Super-villain

In the end the choice was easy, why put in all the effort for the slight possibility of minimal reward, when I could be sitting here in my reclining chair in my office, high on 5th Avenue, with a immaculately suited and coiffed blonde lawyer, Monique deXavier kneeling at my feet with my balls in her mouth, looking at me along the length of my cock in disgust. Actually, the look makes me even happier. The only reason my cock isn't in her mouth too is that her colleague has already swallowed my load not so long ago and is now out fetching me a latte.

"Help yourself" is now my motto.

Anyway, I was going to tell you how I made my millions, and more millions.

It started the night after Jess sucked my cock. I went home to think and eventually realised that doing the right thing was not quite going to work for me.I headed out with a "What's in it for me" mentality.

It was after midnight by the time I decided to make my move. I left the apartment and secured both locks then headed down to the main communal door, stepping over Jones the heroine addict slumped on the stairs. What the hell was a supervillain supposed to do with him?

Out on the street, I could see half a dozen working girls plying their trade. Not quite the big game I was after. No bag snatchers. No Muggings.

"Hey Rick!"

"Oh Hey Crystal" Crystal had been in my class at school up until she dropped out a year or so ago. I was tempted to bang her, but the 2 problems with that were that a) it might be awkward given that we had a history and knew each other pretty well, and b) she probably actually wanted some money to suck dick, and I didn't have any.

I considered - That shouldn't actually be a problem any more. I beckoned her over.

"How you doing honey? You got any sugar for me tonight?" she said. Hard to believe we sat beside each other in Geography a few years back.

"No," I answered truthfully. "Could you please suck my dick for free tonight Crystal?"