Fatty kept his eyes on Jeannie Evanston as she served drinks. She was a beauty. She was dressed in tight shorts and a tight strapless halter. She was in her mid-twenties, with shoulder-length wavy ash-blonde hair, green eyes, shapely curvy hips, long full sleek legs, and a big upthrust rump.
Fatty’s cock stirred as he looked her over. Rick was a lucky man, he thought, to have such a young attractive wife. I bet he fucks her every night. I would.
Her husband, Rick, was in attendance at their little get-together at Rick’s house, as was Dink who was Fatty’s number one flunkey.
Both Rick and Jeannie realized the importance of making a good impression on Fatty. He was, after all, Rick’s boss, and Jeannie instinctively felt the importance this little get-together could mean to her husband’s advancement.
They all sipped drinks, with soft music playing in the background, and talked of business.
“I’m going to have a trip for you to make for me pretty soon,” Fatty said to Rick. “To speak frankly, it involves transporting some sensitive items to me from Townsend. Items we wouldn’t want the authorities to know anything about.”
He shot a glance at Jeannie, who looked back at him with a look that said, “You know you can trust us. We know some of your business is against the law. No problem.”