The Black Card
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Close your eyes and imagine a beautiful, lush green oasis: a Caribbean island at the height of its affluence. Zendea is a beautiful tropical island. It looks perfect on the outside but it’s the underground action that really keeps it afloat. When Rosa’s head hunter arranged for a special meeting, hinting that a unique employer was interested in her talents, Rosa was intrigued. As it happens, The Black Knight Intelligence Agency had been following her for some time. “A half a million upfront and then a million when the operation is in full swing,” said the well dressed headhunter sitting across the table from her. The headhunter pulled a satchel from her file cabinet and let the contents spill onto the table. Money poured out. Rosa looked at the money disbelievingly and asked, “Why me?” The head hunter squirmed in her seat, not quite knowing how to answer the question. The magnificently beautiful woman sitting across from her, even made her own pussy wet and she wasn’t even into women. “Let’s just say you have the experience and skills it takes to pull this off. Your employer would like to remain anonymous, and hopes the money will help stifle any questions or doubt,” the head hunter replied noticing how tight her own nipples had become. That was six months ago. Since then Rosa had changed her name and became Destiny Parker. Destiny had many talents. She was a masterful organizer and she knew how to seduce men. The men she chose were tall, built and rugged. She liked them strong and with an air of self confidence. There was nothing more appealing to her than taming a potentially dangerous man. Destiny never hesitated to use all her sexual resources to entice and captivate the men of her choosing. Seduction was an exciting game. She used her ample skills and assets to acquire men for a multitude of purposes. No man is an island. But an island full of studs suited her just fine. Destiny had everything she could possibly want including a devoted supply of labor to make her dreams and desires come alive. Establishing a transportation system was her latest quest. The roads were now in place and her idea would be realized soon enough. The first car on the island would be a kit car Lamborghini in bright red. It just so happened that was the color of her lushly painted lips when wrapped around a big black cock. Destiny loved entertaining every little creative or sexually charged thought that came to her mind but she tried hard to not fuck her top staff. Ernest was her one exception. His rippling muscles and powerful cock sent her senses reeling. He had a talented way of pounding her g spot, twisting her nipples, and putting pressure on her butt plug that resulted in a screaming orgasm every time. Born of Spanish descent, her lightly tanned complexion, stylish curly black hair and incredible body guaranteed Destiny a fair share of compliments. But Destiny was disciplined. Sex could complicate things and create an environment for emotional issues. So even though her right hand man Ernest wasn’t the only gorgeous piece of ass on her staff available to her, he was the one she chose. Ernest knew he wasn’t the only man in Destiny’s life but he felt privileged to rock her world on home base. Besides being a talented lover Ernest was just the kind of man she wanted on her team. Her handsome stud had earned her trust on more than one occasion. While circling her nipples Destiny thought about the two people closest to her, Ernest and Amelia. She genuinely liked them as people and now they ran the show. Destiny had met Amelia by chance and their friendship had been instantaneous. Before long Amelia became her financial guru, top advisor and best friend. Or so she thought. Destiny let her fingers trail the length of her soft, firm body. The bubbles in the Jacuzzi swirled around her. She grazed her pert hard nipples, her smooth stomach and tight abs as her fingers moved towards her pounding clit. Destiny closed her eyes and thought about Ernest and how his coarse thick tongue could coax magnificent orgasms from her sensitive pussy. A knock on the door startled her and distracted Destiny from her delicious thoughts. It was Amelia. “Come on in Amelia. I’m just in the ensuite.” “Mistress, how are you today beautiful, I am sorry to interrupt you, but I have your quarterly results,” said Amelia averting her eyes. “I’ll just put them on the desk in your bedroom.” Amelia was her charming and beautiful protégé. Their meeting was a chance encounter that over the course of a few months had blossomed into a ripe friendship. Typically when Destiny left the compound she dressed in an array of costumes and disguises so her picture would never be captured and be put on the internet. She spoke to her island residents by way of an elaborate speaker intercom system that covered the scope of the island. Destiny had hired the trades people needed to build the system after careful research into their identities. Then she coaxed them into establishing a living on