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“Am I supposed to be intimidated by those muscles, or that one?” Mari asks incredulously, looking down at my hard cock. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me back down so I’m lying completely on my mattress again. My dick is standing straight up as she swings her other leg up and over me. Mari’s pussy engulfs my dick as she lands, straddling me. She immediately pumps her body on top of me and screams my name. “Josef!”
I caress her toned calves as she moves faster. Her breasts are bouncing until she leans forward, so her tits are directly above my face. I lick around one of her nipples, then the other. The wooden headboard knocks against the wall, and then she thrusts even faster causing the knocking to get louder. I move my hips to keep up with her. We’re moving in rhythm with my heartbeat now.
“Mari!” I cry out, “Mari, I’ve never, I never. I never want this to stop!” her pouty lips brush against mine, and she kisses me. Then she throws herself back and arches her body, moaning.
“Josef! Ahh, ahh, ahh,” she’s screaming, “Josef!”
“Mari!” I yell
“Josef! Yes, Josef!” she breathes out and leans forward to kiss me again. We’re not moving now, but the headboard still sounds like it’s knocking against the wall. The sound gets louder. “Josef?” her voice changes as my eyes open. Mari is not there.
“Yosef?” Artyom’s voice is calling while he’s knocking on my door. My delightful mood changes to a feeling of anger. I miss Mari straddling my body. I could have lived in that dream. I look around, pick up my shirt and boxers off the floor, and grab a pair of shorts from a drawer.
“Yosef?” Artyom’s voice calls out again as he continues knocking on my door.
“Give me a few minutes, Artyom,” I grunt. “I was sleeping! Wait a minute!”
I look down at my semi-hard dick. I’ve had dreams on occasion where I’ve gotten slightly erect, but none of them were like this. I go to the head attached to my cabin and throw water on my face. I don’t have time to think of what just happened right now.
Artyom is here, and I have work to do. I finish washing up and reluctantly open my cabin door, knowing Mari won’t be standing there. Thankfully, Artyom has stepped away and didn’t ruin the portrait image in my head. I meet him at the helm.
“Sorry, Boss. I was a little early,” Artyom says.
“That’s alright,” I say, a little perturbed, then correct myself, so he won’t show up late for future meetings. “Being early is good. I just needed to catch up on some shuteye.”
Artyom’s already gotten the boat ready to go. I take the controls and pull out into the water quickly. It’s calm today. There are supposed to be storms coming in the next few days.
“You would do well on Bering Sea,” Artyom says, complimenting my boating skills. He doesn’t usually compliment me. This is a big change from when he would talk about me being raised in the States and tease that I wasn’t a real Russian. We’re both made men in the Bratva, and fighting other made men is generally against the rules without an okay from the Boss. So, I would just tease Arty about him being a lousy poker player instead of punching him in the face. I’m in charge of him and his crew now, so things have changed a bit.
“Thank you,” I say, failing to force out the images of Mari in my dream. I make an aggressive sharp turn around a bend in the water instead of slowing down as I should have. It’s going to take me another hour to get through the canal so I can drop off my chum, Jack The Joker. It’s about a four-hour trip to Cape May, New Jersey. Thinking of Jackie helps to take my mind off of the dream.
I went to Jack’s apartment earlier today and hid, waiting for him to get home. Johnny’s story was confirmed as I watched Jackie walk in his door, sit at his messy kitchen table, and open his computer. He started scrolling through videos of child pornography. When I snuck up behind him, I saw there were other types of porn icon ads on the edge of his screen. I reached over his shoulder with my right hand and clicked on Granny Porn so that would be the last thing he saw. Then I used my left hand to put a crappy pistol with a silencer to his head and pulled the trigger. It turns out I did have another use for the disposable bags I was going to put Artyom in. I cleaned up the mess and put the Joker, his computer, and the throw-away piece in the bags.
Having someone else to talk to who can talk back is a nice change, even if it is Artyom. Since he’s my lieutenant now, I share with him where and how to use the upgrades and my getaway air tank. I checked it all out before I fell asleep and dreamed. I’m surprised when Artyom tells me he’s never scuba-dived before.
“You pull it over your head and just breathe. Just breathe,” I explain how to get to and use the set-up by jumping off the front port corner, where I have a gate door in the railing and how the set-up has waterproof LED lights to easily find it.
“Dive platform in back is most practical, I think. ‘Just breathe’ escape air tank and rocket cannon is like Bond, James Bond,” Artyom jokes. We are getting along well, all things considered. We’re going to stop at Cape May on the way to pick up the boat that my Southside Gang connection acquired on their motorcycle run down the East Coast.
I also brought most of the Southside smack with me here and put it in bear jars, the same kind that hikers put their food in so bears can’t smell it and won’t bother them in their campsites at night. In my case, it’s to keep the harbor patrol or coast guard dogs from sniffing it out. Then I put the jars in a hidden wall safe. I’m not sure if I should let Southside know about the Siren’s plan to move in on them. I’ll discuss it with Ivan when I get a chance.
“You know, it’s going to be pain in ass for me to drive other boat back like this,” Artyom says in broken English, holding his left arm to his chest.
“You’re a righty, Arty. You’re welcome,” I say, letting him know I had purposely chosen his left hand to mess up.
“I know, Boss. It just might take me longer to get back like this,” he says, which explains why he showed up so early.
“Arty, You are not taking that hot boat to Atlantic City on the way back, understand?”
“Da, Boss. Of course not.”
I give him a look to make sure he knows I’m serious. Artyom loves to gamble in Atlantic City. Besides playing poker, he loves to be seen at big-money Blackjack tables and being an actual talent agent; he gets all kinds of big-name talent to sit and play alongside him. There are also young, up-and-coming stars that stand behind him and watch. All that brings in a lot of rich suckers as well, who he can manipulate. Arty is not a degenerate gambler, but sometimes he risks too much, like when he skimmed money from Ivan’s take. Now he wants to take a stolen boat and dock it in A.C. before we change all the numbers.
“Did you set up the meeting with Marika Yumiko?” I ask, thinking about her and the talent that watches Artyom gamble thousands of dollars a hand. He probably chalked up any losses as some of his expenses.
“I did call her. She was hesitant. It sounded like she was afraid of screwing up her contract like I said. Yosef, is the girl worth it? There are plenty of girls in Depths for a man to choose with no hassle.”
“You’re lucky. I know you need the other hand to drive the other boat back.”
