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Chapter 54 Live Nude Girls
“You hiring any dancers,” asked Stacy speaking to the heavyset man too engrossed in his racing form to look up?
She was standing at the entrance to the Oasis leaning against the door jam one hip stuck provocatively outward. The door guard was dressed identically to the surveillance photos Portia had shown her: well-worn jeans, a black tee shirt with Security stenciled in white and black boots with a chain across the instep. With his shaved head and stache beard he looked more menacing than he was.
He was seated at a small table his attention focused on a racing forum. He had just circled the name of a horse named Manny’s Mercury in the fifth race at Aqueduct.
Stacy was standing just inside the converted storefront that served as the entrance to the Oasis. The city of New York classified the Oasis as an adult entertainment establishment. Live Nude Girls was spelled out in three feet high neon letters across the storefront along with Open 24 Hours and Private Peep Booths. A smaller sign announced XXX Films and a Video Arcade.
“That’s what it says,” said the man not looking up as he pointed to the small hand lettered sign in the bottom corner of the window reading Dancers Wanted. If he had he would have seen a striking tall redhead dressed in a white tank top that clearly showed her pierced nipples, tight ultra short black spandex skirt and four-inch strappy scandals. Stacy’s exposed navel was adorned with a cubic zirconium piercing and surrounded by a tattoo. A barbwire tattoo circled one bicep and a coiled snake the other. A small wild flower was visible at the top of her right breast and there were tiny hearts on her ankle. Invisible at the moment was the lighting bolt covering much of her pubic region. None of the tattoos were permanent.
“So who do I talk to,” asked Stacy shifting the wad of gum from one side of her mouth to the other?
“Barb, Barbara Somers, she hires the dancers,” said the man finally looking up. What he saw brought him to standing. “Yeah, we’re hiring. And the Oasis is a good place to work. I make sure nobody gets out of line with the dancers. I’m Tice,” he said extending his hand.
“I’m Serena. Tice, cool name,” said Stacy shaking his sweaty hand. “You in charge of security?” Portia’s intelligence had included the fact Tice and the Oasis’s other security guards were willing to do favors for the dancers provided the dancers paid with sex. “They’ll run over to Starbucks and get you a latte but expect to swallow some of their cream with your coffee,” was how Portia phrased it.
“Yeah, during the day,” said Tice.
“Is she here,” asked Stacy?
“Sure, step inside. I’ll personally set up an interview,” said Tice.
The alarm sounded when Stacy passed through the metal detector frame.
“Shit, fucking nipple bars,” said Stacy.
“Extend your arms. Make like a cross,” said Tice picking up a metal detecting wand. “City made us put that in after some wacko shot up a place on the island. Killed three people then offed himself.”
“The Johns think they’re hot but they can drive you nuts. This TSA dyke at LAX made me strip for a cavity search before she’d let me on the plane,” said Stacy. “Cunt couldn’t wait to get her hand inside my box. She practically got off looking for a bomb in my pussy.”
“You just arrive in the city,” asked Tice?
“Yesterday.”
“So why did you leave LA,” asked Tice stopping the wand at Stacy’s crotch when the wand’s pitch changed indicating the presence of metal.
“I had my reasons. I got a set of rings down there too,” said Stacy smiling. “Want to see?”
“Maybe later, let me call Mrs. Somers,” said Tice picking up the phone.
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Stacy was seated on a worn leather couch in Barbara Somers outer office. There were a couple of tattered adult entertainment trade magazines on a nearby table but Stacy wasn’t in the mood to read. Tice had escorted her through a door marked Employees Only after asking the longhaired boy at the cash register to watch the door.
“Take a seat. Mrs. Somers will be with you in a minute,” said Tice.
He delayed a minute to take a good look at Stacy’s legs as she sunk down into the couch. He wasn’t discreet about it not that she expected him to be.
“Thanks, Tice,” said Stacy smiling and ignoring the fact her short skirt had ridden up to her crotch as she crossed her legs.
Eleven days thought Stacy as she looked around the shabby waiting room. Mike Cabreeze and his wife. Connie, along with their two children had flown out of Boston that morning. Seven days at an exclusive resort in Aruba followed by four in Orlando at Disney World gave Stacy and the team from Club Josephine exactly eleven days to complete their mission, the assassination of the head of the Grimaldi family.
