The Boss the Beginning

At a bar a few blocks from the hideout sitting at a pool table, towards the back of the bar. Johnny chalks the que, as Alisa bends over to line up her shot for the queball. The queball strikes the seven ball, and sinks it in the corner pocket. Alisa smiles at her second shot in a row, as she grabs her beer from the edge of the pool table and takes a drink. The heat wave going around, hasn't let up at all, and the weather channel doesn't offer much hope to see rain anytime soon. So Alisa has had to make some adjustments to her woredrobe, so she can stay cool while looking good at the same time. Seeing her in fairly revealing clothing is common, but she's gotten a little more bold in her choice of attire. Like the outfit she has on today. Today she's wearing a black spandex, opened back, high cut, thong leotard, under a faded black deniem vest with the front unbuttoned, with a pair of black leather fingerless gloves, a pair of thigh high, purple and black, striped, cotton socks, and her black, steel toe, goth style, platform boots (similar to the ones Selene wore in the movie Underworld). The leotard fits to every curve of her body, like a second set of skin, while showing off a lot of skin around her hips, waist, ass cheeks, and her thick, smooth, womanly thighs. Thanks to the way she keeps her cock tucked inside her pussy, there's no way to tell that she has a cock. Which is something Alisa likes, because she loves to surprise people when they see what she's packing in between her legs. Alisa sets her beer down, and walks around the table, so she can get to the next shot. As she leans down to line up the shot. She sees a heavily obese, middle aged man, with grey hair and big bald spot, wearing a long, purple fur coat with a tiger striped fluffy collar, a ketchup stained wife beater on, that barely fits over his fat stomach, a pair of sweat pants and a pair of shoes. Comes walking into the bar. He waddles his way to the pool table, his big stomach bumps the end of Alisa's que stick, causing her to miss the shot, and sink the queball. In a thick redneck accent he says. "Boy am I glad I found ya'll here. I need to talk to you." He said. Alisa rolls her eyes in annoyance, and steps aside to let Johnny have his turn. Alisa pulls a pack of cigarettes from her vest, and pulls one out and lights it, as she sits down on the edge of the pool table. "What's the problem, Elmer?" Alisa said, as she breathes out a puff of smoke. "I lost track of all my girls." He said, as a cocktail waitress in a pair of deniem mini skirt, a black tank top, a pair of black boots, and a serving apron around her hips. Walks up to take his order. Alisa crosses her legs, as she checks out the waitress' butt and legs. The waitress smiles at Alisa asshe turns around and walks away. Alisa smiles back, then grabs her beer and takes a big drink. "Hey, are you hearing me!?" Elmer said, sounding a little angry at the way Alisa seems to be ignoring him. "Watch your tone, Elmer. Remember who you're talking to. And yes I heard you." Alisa said. "Your girls are gone and you want us to get them back for you. Did you ever consider actually working the corner, instead of sitting on your ass. Making beer can pyramids." Alisa said, as she takes a drag of her cigarette and drink of her beer. "What're ya gettin at?" Elmer said. "Ain't it obvious? Bein a pimp requires a little more work than what you're doin." Johnny said, as he finished sinking a ball, and grabs his beer. "I didn't come here ta hear lectures. I came here, 'cause ya'll are the only people I trust. And da Saints have always been good to me and my girls." Elmer said, as the waitress bring his glass of whiskey. "Thank ya darlin. Keep da change." Elmer said, as he paid for the drink. The waitress puts the money in the pocket on her apron, and comes over to Alisa as she finishes her beer. "Can I get you another beer, Miss?" The waitress said, with a flirtatious smile as she stands in a way that allows Alisa to get a good look at her. "Yes, thank you." Alisa said, returning the smile. "Alright I'll be right back." The waitress said, as she turns and walks away. Swaying her hips to draw Alisa's attention to her ass. Alisa watches the way the bottom of the waitress' ass cheeks, peak out from under her skirt, as she walks away. "So what do ya plan to do 'bout gettin my girls back?" Elmer said, as he takes a drink of his whiskey. "What we always do. We go to whoever took your girls, have a little fun kicking the shit out of them, put a bullet in their heads, and take the girls back." Alisa said. "Good, teach those little pieces of shit a lesson." Elmer said. The waitress comes back with Alisa's beer on the serving tray. She bends over giving Alisa a look down her tank top, as she sets the beer down on the table. Alisa looks at the woman's tits, as they push out from the top of her shirt. Alisa's cock twitches inside the leotard, and makes her moan softly as she feels it stretching inside her pussy, as the waitress flirts and teases her. The waitress hands Alisa a napkin, before she leaves. Alisa