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Haruchai

Haruchai

As you wish.
Joined
Sep 27, 2011
Location
United States (CST)
The world of business can be cutthroat, especially in the United States. Some people are just bred for it, and some aren't. Luckily, oft times those with a propensity for such things are in the same family. So it goes for the Hollstadt brothers.

Victor and Roman, the Hollstadt's, run a very successful real estate venture. Or that is what they would have you believe. The truth is they work for the Trafficante family and are elbow deep in the Mafia.

Regardless, they are still shrewd businessmen, as is evidenced by the fact that they are trusted men and yet are not "made" as they are not of Italian descent.

The brothers are similar in many ways, but also quite different. Victor is the more polished of the two, with a masters degree in accounting and business management. Roman is the more free-spirited of the two, with a love for fast cars and motorcycles, and a mechanic that can drive or fix about anything.

After working out at the gym, Roman is on his way to the brother's shared sprawling estate, his Ducati Monster weaving expertly through traffic, when something on the side of the road catches his eye. Finding a place to turn around, Roman heads back.
 
The side of the road held a sleek little car, a piece of history that was definitely to be appreciated as much as the driver was. The driver, though, was not looking particularly happy. Her expession was full of frustration as she talked on her cell, obviously trying to get help. Being stuck on the side of the road in hot weather was not anything that Kamaria Moshimbe had wanted, much less expected. Nor was arguing with the roadside assistance service, who was not giving her assistance any time soon, it seemed.

She finally hung up the phone, pissed, then got out of the car, moving to the side away from the road, so she could stretch. Dammit, was it too much to ask for an easy move? It hadn't been bad coming from Jamaica to here, but here seemed to want to keep kicking her in the ass. She sighed, grumbling a bit, glad her hair was up off her face and neck. Then she realized her drinks were in the cooler... behind her seat. Sighing, she checked to see there was currently no traffic, so she hustled back around, and instead of opening the door, she leaned over the top of it; convertibles were so damn nice. Her skirt pulled up to about an inch or two below her ass, and she balanced on one foot, the other leg kicked up some, as she dug in and got her long, cold bottle of SmartWater. She unscrewed the cap and took a drink, closing her eyes in pleasure at the feel of the ice cold water sliding down her thoat.
 
The Ducati circled back around and Stopped several yards back from the car. Now that he was closer he could confirm what it was; a nice AC Cobra. Likely a 427. A damn nice ride, and from what he could see, the caramel skinned goddess that was bent over the side was a damn nice ride too. Her pert little ass was up in the air, barely covered by her skirt, and Roman smirked. Shutting off the bike he got off of it and walked toward the car, his six foot five inch frame approaching her and the car with an easy gait.

"Hey there! You looked like you could use some help! Any idea what's wrong with your car? Nice ride by the way. Is it a kit or an original?" he asked. Kits, really good ones, were still a pretty penny, but an original could have cost her up to a cool million.

"My name's Roman. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms...?" he said, and smiled as he offered his hand.
 
At the sound of his voice, Kam spun to see who was coming, lowering her water bottle and almost holding it as a weapon. Then, seeing the man standing before her, she almost dropped the bottle. Now, being from Jamaica, she'd seen gorgeous men who were born there and who visited there. But if this one had visited... she'd have found a place to hide him and chained him to her bed. She did so love tall, built men, and he was defnitely inches above her own five feet seven. Practically a foot taller. Damn. He'd have to pick her up to kiss her, most likely, she thought wickedly. Not like he'd be likely to do that any time soon.

"Yeah, needing it for sure. Getting it... they said it would take three hours to get out here, and not to mention how long it'll take them to fi whatever it is that went wrong. Which answers your first question; I have no idea. It started choking on me, and it shouldn't be fluids, I just had them all changed and topped off. And it's a kit; it was a grduation present." Damn, she was rattling on, wasn't she?

Then he offered his hand, introducing himself as Roman. Still a bit wary, she gave him her hand and her name as well. "Kamaria. You can call me Kam if you wish."
 
The young lady turned around with a start and Roman could see why. He smiled. She was, quite truthfully, stunning. Being on the side of the road with a strange man surely made her a bit on edge.

