Freddy looked out the window as his phone rang. He picked it up. "Sir, we have switched your plane to a Boeing 747-8 VIP. We have gotten the money and a pilot with more stuff, along with the flight attendants you still use while you're there tomorrow morning. I will hand over the papers at that time." A woman said, making him smile as he spoke.
"Thank you for the short notice; I must give you a tip in more ways than one." He said, making the woman chuckle.
"I will get enough of a tip from the commission for the $ 400 million deal we just did. But I don't mind having a drink with you at the airport as a thank you." She said, making him smile, as women do like money.
"I would like that, Mrs. Mitchell," Freddy said before telling her goodbye. Freddy had grown his harem and needed to upgrade his plane. Or else he wouldn't have been able to take them all back, and he couldn't have that, so buying a bigger plane was the right choice.
He looked over at the women sleeping on the bed, which made him smile as Freddy walked over and lay down between them. The group woke up at six in the morning to beat the horrible LA traffic. The women Viviani called over were wearing a white shirt with the words. "Only white cock matters." In the morning, as they didn't have any clothes, he would buy them new ones once they got to Florida.
The large group of women walked through the lobby as a man yelled. "YOU BASTARD! GIVE ME BACK MY MOTHER!" He screamed, charging Freddy with a knife; it was Andrell, making Freddy smile as he grabbed the man's forearm as he thrust the knife. Pulling it to the side before headbutting him, breaking the man's nose.
Blood flowed out of his nose as he fell to the floor, letting go of the knife. "Little boy, you aren't skilled enough to kill me. Since you are Brandy's bastard failure of a child, I will let you go this time. After all, your father didn't teach you where your place in life was. On the ground in front of me." Freddy said while grabbing his mother around the waist and sliding a hand under her shirt.
Brandy wasn't wearing a bra, as Freddy was able to sqeeze he bare breast. Making her moan out as she smiled. "Master, don't worry about this pathetic black boy. He isn't worth your time, as he is destined to be nothing in life because he was born a black male." Brandy said, looking down at he son as the security quickly took him away.
She moaned, watching her son struggle to get out of the guard's arms, as the group began to mount their vans. Freddy had to order a good amount of them, close to ten, to fit everyone as they left the hotel after checking out. Before leaving, Brandy turned towards her son and spoke.
"I don't want to see you ever again; you aren't part of my life anymore. I have someone more important to have in my life than you." She said before getting into the van, as Freddy smirked and joined her.
That wouldn't be the last time they saw him, but it would be a while, as he was too broke to travel across the US. Making their way to the airport took a little over an hour as they went to another part of the airport. For the private jets, as the girls got out, they talked and laughed among themselves while going through a light check and making their way to the waiting area.
"Mr. Johnson, we talked on the phone. I am Mrs. Mitchell." A woman with sharp eyes, wearing fashionable business attire, walked up as her high heels hit the floor. Hearing the sound made Freddy aroused; something about high heels always turned him on.
"Ah, Mrs. Mitchell. It's a pleasure to meet you. Shall we go to the private room to finish all the paperwork?" Freddy asked, looking at her leg that stuck out of the slit on her long skirt. She wasn't a fool and could tell Freddy was looking at her leg. But she didn't mind; he was handsome and wealthy. It made her feel wanted, something her husband really doesn't do anymore.
She had tried to make many a move on her husband, but he had felt distant from her these last few months. Spending more time with their children and their friends, one in particular- her daughter's friend- to the point it made her feel like something was going on between them.
"I would like that, Mr. Johnson." She said, wrapping her arm around one of his as they walked to the private bar and waiting room. As they walked inside, Freddy saw a boy in his early twenties working the bar.
He led Mrs. Mitchell to a group of seats and helped her sit as he spoke. "Wait one moment, what do you like to drink?" He asked her, making her smile.
"How about a Long Island Iced Tea?" She said, making him chuckle. Well, if she wanted to get something potent. Who was he to say no?