her island and becoming residents. That’s how Destiny designed her island and decided who would live there. What she didn’t anticipate is that a revolutionary group would form. If anything she was very particular with details and her security was the most high tech in the world. Intent on buying her own fruit and vegetables she left her sanctuary every Tuesday morning to shop. That is when she had met the beautiful and vivacious Amelia. After a few months and numerous conversations, the two women became fast friends. Amelia was both confident and intelligent. Destiny gradually felt comfortable enough to want to include Amelia in her inner circle. It didn’t take long for her to learn Amelia didn’t have any strong connections in her community. Nor did she have a boyfriend. Amelia had felt like a traitor cutting all ties with Jacob. It wasn’t an option. She couldn’t risk his safety. Jacob meant everything to her. Amelia accepted her role that included living in the sanctuary without outside contact in order to fulfill a greater purpose. Amelia was committed to the cause and it was her main focus. “These look very good Amelia. There is an impressive list of credit cards that have not been rejected at the six month mark. Keep up the excellent work, my sexy genius,” she said admiringly as Amelia smiled, nodded, then left the room. Destiny’s fingers trailed to her Brazilian cut turf once more as she thought about her beautiful friend. Amelia had become so trusted she was also overseeing the CFO’s records and reporting back to Destiny. The transition from fruit seller to confidante had been sudden and swift. Amelia had been swooped up one day while working at her fruit stand and had been taken to the compound. In exchange for her allegiance she was assured wealth and comfort. When Amelia accepted the opportunity two body guards watched and helped her pack. There was no time available to alert her loved ones and all means of communication was monitored. Other than that, Amelia lived in paradise. On any given morning you could walk along the beach, smell fresh baked croissants filtering through the narrow streets, and observe vendors and street cart owners getting ready to set up shop. Many impressive villas offered a view of waves lapping on the shore and fishermen trapping fish with giant nets. Not only did the residents get a hefty monthly cheque, they could also benefit from any money making enterprises they aspired to. It was paradise. Zendea is very small, inconspicuous and part of a larger chain of islands. Remote Ankara escort is an understatement. Only small airplanes flown by the handpicked residents of Zendea were permitted to land to deliver goods. Items from bigger boats had to be distributed among Destiny’s crew of smaller vessels and sometimes delivered in parts from the closest island to then be reassembled. When arriving after a one day trip on the open ocean, the workers always had to refuel and carry two extra jugs of gasoline with them. They did this in groups of two or more boats in case of a problem on the open sea. It was a long voyage but they would gladly do it for the Empress of the island. The residents appreciated their wealth and the abundance of resources they could benefit from and contribute to. Tourism was at zero. Social media and internet rumors were spread that the island was poor and largely uninhabited except for wild animals. Monkeys, boars, alligators and a large assortment of lizards was the social media buzz. Truth be told, the vast orchards of exotic fruits would make this island a mecca alone. The game-hackers Destiny employed were skilled and hand picked. Any suggestion that the island was worthy of a visit was immediately squashed and removed by one of the gamer-hackers. The police on the island were overt and their allegiance was to their Empress, Destiny Parker, who changed her appearance and image as often as she changed her clothes. No one had a clear picture of what she looked like. When she went out in public anonymously, with body guards at a discreet distance, she was always in disguise. Her airfield was well guarded by her police. The people of the island worked together to harvest the land and create their own food. Jobs were filled and needs were met. The islanders were issued generous monthly checks along with numerous bonuses for exemplary work. Destiny was a kind and benevolent leader. She handpicked the population of her island so a congenial atmosphere of happiness would be cultivated. Those who wanted to let their demons do their bidding for them with unruly and unwarranted behaviour were asked to leave and were sworn to secrecy. You wouldn’t think this would work but the power of the gamers was almighty. The residents knew you couldn’t hide from them no matter where you were in the world. The residents didn’t know what would happen, if they disobeyed their mandate and told anyone, but there were rumors. There were enough rumors in fact to fuel the revolutionary group’s fire. As it happens, most of the missing residents had agreed to