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The Boss the Beginning	By : FantasyWriter1 Category: +S through Z > Saints Row 2 Views: 17482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to Saints Row or any of the characters. I am not making any money or profit from this. This story is just for fun, and fantasy.

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Alisa wakes up on the bed bug infested mattress, that lays in the corner of the runner down small studio apartment. That she's currently living in, after she busted into that courtroom, and broke Johnny out of police custody. Alisa didn't get much sleep last night, since all she did was scratch herself every time she got bit by the bed bugs. Thinking to herself, that the hospital bed she woke up in back in prison. Was more comfortable than the poor excuse for a mattress that she's currently laying on.
"Aww fuck, these fucking bugs!" I gotta get a new bed, after I do something about this piece of shit apartment." Alisa said, with a light russian accent, as she gets up off the mattress.
Usually she sleeps naked, but there's no way she's going to be naked in a bed full of bugs. God knows what orifices the little basterds might crawl into. So she slept in the clothes she had on yesterday. Which are a pair of torn, faded black jeans, she got at Sloppy Seconds. A pair of cheap , black running shoes, worn out dark purple tank top, and a pair of black fingerless gloves. The jeans feel a size too small on her curvy hips and long, toned legs. Which also made her cock feel uncomfortably squeezed into the crotch of the jeans. And the top must be for someone with a smaller frame than her. Because the top feels uncomfortable tight on her body, and barely manage to contain her huge, round, firm, perky, teardrop shaped 32H tits. The top was probably owned by some bitch with really small tits, because it looks really stretched out on her body. Especially around her tits, which stretch the front out so much, that it acts like a pushup bra. Which Alisa does like, because it makes her cleavage look really great, and causes a risky amount of side boob to show. That's the only thing about the top that's sexy enough for her taste, if only it wasn't so fucking uncomfortable to wear. The bottom half of the shirt is way too tight around her waist.
Being as resourceful as she is, Alisa goes over to the old, broken down recliner in front of busted TV, where she threw her black, leather jacket on. She digs in the side pocket, and pulls out a stelleto switchblade knife. The blade flips out, when she pushes the button on the side of the hilt. Alisa stretches the front of her top out, pokes the blade through the center of the shirt and cuts the very thin fabric all the way down to the end. Then she grabs the loose hanging fabric and starts cutting it, as she rips it from her side, around her back, and back around to the other side, where she cuts the last thread holding it together. She tosses the torn piece of fabric away, sighs in relief when she's finally able to get a decent breath. With the tank top now reduced to a dark purple rough around the edges, stretched out, very thin cotton pushup bra, that shows a lot of side bood and now under boob, as well as a mouth watering amount of cleavage. Really bringing out that sexy, don't give a shit, edgy, goth look she likes. To go along with the dark purple, short layered bob hair style she has. Now all she needs is better looking bottoms and shoes to complete the look she likes so much. But with only a few bucks to her name, she's going to have settle for what she's got, for now.
Alisa flods the knife closed, and grabs her jacket from the recliner and puts it on. She puts the knife back in the side pocket. Alisa picks up the Glock 19 that she got off a dead prison guard the other day. She checks the magazine and racks the slide, and stuffs in the waistband of her jeans. She walks to the front door and opens it and walks out into the noises of Stillwater. She closes the door and locks it. The sounds of distant gunfire, police sirens, and passing cars. Is music to Alisa's ears, after two years of being in a coma. It's good to hear the sounds of her beloved city of Stillwater, even if it's not her hometown. Which is something she likes, because the crime infested streets of Stillwater. Are like Disneyland compared to where she's from. Even the neighborhood she's in, Sunnyvale is better than the neighborhood she was raised in. The infamous neighborhood in New York called, Hell's Kitchen. Is better than where she came from. And she lived there for years, working as a freelancer for the different crews around New York, New Jersey, Philadelphia and Boston, sometimes she'd work in Chicago. Among the many things she did. Before she moved to Stillwater and joined the 3rd Street Saints back when Julius was running things. Back when she was just an enforcer for the gang, that didn't talk other than a few words when the occasion called for it. Back then she kept her mouth shut, and did as she was told. Not ever voicing her opinion on Julius, always questioning in her mind, about the way he did things. Especially after she heard the truth from Benjamin King, the leader of the Vice Kings. When he told her the truth about Julius, and about how he's not what seems to be. Ever since then, she didn't trust Julius. She always expected him to betray her at some point in time. She thought she could trust Troy and Dex, but Dex turned out to be a fucking sellout, and Troy was an undercover cop the entire time. If she ever sees Julius again, the last thing he's going to see is before she blows his brains out. Is the anger and hatred in her eyes. Same goes for Troy, that fucking rat is lower than Julius. What Julius did was expected, because that's the life. It's hard to find people you can trust in the life of a gangster. Troy on the other hand is a fucking rat, and all rats deserve to die and burn in hell. All her life she's lived by one code, "Never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut." That's why her and Johnny always got along, because they're basically the same way. In fact, Johnny is the only one who knows about her life before the Saints. Now there aren't a lot people that she trust, but Johnny has proven his loyalty more than once. Johnny doesn't bullshit around either, he's a straight up guy who as crazy as she is. And she's glad to have him back as her right hand man.