Stacy’s mind wondered to the issue of her relationship with Lt. Mike Cabreeze. She found it difficult to reconcile Mike the family man with Mike the brutal and corrupt policeman and with Mike the up and coming drug kingpin. When Stacy had mentioned this to Portia, she said, “Don’t leave out Mike the incredible lover that rings your bell big time.” That was the one that bothered Stacy the most. Sex with Mike still turned her on even after all she experienced since he framed her for shoplifting.
Yesterday afternoon he’d sent her a text message summoning her to the apartment. She’d assumed correctly he wanted sex with her before he left. On the drive over her hand strayed to her crotch as she anticipated their lovemaking. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, her jeans were undone and her fingers were working her clit. It only took a few more moments for Stacy to reach her tipping point and climax. God why am I such a slut where he’s concerned wondered Stacy as she stuffed a couple of tissues in her panty to absorb her fluids. Why is it when I masturbate, he’s the one I fantasize about?
She’d arrived a few minutes early. Mike was sitting on the couch talking on his cell to Connie. He gave Stacy the shush sign as she entered the room. Then he stood up and unzipped his trousers.
Stacy sat her purse and keys on a table then walked to Mike and kissed him.
“I said I’ll be home by six,” said Mike interrupting the kiss. He placed his free hand on Stacy’s shoulder applying enough downward pressure to signal she was to get on her knees.
“Can’t the vet pick them up? We’re paying forty-six a day for each pet. For that kind of money, you’d think they’d send a limo,” said Mike.
Stacy kneeled before Mike and extracted his cock from the custom tailored Italian silk and wool blend trousers. She held the warm soft flesh to her nostrils and slowly inhaled. Its scent affected first her brain then her sex. She inhaled so deeply she drew the soft flesh into her nose satisfying her need to fill her lungs with his aroma.
“You’re the only whore I’ve ever know who gets off smelling a guy’s dick,” said Mike covering the phone.
Stacy took a long second inhale then looked up at Mike and spoke, “Pheromones, your sexual pheromones affect my olfactory membranes and my pussy gets hot.”
Pheromones, my ass, you’re a slut, now suck my dick,” said Mike contemptuously.
It’s my own personal form of cocaine thought Stacy as his essence ignited a fire in her chest that instantly spread to her sex. She tilted her head back a brief moment to exult in the experience before leaning forward to lick the very tip of Mike’s cock causing it to move slightly reacting to her touch.
“No, I can’t come home early. Have the kid next door take them. Give him a twenty,” said Mike.
Stacy curled her lips around the underside of mushroom head then windshield wiped her tongue over the tip. She flicked the boneless limb back and forth teasing his piss hole using her lips to squeeze it open for its pointed tip.
Although Mike’s cock was familiar territory her mouth had traveled hundreds of times, she never tired of the journey. She knew his urethra was super sensitive and she took her time probing and sucking the spongy head bringing his manhood to a full erection. Stacy filled her mouth with saliva using it to bathe him in warmth. She rubbed her crotch with one hand and in spite of the layers of material she overwhelmed the tissues in her panty.
You make me so wet,” breathed Stacy feeling the moisture seep through her jeans. Mike’s cock in her mouth invariably resulted in her Bartholin glands going into overdrive. Sucking his cock while he argued with his wife was proving to be an incredibly erotic experience for her. She wondered if Connie wasn’t smart enough to realize what was happening.
“All right a fifty and why don’t you blow him while you’re at it if he’s so fucking cute.”
“Yeah, you have my permission. Suck him off then fuck him. Better watch it though. Wes’s a minor until he’s eighteen.”
“Get undressed,” whispered Mike to Stacy covering the phone with his hand.
Stacy stepped back and began to slowly shed her clothes. Mentally, she struggled to control the sense of desperation she felt from having Mike’s cock so close but not inside her. She wanted to rip the phone out of his hand and throw it out the window. Then he would curse and slap her. He might take his belt out and whip her until she begged him to stop.
Stacy mentally repeated the question she’d asked herself a thousand times. Why do I get off from him hurting me? She recalled the time right after they first met when she wore something he thought looked cheap. After he ripped her clothes off, he dragged her by the hair into the bathroom and stuck her head in the commode. He fucked and slapped her ass as he kept flushing the commode. She had choked and gagged as he held her head in the not very clean bowl. Afterwards, he threw her out of the apartment naked. She barely managed to get back to the condo without being seen.
Only the thought of tomorrow’s mission kept her from losing control. She was finding the idea of sex with Mike while he was talking to Connie erotic to the point of dementia.
