Trade 20 by Mark James
The next day we placed sell orders. The stock did go to $43 at the opening bell. My 400,000 shares sold at $43 on the average and I suddenly had $17,200,000 in my account.
I thought I had this being a big businessman under control but when I saw that figure pop up on Greg's computer screen I went out like I had been pole axed. I woke up with my head in Bill's lap. I opened my eyes and was staring right in his tear stained face.
"You bastard he said, "You promised you wouldn't do that anymore."
"I smiled, reached up and stroked his tear covered face and said, "I'm sorry, what can I tell you, I'm just a weak, limp-wristed fairy."
He leaned over and kissed me.
"If you guys are through coochy-cooing I have the rest of the figures. But you better stay where you are Sam. If you fainted at $17,200,000 I don't know what you will do when you hear this
I sold out at about $42.15 on the average yielding $46,833,286 on the sale of 1,111,111 shares. My buy-in was at $.90 a share
Bill sold out at an average of $41.50 yielding $83,000,000 on the sale of 2, 000,000 shares. He bought in at an even dollar a share.
The share price has dropped to $32.00 and is still going down.
Sam your share is $61,916,643 for a total of $79,616,643 or $80,000,000 in round figures, maybe $55,000,000 to $60,000,000 after taxes.
Greg suddenly turned white and pointed to me, "Bill, Sam."
Bill turned and looked at me. He told me later that I looked like a gaffed trout trying to get free. I had turned white and had stopped breathing.
Bill said, "Quick pour him a drink before he goes into shock."
He sat me up straight and started lightly slapping my face. I started breathing again and color came back in my face. I swallowed the whisky Greg handed me and started coughing.
"At least he is breathing," Bill said.
Greg said, "I think his problem was that he forgot to breathe. I don't think there was anything wrong with him except shock. The drink didn't work like I thought it would, but having a coughing fit certainly makes him breathe.
"Well, you know these weak, limp-wristed fairies if you give them more than $20.00 for a trick they don't know how to handle it."
Of course I thought that barbed comment was hilarious and I started laughing and couldn't stop.
Bill, said, "I better get a wet wash cloth to clean him up with when he regains his senses."
Greg said, "I didn't know he had any to lose in the first place."
Of course that set me off again.
As they sat there watching me make a fool of myself Bill said, "I actually prefer this as a form of stress relief to having to call 911 and have him hauled off to the hospital."
"Infinitely."
I staggered to my feet, staggered over to Greg kissed him and said, "Eat me cocksucker," and then I turned to Bill, kissed him and said, "Blow me, you bastard."
The next thing I knew they had grabbed me, stripped me, thrown me on the sofa and were taking turns sucking my cock.
Then they stripped down and suddenly we were in a daisy chain sucking cock. Then we shifted partners and went at it again. Until finally we all shot off at almost the same time.
Greg said, "You know as a stress reliever, I actually prefer that method to the laughing fit method."
"Me too," both Bill and I said almost simultaneously.
We just lay on the floor content for a while and then Bill sat up and Greg said, "The stock," and rushed over to the computer.
"What," I said, "What's wrong, I thought we were out of the stock?"
Greg said, "We were and we aren't, we shorted the stock."
"What do you mean, you shorted the stock?"
"We bet it would go down. It's down to 23. The sell off in the stock started as profit taking, now its fear driven. 22. 21. 20. Well we are out now. 19, 18, 19, 20, 21. It looks like all of the shorts covered and it is heading back up."
"What the fuck is going on I asked querulously?"
Greg said, "In the stock market you can bet the market will go up or down. We knew that selling our stock would probably precipitate a profit taking frenzy. Investors keep buying as long as it going up. When it stops going up, the smart money sells and takes their profit; this usually precipitates a selling frenzy among the smaller fish and the stock drops precipitously usually below its fair market value. Before we sold this morning we both shorted the shock with a cover price of $20. When the stock went down to $20 we bought stock to cover our short position, Obviously so did a lot of other short sellers, that is when the stock went to 18 and started coming back up. Its back to 23 I see. It may stay there or go a little higher, but it will not go past 30 and certainly not back to $43."
