A Yacht

John hadnt gotten wealthy by strictly legal means and had a lot of shady business contacts in the criminal underworld. Now though he was legit didnt like thinking about some of the contacts he had like Nikita Petrov a russian american arms dealer who John thought may have also been in the business of people smiggling which John was not a fan of.

John did have a thing for his smoking hot but very deadly right hand woman and hitwoman. She was from Jamaica originally spoke four languages and was quite profficient in hand to hand combat among other things. her name was Connie Lingus

That morning your phone rang and you lazily pick it up expecting it to be the bikers or one of your milf neighbors. To your surprise it was Nikita.

"hello John its been some time but I have a business proposal to offer you"

you cut off the russian not wanting to offend him but also wanting to reject his offer.

"Sorry Nikita but im not in that business anymore"

the russian sighs dissapointedly "John my friend how about we chat about this in person on my Yacht Im sure Connie can convince you you always enjoyed that eye candy"

not wanting to offend the dangerous russian you accept and the next day are on his yacht bringing a tight pair of speedos proud of your body.

you walk onto the boat seeing the leather clad Connie.