"I'm sorry to have startled you. I just saw you and you looked like you needed some help." he told her, which really was honest.

As she took his hand, he kept his dark eyes on hers and grasped it, his own hand dwarfing hers. Her skin was soft and Roman lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the back of it. Such things were hardly done these days, but he felt like she deserved that bit of chivalry from him. He wanted to put her mind at ease.

He let go of her hand and turned his attention to the car. "Kit or not, it's a sexy beast. Mind if I take a look?" he said, and poked his head under the hood. Unlike the cars of old, this one was PCM controlled with all the electronic goodies. One thing he noticed was a small puddle of fuel along one of the intake runners.

"Looks like you have a manifold leak, but if you said it choked out on you, I bet it might be your fuel pump. If you want, I can have you a tow here in fifteen minutes and get you to a good garage." he said, looking at the caramel skinned beauty.
 
She groaned as he mentioned the two possible reasons the car conked out. "With my luck, it'll be both. I'm trying to move from home, and well, some people weren't happy. I bet dollars to caviar someone didn't check the engine as well as he said, or did this deliberately. I tell Dad, and my brothers and cousins will give him a little visit." There was a bit of vindictiveness in her voice when she mentioned the 'visit'. Oh, Jerome was going to regret that shit with a passion. Especially since he Dad might well cancel the hotel's contract with that garage for the hotel cars' servicing.

When he said he could have a tow there in fifteen minutes, she almost had her legs go out from underneath her. "How can you do that when AAA can't? Never mind. If you can do it, I'll take it. How bad you think it'll hit the pocketbook?" She had to husband her money carefully until she found a place to live, get a job while she looked for a place for her restaurant.
 
Roman just smiled as she showed that vindictive streak, and he pulled out his phone and tapped a single button. Of course, he had all kinds of ties in the city, some legit, some not so legit, but he made sure that this car was going to a legit place and one that would give him a good deal.

"Hey Billy! It's Roman! Yeah, I got a car out here that's broke down on the interstate. A nice little Cobra kit. I need one of your boys out here pronto to pick it up. You got one on the beltway now? Twenty minutes? Ok man, you can't miss it. Thanks." The conversation was short and to the point, and Roman hung up the phone.

"Sorry about that Kam, I guess I lied. It's gonna be twenty minutes, but Billy's got a truck out here already, so he's on the way." Roman said. "You said you're just moving here? What for? I assume you got a job, or are starting a business?" he asked, genuinely curious.
 
She stared as he took care of things with a single call. Damn! This Roman was the answer to a gal's prayers. If it wasn't for the fact that she'd just met him, she likely would have jumped him and kissed him for the help. So it was twenty minutes instead of fifteen. Beat the hell out of three hours! Hell, she was still considering the kiss. He was a very fine specimen of masculinity, and the kind she liked, after all. Kissing him would be... damn.

"I'm hoping to get a restaurant started; I'm cordon bleu trained, and I was working in the restaurant at the hotel my Dad ran since I was barely a teenager. I love to cook; especially if it's a long meal. I did a seven courser for my cousin's engagement party, and loved it. I really like balancing the meal and dessert. After all, getting to the dessert is the best thing."
 
There was no denying the way she was looking at him, like she wanted to gobble him up, and Roman returned her looks with a smoldering one of his own. Those lips of hers would look even better wrapped around something else. Maybe if he played his cards right...

Then she was speaking about what she wanted to do and Roman thought a moment. "Do you have the means to start your own place? I mean, are you looking to be an executive chef someplace and work up the ladder? or did you scout locations, all ready to buy and get yourself set up?" he asked, curious.

Once she told him he spoke up again. "Tell you what, I'll get your car towed, get it fixed, and in return you go out with me. Cook me a meal. What do you say, Kam?" he asked.
 
"I woldn't mind working my way up; I've done plenty of that already, and getting your own place is expensive. Plus I need a place to live. I still need to scout that out, but Dad arranged for me to get rooming at one of the hotels in his chain for free, and I can work there while I scout locations. Sucks, but I'll do what I need to to make my dream work." Why shouldn't she? She had a God-given talent, so her teachers had said, and they had been impressed with her ability to thrive on hard work and difficult situations. She was young and could work for her future. After all, it wasn't like some rich sugar daddy was going to set her up for life. She'd likely be bored stiff, unless she took control of the kitchen. Private parties; now that would be fantastic.