“Who says I’d get you off with probation? I catch you putting out for a minor you’re going down for the full count,” said Mike. “I’ll make sure they put you in a cell with a pair of diesel dykes and I’ll pass the word you’re a cop’s wife.”
“What would they do? What the hell do you think they’d do? You’d eat so much pussy you could skip meals.”
Jealous of his attention to Connie, Stacy performed a provocative strip tease. After she removed her bra, she licked and played with her nipples offering her breasts to him.
When she was down to her panty she pulled the material back and forth across her sex then turned around to pull the panty slowly down exposing herself to him from the rear. She wiggled her bottom as she reached back to separate her buttocks exposing her sphincter. That elicited a response.
“You’re nothing but a slut, a cock sucking whore. I pity the poor bastard that marries you,” said Mike covering the phone.
Naked, Stacy sat down on the couch opposite Mike and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. She established eye contact with him as she licked her fingers then brought them to her sex and masturbated with one hand as she twisted and pulled on her nipple with the other. Stacy’s fingers entered her vagina. She spread her labia exposing and offering herself as he talked with his wife. She raised her legs toward the ceiling allowing one finger to enter her anus. Stacy kept her eyes focused on Mike as she masturbated. Mike began to slowly stroke his cock.
Stacy stifled the scream in her throat as she climaxed. Her legs flopped up and down as she twisted and writhed on the couch. Stacy silently mouthed the words, “Fuck me,” as her orgasm subsided.
Mike again covered the speaker with his hand as he sat back down on the couch. “Crawl over here on your belly and undress me,” he whispered to Stacy.
Stacy slid over the carpet until she reached Mike’s feet. She licked and kissed the tops of his shoes then slipped the Gucci loafers off and removed his socks. She applied more kisses and her tongue to his bare feet. Stacy took Mike’s little toe in her mouth and sucked it then moved to the next toe. After orally administering to each toe, she lifted his foot and gently bit his instep.
“Crazy cunt,” muttered Mike smiling at her as she made love to his feet. He placed the top of his foot against her sex and moved it back and forth causing Stacy to moan with pleasure. He stuck his big toe in her vagina bringing her to another orgasm. After a while Mike stood up and gestured for Stacy to unbuckle his belt.
“I know. It’s our first vacation together in two years. Call the resort and arrange for someone to watch the kids during the day,” said Mike stepping out of his slacks. Stacy took them to the hall closet and hung them with his suit jacket being careful to maintain the crease. When she returned she pulled down his boxer shorts and carefully folded them. Stacy unknotted his tie smoothing out the wrinkles before hanging it over a nearby chair back. Next came the diamond cuff links.
“Quit your fucking worrying. Their WEB site said there are certified Dutch nannies on the island. Mike and Calistra will be fine. It will give us some time to be together.”
Stacy slipped the shirt off Mike placing it over one of the kitchen chairs. The she stepped back to Mike put her arms around him and attacked his nipples with her mouth.
“What do you think I mean, Connie? What the fuck you been complaining about lately? Mike, we never make love anymore. When was the last time you screwed me?”
Stacy slowly slipped down Mike’s body with her tongue. When she was once again kneeling she took his penis in her mouth and sucked it.
“So while the Dutch nanny is watching the kids at the pool, I’ll be putting the stones to you. I’m going to eat fuck that sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. I’m expecting a little oral satisfaction out of you too.”
Stacy was stroking Mike with one hand while she alternated between sucking his penis and licking his balls. She worked her hand between his legs pressing her finger between his buttocks until it reached his sphincter. She placed the pad of her finger against the wrinkled skin and pushed gently. She felt his anus open as she slid her finger inside the ring of muscle.
“There is? Yeah, I recall reading in the travel guide about the nude beach. I’m not sure I want other guys looking at my wife when she’s naked,” said Mike widening his stance so Stacy could slide more of her finger into his rectum.
“Yeah, I know the Tremblays went to Aruba last year. Well, just because Kyle Tremblay is willing to let Stella show her pussy to the world that doesn’t mean Mike Cabreeze is willing to do the same. Not that your body isn’t a hell of a lot better than Stella’s.”
Mike sat down on the couch. Stacy stepped up onto the couch straddling Mike. For a few seconds, she stood with her sex inches from his face. Then as she lowered her body, she used her hand to guide his cock in to her pussy. She threw her head back in exultation as he slid inside her.
