"The Laundromat King" (closed)

[PennySaver]

"Karen, there is no such thing as sort of smuggling... either you did or you didn't. Since I am looking at the diamonds right now, I would say that you absolutely did smuggle diamonds into the country for Alexis."

Karen donned a pouty expression, countering, "Well, you're just wrong, Michael. It is just sort of."

She leaped into an explanation about how she hadn't done anything illegal by not declaring the diamonds, that no one had been hurt except that the government hadn't gotten its 12% tariff on diamond imports and that hey, big companies like the diamond merchants with whom Alexis was battling cheated on their taxes all the time and that that was all a tariff was, a form of tax and yadda yadda yadda she went on parroting what Alexis had told her to convince her that this was an okay thing to do.

When Karen said she was doing another run, Michael yelled, "NO."

He questioned why she would do this, naming various reasons; the one that got the biggest reaction from her was Are you in love with Alexis? Karen had liked Alexis almost from the moment she'd met her, and she'd thought her one of the most beautiful women she'd ever met as well. And while Karen had secretly harbored a desire to one day make love with another woman, she hadn't considered that likely when she first met Alexis.

If wasn't until after one of their dinners that they'd gone dancing, and while the two of them were feeling no pain and dancing closely together, Alexis had pulled Karen up against her and pressed their mouths together in a soft yet passionate kiss. It had sent a chill up Karen's spine that had then exploded her skin in goose flesh. Alexis had asked if she'd overstepped, and while Karen hadn't immediately responded one way or the other, before the evening ended they were clutching each other in the back hall near the bathroom, kissing passionately while hands roamed over one another's bodies.

No … no, Karen would have to say she wasn't in love with Alexis. But … she sure loved kissing her, groping her, and -- after tonight -- making love with her.

"Do you want to go to jail?"

"No!" Karen spat out without hesitation as Michael was getting out of the bed and heading for the bathroom. "Of course not … and I won't. I was careful."

She sat there in silence, just thinking about the situation through most of Michael's shower. Finally, she hopped up, threw on some sweats and slip-on deck shoes and left. When Michael came out of the bathroom, he would find a note on the bed: Went out for milk, eggs, and a drink. Go home. I'll call you tomorrow.

She wouldn't.

 

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Michael was absolutely shocked that Karen had been so brainwashed by Alexis. Karen was so confused. Alexis was so deep in her brain that Karen couldn't think straight, and after tonight, Karen would be even more brainwashed because Alexis had shown her a whole new level of pleasure.

After toweling off, Michael walked out of the bathroom and saw that Karen was gone. He read the note and shook his head. There was nothing he could do about it as far as Karen was concerned. He would have to work it out with Alexis.

He dressed and headed to the laundromat. He had to empty and refill the coin machines and make sure that he got the receipts for Hannah. She would not be happy if he got her backed up with the books.

Once he had taken care of the machines at both stores, he settled into his office at the original laundromat. He contemplated how to approach Alexis about backing off from Karen. Despite his hopes, he knew it was a long shot. Alexis had leverage over him and she wouldn't let it go... would she?

It was a long day at the office. Michael ran the previous night through his mind several times. It was an incredible night. He had cum 4 times with Karen and Alexis and would not mind doing that again in the future. However, he knew that Alexis used that to show him just how much control she had, and how she could manipulate every situation to her advantage.

As he was getting ready to close up at the end of the night, he was surprised to find Hannah walking in the front door. "Two nights in a row here? Why are you here? Did your boss send you to check up on me or something?"

 

[PennySaver]

"They found him dead in a ditch," were the first words Hannah spoke once she'd walked up closer to Michael. He obviously couldn't know about whom she was speaking, so she clarified, "Ripper ... the guy at Stubby's who loaned us his Bronco, remember … after your tires were removed … remember?"

The bikers had had fun with Michael that night, putting his old rig up on blocks, removing all four tires, and then staging a strip show atop them with a well endowed biker chick who'd flashed Michael. Ironically, when they put the wheels and tires back on the next day so that he could retrieve it, they'd actually rotated the tires and checked all the air pressures. The may have been outlaw bikers, but they had a true respect for the automobile, even if it wasn't their own.

"They found out that Ripper was the one talking to the Feds," Hannah continued. "It was why we almost got busted the next morning with that bag of heroine. They found him this morning, stuck under a fallen tree that was laying in the river."

She moved up to Michael and threw her arms around his torso, telling him, "I'm scared. Will you come home with me tonight?"

 

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Michael took Hannah in his arms and listened as she rambled on. It was not unusual for Hannah to ramble; something Michael had learned early on. This, however, was different. There was fear in her voice, and it was genuine.

He caressed her back as he held her and listened to her story. "He almost got me arrested Hannah. Actually, if you had not forgotten your cell phone, we both could have been arrested. As it turned out, I was still interrogated by the police and, fortunately, I was able to convince them that they had nothing on me. I don't think they believed my story, but they couldn't find the H, so, they had to let me go."

Holding her tight, Michael whispered to her, "I don't think anyone should get killed over this stuff, but he did put you and me at risk, and he definitely put the shipment of heroin at risk, which is dangerous business."

Taking her hand, Michael agreed to go home with Hannah. She gave him the keys to her car and he helped her in the passenger side before going around and getting in. He patted her knee. "We are okay, Hannah. We did nothing wrong. In fact, we protected the package. They should be thanking us that they didn't lose the heroin that the guy dimed us out on. We did good by them."

Pulling the car into the parking garage of Hannah's condo, he found her parking space and pulled in. Moving around the car, he opened the door for her, and helped her out. He took her hand as they walked. "My biggest concern right now, other than pissing off Alexis, is that the police are going to want to talk to me about Ripper. They are going to want to know if I had something to do with it."