"I pay you for getting my car fixed by cooking you dinner? Seriously? What's the catch?" There had to be one, right?
 
So she wanted to do things the right way, get some experience under her belt and then finally get her own place. Admirable. "I know a few places you might try. I can put in a good word for you. I've got a thing about helping out pretty girls." he told her and winked.

Her suspicion brought another chuckle and Roman shrugged. "What can I say? You're beautiful, and maybe I'm hoping something will blossom between us. Can't just be coincidence I spotted you on the side of the road, right? You might love to cook, but you'd make a beautiful model too. Lord knows you've got the looks and the body for it." he told her, not shy at all.
 
"Oh, I just bet you have a thing," she drawled, letting her Jamaican accent thicken a bit. He was a charmer, was this Roman, and she should be wary of him. Well, more wary. Bt for some reason, she didn't think he was out to harm her. Then he said that bit about a model, ans she couldn't help but agh. "Most models they want taller than me and skinnier. No way am I starving myself for a camera. If you want me to model swimwear, I might consider it," she quipped with a chuckle.

She cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down, a slow smile crossing her face. "You're a pretty handsome guy yourself, Roman. And smooth. Hoping something will blossom. Very nicely done. So... where am I cooking you dinner at? Considering I'm currently going to be rooming in a small hotel cubby of a room?"
 
Roman couldn't keep the smirk from his face as she spoke, and her accent made him a little weak in the knees. His eyes had locked on her mouth, those lips lush and full and Roman imagining them wrapped around certain things in all the right ways. "Model swimwear? Nah. I think you could model anything you want, though your birthday suit might be a little closer to what I'm envisioning in my mind's eye." he admitted.

Her question was fair and Roman said, "How about if I'm able to get you a nice small apartment of your own? No hotel cubby or any of that shit. I deal in some rental properties and considering you're new in town, and obviously having some bad luck, maybe I can be a good stroke of luck for you... if you'll let me. As far as where I'd want you to cook, how about my place? Is that too intimate for you?" he asked, and allowed his eyes to stray along her body, picturing her delicious curves without those pesky garments.
 
Kam chuckled at his comment about her birthday suit instead of a swimsuit. Nice to know he was human. After all, he'd been so polite, she'd been wondering a bit. And she was wavering between going for his suggestions; he was willing to fix her car for a dinner she'd make, and now find her an apartment? This was... whoa.

"You're not into human trafficking, are you?" she asked, then had to laugh as she shok her head. "Nah, you don't look the type. You don't need to pay for a woman. I'm betting they jump you at a second's notice. Not like I can't see why," she added, giving him a once-over. "I bet you're killer on the dance floor, and at the beach," she added idly, wondreing if she was bold enough to stroke his chest. God, and that beard. She was suddenly sure that beards were one of the sexiest things on a man.

"I think I can handle doing dinner at your place. I'm guessing I'll be able to find the ingredient I might need? What do you like to eat?" Oh, fuck, was that a leading question. She wasn't going to take it back. Instead, she moved to sit on her trunk, carefully, since she didn't want to burn her legs. Of course, the short skirt of her tan dress rode up higher on her thighs, which was precisely what she wanted. Damn, was she getting hot, and not just from the sun. She had never been this instantly attracted to someone before, and damn if she didn't want to make a lollipop out of him, lick him all over. Feel that body againt hers. Shit... she was turning into a nympho and she hadn't even done anything but have her hand taken!
 
Roman had to snort a laugh. "I may be into many things, but trafficking of people is not one of them." he admitted, which was the truth. Her next words, compliments all, brought a smile and he lifted his shirt, to show off his abs. "You're always welcome to touch, but you have to be willing to get touched in turn." he warned her and smiled.

