My Business

Terry said laughing.

"Come on sit down, Aisha must be bringing up the drinks I think. The girl was supposed to be at a work today, but she's been nursing a hangover all morning."

We all sat down on the couch, and Raffy introduced himself to us but didn't say much expect greeting us as he sat down to smoke his Joint quietly.

I sussed out Marcus as the boss, the business side of things and Raffy was clearly the muscle.

He was clearly an ex-football hooligan, covered in tattoos of the Union Jack flag and an England flag on his neck.

Marcus turned the television on, and put it onto a radio station on low volume as he spoke to us.

"So when can we expect the next supply?"

Terry leaned over from the couch and spoke.

"The Scousers are bringing it doon' by the end of the week, should be Friday. They owe us a favour, so it should be on time. The Liverpool firms are never late on a deal."

Terry smiled.

"No they never are."

Aisha walked in holding a tray of drinks, a mixture of cans including Cola, and a Coffee that Marcus took from the tray thanking his sister.

I took a can of Fanta, and opened it as I felt Aisha sit right next to me at the end of the couch.

"So they're not gonna ask for a transportation fee from us then?"

Terry swung his head.

"Naw' they owe us, nae' transfer fees for anyone. They're using a clean driver, nae' record on him so it should go smoothly."

Marcus nodded sipping his Coffee.

"Big load coming down?"

Terry nodded.

"You're five Kilos for the next month, and some mare' for our other buyers."

Marcus grinned.

"We're running on the dregs right now, barely half a K' for the rest of the week. Hope they come through, we need enough to cover the next month with our lads."

Terry nodded, opening a can of Cola as Danny did the same in silence.

I noticed now, Danny was huge being the same build as Raffy but much taller.

I felt Aisha sit really close to me, until her thick, firm thigh pressed to mine on the couch.

I looked at her, and she simply smiled.

"With us or the Scousers, you know yae' always get what you pay for on time. If it's late, I'll throw in a Kilo for compensation until the main source arrives. Nae' cost, as I always promise."

Aisha's hand gently grazed my thigh, and I shuddered.

She simply smiled at me, as if she was doing nothing wrong.

"So who's the new kid?"

Marcus asked turning his attention on me smiling.

"James. My pal's nephew, from home. Got into a wee bit of trouble up there, so I promised his uncle I'd take him on doon' here."

Marcus chuckled.

"Working for the old firm then?"

I nodded.

"In a capacity, once he's learned enough."

Terry added.

"Good to meet you mate."

Marcus said extending his hand across to me, I shook it firmly to show I was paying him attention.

"I gave the lad one of our flats doon' in Hammersmith. Was hoping you'd let your lads know he's a friend, no' foe."

Marcus agreed.

"Of course, any of them little shits give you trouble James come to me. I'll sort them out, a few kicking's and they fall back into line."

Then I felt it, her hand.

Aisha's hand on my back behind me, well out of sight of Marcus or anyone else in the room.

She was gently trailing her fingertips along my back and down to my waist through my jumper.

I quickly glanced at her, and she was simply smiling.

I noticed her dreadlocks were in places dyed purple giving her an exotic appearance.

"Cheers for that mate."

I said shivering, her fingers trailing along my back as if she was doing nothing out of the ordinary.

Marcus smiled, and nodded before turning to Terry again.

Her fucking hand slid down and was inside the back of my jeans, right in my jeans her hand was touching my arse through my boxers.

"I'm guessing you heard what happened with the Turks across the river?"

Terry nodded, in full knowledge of something I knew nothing of.

"A war wae' the Albanians over the girls doon' there, and the dope. Fighting over the prostitution, and drugs. Makes nae' sense really, dae' Albanians aren't usually this eager to war over something like that."

Marcus agreed, drinking his Coffee as Raffy sat listening to the music from the television smoking his Joint.

Aisha slid even closer to me, her body pressed to my arm and side.

"I heard they've pissed off the Russians over this, Turks are usually the best customers to the Russians for arms. Albanians are wary, about the Russians, a fucking useless war if it comes to one."

She took my hand, the one I was not holding my beverage with and slowly slid it down between her legs and I felt the smooth material of her leggings, close to her crotch.

All the while, no one seemed to notice this not even Danny who was so busy watching over the meeting he hadn't noticed the groping going on between me and Aisha.

"Sokolov wanted a sit down with the Albanians, literally told him to fuck off they did. The Russians ain't happy, it's an insult to refuse a sit down with Victor. Especially when he's the Russian mob's main man here in London, and probably the rest of the country even."