Alisa walks up the steps of her apartment, and around to her driveway. Where her black four door 67 Chevy Impala sits. The first car she jacked when she broke out of prison with that kid Carlos. The car needed some work done to get it back to its original beauty, but it runs like a champ. She opens the door and slides in behind the steering wheel, adjust herself on the worn out, baige leather bench seat. She puts the key in the ignition, mounted in the dash, next to the radio. She turns the key, and the 327 V8 motor comes to life. She smiles as she revs the motor, clearing out any excess fuel in the four barrel carburetor. The last time she looked under the hood, she noticed it had a Holley four barrel carburetor. She remembers the mental note she gave herself, about getting an Edlebrock carburetor. She never liked the way Holley carburetors run, every automobile or motorcycle she's owned she always had a Edlebrock products to improve their performance. Alisa turns on the radio and pushes the cassette tape in the old cassette playing radio. Her feet start tapping the floor to beat, when "Enter the Sandman" comes on. She grips the automatic column shifter, and drops it in drive and peels out of her driveway and down the street. The motor could use a tune up, she thinks to herself when she hears the way it misses, but it still runs pretty good. Someone on the sidewalk yells out something about her driving, as she takes the corner a little too fast. Alisa rolls the window down, and flips whoever yelled at her off, as she continues on down the street. She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a cigarette and lights it. She blows smoke out of the rolled down window. She drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the door, with her cigarette between her lips as she speeds her way around cars. Occasionally taking a drag, taking the cigarette out of her lips and flicking the ashes out of the window and putting it back in between her lips. Alisa bounces in the seat as the car gets to the bridge and jumps a little as it hits a bump in the road. When she comes to the top of slope of the bridge. The car jumps over the top and lands on all fours. Alisa turns the music up, then accelerates and whips around some more cars. Few who honk at her for cutting them off. Alisa keeps going like she doesn't care about the other drivers on the road, which she doesn't. Never looks down at the speedometer, which reads hundred miles an hour. She quickly comes to the other end of the bridge and squeals the tires as she passes in between two cars, then roars on down the slope. The street light up ahead is red, but she couldn't care less about the laws of the road. She slows down just enough to and quickly passes in between a delivery van and a cop car. Alisa drifts the turn, and flips off the cop as she passes him. The cop turns on his lights and siren, and tries to go after her. But she drifts around traffic, and traps the cop behind a line of passing cars. Alisa glances down at her pants and shoes, and decides to get a better pair of shoes and pants. Even if she has to rob the store, she's going to get some better clothes. Alisa flicks the cigarette butt out of the window and quickly turns down the street that goes to the mall. With the tires squealing the whole way, as she takes another turn. She slams on the brakes and whips the car around, and goes down to the parking garage. She drifts around each corner, drives into the mall. She honks the horn to warn people as she drives by them. She whips the car around again, and powers up a stairway. The car jumps a little when it gets to the top of the stairs. Then the car screeches to a stop, in front of the Leather and Lace store. Alisa gets out of the car, and walks into the store like she owns the place. Alisa picks out a pair of black latex leggings, and a pair of black stelleto heel goth style steel toe boots. Then she goes around the store, grabbing articles of clothing off the hangers and shelves. The store clerk watches her like a hawk, as she goes around the store. Finally Alisa comes to checkout counter, puts the pile of clothes on the counter. "Are you going to pay for all this, now?" The clerk dressed up like a stripper said, with a rude tone of voice. Alisa narrows her eyes at the clerk, and reaches down where the clerk can't see her hand. Suddenly Alisa brings out the gun, and points it at the clerk's head. The clerk's eyes get wide when she looks at the gun, that's being pointed at her head, with the muzzle kind of turned to the side. "No I'm not now empty the fucking cash drawer!" Alisa said. The clerk nods her head and opens the cash register. As she starts emptying money into a shopping bag. Alisa looks away for a second to see if any security guards are