Her question brought a long hard stare and finally Roman spoke. "I like to eat all kinds of things, but since we're specifically talking about food, I'll leave that up to the chef. Your specialty would be quite fine. And of course, you'll be there as well so I'm sure my mouth will have plenty of things to sample." he said, taking her in with his eyes as she sat on her trunk and showed off those long legs of hers. Ample thigh was shown, and Roman wanted to touch them and see how silky smooth they were, but he merely moved a bit closer, and it was about this time that the tow truck pulled up by them, slowing down and getting over on the shoulder to then start backing up to her car.

"See? That didn't take long at all." Roman said, and offered her a hand to get down off the trunk even though it sat rather low. "I'd like to follow the truck to the shop, but you can join me on my bike if you want." he offered.
 
Oh, did she want to touch! And who wouldn't want those hands and that mouth on their body? She'd let him touch in return, for certain. So not like her, so not, but she didn't care. She didn't have to have her relatives hovering around all the time now, so she could break out and be as wild as she wanted to be. And Roman was definitely a walking, talking, sexy as hell invitation to be wild. "I think I could handle return touching," she said, letting that accent out a bit more again. Most of the time it was a background flavor, but when she wanted to have fun, it got stronger. Non-Jamaicans seemed to love it that way.

"So... how about I make some Roman... I mean, Italian?" Kam tossed back after Roman's mention of sampling. She did enjoy a good, sexy flirt, and he was skilled in receiving and giving. He moved closer, and she was contemplating grabbing his shirt and dragging him to stand between her legs when the tow tuck arrived. She shot it a dirty look that quickly morphed into relief; glad it was here, but sad that it had ended her play.

When he commented on the short time frame, she agreed. Not long for them to get there, and not long for her to decide to see if this could 'blossom', using his own word, into something interesting. She smiled and laughed in a sultry way as he offered her his hand to help her slide off the trunk. She took it, and slid off quickly enough that she was almost flat against him. "I'd love to have that beast between my legs," she commented, feeling so daring, so uncommonly bold. She was liking it though. She didn't get a chnce to exchange such naughty banter with anyone, really.
 
The little teases were certainly noted, and Roman had to smile as she slid off the trunk and right into his arms. He was sorely tempted to pull her close, but he didn't. He wanted to though, and as she commented about the beast he grinned. "Maybe you'll get a chance to get that beast between your legs after we get off the motorcycle." he teased, and allowed one hand to caress her hip.

By now the tow truck driver approached, and Roman spoke briefly with him and told him where to take the car and that they'd follow behind. Then he was back to Kam and extending a hand. "We're ready to go! You ever been on a bike before?" he asked, curious.
 
"Oh, naughty, Roman!" she quipped back, laughing. Kam did adore a man with a quick wit. As he slid a hand along her hip, she leaned in and brushed a kiss across his lips, but anything else was interrupted by the truck driver. As he hooked up her car, she let Roman take care of it, and chose to ride on his motorcycle again. "Once or twice, but nothing like that," she replied to his question, taking his hand while gesturing to the bike with hers. "I loved it. I always thought about getting one for myself someday. Only a newer one than Ramsay's."
 
Roman had to laugh and as her lips brushed his he was sorely tempted to further things right there. The thought of bending her over the trunk of her car ran through his mind, and luckily her talk of motorcycles pulled him back. "Oh yeah? You have a bike that you really like?" he asked, curious, and walking her back to his.

By now the driver had her car secured on the flatbed and was walking back to his truck. Roman knew just where the car was going, so even if he and Kam got delayed it was no big deal. He did have a helmet and said, "You should wear the helmet. Protect that lovely head of yours." he said, and would hand it to her as he got on the bike and started it up.
 
"I like Harleys, though yours is very sweet indeed. Though if I could restore my grandpa's Indian to full health, I'd ride that. He had it handed down to him; think it was his grandpa that had it, or maybe his dad. But if I remember right, it's from the WWI era. Grandpa got one from WW2 whih also needs restoring, but damn if they aren't two of the sweetest bikes ever. I still like modern Indians, but a custom Harley.. oh aby. Now that's a beast."

She couldn't help it; her family had been taking care of people for a very long time. She took great pride in that. It was what she was planning on doing. Though sometimes she wondered if she really wanted to own the place, or just wanted a backer who gave her creative control. But she'd be cooking, which was the whole point.

