Gangsters, Money, and Love

Gangsters, Money, and Love part 6

The bitches were now 30 in count, in my mansion living life. I got their cell numbers to start, and then I went on dates with them, brought them back to my house, and after we had sex and dinner, they all called me master, or my love, or magic dick, they worshiped me..
I commanded the bitches to love me and only me. That I love them was true. All as one out of 1000, it makes sense to me- true love this way.
And I am in love with all the bitches as one whole sex unit. It was unbelievable, some of these bitches cooked meals, some of these bitches cleaned. Everyday, we had a huge dinner. We all ate up, me at the head of the table, giving toasts to us. One of the bitches crawled under the dinner table to give me a blowjob while I ate, I tried to make it look like nothing special is happening. As she sucked, I came and my face cringed and cringed, and she continued to suck me dry, I made a funny face because she was sucking so hard, I loved that shit.
After that, I gave my bitches a speech.
"I love you, my ladies, I hope your happiness continues with me forever. You girls are amazing, everything you do- for me, I love you forever. Even now, you're growing as one body, one of you is altogether another one body. Something like Christ is one body to the church, so you are one body with me, all of us are one body. One day, we may have children, and I will be father to 1000s of children. I will marry all of you when everything is ready."
"I have to leave tonight for work. So masturbate yourselves to my pictures if you get too horny."

I went to the coke mansion, did a bunch of coke. My niggas Draco and Uzi were there. "How's the bitches?" "Their cooperative, I buy them shit they like, they're keeping the house clean for their master." Uzi laughed.
"Remember when we were like 16, trying to get laid? Now you got 40 bitches in love with you, living together." Draco laughed. "Lets see How much money we have now?" An accountant came in and said, "you got 4 billion dollars right now."
"Right, hidden in a bank that deals with illegal money, they rinse the shit and give you real cash in exchange. Anyway, if they fuck up, I'm killing all of those motherfucking bankers, or else..." "or else you'll kill their family, Draco said, the regular..."
Uzi said, "now we need to double back on our shit and keep flipping the money." "
Yeah, same shit as before. This some routine shit now, automatic..."
Draco said, "I've been thinking, maybe we should open up another app. One where you can send out assassination hits. The app would put hits with guaranteed cash payments."
"Sounds easy enough."
"We could pave the rest of the world into a new direction, a new path, a new world, where those who are willing to work, would be paid."
So we went back to the app developers. And told them the deal, the app was called murder mania. And hits were put up, so people started to kill each other. A hit was set up, for example a cops photo was put up for assassination. Then someone would kill the cop and take photos of the dead body, and once it was confirmed that this is the correct man for the assassination. A digital payment of 300,000$ went directly to his account. The app came online, and everyone became a murderer.
Deep down, people always wanted to murder someone they hate. They wanted to control their own destiny. To experience everything.
That was a day's work of planning.

