Ground Level

Elizabeth woke up late the following morning. She was still nestled up against Victor, her head against his chest. She blinked a couple of times, then looked at the clock -- 9:50 a.m.

Fuck, check out was at 10:00. She picked up the phone, careful not to wake Victor, to get a late checkout.

"Oh don't worry sugar -- Victor booked an extra night. He said it might be a late one," the clerk downstairs told her with some knowing sass. Elizabeth thanked her and hung up. Conscientous. Score another one for Victor, she thought. Most men in the hood were so ... in the moment. It had its virtues to be sure. But for a man to actually anticipate a problem and correct it before it became one. Well, that was a trait she hadn't encountered in a long tiime. And that deserved a reward. She took Victor's sizeable cock into her lily white hand, coaxing the meat towards hardness as she wrapped her ruby red lips around the tip. Victor grunted, but wasn't stirring yet.

She gave him her finest ghetto ho head, sloppy and deep, enveloping the entirety of that cock, much of the length resting deep in her throat. She felt Victor's hand in her hair.

"Can't get enough, I see," he chuckled. Elizabeth grinned around his cock nodding as she attacked it with renewed gusto.

An hour later, Victor was smoking a cigar, his new conquest at his side, her big white ass resting in his palm. She kissed his shoulder, looking at him adoringly.

"So how am I going to help you take down Moses?" she asked, nibbling his collarbone. He recoiled.

"Take down Moses?" he sputtered. "Bitch, we ain't know where close to that." Elizabeth blinked at him, confused. "Not yet at least. Think about it. Moses stole you away from your husband. Became your husband. Took your house. Took your money. Divorced your ass and is fuckin' your best friend. You don't have the best record of flipping the script on him. On the other hand, you got good breeding, you not as dumb as I thought you'd be, and you fuck like a champ."

"Thanks ... I think?"

"It is ... mostly complimentary. So you're going to help an associate of mine in Columbia with some of his problems. He does similar work to me ... but his problems are smaller in nature, and his profits are smaller in nature. My problem, that you will assist with, is that I finance him. His line of work is heavier on risk, and I do not want his risk to become mine. So you will assist him. When you have proven yourself as a problem solver for him. You can be a problem solver for me. And then ... and only then ... can we take down Moses."

"How am I going to solve his problems?"

"You have your ways I am sure." Elizabeth's phone dinged. Victor's eyebrows raised.

"Moses wants me to clean this afternoon."

"Then I suggest you get ready to leave. And be ready to serve. And listen, when you can. But nothing else."