Yes.

03/09/2002

2100 hours

Sincele jo, Columbia.

It was easy money.

Too easy.

And the plan made no sense to him.

Lorenzo eyed his guest suspiciously. Despite the fact that his instinct was telling him to shoot him then and there (before he drank another drop of the $1,250-a-bottle wine), Lukas Beck had an aura of trust about him. So instead, he put on his no-bullshit face. "Tell me again what you are suggesting, gringo. Because so far it sounds like you're wasting my time."

Lukas looked coolly around the massive marble-with-onyx-inlays parlor. Of all the things one could say about Lorenzo Ruiz (and there were a lot of things one could say about Lorenzo Ruiz), being cheap was definitely not one of them. From the pet leopards, to the golden TV remote, to the 20,000 sq. foot helicopter garage, everything in la casa del placer (the house of pleasure) seemed to scream "unstable **** kingpin". Which was exactly what Ruiz was.

He picked up his glass and took a sip of the Château Pétrus. He supposed the armed guards sitting around the room and the pit bulls lying next to him and Lorenzo's threatening tone were meant to intimidate him, but he called it for what it was, a bluff. Lorenzo wouldn't dare harm him. For as much as he tried to put on an indifferent face, Lukas could tell that the **** lord intuitively knew that what was being suggested to him was a golden opportunity, even if his thick head didn't quite understand how it worked yet.

"What part was unclear Don Lorenzo?" Lukas asked with faked indifference. Toying with Lorenzo was just too fun. Ruiz leaped out of his chair. "Don't you know that I am el rey de juárez (the king of Juarez)? Nothing goes through the border without my aprobación (approval)! NOTHING!!! But oh no, you think it's a good idea for me to drop everything and sell dog food?! Become what, el buhonero (a peddler)??!!" His bodyguards laughed.

Lukas smiled inwardly. Lorenzo was so mad he could barely stay in one dialogue lane and was swerving between languages like a seismograph during an earthquake. "First of all Don Lorenzo, yes that's exactly what I'm suggesting. Second of all, don't say, even for a moment, the words el buhonero. You must think positive, think big! That is how you became el rey de juárez, and that is how we will triple and quadruple your profits." He raised his glass and stood up, "I know it sounds crazy, don't worry I'll explain everything. But first a toast, my friends. To money, power, and women!!"

THAT was the one thing everyone in the room could agree on.

Lukas was 60,00 feet over the Atlantic ocean when the phone rang. His foxy blonde secretary Mercedes popped her head in to his section of the Concorde. "It's Aaliyah."

"Transfer her to me." Mercedes' pretty head disappeared back into the main cabin and a few seconds later, the phone next to him rang. He picked it up. "Hey Aaliyah, how's my favorite pair of tits in the world?"

Aaliyah bit her lips."Hey stud, I called to hear about the conversation with Ruiz. And, I'm all alone and naked in bed, my husband hasn't touched me in soooooo long. Thought we could have some fun". Lukas unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, motioning Mercedes over to him. She gave him a naughty smile as she got on her knees and started sliding her tongue up his shaft. Aaliyah turned on her vibrator. "You ready for me stud?"

"Hell yeah sexy"

"You hard for me?"

"Just give me a second"

"Get hard for me stud, I'll wait" Aaliyah said, pinching and pulling her nipples. Hearing this, Mercedes kissed the head of his dick and engulfed the entire thing in her mouth, looking up at Lukas and sliding her hands up his torso.