live inside the inner sanctum and thus their disappearance was actually of free will. Security was everything to Destiny. Law and order was established and maintained. The residents created their own affluent society. Goods were being brought in daily. The standard of living and sense of fulfillment ran high among the residents. Jacob couldn’t believe the turnabout of events that had taken place during these last six weeks. Gaming and hacking came naturally to him. He had a mind for it. The oldest of three children, born to hackers, he was keen and handsome but he yearned for his lost lover. Last week he had pursued and found one of Amelia’s old revolutionary contacts. He confronted him. Jacob learned the revolutionaries were being supported by the secretive Black Knight Intelligence Agency and there was a plan in place to take Destiny down. Using a series of proxy servers Jacob entertained a notion to approach the Black Knight Agency regarding what may have happened to his lost love Amelia. He was experienced enough to bypass the gamer-hackers in his correspondence. Using a complicated system of proxy servers to hide from the gamer-hackers he was able to connect with the intelligence agency. They informed him that Amelia’s whereabouts was classified but as it happens there was a need for an additional special agent to accomplish a unique mission, if he was interested. Maybe this would be the ticket to finding his lost love. Before her disappearance Amelia was part of an elite group of twenty something’s that were opposed to the civilization they grew up in. He didn’t even know more than a couple of participants in the group. The revolutionists didn’t see the island as an opportunity to create a beautiful life but rather as a prison designed to control and manipulate the population. Through secret meetings and middle of the night boat runs, they were able to remain undetected from the busy gamer-hackers that kept control. His childhood sweetheart had been part of this revolutionary group before she disappeared. Jacob had wanted no part of it, and didn’t want her to be involved but he couldn’t stop her. His heart ached for the woman he loved. Jacob couldn’t help but wonder how things would have turned out if he was in the know. Jacob knew he had to become part of it all in order to find Amelia so he agreed to the mission. In Jacob’s pursuit in finding out what had happened he learned a few things. Neighbors and friends said she had been engaging in an animated conversation with an unusual woman that wore a lot of scarves the morning of her disappearance. Reports said two body guards were in her home, and then they drove off in the direction of the remote part of the island, never to be seen again. Remembering his feelings made Jacob’s blood boil. He was fit and strong from repeatedly displacing his anger towards his missing love, through hard physical exercise. He suspected the Empress was involved and he hated her for it. More than anything, being part of the Black Knight Intelligence community would help him find out what happened to his beloved Amelia. Through multiply proxy servers he established communication with the rep he knew from the revolutionary group that would sneak him off the island to get briefed and trained in Washington. The revolutionary even provided him with fake id. When Jacob arrived in Washington he was greeted at the airport by a representative he prearranged to meet. A whirlwind of training over the next two months ensued. It was rigorous and intense. When Jacob arrived back to the island he was ready. The first thing he needed to do was contact Ernest. Jacob and Ernest grew up together as kids on the island. They would chase girls together and hung around a lot. Their friendship slowed down to a crawl when Ernest had moved closer to the underground compound. There wasn’t very much out there. Jacob didn’t want his friend to be caught up in the middle of this but he had no choice. Jacob found out from The Black Knight Agency that Ernest frequented a certain show bar with exotic dancers. It was not his speed, but he would do what was necessary. His heart and loins yearned for Amelia. She was the one that made him endlessly hard with her charms. When Jacob entered the bar the strippers looked appreciatively his way, hoping he would like a lap dance. He was disappointed to find Ernest wasn’t there. One of the beautiful black strippers had a booty similar to his lost love. That night he masturbated to thoughts of Amelia dancing seductively around a pole. Maybe he should introduce himself he thought the next night as he sat at a table biding the time. He watched the hot babe’s tits bounce and their booties sway. Jacob didn’t know how much longer he could abstain without giving in to temptation. Then one night his friend made an appearance. “Hey, man, is that you?” asked Ernest. “What the hell, it is you! Nice to see you buddy!” said Ernest. Ankara escort bayan “What are you doing in a peeler bar on this side of the island? This would be the last place I thought I would