Bill said, "Sit down and see if you can manage not to faint again."
He looked at Greg and said, "Although you know I do like the way the other episode ended up," and winked.
"What" I said, "did you make more money?"
"Yes, we made an additional $69,000,000 on our original 3,000,000 shares of stock."
"Well that's great," I said, "It looks like I ended up with a lot more money than you guys did and I was going to tell you that I didn't think that was fair and wanted to give you part of the money back."
Bill said, "That is pure unadulterated bullshit. You are the one who got the name of the company. Without that none of us would have made anything.We both made half of the profit generated here amounting to $20,000,000 and more per million dollars invested depending upon the initial investment.You don't owe us anything. This was an almost can't lose investment for us."
Greg said, "I've never taken on a client who paid me $34,000,000 up front to file some tax returns for him and to set up a couple of corporations. As far as I'm concerned you get anything you need from me for the rest of your life."
I said, "But it was your money."
Greg said, "But it was your tip, without it all I would have had was $1,000,000 but now I have $35,000,000. You didn't have to let me participate. Bill was perfectly capable of placing the order himself.
Bill chimed in again with "As for the short sale, without the information Nate gave you we wouldn't have shorted the stock, so rightfully you just earned another $34,500,000 as your half of the short sale."
Bill grabbed my shoulders and Greg started lightly slapping my face as Bill said, "Don't do that, damn it, every time you faint you cut 10 years off of my life. Here drink this."
So I shook my head and drank the whiskey and got up and walked around.
"But $114,500,000?"
"Think of it as $57,000,000 because that is what it would be if Uncle Sam and the state of Texas got what they think they should get. Because of inflation since 1950 that $57,000,000 is about equal to what a million dollars was worth in 1950. Think of it as making a million dollars if that is easier to handle."
"Thanks, I know it is silly, but thinking about it that way actually helps."
Nate also told me some other things. Let me tell you what he said then you can tell me what you think.
Nate said, "The whole U. S. economic system is on the verge of collapse. When it goes the dollar is going to be practically worthless. Inflation is going to ravage anybody holding dollars. Whatever money you have I suggest you buy gold and silver, not gold or silver stocks or gold or silver deposit certificates, I suggest you take delivery of the actual goal or silver in another country. Don't hold your savings in American dollars or keep gold or silver in this country. Eventually, as I said the dollar will be lose a tremendous amount of it's value and the government, at some point will make you sell your gold of silver back to them at a loss.
It might be profitable to invest in currency trading funds where you can in essence bet that the dollar will decline, but I would still keep most of my money in gold and silver. Gold closed today at around $1,750 and silver at $33. In an economic collapse gold could go to 10,000+ and silver to $100 +, that could return you 500 % on gold and 300 % on silver compared to an 80 % loss if you hold dollars.
Frankly I am not sure where your money would be safe. Half the countries in Europe are about to go bankrupt. The Euro will go the way of the dinosaur. Nobody will be loaning the U. S. money by buying our treasury bills. The collapse of the Euro will trigger the economic collapse in this country and probably the whole world. It is only days or months away.
On top of that it is only a matter of time before Islamic terrorists blow up one or more U. S. or other country's cities using satchel atomic bombs which they will smuggle into the country. This may trigger the largest use of atomic weapons the world has ever seen in retaliation. In any event the U. S. will not be a good place to live. You can expect economic collapse, 60 % unemployment, rioting in the streets, food shortages, starvation, and martial law and maybe civil war, but it won't be the country you grew up in.
The safest places in the world physically and economically may be Brazil, Argentina or Chile. I would bet on Rio de Janeiro as a place to live and spread my assets around in various banks in Brazil, Argentina or Chile, or in the ground. In fact that is exactly what I have done with mine."