coming. With her attention turned away, the clerk starts reaching for the alarm button. Alisa looks back at the clerk and sees what's she's trying to do. Alisa quickly whacks the clerk in the mouth with the gun. The clerk cries out, as blood starts dripping from a busted lip. "You bitch! Did I tell you to sound the alarm!? Now, hurry up and put the money on the bag before I splatter that shit you call a brain all over the fucking wall!" Alisa said. "Okay I'm sorry. Please don't kill me." The clerk sobbed as blood runs down her chin. Alisa takes the liberty of looking down the clerk's lacey bra. Alisa's cock twitches as she looks at the way the woman's tits look in the bra, and how she can see the woman's nipples through the sheer fabric. Alisa adjusts her stance when her cock starts to grow inside the uncomfortable jeans. "How much do you wanna live?" Alisa said, as keeps her gun pointed at the clerk. "What?" The clerk said, with a confused fearful look. "You heard me." Alisa said. "Very much miss." The clerk said, as she finished putting the money on the bag. "And I'll bet you're willing to do anything to stop me from putting a bullet through your head?" Alisa said, with a devious smirk. "Yes, anything you want. Just don't kill me." The clerk said. Alisa narrows her eyes at the clerk again. "Don't tell me what to do. I tell you what to do, you got it!?" Alisa said. "Yes ma'am." The clerk said. "Good, now get over here and start sucking my cock." Alisa said, with the gun aimed at the terrified woman's head. "What!?" The clerk said, as tears stream down her face, as looks at Alisa with confusion. "You heard me, I didn't stutter. Get your skinny little ass over here and suck my cock." Alisa said. The woman comes around the counter, as Alisa unbuttons her jeans. Alisa pulls the zipper down, and peels the jeans off her hip and ass. The clerk's eyes go wide when she sees a semi erect cock pop out once the jeans are pulled down far enough. "You're a tranny?" The clerk said. Alisa suddenly grabs the woman by her hair and forces her down on her knees. Alisa puts the gun muzzle to the woman's mouth. "No I'm a fucking futa or dickgirl. All woman, with a nice big cock. Actually probably more woman than you. Now start sucking, and you better be good or you're dead." Alisa said. The woman starts licking the soft shaft, all the way down to the head. Then she takes it into her mouth. Alisa gasps as the clerk starts sucking on the head of her cock. Alisa's cock twitches when the clerk cups her tongue around the head and starts moving her head up and down. It's been two years since Alisa last blow job, so it doesn't take much to get her cock hard. It quickly twitches up to a full erection. The clerk squeals as she feels the cock expanding in her mouth. The clerk's jaw pops when Alisa's cock gets thicker inside her mouth. Alisa pulls her 15 inch long, 5 inches thick cock out of the clerk's mouth. "I'm going to have make this fast. I'm sure the cops are headed here right now." Alisa said. Alisa sets the gun on the counter and grabs the clerk's head. Alisa pushes the clerk back against the counter, and shoves her cock in the woman's mouth. The clerk's neck changes shape as Alisa's cock moves down her throat. Alisa reaches across the counter and grabs the other end, and starts fucking the woman's face. The clerk is sitting on the floor, with her legs spread open as she takes the rough throat fucking. Alisa's ass cheeks ripple as she thrusts into the woman's warm, tight throat. Her tits bounce up and down, but they manage to stay inside her revealing top. Spit and precum drools from the woman's mouth and runs down her chin and dangles there until it drips down on her chest, and oozes down her tits. Outside the store, people have gathered around and start taking pictures of the exhibition with their phones, others film the show so they can put it all on social media. Alisa looks back at the crowd then down at the clerk, as she pulls her cock out of the clerk'a stretched out mouth. The clerk looks up at Alisa with lustful eyes. "Looks like we got an audience. We better give them a good show." Alisa said, as she holds her cock in front of the woman's face. Who is willingly opening her mouth and whimpering to have her throat filled with Alisa's delicious cock again. "Ooooh, I think somebody is enjoying being my little bitch." Alisa said, as teases the clerk by slapping her across the face with her cock. Alisa looks at the people who are watching them. "Look at how this slut begs for my cock. That's proof that nobody can resist a futa's cock." Alisa said, then she shoves her cock back down the woman's throat. Alisa holds her cock deep inside the woman's throat, as she turns so the crowd can get better shots of the two. Alisa holds the woman's head, as