She pressed my hand to her crotch, and it felt warm as if she was on fire.

I was breathing hard, as my shaking fingers felt the camel toe of her leggings pressed to her vulva.

I could barely contain my breathing, I was worried if Marcus noticed any of this.

Not to mention the raging hard-on in my jeans I tried to hide with my jumper.

"Those Albanians didnae' listen to anyone, believe me. They tried to muscle in on us, and when we showed we werenae' gonna let them they backed doon', even them Russians talked them down. I think Sokolov is gonnae' have tae' dae' something tae' them, has tae' send a message to them."

Marcus sighed.

"Fuck it, not like the old days no more. We better square up, make sure your bosses up North get paid."

He said forcing a smile.

He nodded to Raffy who pulled from behind the couch a small but large cellophane parcel of what looked to be blocks of banknotes, I saw they were all in £50 denominations, and some in £20 notes.

Raffy handed it over to Danny, and Marcus turned to Terry.

"Sixty grand, for the five Kilo's. You want to count it?"

Terry looked at Marcus, but smiled.

"We've been daein' business for years Marcus, I trust yer'. Nae' point in ripping one another off doon' here if we hav' tae' dae' business together another day."

Marcus laughed.

That moment, I felt Aisha had pressed my hand into her crotch and I felt her vulva part and I knew I could literally feel her pussy now with my knuckles.

As the meeting was over, everyone stood up and something was shoved into my hand by Aisha.

I quickly glanced at it, and noticed it was a torn piece of newspaper with a phone number written on it with the words 'call me' underneath it in Biro pen.

She smiled at me when I read the note, and stood with us all.

"I'll gae' yer' a call if the shipment is gonnae' be late, and if it is we'll set up a place for your lads tae' pick up the compensation package."

Terry said shaking Marcus's hands.

"Good man."

"I'll walk them downstairs."

Aisha said smiling.

She walked ahead of us, and I could not take my eyes off of her ass encased in the leggings.

It was firm, thick and so beautiful to watch sway and bounce.

We walked down the stairs behind her, and at the door she waited.

"Can we talk James?"

She asked me.

Terry looked at me, and he knew what was going on.

He didn't seem to approve, but walked outside followed by Danny to the car.

I turned to Aisha, and suddenly she pulled me into the kitchen and without warning pressed her moist lips to mine.

We kissed, with me pressed up against the fridge as she lifted her leg up to my waist.

I held it up, as we kissed and I slid my other hand under her along her crotch and around to her arse making her gasp, and purr.

"You better call me, I don't do this normally but what you said to me I really liked it. Maybe you're a different guy, to those I am used to."

Aisha said grinning as I squeezed her firm, thick arse through her leggings.

"Didnae' worry, I'll be calling you the moment I get home hen."

She giggled, and kissed me once more.

"Go."

I smiled and stumbled out of the kitchen clutching her phone number, and out of the house closing the door behind me as I ran to the car getting inside next to Terry.

He was not happy.

"I'm assuming that wee lassie slipped yae' her number, didn't she?"

He asked.

I just nodded, knowing I had fucked up.

"You better hope that Marcus doesnae' find out, or if he does he approves of it James. We've had good business wae' him and his crew for years, we cannae' fuck it up over something like this."

I nodded.

"I'll keep it discreet, Terry. I promise."

He sighed and nodded.

"For our sakes, I hope yae' dae' son."

The drive back to the flat in Hammersmith was short, and Terry turned to me.

"I know that place isnae' furnished, so I'm gonna get Danny to run around tonight wae' some things. Fix the place up a wee bit for you. And here, another bit of dough tae' keep you tiding over."

He said handing me another roll of banknotes, and smiled.

"Regardless of that wee lassie, it seems you're learning. Wae' Marcus there is future business, and allies if wae' need them. He can put together a good crew, some shooters and some just muscle. But he is worth keeping as a pal, than an enemy. He pays on time for the supply, and he is never late on payment. We've had business wae' him since we took our share of things doon' here. We keep things under our control doon' here through Marcus, Raffy an' others. They know tae' pay their supplier promptly, they're no' dealing with the London firms no more, but we're a better bet than the Turks or Asians for them. Just be careful wae' that Aisha, didnae' get involved wae' her if you're not in for the long haul wae' her. In all dae' years I've done business with her brother, she has never been an easy lay, she's never been known aroond' for being an easy girl. If she's interested in you, she is interested in you for a reason, no' just a leg over."

