Heavy Traffic Ch. 17

Unfortunately, the pilot placed a headset over her ears immediately after taking her seat and paid no attention to DeMarcus until they had landed. DeMarcus had not flown too often, and the few times he had, it had been on commercial flights. He enjoyed the convenience that this private flight afforded, as well as the views out the window. Even though he was anxious to meet Amanda Wallace, the time in the air was disappointingly short.

"Welcome to Sumner County Airport, Mr. Steele. Once I get the aircraft parked and secure, I'll drive you to your meeting with Mrs. Wallace."

"You provide chauffeur service as well?" asked DeMarcus.

"Not normally," admitted Jeannie as she opened the cabin door and allowed the fold-down stairs to lower. "However, since I will be flying you back to Atlanta this afternoon, Mrs. Steele felt it would be more convenient if I drove you to and from her house as well."

She led DeMarcus through the small terminal building and out to the parking lot where she used a remote key fob to unlock the doors of a pearl-colored Volvo C-70 convertible. As he walked around the rear of the car to the passenger side, DeMarcus took note of the temporary tags on the car. Jeannie Sexton laughed to herself at this character pretending to be a gentleman when he didn't make any motion to open her door for her. She climbed behind the wheel before turning to Steele.

"Would you like the top down?" she asked.

"That would be nice," said DeMarcus. "New car?"

"Yes," answered Jeannie as she pushed the switch that automatically retracted the hard-top into the body of the car. "Mr. Wallace had it delivered for me on Saturday."

Chuckling, DeMarcus asked, "What does Mrs. Wallace think of her husband buying such a nice new car for a pretty lady such as you?"

"Actually, it was Mrs. Wallace's idea," replied Jeannie as she started the car and backed out of the space. "I was promoted to serve as the Wallaces' personal pilot last week, which will require me to spend a great deal of time here as well as in Atlanta, so she felt I needed ground transportation as well as someplace to stay while here."

"Don't tell me that they bought you a house too," laughed DeMarcus, although he saw no humor in the anticipated answer. He paid close attention to the route they were going to be taking to Amanda Wallace's house.

"No, I was given an apartment above the garage at the Wallace estate. It's larger than my condo in Buckhead."

"So you only fly the Wallaces around?"

"I fly whoever the Wallaces direct me to fly, such as you today."

"Of course," said DeMarcus. Maybe a relationship of some sort with Amanda Wallace would have additional benefits he thought. He did like this private flying shit.

***

"Anything to be concerned about from what you know of the investigation?" Sean knew that there wouldn't be, but he wanted to give Rick Acosta a chance to comment on it.

"Definitely not," replied Acosta. "You staged it perfectly, plus the victims being who they were minimizes the likelihood that anyone will pressure the authorities to look beyond the obvious. You couldn't be more in the clear."

"Okay, then let's move on. What do you have for me on the schedule we discussed?" Sean repositioned the Bluetooth earpiece so that the sound of him drinking his iced tea would not be heard. He should have thought to get a straw when he picked up his fast food lunch, but he had been distracted with thoughts of Amanda as well as this planned cell phone conversation with Rick Acosta.

"Afternoon recreation period for his building runs from 1:30PM until 3PM. Ellis typically holds court with his gang sometime after 2:15PM and they break up right before having to re-enter their building."

"Do they have a favorite location in the yard?" asked Sean.

"Their yard is on the farthest northeast portion of the prison. Depending upon the time of year, the shade from the building will extend into the yard anywhere from ten to thirty-five feet during the recreation period time frame. Unless the temperature is cold enough to allow for it, they typically stay in the farthest reaches of whatever shade is present. They want to be as far from the building when they chat as possible, but still remain in the shade when the sun heats things up."

"So," began Sean, "It is possible that right before their little pow-wow of the day breaks up, they could be within a few feet of the inner fence?"

"Very possible," admitted Acosta.

Sean glanced at his watch. "Okay, I need to get going if I hope to be in position to reconnoiter the location at the right time of day. Is there anything else I need to know?"