looks at the napkin and sees the waitress' phone number written on it. "Well let's go get these girls back for our friend here." Johnny said, as he slams down the last of his beer. "We'll be back with your girls, don't worry. But Elmer, this one isn't free. Running a gang requires money, money isn't something we have a lot of at the moment." Alisa said, as she folds the napkin and stuffs it down in the front of her leotard. "Ya got it, how much money ya'll want." Elmer said. "Ten percent of everything you make, paid to us once a week. In exchange for our protection services." Alisa said, as she picks up her beer. "I can do ten percent. Hell it beats what I'm payin to the Ronin. Plus I know the word of the Saints, is as good as a loaded Colt 45." Elmer said. "Good and I know you won't go back on our agreement. That's what I like about you, Elmer." Alisa said, as pats him on the shoulder before she leaves. Elmer keeps looking at her bare ass cheeks and tight figure move with confidence in that leotard, as she walks towards the bar. As Alisa walks by the bar, she brings out a twenty dollar bill from her vest pocket, as she approaches the waitress. Who's leaning on the bar, as she loads up the tray with drinks. Alisa walks up to her, puts her hand on the waitress' lower back, as she leans over the woman's shoulder, blocking what she's doing with her body, so that people are focused on her ass, and not what her hand is doing. "Here's your tip." Alisa whispered in the waitress' ear, as her hand sneaks under the waitress' skirt, caresses the woman's round butt cheeks, inside her ass crack, along the thin string in between her ass cheeks, down in between her legs and the crotch piece of the woman's thong, Alisa pushes the underwear to the side. The waitress bites her bottom lip, closing her eyes, as she feels Alisa's fingers pushing the twenty dollar bill in her pussy. Alisa moves her fingers around inside the woman's pussy, trying to feel every warm, moist part of her womanhood. The waitress closes her legs around Alisa's hand, and pushes her ass up against the growing bulge in Alisa's leotard. Alisa's thumb rubs the waitress' clit, jams her fingers in deep enough to find the woman's g-spot. The waitress tries to conceal her pleasure from everyone in the bar, but Alisa's talented fingers causes her to moan, and her leg to come up. Johnny adjust the way he's standing, to hide the bulge in his pants, from the way Alisa is publicly finger fucking the waitress. The dollar bill inside the waitress' pussy becomes soaked in her juices, as Alisa keeps her fingers moving around inside her, while rubbing her clit at the same time. The waitress stops caring about the people watching her, and enjoys the public fingering. Her juices start dripping down her inner thighs, as she grips the bar so hard her knuckles turn white, and she moans like a whore for everyone in the bar to hear. The waitress is moaning and whimpering as her orgasm approaches, then Alisa suddenly pulls her fingers out of her pussy, and leaves the twenty inside her drooling pussy. The waitress looks back at Alisa, begging her to keep going. Alisa licks her fingers clean, as she watches the woman's body trembling at the edge of her orgasm. "Keep it warm for me." Alisa said, with a naughty smile as she walks away, while licking pussy juice off her fingers. The waitress is still leaning on the bar, with her juices running down her legs, as she watches Alisa leave with a beer in her hand. "You ain't changed one bit." Johnny said, as they get to the car. "What do you mean?" Alisa said, as she opens her door and gets in. She reaches over and unlocks Johnny's door. He gets in and closes the door. "You're still into that exhibitionist shit." Johnny said. "Is that a problem?" Alisa said, as she starts the engine and shifts into drive, and drives away from the bar. "Hey, you do whatever you want. I'm just not into it." Johnny said. "Come on Johnny don't tell me you and Aiesha never did any spur of the moment fucking." Alisa said. "Yeah when we first started seein each other, but that's different from the shit you do." Johnny said. "How is it different?" Alisa said, as takes a drink of her beer, and turns at the intersection. "When me and Iesh started datin. We were all over each other, because we were into each other so much." Johnny said, "but we don't that anymore. It's no longer just about the physical attraction, it's somethin deeper than that now." Johnny said. "That's good Johnny, I'm happy for you two. I haven't experienced that sorta thing yet. I probably never will, but for me the physical is the best part. Especially when it's spur of the moment." Alisa said. "Like I said, that's fine for you. I'm not gonna tell you what to do. It's just a very awkward when you do it in front of me." Johnny said. "Sorry about that. I'm a futa, so I have a higher sex drive than most people." Alisa said. "I know and I've always been understandin of that." Johnny said. "I just gotta know. Have you ever been arrested for that?" He said. "Yes I have, but I consider that just part of the