I nodded, looking at Terry and agreed.

I stepped out of the car, and it was soon out of sight down the road.

I checked my cash given to me nearby, out of sight and counted another £500 in banknotes. I shoved it into my wallet, and decided to go out and get some more shopping.

I made my way down to Hammersmith Broadway, the centre of Hammersmith and found an Argos store.

I bought a PS3, and a few games for less than £200, and then bought a pizza from a takeaway shop before heading back home but not before buying some cheap films on DVD at a second-hand store.

By the time I had my new gaming console connected up to the television, it was almost 1pm.

I tried some of the games, and picked up the number Aisha had given me.

I pondered if I should call her, and eventually dialled in her number and called her.

The call rang out, but a voice answered.

"Hello?"

I breathed hard.

"Hey, it's James. I hope it's alright I called yae'."

Aisha giggled down the phone, and I felt my heart flutter.

"Definitely, I was hoping either you called me back tonight or tomorrow."

I smiled clutching the phone to me, as I had Call of Duty paused mid-level on the screen.

"I was wondering if yae' were busy, maybe if yae' wanted to come over to the flat I'm staying at. I've got some DVD's and games I bought for the PS3, and well I was thinking about you."

There was laboured breathing, and I thought she was going to say no to my invitation.

"Sure, I can get away from here. Just give me an hour, I'll get changed and I'll be at your place soon."

I smiled and gave her the address of the flat, and she told me that she wouldn't be long.

I cleaned up the flat as best as I could, putting my rubbish into a plastic bag in the kitchen and waited.

I spent the next hour playing a few of the games I had bought, and looked at the DVD's I had bought.

Some were as little as £1 to buy, and I had bought some comedies, horrors and action movies.

I then heard the buzzer of the main door downstairs, next to the front door.

Using it for the first time, I took the receiver off the handle and a screen came alive next to it in black and white showing who had buzzed.

It was Aisha, smiling up at the camera.

"Hey."

She said grinning, her voice coming out frazzled via the intercom.

"Come on up."

I said buzzing her in through the main door.

Opening the front door, I waited for her.

I heard footsteps on the stairs, and suddenly I saw her.

Her beautiful black hair in dreadlocks, the purple locks shining in the light of the day.

She had changed her clothes, now wearing a short black skirt with tights or what looked to be nylons with a purple blouse, wearing a long jacket over herself.

She had in her hand a shopping bag, and she showed me it with a smile.

"I brought some beers, and Vodka."

I smiled and stepped inside to let her walk ahead of me into the apartment, her ankle boots clinking on the wood floor of the flat.

I closed the door behind her and followed her into the lounge.

She smiled turning to me, and grinned.

"Nice place."

She said smiling.

"It will be, once I get the place furnished."

Aisha took her coat off, and placed it on the couch standing there in the figure hugging short skirt she wore that was leather, and the tight blouse she wore that clung to her chest and torso.

"God, how old are you?"

She asked me.

I smiled.

"Twenty one."

I said checking her out.

"Jesus, I'm thirty three. You know that right?"

She clasped her hands to her face, as if guilty or ashamed of the age gap between us.

"I dae' noo', but it doesnae' bother me. I meant what I said back at the flat, when I first saw you."

Aisha laughed, and put her hands on her hips staring at her.

"God, you're so young."

I grinned.

"And you're so fucking beautiful, you know that right?"

She beamed, so beautiful.

"Want to watch a film?"

She nodded.

"Sure, put anything you want on."

I nodded, and went over to the television stand.

I picked out Austin Powers, the first film and put it into the PS3.

It quickly came on, and the movie started.

As I stood I saw Aisha lounging on the couch, legs stretched out and grinning at me.

I sat down next to her, and she turned to me.

She leaned down and pulled out two bottles of beer from the shopping bag she brought, and we opened them with a can-opener she brought with her.

The beer was Fosters, Australian Lager and she began to sip from her bottle.

"God you are so fucking sexy."

Aisha giggled, almost spitting out of her beer.

"I figured that back at the flat, no one has ever said something like that to me before when they've come to see my brother. No man has ever had the balls to tell me that, but you did. I know I came on strong with the hands, I should have just given you my number when I could."

I smiled.

"I'm no' complaining, but either way I wanted your number."

"I've seen my brother do business with Terry for a while now, and no man has ever come over to the house and flattered me so much. But I'm guessing you don't have a filter do you, back home?"

I drank from my beer.