"You tell me," replied Acosta. "You already have the patrol routes for all the local law enforcement agencies, shift schedules for these and the guards at the prison, and copies of all response protocols related to Autry Correctional Institute. I'll be standing by for any additional requests."

"Thanks," said Sean. "I'll check things out and let you know."

***

DeMarcus found it interesting that there was no visible security around the house that they were approaching, and equally interesting that Amanda Wallace had no apparent concerns over him knowing where the house was located.

It was an impressive estate, DeMarcus had to admit. He knew that Sean Wallace had inherited his wealth from his parents, and that his paternal Grandmother reportedly lived in this house, but it was obviously a working horse breeding operation as well, and this was something DeMarcus had not been informed of.

Jeannie Sexton stopped the car on the circular drive directly in front of the large double entry doors. As she turned off the ignition and released her seat belt, DeMarcus followed her lead. "I have been asked to escort your to Mrs. Wallace," she said. "Please follow me."

DeMarcus simply nodded and stepped out of the car. Jeannie came around the front of the car and led him up the steps and through the front doors of the house without knocking or otherwise announcing their arrival. DeMarcus closed the door behind them and took in the foyer he was standing in. Jeannie had paused to allow him time to soak in his surroundings.

"Mrs. Wallace is waiting for you in the atrium. This way please."

Jeannie turned and continued into the house with DeMarcus on her heels. The decorating style of the house was not of his own liking, but it wasn't bad for old rich white people. It was bright and the color selections were complimentary all around. He assumed a number of the furniture pieces were antiques, but he was no judge of such things, so he didn't give it much more consideration.

Jeannie stopped at the entrance to the atrium, which DeMarcus would have called a "sunroom". As he approached the entrance, he saw a woman talking on a cell phone with her back to them as she looked through the floor to ceiling windows onto the large swimming pool outside. He paused in the entry with Jeannie Sexton and waited.

Apparently sensing their presence, the woman abruptly ended her telephone conversation and turned to face her guests. "Fuck me," thought DeMarcus as he took in the woman before him. If this was Amanda Wallace, then his fears about having to put a bag over her head to fuck her were way off base. This woman was easily one of the most beautiful white women that DeMarcus had ever seen. He couldn't miss the way she was dressed either. A white bikini top was all she wore above the flower-pattern sarong and he had to assume a matching bikini bottom below that. He was even more pleased when her silent assessment of him brought a smile to her face.

"DeMarcus," she said as she approached him in the entryway. "I am so glad that we are finally getting an opportunity to meet. I'm Amanda."

Before DeMarcus could reply, Jeannie Sexton said, "I'll be in my apartment. Just let me know when Mr. Steele is ready for his return flight." Without waiting for a response, Jeannie hurried from their presence back towards the front doors.

Amanda ignored Jeannie's exit and focused her attention on her remaining guest. "Was your flight pleasant?"

"It was very nice," replied DeMarcus. "Thank you for arrange it and our meeting. I have to admit that you are more beautiful than I had imagined, and you would have to know my imagination to appreciate how beautiful that makes you."

"That is so sweet, DeMarcus." Amanda took one of his hands and began leading him into the room. "I thought we could discuss my business proposal over lunch, and then spend some time afterwards getting to know each other better." Amanda squeezed his hand as she finished her suggestion.

"It already sounds like an offer, or offers that I can't refuse," chuckled DeMarcus as he returned her affectionate squeeze.

Amanda led DeMarcus to a round table with two place settings already present, along with a laptop computer. Directing her guest to one of the chairs, Amanda selected the one across the table from it. She had no expectation that DeMarcus Steele would offer to pull her chair out, so she didn't hesitate to seat herself as he did the same.

***

Sean judged that these power transmission lines were at least 48 feet from the ground. This height clearance identified the voltage carried by the lines as 345 kilo-volts, which told him that the vegetation clearance on the ground had to be 31 feet on either side of the farthest line from the tower.

He made his decision on which ammunition to use based upon the estimated distance to his target. The CCI Velocitor hyper-velocity round uses the standard long rifle case size and a standard weight bullet of proprietary hollow-point design to intensify expansion and trauma. This cartridge had a muzzle velocity of 1,435 feet per second, and due to the better ratio of bullet mass to air resistance, the Velocitor would perform better at longer range compared to the light bullets of other hyper-velocity rounds he could choose from.