ever see you,” said Ernest as the bros exchanged a bear hug. They were happy to see each other and fell easily into animated conversation. After a couple of hours and many drinks later Jacob decided to make his pitch. He was drunk but he knew what he was doing and he knew to make this work. He needed to persuade Ernest when he was vulnerable. “Look man, truth be told, I’m hurtin. I know we all get generous checks each month but my gambling debts are out of control. There is a man who will pound me into pieces unless I get a hold of some real money fast. Either that or I would need to disappear,” Jacob said forlornly looking sadly into the beer glass he was drinking before he took a sip. Ernest looked at his long time friend and felt sorry for him. He knew exactly how Jacob could disappear as well as make a ton of cash. He remembered that Jacob had been one hell of an outstanding gamer. “Look, I might have something for you,” Ernest said looking at his friend appraisingly. After a lengthy discussion Ernest decided to include Jacob and trust him to be part of the crew. That’s where Jacob’s adventure started. Now here he was with his best buddy from childhood, sitting in a parked car at the Kinarkey supermarket. “Follow me and keep your mouth shut. Make sure you mind your manners too, okay. The money is huge. You’ll love it and with your skills you’ll be a real asset.” As Jacob followed Ernest into the inner sanction he had been briefed on, he thought about how he hated doing this to his best friend. When the time came Jacob knew he would protect Ernest at all costs. They walked through the back door and into the offices. Everything looked as it should until they arrived at the entrance to a room that required a computer code. Ernest entered the code and the door opened. In the next room, a couple of guards stood watch as the men emptied their pockets. The friends put their belongings, including their cell phones in the basket and took the corresponding number tags to their belongings. A buzzer sounded admitting them into the next room, where they were frisked by three guards. Next, a man punched some numbers into a key pad that opened a door that led into a long tunnel. They walked down a slope for a long distance before arriving at another door. They pressed the buzzer and waited. ********************** Destiny’s little underground kingdom was heavily guarded. It was here where she made her wealth and maintained her affluent economy so easily. It was her credit card headquarters. It was her sure way of bringing lots of money into her country to sustain her economy. It was her ticket, her sanctuary. Destiny loved having the freedom to develop a new identity. The power she felt in her ability to make things happen was exhilarating and intoxicating. How could she resist the charms of making the world her play ground? She was truly incognito. Of course there would be no trace, no history, no way of finding her. Her gamers made sure of that. The 5’9, 130 lb beauty pulled forward her black hoody over her hair and licked her newly placed lip ring. Her eye makeup was thick, black and caked on. Her sparkling green intelligent eyes still set her apart from the norm. She fit in perfectly in the underground trash bar in Germany. Knowing three languages helped. Loud grunge music filled the dark crevices around her. Various coloured hair reflected in waves bounced around the walls via the lasers. Cages of erotic dancers inspired the mood, but Destiny was here for one thing only; to attract new customers to supply her growing empire. Her business had been growing almost as extensively as her wardrobe choices. It was a lucrative two way relationship. “Wie gehts?” Destiny asked the waiter with the hungry look in his eye. Maybe she would satisfy that hunger. He was latin and sexy. She hoped he knew how to use his tongue because he was just her type. Armondo definitely had been showing an interest in her ever since she had started coming to the bar. He was her best choice of the candidates available. “Sehr gut! Danke! Zu trinken?” asked the sexy man with sexy smile. He spoke german with an accent. “Do you speak english?” Destiny asked while posing her delectable body in a flirtatious stance. “It’s my first language hon. Here let me make you a German specialty, sure to satisfy!” Destiny watched the attractive bartender pour five different liquors and liqueurs with assorted mixes in a large glass. After two sips Destiny felt the rush of intoxication. She’d better sip this one slowly, she decided. Destiny had been staking out the bar for a few weeks now. During that time she became friendly with the staff and tipped generously, feeling them out. Being a waiter, Armondo could easily get the information to further her business. He was her target. “C’mere babe, I wanna make you spin,” he said in English enticing her to dance on the crowded dance floor while he was on a break. “Armondo, you tease, where did you learn that,” Destiny said trailing her arms over his strong shoulders. She had taken her hoody off and had