she fucks her face. Alisa moans and whimpers as her cock slides in and out of the clerk's tight throat. Mascara filled tears stream down the woman's face, and mix with the spit and precum that runs down her face. The woman squirms around underneath Alisa, as her pussy gushes through her lacey panties, and forms a small puddle of pussy juice on the floor in between Alisa's feet. Alisa is enjoying throat fucking the clerk, but she wishes there was a cock to fuck her own pussy. Which is dripping with arousal, down her inner thighs. Alisa's asshole is also pulsing for attention. Alisa wants to shove something up her ass and pussy so bad, that her knees are shaking with arousal. Unfortunately her hands are full of the clerk's head, as she keeps plowing her throat. The arousal in her pussy and asshole, is getting so intense that finds the pressure building up in her inner testicles. Pretty soon Alisa is pushing her cock all the way down the bottom of the clerk's throat and whimpers loudly. As cum erupts from her cock, and floods the clerk's stomach with thick loads of intoxicating, hot, creamy, futa cum. In the middle of Alisa's orgasm, her pussy starts squirting and covering the clerk's body in a layer of pussy juice. Then like a dominoe effect, Alisa's asshole spasms and sends her into a screaming frenzy of three different type of orgasms at once. When Alisa let's go of the clerk's head, the pressure of her cock orgasm, pushes the clerk's body back until Alisa's cock pops out of her mouth and starts covering the woman's body in thick layers of cum, as she lays on floor, and happily let's herself be baptized in Alisa's cum. The clerk starts using her hands to rub cum on every inch of her body. Camera phones are rolling, as Alisa holds onto her dick. As it jerks and convulses like it had a life of its own, every time she ejaculates. Alisa's hips also seem to have a mind of their own, as they thrust forward every time her cock cums. Alisa's jeans start to stick to her skin, as they get soaked in her juices. Alisa whimpers as her spurting cock starts to lose pressure, and squirts a drop of cum that doesn't go very far. Alisa is finally able to get control of herself again. As the pressure in her testicles finally goes down, leaving only a steady stream of cum running down the sides of her fully erect cock, like a lava flow of sperm, as it stands up from her hips, despite its obvious weight. "It's going to be a while until this finally stops completely. I guess cum builds up when you're in a coma for two years, haha." Alisa said, to the crowd as she sits down on a shoe changing chair and starts removing her cheap thrift store shoes. Then starts peeling the pussy juice soaked jeans down her legs. Alisa stands up and walks over to the counter, where the money, gun, and new set of clothes are. Alisa moans a little as her cock keeps leaking cum, like a broken faucet. But after all these years of being a futa, she's use to the amazing aftershocks of her orgasms. Even if it's her first orgasm in two years, and they're a little more intense than usual. Not wanting to ruin her new black latex leggings. Alisa grabs the boots and slips them on, and zips them up. She looks in a mirror and likes the way the boots come up to her knees. Grabs the money, and stuffs the rest of the clothes in the bag, then she picks up the gun. Alisa kneels down next to the clerk. "Thanks for the curing my blue balls problem. You were pretty good, I might have to come back and seal the deal if you know what I mean." Alisa said, to the clerk and stands up and walks away. Leaving the clerk covered in cum, and futa cum churning inside her stomach. Alisa smiles as she knows the effect a futa's cum on the human body. Cameras are still filming her, as she starts making her way to the exit. When she exits the store, she stops and looks at the crowd. With a fully erect cock, that's still oozing cum, her shaved wet pussy showing, her inner thighs glistening with her juices, ass completely exposed, and her barely covered tits pushed out with pride. "This is the new Boss of the 3rd Street Saints. From now on this shit goes down the way I see fit." Alisa said to the cameras. Then she gets back in her car, starts it up and whips the rear end of the car around and takes off back down the stairs. ************** Next chapter is coming soon. As some of my readers know, I deleted the previous story. I didn't like the way it was going. It started out the way I wanted, but somehow turned into something I didn't like. I plan to keep this one on track, I won't delete this one. I also plan to start the previous one again, with the same style of this one. If you guys have any ideas, let me know in the review. Thanks for reading.
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