Greg looked very solemn and said, "I am afraid he is right. I never gave the atomic bomb scenario more than a passing thought, because I couldn't personally do anything about it. I have given thought, but not seriously, to moving out of the country. Hearing what he said as a package and knowing that he personally is moving out of the country and that he has transferred all of his assets offshore means I've got to seriously consider it for me and my clients.
Bill said, "I agree with what Nate said. Greg knows I have been moving assets overseas for the past few years. He is right about South America. If the scenario he has put forth becomes reality, South America will be the most likely to survive. No other country has any reason to bomb Brazil, Argentina or Chile. The problem is all of these countries are very insular and if the world goes up in flames they will just shut their borders. If someone hasn't established a presence in the area prior to Armageddon they will likely be barred. It probably would not hurt to have a Brazilian passport or Argentinean passport. What is more important is to have established contacts within the government, armed forces, and banking and intelligence communities for those countries. Translated that means having bribed enough people so that you can be sure of a welcome when you go visiting."
"Jesus Christ, I was hoping you would say it was all nonsense. I feel like a little boy listening to my parents talk. I feel really stupid."
"If Nate's timetable is correct I feel stupid too," Bill said. "He said days or months and I have had years and have essentially done very little. I have really been operating on Mexican time-`Manana.'"
Greg said, "As I said, I wasn't planning on leaving the country but I have established contacts within the Brazilian and Argentinean banking communities and have transferred hundreds of millions of dollars into those countries. What I haven't done is to buy gold or silver in large quantities and stored it on site in a foreign country. Safety deposit boxes, yes; trunks in the basement, yes, but not in the amounts we are discussing. The problem with possessing gold and silver is that it can be taken, either stolen or confiscated. This is even more of a problem in a foreign country. Getting your money out of the country and converted to a foreign currency can be done, but that too can be confiscated. Sam, do you think Nate would be willing to talk to me about how to place your money?"
"I can only ask," I said.
So I called Nate and he had no problem talking to Greg, in fact, he was glad to see that I taken his advice seriously.
Greg wandered off into another room talking away to Nate at a mile a minute.
Bill said, "How would you like to take a trip to Rio de Janeiro?"
"I don't know, I would have to cancel out on a bunch of clients?"
He looked at me like he couldn't believe what I just said.
"What?" I asked quizzically.
"Randy, Sam, whoever you are going to be, you don't have to do that anymore."
I looked at him stupidly for a moment and then said, "You're right, I don't. Except tonight, I'm having dinner with Prince Ali."
"Well, I wasn't leaving tonight. How about we leave on Sunday, that's 4 days from now?"
"Sounds good to me."
"You ready for lunch?"
"Jesus, where did the morning go?
"You spent most of it in Never-never land from what I remember."
"You're never gonna let that go are you?"
He looked at me, smiled and said, "No."
"Cocksucker."
"I hope so." he said.
I smiled; we scooped up Greg and went to lunch.
After lunch, I said, "Somehow it doesn't feel right that I just wander off and you' all spend all your time trying to conserve our assets, which I wouldn't even have if not for the both of you."
Bill said, "Let's not go over all that again, please. I'm trying to protect my own assets which are closer to $500,000,000 than $100,000,000 and as Greg pointed all you have already allowed him to profit by $34,000,000 which means he will do whatever he can to protect your assets and I will bet he is trying to protect his own assets which I expect are in the $50,000,000 range now. You did your part and got us a probable timetable for events, a safe place to relocate and put a burr under our saddles to get us to do something now. We think we know what to do and how and you don't, so just go fuck the Price and let us get to work. Maybe he will give you an oil field or a gold mine in South America. The Saudi royal family has more money than God."
From his mouth to God's ears it turned out but not the way he thought.
Prince Ali was randy as hell and all ready to get fucked. He had really bought into being a bottom and loved it.