a simple tank top on underneath. She knew it revealed her sexy body and felt eyes gravitate towards her the minute she took it off. “Mmm, you smell nice,” Destiny said taking a whiff of his hair as her lips brushed his ear while dancing. “One day soon, I will have you,” he said smiling as their dance ended and he made his way towards the waiting customers in the VIP section. They were super rich and demanded excellence when it came to service. Armondo had a charm that delivered. As Armondo walked away Destiny couldn’t help but fixate on his tight ass that was outlined in his tight jeans. His front looked very inspiring as well: what a package. Destiny had already decided that today was the day she would make her move. There was no turning back. She already had an ample supply of clients and they kept the money rolling in. It was time to reel one more in. There wasn’t any harm in enjoying the process. Destiny knew there were other ways of securing credit cards, especially since her gamer-hackers were so talented but she couldn’t resist using her power and charms to collaborate with sexy men. She wanted to make sure the credit card numbers obtained were from people with a nice supply of disposable cash to draw on. As it became close to closing time the patrons dispersed. Groups filtered out. Drunks got in cabs. In a booth in the bar, Armondo caught site of Destiny with her head in her folded arms. It looked like she had passed out in that position. He was the only one left and it was closing time. Armondo could feel the danger signals of his attraction to her but this one was hard to resist. Fucking bar patrons was never his style, but this girl was exceptional. Her wide set eyes and irresistible mouth were hard to ignore. “Destiny, sweetie, let me help you up,” Armondo said, not knowing that she had left her purse and id at home after paying for the cab with cash. Somewhere along the night Destiny had taken a sedative to achieve this desired effect. Gorgeous as she was she knew the waiters and bartenders in popular bars constantly had customers hitting on them. Destiny needed to seal the deal. This was her ruse. Not knowing where she lived, Armondo took her back to his place and placed her on the sofa. He wondered Escort Ankara what asshole had slipped her something and made a mental note to find out in the morning. The next morning the smell of coffee stirred her nostrils. “Ah, the beauty awakes,” Armondo said as she got up. “Oh, what happened?” she moaned. Destiny looked stunning as she took the cup of coffee. Her hair was messed up and sometime in the middle of the night she had taken off her bra and pants. Armondo could see her nipples through her shirt and it was making him hard. As she went to brush her teeth, he watched her ass cheeks sway back and forth. By the time Destiny came out, his cock was standing demandingly at attention. When Destiny opened the door he grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the wall. “Fuck, what you do to me Destiny!” With those words, Armondo’s tongue found hers and the dance began. Destiny started to grind her hips into his with slow erotic motions. He moaned softly and kissed the top of her breasts undoing her shirt, button by button. Destiny’s turquoise half-bra was soon on the floor as he reached his fingers into the folds of her warm, wet, pussy. Destiny tossed back her long dark hair and called out, “Ohh, yes.” She was surprised when he lifted her and laid her down on the bed. He used his lips and tongue to give her a pussy bath she’d never forget. After a couple of very loud orgasms, Armondo mounted the hot beauty quivering on the bed underneath him. She was wet, so very wet, and his cock slid inside her warm wetness with steady ease. “Gawd, you’re beautiful!” he said watching Destiny’s tits bounce as he fucked her. When Destiny squeezed her pussy muscles hard, Armondo just about came. He pulled out, hovered over the entrance to her pussy and started sucking on her amazing tits with great interest. “Feed them to me gorgeous,” Armondo said, sucking on her nipples with wild enthusiasm. Destiny slid her beautifully manicured hands up the sides of her tits, forcing them into Armando’s mouth. Within minutes she felt a current surge through her nipples that sent sensations straight to her pussy. “Ohh Armondo,” Destiny moaned as Armondo pushed her nipples in with the head of his manhood, then he slid between her perfect tits. Destiny pushed her tits around his hard cock and watched his wet, thick, cock slide in and out. After a little while Armondo spilled his load all over them. She rubbed his cum all over her tits as he watched, until her breasts and nipples became shiny. As he watched, Destiny lifted one breast and licked his cum off of it and her nipple. Then she did the same to the other. “My ass babe, take me,” Destiny urged. Armondo turned Destiny over and admired her smooth contours. Her back and was long and lean. It was free of blemishes and culminated into the perfect ass. Armondo loved watching his cock slide into a hot little