miss, sit down next to me."

Stacey edged down against his thigh as he sat there legs open taking virtually all the settee. Once the video began to pay he told her fella to sit back in his drinking seat. The screen was just an electric snow storm which then turned to black then a brightly colored movie began to play. Stacey looked at her husband confused then put her hand over her mouth, it was some kind of porno. She never watched anything like this in fact her husband told her he also never did; which stupidly and innocently she believed.