Roberts Story Chapter 14

Betrayal


After my walk back to the room my balls felt wonderful, my cock all good surprisingly, like after a great work out, but my asshole, was feeling a bit stretched. I wondered if I was walking funny because it sure felt that way.

The shower was rejuvenating, and I was all dressed. I had my hide-away gun, a sweet little Sig, loaded and strapped on. Now, I had to just finish loading my extra clips for my new Glock and I’d be ready to go.

Tucking my Glock into my shoulder strap, I headed out to the front room to find Marcus, Shelly and Sam ready to go. We headed for the elevator and made our way down to the hotel office.

Marcus directed the girls, “Girls, wait here in the office, we will back up in about 30 minutes, go nowhere, talk with no one if possible, and then I’ll take you shopping, deal”?

They of course were very agreeable and sat perfectly straight in their chairs looking like perfect angels. I couldn’t help but admire their beauty, each wearing cute flowered sun dresses with white bobby socks and white LaCross tennis shoes. “Beautiful”.

Marcus and I were escorted to the Hotel Vault room and Bunker. I thought it odd they called it a bunker but once I got down there it all made sense. As we sat at a large conference table of solid wood that had to weigh several hundred pounds, our escort offered us “cognac, whisky, any other beverage, or perhaps you would like a cigar gentleman”?

Marcus accepted yet I declined as I rose from my seat, hearing the voices of others approaching.

“Easy Robert, it’s safe here”, Marcus smiled at me.

“I just feel better standing”, I answered.

A very short round older Mexican man came in followed by four men carrying large bags, smiling widely, grabbed Marcus and hugged him.

“Hola Mr. Sanchez, it is good to see you,” said Marcus, returning the hug.

“Here is all your money Mr. Powell”, Mr. Sanchez gestured, “I hate to see it go as I have cared for it a long time now, but I look forward to helping you again in the future”.

Marcus simply smiled and they chatted a bit before Mr. Sanchez left, the four guards remained. I recognized two of them from the interior security detail in the foyer. Marcus walked over to the liquor cart and poured us two whisky’s handing me one.

“Relax, hard part is over” he said.

I heard footsteps of what sounded to be six or seven people coming down the hall then it reduced to a few. A tall slender man with a thick Arabic accent walked in.

“Mr. Powell, a grand day for business. I am so happy to be of assistance to you as arranged”, while shaking Marcus’s hands.

“The additional business previously discussed from the photos you sent me is agreeable, especially after seeing the merchandise personally upstairs. I will include the four million into your deposit today at receipt of the merchandise”, the new man continued.

“Robert, please be kind and watch over as they do a quick weight count of the funds as I speak with our new banker”, Marcus said smiling as they moved to a side office talking in hushed tones.

Two men rolled in large scales setting the bags onto them and read the weight, concluding they now had possession of three hundred and sixty-seven million dollars.

Marcus and the banker walked out and the security detail all exited with the money, Marcus clapped his hands, “well that’s it, it’s done, let’s go shopping”!

Marcus, Shelly, Sam and I, hopped into a large black Lincoln and Marcus directed the driver to an address.