I walked up onto the boardwalk on a bright summer day, just heading to work. I calmly walked down the boardwalk as several others used it to get where they needed to go in New Jersey in 1928.



Unfortunately for me, I needed to keep a close eye out. "Pay no attention to me, I'm just a simple man that operates a barber shop," I whispered, entering my place of work, wearing a white work shirt and tan pants.



I walked in and shut the door. "Good," I muttered, strolling towards the back.



I made my way back there passing the chairs, mirrors and the rest of my barber supplies. I looked back towards the front door and saw people walking by, but not looking inside my shop.



I opened the door in the back and quickly entered. "So, how are we doing?"



"Good, we have several barrels waiting to sell, sir," a male worker replied, rolling a barrel towards me.



He put it up onto its end and I leaned towards it. I grabbed a cup as he opened the barrel up. I brought the cup down to the barrel and filled it up.



I took a drink. "Yes, a superb taste and always plenty of people willing to break the law. How much do we have that's ready?"



"Come and see," he invited me, strutting back into another room.



I got sight of my ten workers brewing alcohol and loading it into barrels. I looked towards the side and saw at least twenty full barrels.



"Nice, and has anyone asked any questions?"



"No, we've been careful, sir. We still have the federal government agents that are looking for anything suspicious. Luckily none of them have come in here to investigate."



"Good, but make sure we keep this away from them, and on the people willing to pay for it. We could all go to jail for this."



"I understand, sir."



"Sir, someone is here," another worker panted.



"Who?"



"A woman, she is asking for you by name."



I clenched my fists and walked to the door. I shut it and calmly made my way to front where I found a brown-haired woman sitting in one of the barber chairs.



"How do you do?" I pondered, strolling towards her.



"I'm fine, thank you for asking."



"What can I do for you? You do not seem to need a shave."



"No, I certainly don't, sir," she replied, getting up.



I saw her stand at about five foot nine, wearing a brown dress that showed her shoulders. I swallowed and felt myself sweat slightly too.



"I was wondering, that maybe you, Anthony Smith, could help me locate something," she mentioned, walking towards me.



"May I ask, how do you know my name and what are you referring to?"



"Well, how I know you isn't important, but I will tell you is: I need alcohol."



I backed away marginally. "I'm afraid that is illegal. It is against the law to have or consume alcohol, Miss?"



"You can call me, Margaret James. I know it is against the law, Mr. Smith, but I heard from a friend that you may be able to help me locate some."



"Well, you have been misinformed," I answered, coming to her and putting my right hand onto her back.



I shoved her towards the door and opened it.



I pushed her out. "Please don't return here."



She turned around and placed her hands on her hips. "Sir, unless you want me to yell, I suggest you let me back in."



I bit my lip and looked at the hundreds of people walking around. I reluctantly let her back in and shut the door.



"You are not looking to bust me, are you?"



"No, I just need ten barrels so I can sell them in the next town."



"Ten barrels? That's a lot of alcohol, how do you plan to get it all past the government agents?"



"My partners and I have our ways. Now, can we make a deal?"



I looked down towards her breasts and they were they rather big. I felt sweat flow down my body and my heart pumped quite hard too. She walked back towards me and I took in a deep breath.



"I'm afraid not, I prefer to do business with men."



"The government also says that women have the right to vote now, so why not give me a chance?"



"I'm sorry, that's just the way I feel."



"Well, that's too bad," she said, strutting towards the back door. "Maybe I'll have to bust you," she threatened me, pushing open the door.



She looked in there and saw all my workers. After a minute, she closed it and strolled back towards me, as I was shaking ceaselessly.



She put her hands up onto my shoulders and laid a single onto my lips. "Maybe I can convince you to work with a woman."



"I'm not interested, Ms. James," I said, breathing heavily.



She turned around and closed the blinds on the windows and door. She turned back to me and walked towards me again.



"Maybe this will make you want to give me your business," she mentioned, before she took off her dress.



She stood completely naked in front of me, with one hand on her hip and the other rubbed her stomach. I felt my crotch become rather tight and I drooled slightly.



"What do you say?" she inquired, walking towards me.



I swallowed again and began shaking. She stopped in front of me and positioned her hands back onto my shoulders. She put her lips back onto mine and kissed me for a minute.



 Over the duration, her hands dropped onto my pants and unbuttoned them. They immediately fell and she dropped down.



She took off my shoes, socks and pants, while looking at me. "Convinced yet?"