"No' really, I usually just tell it as it is. Dae' what I want, and stuff."

Aisha smiled.

I moved closer to her, so our legs touched.

My jeans against her nylon clad legs.

"So what happened in Glasgow that forced your uncle to send you down here?"

That was a big question, and I wondered if she could follow the story from my mouth.

"Well I was dealing up there, yae' know for a wee crew that worked for my uncle. A few weeks ago, one of our rivals came after me. His boys cut me up a fair bit, and left me tae' die. But I didnae', I recovered and found him about a week ago noo'. I cut him up, far worse than his pals cut me up. I put him in A&E for a solid month or two. But his father was like my uncle, had some graft and influence. He worked for a firm, like my uncle worked for another. No' really rivals, but no' friends either. I guess I added petrol tae' a fire already there, and made things too hot for me to stay."

I recalled my story, of how I was sent to London for my own safety by my family.

"So you just do whatever you want? Fight those who hurt you, doesn't seem that bad really."

I grinned, slurping back my beer as I placed my hand on Aisha's knee.

She looked at me, but then smiled back.

"Well it wasnae' the first time I did something that stupid, I cut up another rival a few months back. He had tried to undercut our price, and sell a weaker product than ours. I couldnae' have that, so I went to speak to him. Next thing I know he's coming at me with a blade in his hoose' and I got mine out, we tussled for a bit then I managed to stab him in the ribs. He nearly died, but nae' luck. Next thing I know his crew has a price on ma' head. £1,000 to be exact. But I left the city for a wee while, then came back. The price was still on ma' head but I at least had some breathing space with my uncle helping me oot'."

Aisha nodded.

"I guess it was safer to come doon' here than give my uncle any trouble, or the firm he works for. I cannae' trust his bosses no' to dae' me in, kill me to keep the peace. That's what my uncle was fearing would happen. So he made a deal wae' the firm, for me to come doon' here and work with the firm's business doon' south. I couldnae' complain, ma' uncle saved me from a shooting and an early grave."

I slid my hand along her leg, up her firm, thick thigh along the nylons and pushed her skirt up to expose more of her inner thighs.

I had a massive, raging hard-on in my jeans sticking up like a pipe towards the ceiling and was rubbing Aisha's inner thighs with my free hand.

"It's the life we live I guess, it's the same with Marcus. Even from a young age, coming up through the ranks down here almost cost his life twice."

I nodded stroking her thigh.

"What happened the first time?"

Aisha put her hand on mine, and manoeuvred my hand up and down her inner thigh stroking her.

"First time was similar to yours, he crossed a rival back in the late 80's and was almost shot but he took the bullet in his shoulder. It happened in East London I think, he went there to oversee some deal going down. He was quite young, I was barely six or seven I think. Being a young black man in London back then, only the Irish or Scottish faced the same discrimination as he did. The rival was white, and didn't like him making connections with other firms and gangs in the city. They followed him from the meeting he had with a contact of his, then shot him as he was trying to get into the car. Luckily the shot just winged him, and he lived. But my brother never forgot it, he was running with the QPR hooligan gangs back then and he went with some of his pals to the guy's house in Bethnal Green. I don't know what happened, but the guy was never seen again. My brother told me whenever I asked that he was just simply dealt with, and had left the city. But I'm not a fucking idiot, even back then he was in the drug trade and stuff. He had the guy killed, and rightfully so."

I slowly inched up her skirt more, exposing her crotch to me and that purple panties that hid behind the nylon pantyhose she was wearing.

"And the second time?"

I asked.

Aisha smiled, and helped me inch up her skirt all the way around her waist, now acting more as a belt than a skirt exposing her full thick, thighs to me and crotch.

"Second time was over a girl, he had fallen for a blonde white girl in the 90's. Even then a black man, falling in love with a white girl was unheard of and people didn't approve of it. So the girl happened to be dating some guy from Brixton, down south-way. He was in an old firm that still ran things there, and when he found out about my brother with his girlfriend he went mental. Called in his friends, and went looking for Marcus. Next thing I hear, he's been shot near Hammersmith with a shotgun. But luckily they had shot him as he was getting out of the car, and when he saw the gun he ducked and only took a few pellets in his arm. He leans out of the fucking car, and starts shooting back with a handgun. They ran for their fucking lives, they never thought my brother was that ballsy. But no one was killed, and yet they stayed away after that but it was on a condition. My brother had to stop seeing the girl, and he did. He knew the next time they came calling for him over the girl, they would kill him."