I went home to Kitty Kat mansion, and one of my bitches ran to me and hugged me tightly, "master, my pussy is so wet, I was waiting for you for so long, hours, she started to cry tears of joy, ive been masturbating for 3 hours, waiting for you and then she began drooling and rubbing her tits, all the 50 bitches came to present themselves, and they cheered for me and clapped, saying "Master is the greatest, we love master," and how horny they are. I slept with 4 of them that night. I rotated them by 4 per night, my girls. Tomorrow there will be 4 different females.
After that I went alone to a bar, there was a singer there in a black dress. She was fine as fuck. I went up to her and tipped her 100$. I said hey. She said hi back. I told her she's an amazing singer. And if she wants a drink with me. She wanted vodka with coke. She had a cigarette. I had a Cuban cigar. She asked me how much one of these cost. I told her 350$. She wanted a puff, I gave her one. She started hacking and coughing like crazy, saying it's too strong- the cigar. "These are for men." Then she put her hand on my hand. And I knew I was going to get lucky. So I took her home. And as I came home with a new woman, my bitches were cheering and applauding! "Master, woo-hoo, you brought another girl, you are truly a winner! The greatest of all time!" The girl said "tsk, so you have this many girls?" "You want to be one of them?"
"Ok, but only if you're mine in the end."
Her name was Jessie, and she became the leader of my bitches. She naturally had that type of influence over people, so I let her be the boss. That was after we had sex, and we both came multiple times, and fell in love with each other.
I woke up, rang the bell by my bed, and in came my bitches serving me breakfast on a platter. Avocado and bread, eggs, bacon, then she sucked my cock, and bounced on my dick. And that was my morning. I sucked on her little nipples. We did it 69, then another bitch got a turn, then another, now they were on rotation, not stopping until all of them cum...after we were finished, I went to take a piss. The bitches held my dick, aiming the piss into the toilet. "Anything for our master, the royal penis." "the magic staff of the gods, king of the vaginal seas." Another girl said. "We love you." "Oh yes, again rubbing her boobs and drooling because she's too horny, master, I love you. Fondle me." So I did. They cleaned up my dick with soap and water, every 2 hours. So that my dick smells good.
The new app, murder mania. It was a great success, people were dying left and right. Bounties were on everyone's head, the other app, drug dealer was distributing our coke, and it finally hit the US market. The US government was getting assassinated by the murder mania app. Unable to cancel the app because of international laws, all under my control, the US politicians were threatened with death. There was no running from this. Murder mania was sweeping through politics, killing whoever I wanted, whoever stood against me. Like an infection I caused against anyone who tested me. This app shit spread, the whole entire north and south America's were under my control. Coke was already being moved at a super fast pace, along with other drugs.
Now we had to figure out how to get the communist governments on our shit- get them onto our various apps like Murder Mania. We needed them, but did they need us? I called up Kim Jong Un, and asked him straight up, if he needs coke?
He said yes, for himself, and laughed. But in communist countries drugs are forbidden. But he did offer me workers, and wanted to help with drug distribution. We met up, and Kim Jong Un wanted to make more coke factories in Peru. I gave him 20% of the profits. He wanted more, I said once business is booming, I'll give you 40% of everything sold from this factory. He said, deal. Now I was distributing coke with and to communists, making a shitload of money.
Kim Jong Un then introduced me to the Chinese president. The Chinese president shipped this shit into the Chinese streets. Government officials sold drugs, and all the profits went back to the President. And 40% came back to me. I was making 200 ,000,000 a day. China was ours.
This meant these drugs will spread like wildfire throughout Asia. We designed the app around ourselves, my personal gain, and opened murder mania worldwide.
Countries like Vietnam, Georgia, all those eastern countries., even the fucking Saudi King was shot dead.
I became the new rule of law, the new government. I input certain people into the new government positions, as the old politicians were mostly all dead. When we got the president of the US ready for death, we split him in half by horses tugging at his limbs, and ripped him in half. I was the underground king ruling everything.
So I opened up jobs for everyone... and in about a year, now with all this new money, I would gathering a trillion dollars a day, now I was the richest man in all of history. My dream was fulfilled. And I'm only 21 years old.
People called me Alexander the Great, for being so successful, but his kingdom was nothing compared to mine. By next year, I will have 3.5 trillion a day. Then I'll keep flipping that, and then an unlimited resource of money will be mine..
And what should I do with it, the money? My thinking told me to help the poor, which was a surprising thought, because if I do, they will be forever loyal to me.
They'll do anything I say, poor people. Why? Because I was giving them money when they had nothing, when they used sugar water to fill their stomachs, when their children were dying in front of them begging for food. Dying slowly. Death in their eyes. They saw I was the only one helping when they needed it.
I changed their lives. Ending wars where children were hurt. Even all the regular sick kids who suffer... I wanted to help them... it felt like the only thing to do. Is just building a new world.
I had people thinking of the economy in these poor places, and how they could change the economy to something positive, working for me as advisors.