It wasn’t long after John died that he was able to get his hands on his parent’s fortune. You see, John was the son of a real estate tycoon. He had never worked an honest day’s work in his life. He lived off of his daddy’s fortune and spent his days indulging his vices. The main one being prostitutes. He drank whiskey by the bottle, fucked multiple hookers a day, and chewed Viagra like candy he got out of a Pez dispenser. He was used to getting what he wanted, if it was the fancy new sports car, or thousands in cash for him to spend as he seen fit.
But it was never his money. It always came from Daddy. He always got a disrespecting look whenever he entered his parent’s company business office. Everyone from the front door security guard to the janitor knew who John was and how he spent his days. And they knew if he was in the office he was there looking for more money. This really ate away at him and now with his parents being dead he was finally in a position to do something about it.
He wanted to start his own business empire with his new found fortune and finally make something of his life. He wanted to combine his passion for something he loved into a business empire and make money at the same time he was having fun. There was only one thing John loved. That was prostitutes. He wanted to start the biggest escort service in all of the United States and sit back and watch the money roll in. Now that his parents were dead from a tragic plane crash, all the pieces were falling into place. He no longer had to be disrespected by the lowly peons at his daddy’s office building. He was going to show them all.
There was only one thing standing in his way. That was the other lords running the prostitute game in New York. The city was divided up into territories and he was going to have to take them over one by one. To do this, he was going to need lots of money, which he now had, and lots of muscle. Each of the current 3 gangs had a different leader and a different gimmick.
The smallest upstart was called the Indians. All their hookers dressed in traditional Native American attire. Their leader was Chief Baseball Cock. Named so because of the size of his cock, and because the baseball bat was his weapon of choice. He was a true blood Apache and had murdered many people in his rise to power in the Indians.
The second gang who had control of the Bronx and the ghetto was called the Backstreet Thugs. Their leader, Tyrone Biggums, was a ruthless man who started out as a member of the crips and worked his way to the top, before branching off to start his own gang. He had a monopoly on all the black hookers in New York. If you wanted to fuck a black chick in that city, a portion of your money would be going to Tyrone.