ass. One of such sheer perfection deserved some appreciation. He put his finger over Destiny’s mouth as his other hand maneuvered his stiff cock up and down her gorgeous ass crack. Destiny responded by seductively sucking his finger like a cock. When Armondo parted her perfect cheeks he heard Destiny moan softly. Then she started sucking his finger in and out of her gorgeous mouth, encouraging him to seek his quest further. His cock glistened with fresh cum as he slid into her slowly. She was tight. Very tight. “Yeah, ooo fuck yeah,” Destiny moaned as Armondo stretched her little hole wide open to take his girth. Armondo was big and meaty and he knew she could feel every inch of him inside her. Grunting, he pushed and pushed until bamm, he pushed in past his sphincter creating elation from both parties. Then Armondo started fucking Destiny hard. With aerobic ease they fucked like wild animals. He drove into her mercilessly until they were both a hot mess. When they came it was intense and extremely satisfying and primal. “You fuck my cock so good with that sexy ass,” Armondo exclaimed giving her sexy cheeks a slap. She had circled and grinded and pushed back into his raging hard on like an Empress. Exhausted they made their way into the shower. “Make sure you don’t miss a spot,” said Destiny laughing as her lover soaped her gorgeous body. His hands were all over her and inside her. He really knew how to satisfy a woman. Armondo looked into the natural beauty’s eyes as his finger found her clit. He started rubbing and felt her hand reach for him. Water trickled down Destiny’s gorgeous features as she stroked his hard cock and he rubbed her sensitive clit. Armondo pushed her against the shower wall. Destiny wrapped her legs around him and felt his hard cock penetrate her pussy. They kissed and fucked as the water trickled around them. When they got into Armondo’s bed they were exhausted. After laughing and giggling they snuggled into each other’s arms and fell asleep. Destiny woke up first. They had fucked and slept the day away. When Armondo woke up from a nap, he could smell the rich aroma of fresh garlic and ginger. The smell of home cooking made his stomach start to growl. Their love making had been intense and they had both exerted a lot of energy. Before long she placed a heaping plate of fresh veggies in front of him with pieces of tender chicken infused with garlic and ginger. Armondo ate ravenously. He ate dinner like he ate pussy; with lip smacking, savouring intent. “I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself,” Destiny purred. He pulled her lips to his and kissed her softly. “Thank you bella, you did an exquisite job, my seductress,” he replied. It was over dinner that Destiny proposed her idea. “I just need you to get me the credit card numbers and I can do the rest. You’ll be rich beyond your dreams. If anyone ever questions you, just say it was so busy you had no idea what the person looked like. Armondo you cater to the VIP section. Your twenty something, rich kid crowd drop money like crazy, and it takes them a longer time to report their cards as lost or stolen in most cases. You do go through hundreds of credit card purchases a night, don’t you?” “Yes I do, but I don’t know if this is a good idea Destiny,” Armondo said skeptically shaking his head. He had always prided himself as being an honest guy who took the high road and did the right thing. He made plenty of cash and didn’t need more. What she was proposing was highly illegal and didn’t sit well with him. Unflinching, Armondo sat and listened. “You don’t have to do anything but record the slips when you’re doing your cash out in the office, before you hand them in. It will seem like you’re texting when you type in the person’s name and corresponding three digit cvv number into your phone during work. It’s so dark and busy in there you’ll pull it off easily. Plus you’ll have more money than you know what to do with. We’ll space out the timing so the connection with your establishment will be shrouded and eyes won’t be pointed in your direction.” “I will have to think about it, my gorgeous bella,” Armondo said, unsure of how to deal with her proposal but not willing to let the beautiful woman before him disappear into thin air. They were lying side by side when she again presented him with the idea. As Destiny started to talk again he pressed a finger to her lips and ran a hand down the length of her voluptuous curves. “Shhh, bella, for now, we just enjoy,” Armondo whispered as he worshipped her body with his touch. “Ooohh,” she panted as he proceeded to stir her into an erotic state of arousal once more. Their bodies fit together like pieces of puzzle. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Unfortunately the next day Destiny received an alert from one of her online gaming programmers. The text read that a sub code had been discovered that was putting a percentage of the credit card transactions into her controller’s personal account.
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