After he closed and locked the door to Hannah's condo, Michael turned around to see her staring at him. "Michael, take me to bed. I want you to make love to me or fuck me, whatever you want to do with me. Just take me to my bed now.... please Michael."

Smiling at her, Michael joked with her. "But Hannah, you haven't had anything to drink, have you? Do you want to get drunk and fuck? Or would you rather stay sober and remember everything we do?" He walked over and placed his hands on her hips. Looking down at her, "I am teasing Hannah. It was just a joke."

Following her to her bedroom, Michael watched as Hannah started to undress on the way. If nothing else, this new business arrangement had certainly improved his sex life. When Hannah made it to her bed, she turned around and faced Michael as she pushed down her panties and stepped out of them. She then reached for his pants and unbuttoned and unzipped them; pushing them down his legs before kneeling in front of him.

Removing his shirt while Hannah pulled his boxerbriefs down aggressively, Michael watched as she licked his hardening shaft and began to suck it. She obviously did not have much experience sucking cock, but she was certainly trying her best.... and her best was pretty damned good.

When they moved to the bed, Michael slid between Hannah's legs and slowly, teasingly ate her sweet pussy. Her moans were the moans of a woman who was loving what was happening, and who was going to remember it in the morning.

Bringing Hannah right to the edge, Michael stopped, and, as Hannah begged him to let her cum, he slowly kissed up her body until his hard shaft brushed along her inner thigh and then over her pussy.

He kissed her deeply; allowing her to taste her own juices on Michael's lips and tongue. She sucked hard on his tongue and then Michael slid his cock into her tight pussy. She screamed loudly in pleasure, and Michael knew that her first orgasm was not far behind.

After her first orgasm, Hannah begged Michael to let her get on top of him. "I want to ride your hard cock Michael. I want to ride it and remember how good it feels to have you shoot your cum into me. Will you cum with me please?"

By the time Hannah was finished, she had cum four times. After her last orgasm, she told Michael she wanted his second load of cum in her mouth. "I want to suck your cum out of you Michael. I want to taste your cum on my tongue and feel it slide down my throat."

She moved between his legs and began to devour his cock. She looked up at him and removed his cock from her mouth for a second. "You drive me crazy. You make me say things that I never would dream of saying, and you make me do things I never thought of doing. Now, give me your cum."

She fell asleep curled in Michael's arms. He was wide awake. His world was in turmoil and he was having more sex in two nights than he had in months prior to get hooked up in Alexis' business. There was something else that was keeping him awake... he had feelings for Hannah.

When Michael woke up, Hannah was not there. He wondered if she just left, but, it was her place. Would she just leave him there? Then he heard the shower going, and he figured Hannah was getting herself ready for the day. He climbed out of bed, and went into the bathroom and joined her in the shower.

When they finally finished in the shower, they both dressed. Michael told Hannah that he was going to catch an Uber to the laundromat so that she didn't have to drive him there. They left the condo together, and engaged in a long, deep kiss before going their separate ways.

As he walked into the laundromat, he heard a voice. "Where have you been all night? Your car is parked out front, but you were nowhere to be found. Did you have car troubles last night?" Michael looked over and, he had to admit, he wasn't surprised who he saw.

 

[PennySaver]

Hannah woke up early to the stirrings of her lover. She turned and looked at Michael for a long moment before rising and standing over the bed. She wasn't accustomed to a bed partner, and if it hadn't been for her extreme exhaustion after their night of enthusiastic fucking, she wouldn't have been able to sleep next to him at all.

As it was, waking to his movement moments ago had been a relief for her. Hannah was a bit embarrassed about how she'd acted last night; she'd become a dirty, nasty, cock hungry, orgasm craved whore. Well, not whore, as Michael hadn't paid her for her services. But in her mind she'd practically acted like one. She was becoming a different person in bed via her time with Michael, and she was torn between whether she liked it or not. Oh sure, the orgasms were incredible and welcomed; until Michael, she'd never truly remembered whether or not she'd enjoyed sex with a man because she'd always been so blitzed. She liked actually and truly enjoying the heights of climax; she liked remembering the next morning; she liked how sexual satisfaction seemed to make the rest of her day seem less ... boring and routine.

But at the same time, Hannah hadn't been raised to be what she was last night. The way in which she'd attacked Michael's cock, with both her mouth and pussy. Sober, she realized two things about having cum deposited in her mouth: first, she hated the taste and was barely able to force herself to swallow it; second, she couldn't wait to have Michael empty his cock beyond her lips again because she knew what it did to him.

This morning, though, Hannah just needed to slip out undetected, and she'd hoped to get her shower down, her outfit on, and her tight little ass out the door before Michael awoke. And yet, a minute into the cleansing of sweat, cum, and pussy from her body, her lover was joining Hannah in the shower. She contemplated bending over for him in the quest of more ecstasy, but she resisted and worked with Michael to clean themselves up for a new day.

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"Where have you been all night?"

Taylor Riggs was sitting atop one of the folding tables in the lotus position; her jacket and shoes sat to one side of her while her badge and Beretta 9mm semiautomatic pistol -- in its holster -- sat on the other. She saw the expression on the laundromat owner's face at remembering her and smiled at his Oh, fuck it's you reaction.

"Your car is parked out front, but you were nowhere to be found," she said as she unkinked her ankles from her legs, wiggled them to get the blood free flowing again, then began donning her shoes again. "Did you have car troubles last night?"

She hopped down to the floor and began putting her tools of the trade back in place on her belt. With a suggestive tone, Taylor asked, "Or ... did you get lucky with that cute little number cruncher of yours ... you know, the petite little thing with the nipples that get hard every time she sees you ... Hannah, right...? King?"

 

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Although Michael had fully expected a visit from the police after Hannah had delivered the news of Ripper's untimely interaction with a tree, he did not think that they would be there so early.