Glancing down to the ground from the tree branch he had selected for his observation post, Sean located the ideal spot for his anticipated shot. He made a mental note of items he would require and determined that he could acquire everything on his own except the rifle. He already had the rifle he wanted to use, but it was currently in the gun locker of his Johns Creek home. Having someone retrieve it for him without too many questions was his only concern.

Dropping down from the tree and checking the time, Sean decided that he would drive to his house to retrieve the rifle, and ask Rick Acosta to pick up the few other items he would require. It would require approximately eight hours to make the round trip, maybe more if he hit rush hour traffic, but he could think of no other solution.

***

"I have done some research, and learned that the price you could have received for the young girls would have ranged from twenty-five thousand dollars to seventy-five thousand dollars depending upon their age and the buyer's intended purpose for each girl. Now, I don't believe either of us can accurately place a figure on which girl would have been worth what amount, so I am proposing that an average value of fifty thousand for each girl will be paid to you, for a total of one million two hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

DeMarcus was no math wizard, but he knew that this offer was generous. Since so many of the girls were younger, his buyers had been reluctant to pay a premium price for them, and he had been looking at most of the girls being valued closer to fifteen or twenty thousand. He questioned why this beautiful rich woman would make such an offer, especially when he didn't even have possession of the girls anymore.

"What is your interest in these girls? You seem to know that I don't have them anymore, so why pay me anything?"

"I'll explain my interest later if you would like DeMarcus, but the primary reason for making you this offer is to allow you to stop searching for them, and to establish a long-term business relationship with you. That leads me to the second part of my proposal..."

Leaning back in his chair, DeMarcus said, "I'm listening."

"I would like to compensate you for your losses from Tri-Star Partners." Amanda turned the laptop to face DeMarcus. "As you can see, my company, Wallace Holdings has acquired more than fifty percent of the companies managed by Tri-Star Partners. I have purposely excluded those companies that you control DeMarcus, but your partners at Tri-Star are effectively out of business with their accounts, and they received no compensation. I could easily acquire your accounts from the rightful owners DeMarcus, but in the interest of our long-term friendship, I would rather pay you to relinquish control of them to me."

DeMarcus hadn't sensed any movement across the table, but he couldn't ignore the bare foot that had begun caressing his left leg under the table. Keeping his voice as normal as possible, he replied "So what's your offer?"

Amanda turned the laptop around, selected a different application and then turned it back to face DeMarcus. "I have set up an account at a Cayman Islands bank with a total of five million twenty thousand dollars in it. That includes the one million two hundred fifty thousand for the girls and three million seven hundred and fifty thousand for your Tri-Star Partner accounts."

She handed DeMarcus a slip of paper. "Here are the numbers required for you to access the account on-line. If you agree to my proposal, feel free to use my laptop to immediately transfer the funds to any bank account of your choosing."

"You're telling me that I can login and transfer five million from this bank to anywhere else I want and all I have to do is agree not to search for the girls anymore and let you take over the Tri-Star Partner accounts I control? That still seems awfully generous..."

Amanda smiled as she raised her foot higher up DeMarcus' leg and said, "I believe I already mentioned the desire for a long-term arrangement between us. Sean is excellent at what he does, but as I told you yesterday, he isn't a real husband to me..."

His voice actually squeaked as he felt her foot approaching its target, "I ain't no boy toy..."

"Of course you're not DeMarcus, and I wouldn't want you to be. In fact, I was hoping I would be more your toy than the other way around."

DeMarcus was getting too uncomfortable sitting in his pants to keep this up much longer. This bitch was seriously asking him to do all the things to her that he had fantasized about. "How would you see this working?" he asked.

Amanda removed her foot from his leg before standing. As she untied the sarong from around her waist, she said, "Transfer the money first DeMarcus, then you can play with your new toy."

DeMarcus examined the bikini-clad beauty before him for several minutes before removing a business card from his wallet. Reading the numbers from the slip of paper Amanda had provided and then this card, he proceeded to transfer the funds to his own off-shore bank account.