territory of being a futa, that lives among normal people." Alisa said. "You never exactly explained the whole futa thing to me." Johnny said. "What do you mean?" Alisa said. "I know you're from the Ukraine. I know what happened to your parents. I know all that shit the russian mob did to you, when you were a kid. I know you moved to the states when you were very young. I know about the work you did in New York, and I know you're not like the average woman. But I don't know the details about futas, and what separates your people from the rest of the human race." Johnny said. Alisa takes a long drink of her beer, and tosses the empty bottle out the window. "It's very complicated and a bit hard to believe." Alisa said. "Trust me, by what I've seen you do. I'll believe anything you tell me. "I'll explain it to you later, right now we have work to do." Alisa said, as she gets off the bridge to Sunnyvale. On the side of the street, on a sidewalk. A pimp is yelling at a hooker, and hitting her, as two Ronin gang members stand guard. The hooker is crying in pain and fear, as he slaps her around. She desperately looks around at all the people walking by, hoping someone will come to her rescue. But nobody seems to notice or even care about the fact that she's getting beaten. When her hope begins to fade, is when she hears the loud roar of a powerful V8 motor approaching. That's when she sees a black car coming fast, straight toward them. She sees an Asian man in a purple shirt, lean out of the passenger side window, with a sub machine gun in his hand. The Ronin bodyguards pull out guns and start shooting at the car, as it slides to the side. Johnny laughs as he fires the P-90, the way the mafia did in the 1920s. The first Ronin takes several rounds in the chest and falls back, as blood explodes from the bullet holes in his body. The other Ronin screams as the car hits her, her pelvis shatters as she's hit by the rear fender, and sent rolling like a rag doll over the trunk of the car. The pimp steps back as he let's go of the hooker, who screams as she runs out of the way. The pimp reaches inside his coat for his pistol, as Alisa steps out of the car. She leaves the door open, as she walks up to him and lands a hard right punch to his face. Alisa grabs the pimp by the collar of his coat, and pulls him towards her. "You like to beat up on women, huh!? Well try beating up on me, you motherfucker!" Alisa said, as slams her forehead into the pimp's nose. He falls back with blood pouring from his broken nose. The pimp groans in pain, as he cups his hand over his nose. He slowly rolls over to his side, and starts getting up. Alisa quickly comes up, and kicks him in the face with her steel toe boot. The pimp groans as he spits out a mouthful of blood and teeth. At this moment, Johnny drags the crippled Ronin over to the pimp, and puts a pistol to her head and splatters her brains all over the sidewalk, for the pimp to see. Then Johnny kicks him in face. Alisa grabs the pimp by his jacket and holds him up as she drives her knee up into his ribs, then slams her elbow into his jaw, and passes him to Johnny. Johnny lands a swift kick to the pimp's torso, that causes severe internal damage to the pimp's body. Then Johnny hits the pimp in the throat, and lands a swift spin kick to his face. The force of the kick causes the pimp to spin around, and slam onto the ground. Alisa walks up to the pimp, as blood runs from every orifice in his face, which include the multiple deep cuts caused by the beating Alisa and Johnny are giving him. She pulls the blood pulp that's left of the pimp, up to his knees and puts her glock to his head. "You're going to be the example of what happens to those who beat women in my city." Alisa said, as she pulls the trigger. With a loud pop from the pistol, the back of the pimp's head explodes with a blast of blood, chunks of skull, and brain matter. Alisa puts the gun back inside her jacket and walks over to the hooker. Who is looking at Alisa with fear, afraid that she's next to be killed. "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you. Elmer told us what happened, and we're here to bring you back to him." Alisa said. "...Well, I guess Elmer is better than getting slapped around every day." The hooker said, as she calms down. "What about the other girls?" The hooker said. "Show us where they are, and we'll go get them." Johnny said. "Okay." The hooker said. Johnny leads the hooker to the car and let's her get in the back, as he gets in the front and closes the door. Alisa walks back to her car, never looking back at the body of the pimp. As blood pools around his body, from the head wound. Tires squeal as the Impala drives away from the crime scene. ************** Next chapter is coming soon. I know Johnny has more of a street fighter style, but I gave him a fighting style similar to Jean Claude Van Damme. It has nothing to do with the fact that he's Asian. Johnny's a badass, and he should have a badass fighting style. If you guys have any comments or ideas, let me know in the review. Thanks for reading.