Looking at Riggs as she slipped off the table and got her gear together, Michael shifted from one foot to the other. "I am not sure that what I was doing last night is any real concern of yours Officer."

Riggs looked back at him after placing her service weapon on her belt. "Knowing what people who are involved in illegal activities are up to is my job... and it is Detective, not Officer."

"So, what I was doing last night is somehow a criminal activity? And please explain to me DETECTIVE, how it is that you know how my accountant looks at me and how her body responds around me. Have you been following me? Are you still upset that you received bad information from an informant? Of course, that is not my fault."

Stepping toward Michael, Riggs stared at him. "My CI wasn't wrong. You just got lucky and found a way to ditch the stuff. You don't fool me. You are so far in over your head and you don't even know it. You are dealing with people that are going to hurt you... and hurt you bad.. if not worse."

Michael was not enjoying this encounter. He wanted it to end as soon as possible. "What is it that I can help you with this morning detective? I have work to do, so, why don't you just tell me exactly what it is you want." Michael knew this had to be about Ripper, but he couldn't let on that he knew about what happened.

"As you probably know by now, the CI who ratted you out is dead. It was made to look like an accident, but it wasn't. He was murdered and I need to know what you know about the situation."

Being prepared for the question helped keep Michael from stumbling over his words. "Detective, I have no idea what you are talking about. Nor do I have any idea who you are talking about. You keep talking about your CI, but I don't know who he or she is, and I certainly don't know anything about any car crash."

 

[PennySaver]

Michael was doing an excellent job at hiding his involvement, which only made Taylor more convinced that he'd been informed about the situation with Ripper. But he made a mistake when he finished, "...and I certainly don't know anything about any care crash."

"I didn't say anything about a car crash, Mister Sheehan," she corrected, looking for his reaction. "I only said he died in an accident. Who told you it was a car crash?"

 

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Michael was able to respond quickly and calmly to the detective as she pressed him for information. "You said accident. I guess I just assumed by accident you meant a car crash. Was my assumption incorrect, Detective?"

He was not thrilled to have the police breathing down his neck. The last thing Michael needed as he became the main money launderer for Alexis Frink was to have a pissed off detective looking into every aspect of his life.

There were not many options for Michael. He could not become a snitch. He already saw what happens to people in Alexis' organization that snitch. He couldn't run, because, if he did, Alexis would take it out on Karen. He had no choice but to do what Alexis wanted. She was in Karen's head, which resulted in her having her nails buried deeply in Michael.

Riggs stared at Michael as she tried to determine whether he was lying, and how much he actually knew. It was obvious that she had doubts about Michael. "You are pretty good at this game. You seem to be very capable of dancing around the truth. However, you are involved in business that is way over your head, and you are going to end up downing in it."

Continuing to play the innocent role, Michael looked at the detective. "Running two laundromats is far from over my head Detective. I may not be the greatest businessman in the world, but I am capable of running my small business."

Shaking her head, Riggs started to walk out the door. She stopped, turned back to Michael. "Your little accountant squeeze does the books for a crime organization. How did you get mixed up with her?"

His response was quick and maybe too sarcastic for his situation. "You mean the sweet little thing that I went home with last night is an accountant for a criminal enterprise. She is so sweet and naive. How could that be possible?"

Riggs turned back around and left. Michael wished he could have taken the last statement back. He didn't need to piss Riggs off anymore than she already was at him. She already knew more about him than he wanted her to know.

 

[PennySaver]

"Was my assumption incorrect, Detective?" Michael asked about whether or not guessing that Ripper had died in a car crash was correct.

Taylor Riggs just stared at him for a moment. He was correct about guessing; most people when told someone died in and accident would guess automotive, unless the deceased was a skydiver or chainsaw juggler or NASCAR driver ... well ... that would technically be a car crash, too, but the point was that Riggs couldn't hold his assumption -- if it was one -- against him.

Out in the squad room, Taylor told her partner, "Let's keep Sheehan in the box for a couple of hours … sweat him."

"Has he asked for a lawyer yet?" Paul Wilson asked.

"Why would he?" Taylor snorted. "He's innocent … he's done nothing wrong … only guilty people need lawyers. Fuck..."

"Are you sure about this guy?" Paul asked. "We've ran his financials. He's not spending like a guy collecting a percentage of millions of dollars in dirty money."

"Maybe not yet … but he will."

"When?" Paul asked, doubtful. "He can't possibly wash that much money through two shit hole laundromats. He'd have to own an entire chain of them to even get into six figures monthly, let alone seven."



The next day:

Alexis smiled with delight as Michael weaved through the tables of the cafe's outdoor seating area toward her table. He didn't look too pleased to her, but she didn't let that ruin the day that had been going very well for her thus far. She gestured him to his seat and waved to the waitress.

"I hear your little get-together with the authorities yesterday went well," she said to him just as friendly as if she was asking a soccer mom about her child's most recent game. "Detective Riggs is like a dog with a bone."

The waitress arrived with a pitcher of water, glasses, and more, confirming the lunch order Alexis had already arranged, and asked Michael if he'd like something to drink. After she was gone, Alexis pulled a multi-page document from the oversized purse sitting in the chair next to her and set it before her lunch guest.

"Initial pages two, four, five, and nine, then sign at the bottom on page eleven," she told him as she kindly set an ink pen before Michael. "And voila … you are the new Laundromat King of the Greater Detroit Area."

 

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Obviously, Michael was not happy with the time spent with Riggs grilling him. His story continued to be that he couldn't be involved in any dirty business because his business wasn't making any money.

Riggs threw another jab at him about Hannah. "So, what, is your little squeeze cooking the books for you to make it look like you are not taking in any money?" Michael snickered. "I have an accountant for the first time, because I needed someone's help in getting my finances straight. Have you seen the two shitholes that I am trying to get in order to make some kind of living off of.?"

