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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
Christine realizes that she can get out of the business since her husband is feeling healthier. Unfortunately, the drug lord she deals with is in no mood to let her go. Not only does the drug lord know what she looks like, but he's also got Amanda as a sex toy to torture her husband's brother, a DEA agent. She hatches a plan to try to break free but will it execute as she planned or will it fail?
Warning! This 11,720 word explicit story contains black MMMMM / Caucasian F, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, triple penetration, and bukakes! Christine ends up being the baddest teacher and drug cook she can be in this exciting conclusion to the Becoming Bad series!
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Becoming Baddest
By Jenna Powers
A loud bang filled the air and Christine screamed, dropping the bag that was in her hands. She quickly ducked under a nearby table and covered her head. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, her plan was not supposed to put her own life in danger.
More loud bangs filled the air and she heard thumps as bodies fell to the ground. Christine tried to think, trying to figure out how to get out of the situation. She knew that the table surrounding her was not going to protect her that well.
“Fuck! Fuckin’ spics! Fuckin’ spics! Take this shit mothafuckas!” A voice yelled.
Christine recognized it as Terrance, the big, muscular bodyguard of Fat Joe. She looked to the side to see a nearby window. If she could manage to make it there, she’d be able to jump out, and possibly get out of the room.
She slowly got up and made her way towards the window. She was just a couple feet away, then a foot, and then inches away. Her fingers touched the glass when she felt a sharp pain on her upper back. She crumpled to the ground and closed her eyes, and within moments the world began to grow white.
Christine felt her body slowly falling towards the ground, as if she was in slow motion. Memories started to flood her mind, starting from the day her husband found that he had cancer. Onward to the day she found out about the spy within Fat Joe’s crew. And finally onto the fateful day when she began executing her plan.
***
A few weeks prior...
Christine heard a knock at the door and she looked out the peephole to see Tom awkwardly standing around. He wiped his bald head and looked around, waiting for a response. Christine opened the door and smiled.
“Tom! What brings you here?” She greeted.
“Uh... is Walt home?”
“He’s in the garden out back. Come on in,” Christine said.
“Thanks,” Tom replied as he walked in.
“Everything okay?” Christine asked.
“Yeah, sure, uh... I guess, I don’t know,” Tom replied.
“You really don’t look so good. Go sit down in the living room, I’ll go grab Walt,” Christine said.
Tom walked into the living room and sank into a nearby seat. He was sweating, and slightly trembling. Christine walked towards the backyard, her mind racing. She wondered if it was due to the stolen DVD that had his informant taped.
“Walt!” She called out.
Walt turned, smiling at her. He put down the small watering bucket and walked up to her, his hands dirty with soil.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Tom’s here. He doesn’t look too good,” Christine replied.
“Really? Oh boy, I think I know what this is about,” he said as he turned and walked over to a faucet.
He washed his hands for a few minutes, making sure to clean every little bit of his hands. He was looking much healthier now, and his hair was slowly starting to grow back. The treatments had been successful and he was slowly returning back to his normal self.
Even though his health was getting better, Christine’s luck was slowly running out. She was still stuck cooking for Fat Joe and his crew, and to make matters worse, she led them straight to Tom’s wife, Amanda. They took incriminating photos of Amanda in various sexual positions with Fat Joe and his crew.
The money was good, but the risks were getting higher and higher. Tom had already closed in on Trevon and had gotten a slightly larger team. Christine had to get out of the business but with Amanda’s compromising photos, she was in an absolutely horrible position.
“What’s it about?” Christine asked.
Walt sighed and dried off his hands on his shirt.
“It’s uh... It’s Amanda. She’s uh... well...” Walt paused and raised his hands in a drinking motion.
“She’s drinking?”
“Yeah, she’s apparently gotten back into the habit. To make matters worse, she’s been disappearing occasionally, for long hours at a time,” Walt said.
“How come you never told me?”
“I didn’t want you to get all worked up too. I know you’ve been really busy lately with students and working late,” Walt explained.
“Hey, you still have to bring stuff like that up, I saw her a couple weeks ago,” Christine said.
“Really? What’d you see her for?” Walt asked.
“I was stopping by while going to a student’s house. She... opened a small bottle of whiskey,” Christine informed.
“She what? You should have told me that!”
“I went back a short time after and she seemed fine,” Christine said.
“Oh boy, I remember the last time we went through this. It’s going to a long couple of days,” Walt said as he walked into the house.
Walt made his way to the living room and sat across from Tom. He nodded to him and smiled.
“Hey Tom.”
“Walt.”
“You alright?”
“I don’t know what to do anymore, you know? I thought it was all over. I mean, the last intervention we had, I thought that was it. I can’t believe she’s starting again,” Tom said.
“Are you sure she’s drinking that much?” Walt asked.
“Yeah, I found a couple of empty bottles. I tried talking to her about it and she snapped. Even now she’s out somewhere, doing God knows what,” Tom replied.
Christine lingered around at the edges of the room, listening intently. Tom was absolutely distraught. These past few weeks, while having a larger task force, he himself was becoming brasher, taking more chances.
She turned and quietly headed up to the master bedroom. She pulled out her phone and dialed Fat Joe. After a few moments, he picked up.
“Speak.”
“It’s Rousseau.”
“I know. What you want?”
“Is the federal agent’s wife there?”
There was a brief moment of silence. Christine’s eyes widened as she heard the sounds of moaning coming from the other end of the phone.
“That answer the question?” Fat Joe asked.
“What the fuck Joe?! You’re putting our entire operation at risk!”
“Bitch, you work for me. And if this bitch wants to swing by and suck our cocks while we fuck the shit outta her, that’s her business. Now, what do you want? I need to get back to fuckin’ this fine ass white bitch,” Fat Joe replied angrily.
“You need to listen to me, you need to stop this or else things are going to get bad,” Christine warned.
“Fuck that, there be nothin’ that scares me. Just keep yo shit flowin’,” Fat Joe replied before he hung up.
“Un-fucking-believable...” Christine muttered.
Christine paced around the room, her heart racing as she tried to figure out what to do. She had already started cooking more than usual, half of it going to Fat Joe and the other half being saved. She was waiting on Maurice to get his own network setup so that she could start selling in the projects to the east.
She had to hasten up her efforts and get the sold stock out the door. This was the last straw. She hurried downstairs and passed by the living room.
“Hey Walt, Tom, sorry, I just got an urgent call from the [...]