***

Elliott Greer sat at a laptop, flanked by Moe on one side, and two FBI agents on the other. "Those blokes at Brandt Consulting did a bloody great job with the appearance of the fake account. Let's see if the program works as designed..."

All present watched at hundreds of miles away, DeMarcus entered the login credentials for his bank account, and waited for the funds transfer to be reflected in his own balance. As designed, the program developed by Brandt Consulting for Federal law enforcement simulated an actual transaction, but merely captured the required credentials that would allow for the off-shore accounts of criminals to be monitored and even accessed freely.

"Transfer is complete," Elliott said. "Once Amanda gives us the signal, we'll be set to strike."

***

DeMarcus saw his balance increase by the expected five million twenty thousand. He sat back from the laptop with a smile on his face. "That was easy enough, now let's move on to the rest of your proposal. Shall we?"

"Definitely!" Amanda said as she dropped the sarong to the floor and smiled at DeMarcus. "Show me what you've got DeMarcus." Her glance down to his zipper made her request crystal clear to DeMarcus. White women were always fascinated by the legendary size of black cocks, and his had never disappointed.

"Here?" he asked, looking around the room and outside to the pool area.

"Why not?" replied Amanda as she walked over to the couch. "We're alone, and unless you're more modest than I assumed, I would like to see if the rumors are true. Why don't you start by taking off your shirt for me?"

DeMarcus removed his suit jacket and hung it across the back of his chair, He then removed his tie as he approached where Amanda was standing, smiling at him in anticipation. This reaction was really getting a rise out of DeMarcus, so any reluctance to expose himself was countered by his desire to release his growing erection.

Stopping about five feet from where Amanda stood, DeMarcus folded his tie and placed it into his front pants pocket. He then removed his cufflinks and placed them in the other front pocket of his pants before unbuttoning his shirt from the top down. He pulled the shirt tail from his pants and finished unbuttoning the last two buttons. He turned his back to Amanda, then slowly removed the shirt and laid it onto one of the chairs across from the couch.

Turning back around to face Amanda, the first thing he noticed was that her smile had faded considerably. "How do you like the view?" he asked.

"You have a very nice physique DeMarcus, and I'm sure it will do for our purposes, but you know what I want to see."

Without further hesitation, DeMarcus kicked off his shoes and bent down to pull off his socks. When he righted himself once more, he unbuckled his belt. Pausing to smile at Amanda, he saw that her smile of anticipation that he had witnessed earlier had not fully returned. He knew what would bring a smile to her face, so he unfastened his pants, lowered the zipper, and pulled them down with his underwear until they were bunched up around his knees, and then he stood upright, letting gravity finish the job.

He was almost fully erect and stood proudly on display for Amanda to admire. Her subsequent fit of laughter wilted him considerably. "What da fuck is so funny? Ain't you ever seen a real man's dick before?" DeMarcus could never maintain his professional persona when being disrespected.

It took Amanda several seconds before she could get her laughter under control enough to speak. "A real man? I've seen bigger wankers than that on Koala bears." As soon as she said this, her laughter returned.

DeMarcus was really getting pissed now. No one had ever criticized the size of his cock before, and he sure wasn't prepared to have this foreign bitch think anything about him could be laughed at in this manner. He tried to take a step towards her when he almost tripped over the bunched up garments around his feet. This was probably for the best he thought because the room literally filled within seconds of his movements with a dozen armed security personnel, all with weapons pointed directly at him.

Amanda ceased her laughing at this point and addressed DeMarcus. "I am so disappointed DeMarcus. I really had envisioned you being better endowed than Sean, and I would get to experience exciting new pleasures with you. I'm sorry, but I can't see how that..." Amanda pointed directly at his limp dick, "could ever please me, especially when compared to what I already have with Sean."

"You tellin me dat da Pussy Sean Wallace be better hung dan me?" he asked.

Amanda bit her lower lip to stifle another fit of laughter before replying, "Sean's entire body is considerably better than yours. I'm sorry DeMarcus, but I think you had better go now."