She left him sitting alone in the interrogation room for a while. He was sure she was just trying to make him sweat a little. When she came back, she threw a few more insults at him and then, when she didn't get anything out of him, she kicked him free.

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Sitting down across from Alexis, Michael knew his life was going to change even more now. No longer would he just be the owner of two hole-in-the-wall laundromats. Now he was going to be the King.

Michael shook his head when Alexis asked him if he wanted something to drink. Actually, he would have loved to be sitting on his sofa with a bottle of Jameson, but that certainly wasn't an option.

"I am sure that the damned police detective is going to be watching me even closer now. I was able to brush her off because I own two dumps. Now, I control the laundry business in the city. She is going to be all over me now."

He initialed and signed where Alexis told him to; not because he wanted to, but because he felt like he had no choice in the matter. He wasn't the only one who would get hurt if he didn't agree to the deal. Karen, who hadn't returned his calls in a couple days, was in grave danger as well.

After signing, he did not really feel like eating, but he stayed at the table with Alexis. To leave now would be considered an insult, and he would force himself to eat whatever she had ordered. He actually hoped that she had only ordered for herself, but he knew that wasn't the case.

 

[PennySaver]

Two big chef salads arrived a moment after Alexis stuffed the signed documents away. She engaged Michael in some chit chat about business, then gave him some insight into how their business was going to proceed from here on.

Michael would be taking over 24 new locations as opposed to the smaller number about which they'd discussed earlier. "The former King purchased some independent locations recently, which will increased out cleaning capability by approximately 20 percent."

Hannah had already initiated the purchase of two or three coin machines per location, as well as the replacement of washing machines and dryers. "The new change makers will operate the same way as your current ones, with my friends from the streets making their deposits in them. Also, the new washing machines and dryers are very high tech … do they still use that phrase, high tech, or do they have some new catch phrase...? Anyway the point it, they have digital record keeping or some such computerized control that counts how many quarters are dropped into them. Your new machines will be rigged to register three coins dropped for each two that actually go into the slot. Not only that, but when they aren't being used, they will occasionally record that they are being used. Hannah's tech guy says you should be able to claim almost a 250% increase on revenue, averaged over all the machines."

Regarding the prepaid shopping cards, Alexis told Michael he'd have to keep that going but at 400% the current rate. "I have some people who'll come by to help you, though. You buy the cards and pass them out when my people come in to do their laundry. They'll do the scratching and use their phones to post the amounts to PayPal, Patreon, GoFundMe, etc. By the way, you should keep some snacks and drinks on hand. Some of these people will be hanging around for several hours."

It was obvious that Alexis had put a lot of thought into her presentation. There was only one thing she hadn't covered yet: Michael's cut. She pulled a tablet out of her purse, tapped at it, turned it toward her lunch partner, and slid it across the table. She pointed at numbers as she spoke, "This is what you've been cleaning with just the two laundries … this is what Hannah says you should be able to clean with the new locations … then there's the change machines … the prepaid cards. You're getting 8% of the laundry revenue and 5% of the cards, which is..."

She pointed to the figure at the bottom, looking to Michael for his reaction; his eyes widened very noticeably, telling Alexis that he hadn't expected to be earning that much. She asked playfully, "Acceptable?"

 

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Michael picked at the salad as Alexis went through the details of the updated arrangement with him. In a short period of time he had gone from owning one dump of a laundromat to owning 26 locations which were all equipped with the latest technology.

When she started going through his take, Michael was in shock. He was going to go from barely being able to afford the rent on his apartment and driving a beat up SUV to being able to drive whatever car he wanted and buying a penthouse condo. Of course, he knew he wouldn't be spending money like that, because if he did Detective Riggs would be gnawing on his leg.

He also knew that he was going to be working his ass off. With that many locations, he would have his hands full. He would be checking in with each location multiple times each day to make sure things were going well... and to make sure they were stocked with snacks.

Another thing that was necessary was for him to spend more time with Hannah. That time wasn't necessarily going to be spent engaged in sexual situations, but it would definitely be spent going over the financials of the laundry business.

"Alexis, I need to ask you for a favor." Michael watched as she looked up at him from her salad. "Can you leave Karen out of our business? You have already made your point that you can get to her whenever you want, and that you can manipulate her any way that you want. You don't need to do anything to convince me to do what I need for you. She is so confused about what is going on between the two of you. She told me about your diamond importing business and how she smuggled diamonds in for you. You don't need to have her risk going to jail as a way of twisting my balls to work for you."

 

[PennySaver]

"Alexis, I need to ask you for a favor."

The crime boss listened to Michael's request, contemplated what going back on the arrangement with Karen would mean to both of them, then gave him one of those good news, bad news answers.

"I'll keep my business with Karen legit," she said, sipping at her tea before clarifying, "I can't simply not have her bring my cargo in, because she would ask questions that I wouldn't be able to answer … and … honestly, do you think she's going to just give up the ten grand she gets for simply walking through customs with a smile on that beautiful face."

She sipped again at her sweetened drink, then gave Michael the bad news end of it. "My guys in Brussels will tell her the stones in the suitcase … but they'll send them via another courier … but, since I'll be paying her for doing nothing at all, the ten grand will have to come from somewhere, won't it? I'm thinking from your cut of the laundering. Sound fair?"

 

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Michael listened as Alexis laid out the plan that she had to keep Karen out of trouble. He had to admit to himself that he was a little surprised at how willing Alexis was to do this. What he cared about, though, was that Karen would not get burned because of what he was doing.

"She is a very good friend. You obviously know that or else you would not have brought her into this the way that you did. I just don't want to see her get hurt. I am fine with her fee coming from my cut. Thank you."

