What's in the Consignment?

Chapter - 7

Inside a bar. 

The atmosphere was lively. One could easily spot drunken old men with one leg in the grave having the time of their life. 

They walked with stumbling steps drowned in alcohol but with their arms wrapped around beautiful girls on their either side. They had the perfect support one could die for.

While drowned in alcohol, all the men in the bar reeked of wealth and power which they flaunted without even trying. 

The air inside the bar was filled with the scent of aged whiskey and fine cigars. This was the kind of place where fortunes were made and lives were lost over single malt. 

In one of the exclusive VIP booths

Relaxed, his head resting on the soft sofa, Cockroach dressed in his custom tailored suit sharp like always, with his usual cigar in his mouth was surrounded by a bunch of men.

But unlike the room in that glass building, here the atmosphere was anything but sober and tense. Everyone was joking around with each other, shoulder brushing without caring who it was. Cockroach was just among them.

"Ahemm… Ahemm…" At that moment, Cockroach cleared his throat, lifting the glass.

"When is the shipment arriving, Angelo?" Cockroach looked at a man standing near the door talking to someone.

"The shipment is arriving next week," Angelo stepped close to Cockroach and said leaning forward. His voice wasn't low, it didn't seem like the topic was something to hide, "We just need a secure location for its handover." 

Cockroach smirked, taking a sip of his drink, "Security is not our problem, aren't I right old Joe? We drop the shipment, we take old Joe's money."

"And if anyone stands in our way…" Cockroach exchanged glances with those around him instead of completing his words.

It might have been a threat for someone else, but for those in the room it was a casual remark. So much so that instead of feeling terrified they looked excited hearing about the shipment. 

"I just hope the shipment this time is worth the money I am paying." The man named Old Joe exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement.

"The last batch was just too fragile. Broke way too easily. It wasn't even fun after a while. It was a damn struggle," He shook his head thinking about his loss last time. He couldn't even enjoy till his heart couldn't take no more. 

"You sick bastard," another man sneered, showing his golden teeth, shaking his head in disgust, "You have got no shame, you pervert." 

"How can anyone actually enjoy what you do? Even I find it ughhh… it's pathetic." Another man joined and as he spoke, he felt a shudder just thinking about what old Joe did with the consignment.

"Nobody is a saint here… But even we don't stoop that low," another man added, "I pity those poor souls. Some of them might have lived if not for the things you do."

"But even if they lived, they would have preferred dying than love those moments again and again," Cockroach's lips curled up in a smirk, he had no sympathy for the 'goods', "But it does prove that there was nothing wrong with the quality of my goods. Hahahaha."

"You guys… How can you all gang up on innocent me?" Old Joe looked at his friends with pitiful eyes, "You can't bully me."

"Ughhhh… Don't look at us like that you old pervert," Cockroach pushed Old Joe away, "I feel like throwing up."

But before 'a cockroach' could get sick, the door of the room opened and a group of girls with trays in their hands walked in shaking their voluptuous thicc asses with more alcohol for the men to drown in.

The skimpy outfits wrapped around their body barely concealed their curves, shimmering under the dim neon lights. 

The girls moved seductively with bold red lips and teasing smiles, as they traced their fingers along their rough cheeks, drawing every man's hungry, lingering gaze toward them. 

In the end of the queue of the girls, a beautiful woman with striking green eyes, stepped forward, her hands slightly trembling as she poured the drink into Cockroach's glass.

Cockroach looked up from his glass his gaze falling on the girl's face and his lips curled up in a sly grin as his gaze started to move from her face, to her bright red lips then to her white neck before finally stopping at the deep cleavage that was visible in that tight, skimpy red outfit. 

Without warning, he grabbed her wrist, his grip tightening possessively.

The girl was taken by surprise as she gasped, and her breath quickened, " Excuse me, sir," she tried not to make a scene while attempting to pull away.

As he watched her struggle, frown appeared on his face. He yanked her closer, his fingers threading through her hair, pulling her head back roughly. 

Seeing their boss prey on the helpless girl, his men chuckled at her helpless whimper.

"You think you can refuse me?" His voice was low, laced with menace. Then, without another word, he turned to his men and smirked.

"Excuse me, gentlemen. As you can see, I have some 'important' business to attend to." 

"Ohhhooo,,, Important business!!! Sure… Sure brother… Enjoy to your heart's content," The men cheered as they watched Cockroach stand up.

But Cockroach paid no heed to those assholes. He couldn't wait as he dragged the girl by her hair. He walked out of the room with the girl and rushed upstairs. He could already heel the hardness in his pants. 

As soon as he entered the room, he flung the girl onto the plush bed without any regards.

Slamming the door shut behind them, Cockroach loosened the collar of his shirt. He was ready to devour the girl with just his hungry eyes as a wicked smirk played on his lips. 

"I am going to enjoy you all night," Licking his lips, Cockroach put his foot on the bed. But just as he closed up, the girl tried to get as far away from him as she could.

"Hehehe… Where do you think you are going?" He mocked, unbuttoning his shirt. " You should be grateful I am even touching you. You can brag about it to your friends or even your boyfriend. Hehehe… I don't mind mouth publicity."

He bent towards her, grabbing her chin, and he tilted her face up, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

"If you want me to be a little gentle," he whispered, his breath against her cheek, "then be a good girl and make it worth my time."

Tears slipped silently down her face, but he merely chuckled, running his fingers through her hair before fisting it harshly, pulling her closer and captured her soft lips with his rough lips like a hungry beast, wanting to devour the girl.

He sucked on her lips for a while, opening her mouth with his tongue, wanting to go deeper and deeper. 

After about a minute or two of sucking her lips, Cockroach finally pulled back and breathing heavily, looked at the girl with satisfaction.

"Please sir, leave me." She cried, "I beg you… Please let me leave."

"Drop the act bitch. Like you didn't know what you were getting into,"

Cockroach ignored her and crawled toward her, he held her hand tightly, and with one move he tore her stockings and skirt. Biting her thighs, he moved upward toward her face and with a harsh force made her cry, starting pleasuring himself. 

What followed was nothing but his pleasure, his dominance—her silent suffering. She lay beneath him, motionless, her body aching with every forced movement he made. 

The room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the rustling of the sheets, and the occasional creak of the bed. Her fingers clutched the fabric beneath her, knuckles turning as she willed herself not to cry.

When he was done, he let out a satisfied sigh, his weight pressing down on her for a moment longer before he finally pulled away. Without a second glance, he pushed her away like a used doll, buttoning his shirt with a satisfied smirk. The dim light caught the sheen of sweat on his forehead, but his eyes gleamed with nothing but triumph.

"Not bad girl, not bad," he scoffed, glancing at her crumpled form.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted the silence. "Sir, there's an update."

He exhaled, lighting a cigar as he strode towards the door. "Let's go outside."

Without sparing the girl another glance, he stepped out, his eyes cold and calculating as he walked away.

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[Author's Note: Don't forget to read my other story: "From Beauties to Treasures: I will own them all]