She smiled as he handed her his helmet, slipping it on without worrying about what her hair might look like afterwards. She loved looking good, but safety came before mushed hair. She climbed on behind him and wrapped her arms about his waist, resting her hands right above the button on his jeans. A little slip and she'd be holding something else likely hard as iron.
 
Roman couldn't fault the woman for her taste in bikes. "A woman after my own heart." he said, and noticed how close her hands were to his cock as she settled in behind him, her soft breasts pressed to his back. It was easy to see how her clothes rode up on her too, practically baring her ass whole she just sat there, not to mention how the wind would help things along. Others on the interstate were sure to get a nice peek at her legs and ass. Roman smirked. That was nice too, and public displays didn't bother him at all. She was with him after all, and holding onto his waist.... cock... whatever.

In fact, as he revved the engine, he shifted and pushed her hands down with one of his, to brazenly rub his dick into her hands and then he was off, riding after the tow truck and letting her do whatever she wanted. But every time she might move her hands away from him, he'd find a way to press his bulge right back against her fingers.

Soon they exited onto the surface streets and headed down one avenue toward a rather large and well kept garage. Even then, Roman kept his bulge pressed to her fingers and the bike vibrated under her ass and cunt like a huge sex toy. Rumbling into the lot, Roman spoke briefly with one of the guys, telling him they thought it might be the fuel pump, but telling him to do a full inspection. Not once did Roman get off the bike, or ask her to get off either, and then he'd pull out and head to one of the local fresh markets so they could get some ingredients.
 
Oh... my... God... He'd just actually moved her hands to cover his nice bulging package there! She closed her eyes as he rubbed her hand against him, an reste her chin on his shoulder, moaning i delight. She kept her hands there, too, happily squeezing and rubbing on the way. He was going to be so stiff when he finally got off the bike... an she wondered if he'd want her to treat the ache. She would. Oh, would she! She had a feeling he had great stamina too.

And it wasn't like she wasn't getting turned on madly by the feel of the vibrating bike between her legs. When they got to the garage, he didn't even turn off the bike, just let the gigantic vibrator keep going. Kam pressed closer to Roman, and just before he headed out again, she leaned in and whispered, "We might need to work on a different hunger first, hmmm?" She let him head where he'd planned to go, along for the ride at the time.
 
Roman was glad she'd decided not to be too shy and she rubbed and squeezed his cock as he drove, and didn't even stop as he talked to the mechanic. She was sure to leave a wet spot on his seat, but he didn't care, and as she suggested maybe feeding a different appetite he could only nod.

"Hey, you just met me. New to the city. You sure you want to go home with a stranger and get railed?" he asked. He surely wasn't going to deny her, and damn if she wasn't one of the finest pieces of ass he'd ever met. But hey, it was her body, and if she wanted it plundered, he wouldn't say no either.

He'd already headed along some back streets and toward his place, but it was easy enough to change direction if need be.
 
"I'm new to the city. Met you, and you were damn nice. And you feel damn good too. I can feed a couple hungers, but dinner is a ways off, isn't it?" Oh, she'd love working up an appetite with Roman. She could feel how hard and toned he was, which made her hot. Plus, there was no island family watching to report to her real family. That in and of itself, and the fact that she took the birth control shot and usually used condoms, made things a bit safer.

"Unless, of course, you have something against women?" Oh, she knew she was asking for it with that comment, but it was exciting to think about being wild and kinky wth someone she barely knew. Freeing, really. Hell, sometimes she thought having her own restaurant was just to get out from under her family's thumb. Who knew?
 
"I can definitely be nicer. And extremely filling." he teased, and grinned back at her. Then her comment and he shook his head. "Against women? No, no... just myself. And in them." he said with a wink, and soon they were speeding into a much more fancy and rich part of the city. The houses were huge, the lawns manicured, and the waters so blue.

Roman soon turned into a particular driveway, and the huge expansive house came into sight. Roman stopped the bike and they were still a ways from the house, and personnel could be seen tending to the lawn and washing windows of the house.

"You've got me nice and rock hard, Kam. You wanna give the gardeners a show?" he asked, though his tone really left no doubt that he wasn't asking.
 
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