Sitting there as they finished their lunch, Michael started to feel better about himself. He wasn't sure why. He didn't know if it was the fact that he was now the Laundromat King of Detroit, the fact that he was going to be making a great deal of money, or if he had the balls to sit in front of Alexis and ask her to let Karen out of her claws, but he felt very self-confident.

He sipped his water and looked at the beautiful woman across from him. His mind flashed back to the night that he spent with her and Karen. He thought of the amazing body she had, but was careful not to let his eyes roam during this business lunch.

When they had finished, and Michael picked up the check for lunch, they said their goodbyes at the table. He waited until she left, made a phone call to Karen, which, of course, she did not answer, and then got up from the table and departed.

The first stop he made was at his original laundromat. That was where his office was. He was going to have to move his office to a more central location, eventually. He walked into his office and closed the door behind him. Sitting down at his desk, he said to himself, "I am the fucking Laundromat King of Detroit, motherfuckers."

 

[PennySaver]

After they had settled on Karen's future -- or lack thereof -- in her business dealings with Michael, Alexis contemplated bringing up the night the three of them had enjoyed so much bliss with one another. But this was business, and that had been pleasure. Oh, okay, so … she'd gotten Karen involved as a tool to further her business dealings with Michael. But now her relationship with the sexy redhead was all about pleasure, not business, so the young woman's name was not brought up during the latter half of the lunch.

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Another few days more, and Karen finally made contact with Michael … and she wasn't nearly as joyed as she had been when he'd been pounding his cock into her that night at her apartment.

"The police came to my work, Michael," were her first words to him when he opened the door of his apartment. She surged in around him, went straight for the liquor cabinet -- which she noticed was stocked with more expensive name brand liquors than it had been months earlier -- and lifted a bottle to her lips, grimacing at the burn in her throat. Excited, and not in a good way, she declared, "They came to my work, Michael! They wanted to know about me and you, our relationship, how long we'd known each other, were we fucking!"

She took another swig, grimaced, coughed, and continued, "What the fuck, Michael? I thought it was about the diamonds at first, which it wasn't. They didn't tell me what the fuck it was about! They only said they were looking into you!"

Her eyes began to glaze over after yet a third swig, and her tone got sad and desperate as she whined, "What's going on...! I was beginning to be happy with you again … and now this!"

 

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"Karen, I don't know what the police told you, but I have done nothing wrong. I am growing my business. In fact, your girlfriend has given me an opportunity to buy even more stores, and it doesn't involve me smuggling anything for her. I am legit. You, miss high and mighty, are the one who is involved in a smuggling enterprise."

He was not going to let her get away with her nonsense. Yes, the police were talking with her about him. He was sure it was that fucking Detective Riggs, but Karen was not going to get away with trying to act like she was a goody two shoes.

"You are lucky the feds haven't visited your work yet. Don't be surprised if they do pay you a visit there. You are involved in international smuggling and you are planning on doing it again and you are giving me shit? Who the fuck do you think you are? Just because you have been hanging out with your hot new girlfriend doesn't mean you can come here and give me shit."

Michael grabbed the bottle away from Karen. "Get the fuck out of here. You aren't welcome here until you apologize for the way you are acting. If you need to get laid, go see your girlfriend, I am sure she will tonguefuck you. Do not come here anymore unless you are willing to apologize to the fucking Laundromat King of Detroit."

He guided her out of his apartment and slammed the door behind her. He walked over to the window and opened it and watched as she walked to her car. He yelled it this time, not caring who heard him. "That's right, I am the Laundromat King of Detroit... mother fucker."

 

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As Michael was ranting about the smuggling and mentioned Alexis, Karen murmured, "She's not my girlfriend."

When he started in about the Feds and mentioned the crime queen yet again, she spoke up a bit louder, not that Michael heard, "She's not my girlfriend!"

Again, he spoke of Alexis and this time Karen shouted, "She's not my fucking girlfriend!"

But he was still going, exclaiming, "Do not come here anymore unless you are willing to apologize to the fucking Laundromat King of Detroit."

Karen's mouth fell open, then she laughed. "The what?"

Before she knew what was happening, Michael was manhandling Karen out the door of his apartment. She stood in the hallway for a long moment, trying to figure out what had just happened, before heading across the street to her car.

"That's right, I am the Laundromat King of Detroit..." Michael called out of his window, his voice echoing off the mixed brownstones. She turned just in time to hear him add with energy, "...mother fucker."

All she could do was just stare at him in shock. A moment later, someone three buildings down hollered, "I'm the king … mother fucker!"

A second neighbor hollered something similar, then a fourth, and before you knew it the entire neighborhood was filled with screams and laughter. Karen looked back to the window for Michael's reaction, assuming he was still there. She just shook her head, uncertain of what to say or do. She just got in her car and drove off.

 

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Two weeks had passed since the blow-up that Michael had with Karen. He had made no attempt to contact her, and, as far as he knew, she had not tried to get in touch with him. During that time, Michael had been incredibly busy. He had moved his office to one of his new locations, which was a more centralized location.

Trying to run 26 laundromats was taxing, and there was no way he could hire any help; not for the kind of laundry he was doing, because there was nobody he trusted enough. He had to do it all himself.

The only person he was spending any time with was Hannah, and that had been all business. Trying to make sure that she had everything for his books was a full-time job in itself. There were a few times, while they were working, that Hannah had rubbed up against him. Michael enjoyed the close proximity to her, but they were working so much there had not been time for them to get together outside of work.

After Hannah left, Michael sat in his office for a little while. He had actually hoped to go home with her tonight, but her body language had told him that she was too tired for anything, so, he did not broach the subject.

When he finally left, Michael was greeted outside the door by Riggs. "Detective, it has been so long. I have missed our time together. It is really great to see you." The look she gave him indicated that she was not amused by his comments.

"Going home alone again tonight, I see. Things must be tough these days for you. Your girlfriend, or friend-with-benefits, whatever she is doesn't want anything to do with you and your cute little accountant won't go home with you. You really have hit a tough losing streak, haven't you?"