"I will be right back," Freddy said, walking to the bartender and pulling out five grand as he leaned forward, speaking to him.
"Young man, why don't you take an hour or two break? If someone asks, say I was doing disgusting business and need some privacy." He said, sliding the five grand across the counter. The young man was shocked; he had gotten good tips before. But five grand to go on a break was something he had never gotten, looking over at the woman.
He found her stunning, knew why this rich man wanted to be alone with her, and smiled. "I happen not to be feeling too well, sir. Please excuse me, as I go to the bathroom." The young man said, taking the money and leaving.
Mrs. Mitchell watched the boy leave as Freddy started to make her the Long Island Iced Tea; she smiled. Her heart was racing; she knew that she shouldn't be doing this. But Mitchell missed feeling loved, and if she had to find it outside her marriage, her husband was to blame.
Freddy made his whiskey on the rocks and returned to Mrs. Mitchell. "Where did the bartender go?" She said, putting some hair behind her ear, as Freddy smiled and spoke.
"He said he wasn't feeling good and needed to use the restroom; it looks like he will be gone for some time," Freddy said, smiling as she opened her bag and took the papers out.
"Mr. Johnson, please finish signing these papers, and we will be done." She said before taking a sip of the Long Island Iced Tea, as Freddy began to read the papers before signing.
"I hear your company sells yachts and even vacation homes. In fact, you have a branch in Orlando. Would it be okay if you came to Florida since you are based in Texas? I don't mind you riding on the way back, or you could skip Texas." Freddy said, signing the papers, making her bite her lip.
She could tell why this man would ask that; the temptation was arousing her as she spoke. "I don't know, I have a family." She said, taking a sip, making Freddy smile as he moved closer to her.
"How old are the kids?" He said while slowly moving his hand to her lower back as she spoke.
"My daughters are in high school." She said, as Freddy placed his hand on her knee, which stuck out of the slit of her skirt. Mrs. Mitchell's breathing quickened as Freddy touched her knee.
"Oh, so they are getting close to college. I bet it would help with their higher learning if you get a few more big commissions. I mean, you got 3% commission on the plane, which I bet helped. But if you say hand another two commissions of almost the same, you wouldn't need to worry about their time in university.
Hearing his words, she bit her lip and nodded as his hand slowly moved up the slit and into her skirt as she moaned out. "I do worry that they would have a hard time covering the cost of university, but I would need to let my boss know that I would be heading to the Orlando branch." She said as Freddy's hand slid into her underwear.
"I am sure, if I talked to him, he would be understanding. After all, you have handled this sale with great skill and professionalism. I want you to be my salesperson; why don't you call him?" Freddy whispered into her ear.
Mrs. Mitchell moaned and nodded. She pulled her phone out and dialed her boss.
"Sir, Mr. Johnson wants me to be his salES-" She spoke, being startled by feeling Freddy's manly fingers pushing inside her pussy, which had gotten wet.
"Sorry, Sir. I had the hiccups. Mr. Johnson wants me to go to the Orlando branch to show him our yachts and vacation homes around the world. He wants me to be his salesperson." She said as her breathing struggled to keep the moans from leaking out.
"You want to talk to him? Yes, Sir. I will hand him the phone." She said, handing Freddy her phone.
"Yes, this is Freddy Johnson. I have liked the way Mrs. Mitchell has handled the sale of the plane. I would like her to help me find two vacation homes in other countries and a yacht." He said as the talk went on, Mrs. Mitchell covered her mouth as Freddy began to play with her clit.
She didn't just sit back, as she began to undo his belt and pants.
"He wants to talk to you," Freddy said, handing her the phone.
"You will help him find what he is looking for; don't worry, I will book you a hotel while you are down there." Her boss said before hanging up.
"Did he give you the green light?" Freddy said with a wicked smile, making her bite her lip and nod before kissing Freddy.