I said and gestured nothing. She immediately pulled my white underwear down and I stepped out of them. She stood up and took off my shirt as well. As we both stood naked, I brought my hands to her lower back and brought her to me.



We made out with each other for a few minutes as she put her hands onto my butt. I felt her breasts on my chest and my member pressed against her stomach. I smiled to some extent, but still feared she'd bust me and my workers.



Then her lips came off mine and she brought me to one of the chairs. "I'd love to appeal to your sexual desire," she mentioned, as she had me sit down on a chair.



I checked out her entire body again and my member felt solid.



I shook my head back and forth. "Your alluring body is too much for me," I mentioned, prior pulling her to me.



She climbed up onto the chair with me and put her hands onto the back of it. "Feel free to rub your face onto my breasts," she offered, before she lowered herself and let my member slip into her vagina.



I leaned my head back and closed my eyes too. She began thrusting herself ever so slowly as her hands went over onto my shoulders. I suddenly found it hard to breathe, but she gave me wonderful pleasure.



"Oh, you are making me feel good, Ms. James, but I can't get involved. I'm running an illegal business here."



"I guess I'll have to work on you for a little while first," she said, before she kissed me.



Her lips came onto mine, but failed to leave right away. Her hands slipped down to my thighs and I felt her breasts press onto my chest. I smiled slightly, prior to opening my eyes back up. My heart seemed to love her, so the chance of a worker finding us didn't discourage me.



Then I pushed her lips off mine. "You are something else, Ms. James."



"I know, I may be a woman, but I still work to get what I want," she made clear, before she leaned up slightly.



Her boobs were right in front of my face and I rubbed my face onto them. "Oh, they feel so good on my face, Ms. James. You are convincing me."



I made her bounce up and down so my pecker slid against her vaginal walls. It moved very easily as her juice kept exiting her vagina. My feet were down on the floor and they tapped it rapidly, as I caressed her greasy butt very slowly.



"You are making me feel good too, Mr. Smith."



I saw her breasts convulse around as she shook her body going back and forth nonstop. Even as it was rather cool in there, I had sweat dripping off my head and I felt to be running out of steam.



I bit my lips as they caught between my teeth. Even as I was getting out of it, she continued to thrust her vagina onto my pecker constantly. It never went limp and she seemed to just want more.



"Thank you so much for letting me have sex with you, sir. You are certainly a well-to-do business man that deserves a good woman," she moaned, as she kept moving.



"And that's you?"



"Maybe, will you let your sperm come up into me?"



I just grinned and leaned my head back. Then she stopped and drifted back towards me. She laid a single kiss on my lips and then kept her eyes on mine.



"Oh, I guess I will," I moaned, closing my eyes.



A few seconds later, I let it all out. I felt a full body orgasm come over me and I let out a deep breath too.



"I guess that means you like me, Mr. Smith," she suggested, bringing her lips to mine.



We made out for a minute as we both calmed down a bit. Luckily, no one came out to see us.



"So, may we do business together?" she pondered.



"I think we can work something out," I replied, out of breath.



We held each other for a few minutes in silence. Then she got off me and put her clothes on. I followed her lead and then showed her the illegal operation.



"Well, thank you, Mr. Smith," she mentioned, handing me money.



"You're welcome. Feel free to come back and buy some more."



"I will," she told me, before she kissed me on the cheek.



She left with her order and with me happier than ever. Although, I didn't hear back from her for a while.



Three months later, she returned to my barber shop as I had no regular customers again. "Hello, Mr. Smith," she said, with her hand on her stomach, while wearing that same dress.



I immediately glanced down there. "Are you pregnant?"



"Yes, and I've come to tell you that you are the father, Mr. Smith," she answered, walking to me.



I felt her stomach and my eyes widened.



"Well, would you like a partner for your business?" she wondered.



My head leaned back and I began grinding my teeth slightly. "We have sex once and you buy from me. Then I don't hear from you for three months, now you wanna be partners?"



"Well, I can bring in a lot of business," she made clear, rubbing my hand. "Having a woman around here may make you look more legitimate too. As you know, I work to get what I want."



"Well, I can't turn you away."



"Is that a 'Yes'?"



I nodded she immediately closed the gap and kissed me. "I love you, Mr. Smith."



"I guess you can call me 'Anthony' now. I love you too, Margaret," I said, as we hugged each other.



Just like that, I had a partner and not too long after that, a wife too. Now we are running both a regular business and an illegal one, as we have a baby boy together.