Michael listened while the detective gave her analysis of his love life, which, he had to admit, was pretty barren the last couple weeks. "Detective, I know that you didn't come here at this time of night to give me a play by play on my sex life. What is it that I can do for you?"

Riggs smiled a wicked smile at him. "I've got you now Mr. Sheehan. Did you really think that you could go from owning a dump of a laundromat to owning 26 of them and I wouldn't figure out what you were doing? Did you think you could work for some criminal organization and there wouldn't be a CI that would give me information on you?"

Standing there, Michael maintained his calm. Riggs was here by herself. If she really had something on him, she would have her partner and several uniformed officers with her, and he would already be in handcuffs. She was fishing.

"Detective, unless you are going to arrest me, I am going to go now. It has been a long day, and I have another long day tomorrow. It has been real nice talking with you tonight, and I appreciate that you have taken an interest in my sex life. Hopefully, I will give you something more interesting to report on in the near future."

Riggs was getting frustrated. She knew he was dirty, but, with police work it isn't what you know, it is what you can prove. "Sheehan, you are going to go down hard. I have the info, I just need to confirm it, and you will be in handcuffs. When that happens, your crime associates will abandon you. They will have nothing to do with you. You should just hook up with me." She paused, realizing what she said. "What I mean is, you should join forces with me and turn state's evidence. We can protect you."

"I am really sorry Detective Riggs. Not tonight, thank you. Have a great night. I have nothing to share. I am a businessman trying to grow my business and you seem to think I am dirty. I am sorry one of your confidential informants gave you bad information, but you need to go looking somewhere else if you are trying to break up this syndicate you are after." He got into his car and drove away.

"I am going to get you Sheehan, and when I do, you are going to wish you had given me what I wanted, she said to herself as he drove away.

 

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"Nice of you to come, Michael," Alexis said as she stepped back from the door and politely gestured him into her home. "I hope the process wasn't too uncomfortable."

The process about which she was speaking had been a great many things, she was sure. Two of her goons had intercepted Michael while he was shopping in a local bodega and walked him out the back door to their waiting SUV in the alley; they'd forced him to strip naked so that they could look for any sort of listening devices or trackers, triple scanning every item of clothing with the latest high tech devices; they'd delivered him to an apartment building, into which he'd entered one door only to immediately depart through another at the opposite side; and then they'd hooded him and covered his ears with some high quality Bluetooth headphones playing, of all things, The Greatest Hits of Barry Manilow, while he was taken out of the city -- first by yet another SUV, then a helicopter, then another SUV -- to this, Alexis's country estate in a location of which Michael could have no concept of deducing.

It had been 5 weeks since the two of them had had their night of sexual delight with his long time FWB and, as she told him now while walking through the house to the back patio, things had been going very well. "Hannah tells me the laundry is performing at capacity and could actually satisfy more, um loads of dirty cash. I'm considering upping your participation, but for now, let's just leave it as it is. But I do want you to know that I am very impressed."

They arrived at a glass and steel table covered in an elaborately prepared lunch of expensive and sometimes exotic foods. Alexis described the platters, bowls, and pitchers with the eloquence and detail of a television cook show chef, then dismissed the three staff members so that the two of them could sit together and talk alone.

"Do you like the place?" Alexis asked as she gestured a hand toward the enclosed back patio area of the country mansion. She said with a feigned humble tone, "It's not much, but it's home. Well, home when I'm here anyway. I prefer the townhouse in Detroit or the penthouse in Chicago. I'm really a city girl. All this fresh air and pollen..."

She let the thought drift off as she studied Michael. With a sincere tone, she said, "I want to apologize for what happened with Karen. I don't mean our ... encounter at her place. I mean the misunderstanding about her working for me ... and the dispute that arose between the two of you after she was approached by Detective Riggs."

She saw his reaction to her knowing about that but ignored it as she continued, "And I wanted to tell you that I'm bringing in some bodies to assist with the load at the laundries ... and with the gift cards. Hannah tells me that--"

"Did I hear my name?"

They both looked to the sound of the meek voice as the bookkeeper emerged from the house onto the patio; she was carrying a ledger opened before her as if working on the go, but her face was filled with a joyous expression at the sight of Michael. She greeted him with happiness, then looked to Alexis and began to ask about something in the books.

"Put that away, now," their hostess demanded. "We'll finish that later. I was telling Michael that we were finding him some assistance in his wonderful work."

In her typical thousand words an hour form of communication, Hannah began rattling off in great detail how she and Alexis had found some ways to push off some of Michael's duties to others while preventing those others from truly understanding just exactly what they were doing, thereby preventing the creation of more potential threats to the secrecy of the operation yadda yadda yadda.

"In other words," Alexis finally cut in, looking to Michael as Hannah went quiet with a blush, "the work load will be lessened ... and the two of you will be able to spend less time on the business and on the books..."

Alexis had been rising while she spoke and had curled around behind the shorter, more petite bookkeeper, hinting suggestively, "...and more time ... in other pursuits."

Hannah's face exploded in yet another fiery blush as she first looked to Michael, then diverted her eyes to wherever he wasn't. Unknown to Michael, the two women had had a very detailed and graphic discussion days earlier about the time Hannah and Michael had spent in one another's company with no ledgers or computers between them ... or clothes for that matter.

"I have to be in New York tomorrow," Alexis announced before turning and heading for the door to the house. She said over her shoulder, "Why don't the two of you enjoy the day here ... and the night ... and maybe even another of both."

She stopped at the door a moment, looking back to say, "I think the two of you could use a mini-vacation ... don't you?"

Alexis disappeared into the house as Hannah looked back to Michael; she had a deer in the headlights expression on her face, knowing that he boss had essentially given her two days off to spend fucking a fellow employee in what was essentially an exotic vacation resort like setting.

