***CHAPTER ONE***
"I don't know what to tell you Pamela... the investment didn't pan out and my company was in danger of going under along with quite a few jobs... people with families... we're completely broke... it was the only option we had..."
"What do you mean it was the only option WE had JIM? So you just decided to take a loan from not only one of the richest men in this city but also one of the most dangerous as well?!?"
Jim nodded and replied with an angry "YEP, I had no choice. We were going to lose the house and the business if I didn't do anything about it..."
Pamela put her hands on her slim but curvy hips in an angry stance. "And just how much did you borrow from Mr. Fisk?"
Jim was dreading answering his beautiful wife. He'd never seen her so upset...
"Five hundred thousand..." he choked out.
Pamela's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. "Five hundred thousand fucking dollars?!?! Are you insane?!? Mr. Fisk has killed people for a lot less! How the hell are you going to pay him back?!?"
Jim just shook his head. "I don't know..."
Jim looked at her. He still had to admire her beauty even with as angry as she was at him. Her blue eyes, D sized breasts, juicy but toned ass, plump lips and slightly curled brunette locks drew him in even now even when she wasnt trying to look sexy. She was wearing her usual yoga pants and red tank top. But over anything else, her loving demeanor is what stole his heart those few years ago.
He hated that he had let her down... he understood why she was so upset. But he had no choice...
Pamela walked up to him and shoved him with as much force as her curvy 5'7" frame possibly could. Her breasts jiggled as she did so underneath her red tank top. "I DON'T KNOW IS NOT AN ANSWER JIM! NOW HOW ARE YOU GOING TO PAY HIM BACK??"
Jim was becoming increasingly upset. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!"
Just as Pamela was about to smack him in the face for the sudden outburst, a solid pair of knocks could be heard at the front door of their rather large home.
Pamela and Jim looked at each other in fear and wonder. They both walked towards the front door with Jim leading the way. He slowly opened the door to reveal Mr. Fisk himself.
The stark white suit he was wearing made him appear even more intimidating than he already was. He stood at 6'7 and was truly immense appearing to weigh somewhere around 500 pounds. Jim felt completely minuscule next to Fisk being 6'1 and 220 pounds.
The smirk Fisk had on his face was absolutely unnerving...
"Well well well Mr. Crawford... do you have my money yet??"
Jim looked at him with terrified eyes. "B...but it's only been a couple of days since you loaned me the money... you couldn't possibly expect me to get you that kind of money in less than a week let alone several..."
Fisk's evil grin grew ear to ear. "Well of course not Mr. Crawford. You should remember to discuss all of the details when making a deal." I'll be generous and give you as long as you need to get me my money."
A slight look of relief painted itself across Jim's face.
Mr. Fisk cracked his knuckles. "However I have some stipulations... Keep in mind, five hundred thousand dollars is mere pocket change to me. You won't be able to just up and sell your house or any valuables to cover the debt, no that would be much too easy... you're going to have to work for it..."
"But I want something more from you than just money as well..."
Jim looked back at his wife. "Well wh-w-hat do y-y-you want??"
Mr. Fisk rubbed his giant hands together. "Well your wife of course."
Jim looked at him and his fear bubbled to the surface. "Y-y-ou want m-m-mmy wife??"
Mr. Fisk nodded. "Yes that's right Mr. Crawford. But only one day a week... to start that is..."
Pamela looked at Jim, then back at Mr. Fisk and shook her head in a negative motion. "No fucking way! I'd never sleep with a monster like you even if it's only one day a week!"
Mr. Fisk's face remained unaltered. "You don't understand, we don't have to have sex. I just find you attractive and I purely want you for some company.
"I'll never do it, there has to be some other way..." Pamela said realizing her options were narrowing.
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice my dear... if you don't agree to my deal I'll put a fucking bullet in Jim's head, you tell anyone about this, I'll put a bullet in his fucking head, if you try to run... I'll put a bullet in his fucking head. Get the picture?"
Pamela nervously shook her head in an agreeable fashion.
"But that's not all I want..."
Pamela looked at him incredulously. "What else could you possibly fucking want?"
"Well for one, you are much too skinny for my liking..."
Pamela looked down at her slight but curvy body, examining it herself. "But I love the way I look... Jim loves the way I look..."
Mr. Fisk lightly chuckled. "Well that's just too bad..."
Pamela didn't like where this was going. "W-what are you going to do?"
"For every week that Jim hasn't fully paid me back, I'm going to make you gain ten pounds of pure fat."
Pamela looked at him with a curious look. "You're going to make me gain ten pounds a week?!?... that's impossible!!... how can you achieve something like that?!?"
Mr. Fisk smirked even more. "I have my ways..."
Pamela looked down at her form once more running her hands up and down its firm curves as if it's the last time she will ever get to see them.
Mr. Fisk added more. "Not only that, but I'm going to change your outlook on life little by little. I'm not going to go into too much detail just yet but you'll find out soon enough."
Jim looked at Mr. Fisk with his fists clenched. "You can't fucking do this!"
"We don't have any choice thanks to YOU!" Pamela said angrily at her husband.
Mr. Fisk laughed wholeheartedly. "Oh but you see!...
I can do this...
and I will do this!..."
Mr. Fisk stretched out his arm and offered his massive hand to Pamela. "And just to show you that I'm completely serious, I'm going to take your wife for the day. Expect to see her tomorrow morning."
With that Pamela took his hand and said one last thing. "Let's just get this over with..." Without even looking back at her husband, exited out the front door and entered Mr. Fisk's limousine.