I sat on the sofa and he did a sort of half strip tease for me, where he just stripped off his trousers and shorts. Then he did one of those flying slides on the floor and slid between my legs.
He pushed me back on the sofa and the mouthed my hard cock through my trousers as he used his hands to unzip my trousers so he could pull out my cock.
He went down on me and sucked my cock for a while and then he said, "Fuck me."
He got up, lay on his stomach on the sofa and spread stuck his ass up in the air.
I climbed over the end of the sofa and said, "So you want me to fuck your ass eh?"
"Yeah man, fuck my ass.
I slid on a condom and lubed up my cock.
It was awkward at the least. I was fully clothed and so was he except for his pants, but it was his fantasy, sort of a rough partial rape.
There was no foreplay; my cock was in his asshole and then all the way up his ass.
"Oh."
Stroke
"Oh,"
Stroke
"Oh."
This went on for a while.
"You like getting your ass fucked?"
"Oh yeah."
"Oh, yeah man, harder, faster, Oh, Oh, oh yeah."
"You like that dick."
"Yeah man, fuck me; come on you can do better than that."
So I hooked my feet over the arm of the sofa, held myself up by pressing on his back and power fucked his ass.
"Oh God yes, that's it, make it hurt, Oh yeah."
He laughed and said, "Oh yeah man, right there. Hard, yeah right there man, fuck me, oh yeah."
I had to stop, pull out and reposition myself.
"You want more man."
Oh yeah, fuck me some more, ow, that really hurt, do it again, oh yeah oh, oh, oh, harder, oh fuck yeah."
I fucked and fucked and he kept moving his body toward the end of it. I pushed him off of the end of the sofa onto the floor on his knees which pulled me out of his ass.
I knelt behind him and asked, "What do you want?"
"Your cock man; please give me your cock, fuck me, fuck my ass with your big cock."
It was a repeat of what we had done on the sofa. There was no foreplay; my cock was in his asshole and then all the way up his ass.
"Oh."
Stroke
"Oh,"
Stroke
"Oh."
Again this went on for a while.
Then I pulled out of his butt, took off my pants, lay back on the sofa and said, "Ride my cock man, impale your ass on my dick and ride me like a cowboy."
He got up, took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, turned around and sat down on my cock. He was in control of the motion, he went slow and then medium and then fast, moaning and groaning as he slid onto my cock in just the right place to maximize the sensations of being fucked as he massaged his prostate against my cock head.
"Oh fucking yeah, I love it."
Then he collapsed backward and lay against the back of the sofa as I flexed my hips up and down, thus sliding my cock slowly in and out of his ass.
"Oh, that feels so good."
Then he got up, mounted me facing me and rode my dick for a while.
"Fuck man, yeah, oh yes."
He rose up his ass and said, "Fuck me, push you cock in and out of my ass. Oh yeah, just like that, oh fuck, oh shit, harder man, hurt me."
This seemed to be the night for repositioning. He lay on his shoulders with his legs spread and his ass in the air at the place where the sofa arm met the back of the sofa and then I sat on the sofa arm between him and it and slid my cock in his ass. He rocked back and forth on his shoulders and used the motion to fuck his ass on my cock.
He did that for a while and the said, "Fuck me."
I slid my cock back and forth in his ass.
"Fucking yeah man."
I pushed in all the way and pulled completely out, then repeated the motion again and again.
"Oh yeah man that's the way."
"Spread your cheeks."
In and out.
"Oh fuck yeah."
In and out.
"Let me hold my ass open. In and out, fuck me faster, oh yeah, in and out, God I love you dick. Fuck me"
Suddenly he said, "Let me rim you man, let me eat your ass."
He slid back on the sofa and I mounted his chest facing his feet and he attacked my asshole like a starving man. His tongue was like a living thing, around and around my asshole, in my asshole, licking the crack of my ass and then back to my asshole, licking and sucking.