 

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Michael endured a grueling trip to his final destination. Alexis' men took went to great pains to make sure he had no idea where he was going. It wasn't like he really cared to know where he was going. The less he knew about Alexis and her operation, the more he could deny to Detective Riggs when she came calling again.

The new locations had been up and running for a short time, and Michael was feeling like a million bucks. Things were running smoothly and his cut, even after paying for Karen's freedom, had him rolling in more money than he had ever imagined he would have.

Another thing that happened was that Michael's self-confidence was growing. He knew that he could pull off what Alexis was asking him to do, and every time he met with Hannah she indicated that he was at or ahead of where he should be. Michael was becoming a strong business person, even if his business was illegal.

Once he was at Alexis' country estate, Michael followed Alexis out to the covered patio. He saw the elaborate spread that was set up. He sat down across from Alexis and listened to her apologize about what happened between Karen and him.
It was obvious that Karen had gone running to Alexis to tell her what had happened.

"Alexis, I paid her fee for the diamond trip. I have not involved her in anything that has anything to do with our business. It is obvious that she comes running to you to report everything that goes on between her and me, and she has no idea that you and I are involved in a business venture. She was a friend. She has chosen to damage that friendship, and she has no idea why you have befriended her. There is no reason for you to apologize. You did not send her to my place that night. Plus, now that I am moving, she won't be able to do that again."

Michael opened his eyes widely when Alexis mentioned bringing some people in to help with the laundry business. "Alexis, I can handle my business," he objected at first. Then, he heard her mention about this giving him and Hannah more time together outside of work, and, almost like it was planned, Hannah suddenly appeared.

"Here she goes again orchestrating people's lives. Once again, she is directing his sex life, or attempting to," Michael thought as he sat there and watched as Alexis got up and left him alone on the veranda with Hannah.

It wasn't like he minded being with Hannah. There was something about her that Michael found very attractive, and it was more than just the sex. He had no problem with spending the next two days in Alexis' luxurious villa, but he had to wonder why Alexis was taking such an interest in Michael's sex life.

"Well, here we are, Hannah. This is a pretty nice set-up that Alexis has here, and it is ours for the next two days. How would you like to spend the time? We could go over the books now and get that out of the way, if you would like."

Hannah agreed they should get business out of the way now, and then they could do whatever they wanted after that. Hannah moved over next to Michael and they went over the books. Their elbows and shoulders brushed against each other as Hannah shared just how well the business was doing.

"Michael, you are doing so great. You are far ahead of where you are supposed to be so far for this month. Alexis has even commented on how lucky she is to have brought you into her organization. She said it was the best thing Skeeter ever did for her."

When they were finished going over the books, Michael told Hannah to put the books away so they could enjoy themselves. Hannah said she would put them in her room and got up from the table. She looked disappointed when Michael didn't get up to. "Hannah, obviously, I do not have a room here. I will join you in your room later. For now, I would like you to show me around the estate. It would give us some time to spend together away from work and doing more than fucking. Of course, there will be plenty of time for that... won't there? That is, if you want that."

 

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(OOC: I'm changing something. In my last post, I spoke of Michael being taken by SUV, helicopter, and SUV. Let's imagine that the second SUV was actually a golf cart like electric vehicle.)


"I'll show you the stables," Hannah said with obvious excitement almost before Michael indicated they weren't going straight to her room to fuck. She was, of course, disappointed that the man didn't want to ravage her body right now, but … she loved horses, so. "I'll introduce you to Midnight."

Hannah took the long way to the stables in order to show off some of what the estate had to offer. She took Michael through the house to the front entrance and out onto what they called the South Steps, for obvious directional reasons. She asked with an almost childlike voice of joy, isn't Alexis's home wonderful?"

The pair were standing in the southwest corner of a 24 acre island, situated in the middle of some unidentified lake; off in the distance, along the winding shoreline, more equally beautiful and valuable homes could be seen. Hannah let Michael enjoy the perplexing view for a moment, then turned him and said, "C'm'on, there's so much more to be seen, and I want to introduce you to Midnight, like I said."

They headed back through the house again, through the patio again, and out to the north side of the house. They circled around a three lane, Olympic length swimming pool, as well as around a water display that was built into a natural rocky outcrop that stood 16 feet tall; plumbing had been added to the structure, hidden within, and very professional, almost artistic rockwork had been performed, to create a waterfall and pool display that spilled down from the heights through a series of pools that each provided a different temperature of bathing water.

Hannah explained that the controls were all voice activated and could offer varying levels of colorful light, Jacuzzi jets, and even music without ever getting out of the water. Then, pulling Michael's ear to her mouth as she stood on her tippy toes, she whispered, "I want to fuck you here tonight if that sounds fun to you."

She giggled as she grasped his hand and hurried him down to the little electric vehicle that had been the last leg of his trip to the island. They loaded up and she showed him the boat house on the west of the island; in it or at the docks below were all forms of water borne vehicles, from personal water craft to flat bottomed fishing boats to high powered ski boats. She pointed to a BomBoard and said, "That one's mine. The mechanic did a little modification on it against Warranty, and I can get almost 70 miles an hour out of it now. Course, speed limit on the lake is 30 and only 15 in the No Wake Zones, but, sometimes I can get away with it."

She headed the cart off to the east end of the island, to a small glass house she called the Sunrise Observatory for obvious reasons. It was entirely glass and round to provide an unobstructed view of the sunrise regardless of the time of the year and the direction in which it was rising, more north or south of the island. She leaned into Michael again and whispered, "I wanna fuck you here, too."

And off they went again, this time back toward the interior to what was obviously the stables. A married pair to whom she introduced Michael were already saddling two horses for a ride Hannah had arranged; the horse she hurried up to was as black as night and feisty with its male handler, but it settled down as soon as Hannah stepped up and began whispering to it.

