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“Go!” my boss yells at the driver. The car speeds off. Mr. Peak pushes the wet hair away from my face. “You look like you went for a little swim in the harbor,” he announces. It takes me a moment before I can collect myself and address Mr. Peak properly.
“I had to find a creative way to exit Sergey’s mege-yacht,” I explain.
“Were there any complications?” Mr. Peak asks.
I look down at that ring with the huge diamond still pointed inside of my palm. I run my index finger over the diamond and turn it back to its proper position. “The ring came in handy,” I tell my boss.
“You used it on Sergey?”
“Um, well, yeah.”
There is a little smile on my boss’s face. He is pleased. As the car speeds down the road, my boss takes my hand and stares at the diamond. “What did you do to him?”
“He wanted me to give him a blowjob. I offered to give him a handjob beforehand,” I say as I let those words hang there for a while. A mental picture of the scene flashes back into my head. I can still hear Sergey’s screams. “There was a lot of blood.”
Silence. And then a huge laugh comes out of my boss’s mouth. I had never seen Mr. Peak laugh like that before. My boss grabs my body and presses it against his huge chest. “That’s my girl,” he says. I couldn’t feel more proud of myself right now.
As I bask in the night’s victory, I notice that the car is speeding out of Monaco! “We are not going back to the hotel?” I ask my boss.
“The jet is fueled. We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The luggage is being loaded as we speak,” Mr. Peak explains.
“So we are going back to Los Angeles?”
“No. We are going to New York. Things are moving fast, Sarah. There isn’t a minute to spare.”
Everything is moving so unbelievably fast. The driver swerves around the traffic near the airport. We get to the private plane terminal. The car stops and Mr. Peak exits. I quickly follow him as he rushes to his plane. Mr. Peak grabs me by the hand as a way to keep up with my boss’s long strides.
Mr. Peak’s Gulfstream is already waiting for us on the tarmac. We pass through a dedicated screener for private planes and we are ready to board. I swear this took us less than three minutes.
As we board the plane, I ask my boss, “Sir, why did you have to fly all the way to Monaco to have one conversation?”
“You really can’t discuss the overthrow of a country via e-mail or Skype. General Zhukov and myself used to talk through intermediaries when it came to laundering the money. But this sensitive subject required a personal face-to-face meeting away from prying eyes or anyone who may be listening,” Mr. Peak explains as he takes his seat.
I sit down next to my boss. For the first time, he turns on the satellite TV and begins to watch it with rapt attention. “By the time we hit the ground in Teterboro, things will start to get interesting,” Mr. Peak says ominously.
“When does the military overthrow begin?” I ask.
He looks at me for a moment. Mr. Peak waits for the jet door to close. Then he says simply, “In a couple of hours.”
The jet races out of Nice. My muscles relax as I leave that warped world of Sergey Molidak behind me. Mr. Peak gets on the phone and begins to speak to someone in German. The man really seems to be in his element.
Over the next few hours, Mr. Peak paces around the jet, watching the TV, making calls and checking the foreign equity and commodity markets. I stand up and hug my boss, offering him some good ole moral support from his “Favorite Pet.” He strokes my hair and pats me on the as**s.
I start to unbutton my boss’s shirt. He pulls my hair until my head snaps back. “You didn’t ask permission to do that to me,” my boss says.
“I’m sorry. I thought we were fooling around.”
Mr. Peak turns me around and bends me over one of the Gulfstream chairs. He lifts up my skirt and spanks me hard. “I think your little encounter with Sergey has emboldened you a little too much. You think you are my equal?”
“No Sir. You are my master.”
Mr. Peak rips off my dress. He pulls down my thong and starts to rub my as**s. My lower lip quivers as I feel all of that masculine power against my flesh. “It looks like I’m going to have to knock you down a peg or two.”
Mr. Peak bends me over one of the jet chairs and starts to run his hands between my legs. I moan as I feel my boss taking every advantage of me. He runs his hands up to my bre**asts and starts to play with my nipp**les.
Time stands still as Mr. Peak continues to play with my body. I beg for a chance to explode my boss. He denies me the request. The more Mr. Peak touches me, the more crazy I get. I can’t help myself anymore.