He was insatiable spending at least 20 minutes rimming me.
Finally I had to say, "If you don't stop, I'm gonna shoot."
"Don't you dare waste it," He said. "Turn around."
So I positioned myself at his face an with a couple of strokes I dropped my load in his open mouth
He took in all and savored the taste as he swallowed it down. Then I just slid my cock in his mouth and he sucked on it until it softened and then he licked off all of the residual cum.
I leaned over his boy, took his hand off of his cock and sucked on it the short time it took for him to reach orgasm and swallowed his load.
We just lay on the sofa, sated, and stroked each others body for 10 minutes and then got up, took a shower and got dressed.
Then we ate dinner.
One of the subjects that came up during dinner was world economics. At one point I told him that I was thinking about moving to Rio de Janeiro and transferring all of my assets there. He agreed with the assessment that the U. S. was likely to become an economic basket case and that moving was probably a smart move.
Ali rang his bell to summon his servant Aarib to bring dessert, but he had not shown up. Ali was perturbed and started to get up.
I sprang up and said, "I will go check."
I headed for the pantry door.
I opened the door and started to call Aarib's name when I was attacked by two masked men wielding scimitars. Before I knew what was going on one of them had sliced open my left arm.
I yelled, "Ali," to alert him to the danger but had no opportunity to see what he did.
One man engaged me and the other went after Ali. He attacked me like a street brawler. My wound wasn't incapacitating, but it did hurt like hell and there was lots of blood. He didn't stand a chance. I broke his knife arm, smashed his knee and broke his neck. It would probably have turned out different if the guy had been a trained soldier but from his martial arts skill level it was obvious that he was just a fanatic and was counting entirely on surprise. Thank God I had kept up on my martial arts training
I turned around and saw Ali fending off his assailant with a chair. Neither obviously had any martial arts skills, but it was also apparent that with a knife versus a chair Ali was going to lose. I let out a tremendous yell and ran at Ali's attacker. He turned toward me and took the pressure off of Ali. I slid on the floor in a move that I had practiced for years and broke his leg at the knee with my foot and threw him to the floor. Although the pain must have been intense he still tried to stab me with the knife. I fended it off and killed him with a chop to the neck.
I grabbed my arm and put pressure on it to stop the bleeding as I said, "What the fuck is going on Ali, these guys tried to kill us?"
"Assassination attempt."
He ran to the door, opened it and saw the 2 guards dead on the floor ran to the pantry and found his servant's body. He used the phone and dialed a few numbers with no answer.
"Cell phone." He said
He looked at his and I looked at mine, both said no signal.
"That's not possible in the middle of Houston. The signal is being blocked. How is your arm?"
"If I don't put a tourniquet on it I may bleed to death."
He took off his belt and said," Tell me what to do."
I did and in a few minutes the bleeding stopped.
"We have got to get out of here."
"Why not call security."
"I don't know who to trust and I suspect everybody in the consulate is dead."
I sat down on a chair and said, "I think I am going into shock."
"You can't or we will die. Lie down here for a few minutes, put your legs up. Let me think."
He walked over to the wall and started pushing at the wall and objects on the wall.
"What are you doing?"
"I've never used it and I never heard of anyone else using it, but there is supposed to be a concealed escape tunnel leading from behind this wall."
5 minutes later there was a click and the wall opened.
"Can you walk?"
"I think so, but I don't know how far."
"About a quarter of a mile, I think. Come on."
We walked into the tunnel and slowly walked down it. Every 300 feet he pressed on the wall and a steel door came down from the ceiling and blocked the passage. We heard the sound of an explosion behind us.
"There isn't going to be any pursuit."
The tunnel ended at a blank wall. Ali pushed on the wall and the wall slid sideways. A stairwell was right in front of us. Ali tried his cell phone. Obviously it worked because he was chatting away with someone in what I guess was Arabic.
I leaned against the wall, slid down it and passed out.