"This is Midnight, and he's the best horse in the world," she said with the playful excitement of a 15 year old girl at camp. She pointed to the other horse, which was standing so calm and still that one might have thought it was Roy Rogers' stuffed Trigger, except that occasionally its flank twitched at the landing of an annoying fly. "That's Howard. He's a good boy. You ride, don't you?"

 

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Michael enjoyed the tour as Hannah gave it to him. He also enjoyed her sharing the various places that she wanted to fuck him. It was obvious that Hannah had known this was coming and had thought it through. Alexis had obviously shared her plans with Hannah.

By the way Hannah gave the tour, it was obvious that she had been here before, and not just once. She was very familiar with all of the rooms and all of the features of the mansion. Michael was shocked at the view from the front, which let him know that they were on an island somewhere.

The jacuzzi was amazing. It alone probably cost more than all of Michael's laundromats put together. As Hannah moved closer and leaned up to whisper to him, Michael allowed his hand to caress her ass. "It sounds very good to me Hannah. I would enjoy fucking you anywhere and everywhere."

The tour of the boat house was eye opening. He could not believe the number of water craft that were in there, and the difference in size from the small wave runners to the 45 foot mini-yacht. He just shook his head at the wealth that Alexis had accumulated already in her life.

The Sunrise Observatory was pretty incredible. "I would love to fuck you here Hannah, but I think we need to fuck here at sunrise. It would make it so much better to watch the sunrise from here while you were impaled on my hard cock."

When they got to the stables, Michael saw a couple with two horses saddled up. At first he thought the couple were going riding. Then he realized that the horses were for Hannah and him. Michael, all of a sudden got nervous.

"Ride, well, yes I ride. but... horses, no. I have never been on a horse before. I have never had the opportunity to ride a horse." Michael was beginning to wonder how Hannah was so familiar with this place and how she had her own horse here. All of that in between being nervous about mounting Howard.

 

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Hannah's face filled with concern, and she asked, "Never … never been on a horse?"

Michael confirmed, and she got a bit worried, but then looking to Howard again, she told her on again, off again lover, "Don't worry, Howard is the sweetest ride you could ever hope for..."

She smiled, then blushed fiercely as she corrected, "Well … other than me."

They mounted up, walked the horses for about ten minutes through the trees to the shoreline then back into the forest, then along one of the hard packed trails until finally Hannah gently kicked Midnight in his flanks, sending him quickly forward. Behind her, Howard leaped ahead without any urging, almost throwing Michael right over the back of his rump to the ground. Hannah looked back and laughed, apologizing for the lack of warning, then turned forward again to lead the pair on a quick ride that took them all the way to the eastern shore. She laughed in joy and looked back often to check on Michael, who altered again and again from a man who looked like he was ready for a dressage course to a man ready to be fitted for a body cast.

Hannah pulled Midnight up just a few yards from the lakeshore, skillfully bringing the horse to a sliding stop on the packed earth … forgetting that Michael neither knew that the island came to a sudden end here at the 12 foot high drop-off nor how to properly stop a horse. Howard, however, knew exactly where he and the lake were, and without guidance initiated a sudden sliding stop just yard from the water … sending Michael right over his head and into the lake's currently 52 degree water.

 

[BeachBum25]

Michael laughed when Hannah talked about Howard being the sweetest ride he could have... other than her. If he was questioned, he would have to admit that Hannah was a great ride... better when she was sober than when she was drunk.

As they rode off. Michael became ore and more comfortable riding the horse. he enjoyed the way Howard moved and he enjoyed watching Hannah in front of him moving up and down. Watching her, made him want to find a place and fuck her like crazy.

Then, things changed. Hannah and Midnight took off, and Howard followed suit. Michael grabbed the reigns tightly to keep from falling off the back of the horse. Where he was once enjoying the ride, he now was totally petrified.

Hannah turned and apologized to him, but he did not think that her apology was sincere. She kept the horses running along the trail and kept turning around to see how he was doing and laughing at what she saw from him.

The horses raced forward, and then, all of a sudden, Michael saw Midnight slide to a perfect stop. Howard followed suit. Unfortunately, Michael did not stop when Howard did, and he went flying over the horse's head, off the 12 foot cliff, and into the water.

When he came to the surface, he looked up at Hannah as she looked down at him laughing. "What the fuck, Hannah? Did you enjoy that? I am starting to think that you are just like your boss. You love to manipulate things. You loved seeing how out of my element I was, didn't you?"

He scrambled out of the cold lake water and found a place where he could climb up to where Hannah was with the horses. She was still mounted on Midnight. "I guess you want me to get back on Howard so you can make fun of me again."

 

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Hannah was laughing as she watched Michael struggle up to the surface and swim the short distance to where he could put his feet in the soft mud. She hadn't meant for him to be thrown into the drink, of course; she'd simply forgotten with whom she'd been riding. Her laughter ended quickly, though, when he chastised her and questioned her reason for intentionally doing this to him.

"I guess you want me to get back on Howard so you can make fun of me again."

She sat there for a moment with a sad expression on her face, then murmured barely loud enough for Michael to hear, "You're an ass."

Hannah could see in his reaction that Michael had indeed heard her. Her eyes glazed over with threatening tears as she told him softly, "I didn't so it on purpose. It was … it was an accident."

She looked away from him and reached up to wipe away the tears now running down one cheek. She looked back down to him after a moment and chastised, "Do you have any idea how hard this is for me...? How hard it is to live in my sister's shadow, to be surrounded by people she chooses to be part of my life...? To never know whether they like me for who I am and not for who she is … to like me because they really like me and not just 'cause she's paying them to like me...?"

Hannah hadn't meant to say what she did … the use of the word sister in a conversation that could only have been about Alexis Frink.