“No, you got that wrong. I never said I’d like to fuck Stella Tremblay. I merely said she looked nice. Jesus fuck, Connie, we were leaving Mass when I said that. Just for your information, I take our wedding vows seriously and I expect you to do the same.”
Stacy began to gently rock back and forth savoring the feel of Mike’s cock inside her. She closed her eyes and contracted the muscles lining her vagina increasing both their pleasure as she slowly raised and lowered herself.
Forget Mike Cabreeze and concentrate on the mission Stacy told herself when she found she was squeezing her legs together thinking about what Mike and she had done last night. Refocus, Stacy ordered herself.
Stacy began a mental review of the final briefing of the information Portia had compiled on the Oasis. That morning they’d had to go over it one more time with Sir Charles and the other members of the team.
The briefing took place in Manhattan at a building owned by Sir Charles. The layout was similar to the one in Boston. They were in Club Josephine’s Operations Center. A very elegant Club Napoleon was on the floor below. Sir Charles had an apartment on the top floor.
Portia conducted the briefing. Her first slide showed a middle-aged couple standing side by side. Portia clicked on her laser pointer and began.
“The Manager’s name is Earl Timothy Somers and his wife is Barbara Jean Somers. They’ve been married fourteen years. According to public records they are the sole owners and managers of the Oasis. However, the real owner is Raymond Serrentino, the capo di capo of the Grimaldi family. The Oasis is more of a hobby to Serrentino than a key business component of his organization. Drugs far and away generate the greater part of the Grimaldi income.”
Portia changed slides to display two Latin American males.
“A decade ago on a yacht in Miami, Raymond Serrentino met Ramon Cardozo and his brother, Esteban, up and coming narco traffickers with a dozen cocoa labs in the Andean Highlands. They formed a partnership. The Grimaldi through a combination of murder and terror eliminated anyone distributing cocaine in the US and Canada not produced by the Cardozo cartel. Stamping out the competition was performed with a ruthlessness and brutality that shocked even members of organized crime. Not only were competing drug dealers murdered in incredibly brutal ways but also families and girl friends were executed while the dealer watched. In return, cocaine produced by the Cardozo Cartel is distributed exclusively through the Grimaldi mob. We are talking hundreds of millions of dollars annually. Some say each year over a billion flows into the Cartel’s secret accounts.”
“This is the largest and most powerful drug organization on the planet,” said Sir Charles. “In the last few years, the Cardozo Cartel had branched out into heroin, methamphetamine and Ecstasy forming new partnerships in Mexico, Thailand, Israel and Afghanistan.”
“Sir Charles, with all the billions available from drugs, why does Raymond Serrentino continue to operate a seedy dump like the Oasis,” asked Stacy?
“Sentiment perhaps, Raymond’s exact age is something of an unknown but he is at least in his late eighties. When he was coming up through the Grimaldi ranks, prostitution was a major source of mob income. My thought would be he regards it as carrying on a tradition. Also having the ready availability of prostitutes means the mob does not lack for willing sexual partners,” said Sir Charles.
“The pussy warehouse is downstairs,” said Francis.
“Thank you, Sir Charles. Go ahead Portia,” said Stacy.
“Earl Somers has a business degree from Pepperdine University. He was arrested nineteen years ago for embezzling. That was his only brush with the law. Since it was a first offence and he was able to make restitution, he got off with probation. Barbara Somers is another story. She has a total of twenty-two arrests for solicitation of prostitution beginning at the age of fifteen, two for possession of a controlled substance and three for felony assault. However, the last arrest was twelve years ago. Since they began working for Raymond Serrentino they have not been arrested.”
“Small time crooks go to jail. Join the mob and stay clean,” said Simone.
“Earl takes care of the financial side while Barbara manages the dancers and the help,” said Portia as she changed the screen to an image of the Oasis storefront. “Although Earl carries the title of manager, Barbara is the real boss.”
“Women are taking over everywhere,” said Simone laughing. “My husband does exactly what I tell him.”
“Barbara’s the one you have to be careful of, Stacy. She’s shrewd and suspicious,” said Portia. “She’s bi-sexual and requires lesbian sex in order to establish her control over the dancers. If a girl isn’t willing to accommodate Barbara’s needs, she doesn’t get hired.”
“I can’t wait to go down on her. My pussy’s wet from just thinking about it,” said Stacy looking at the screen.
Portia changed the screen to a floor plan of the first floor of the building. “Think of the Oasis as an adult department store. The storefront retails and rents heterosexual and homosexual porn in DVD format. There’s a rack of porn magazines and peg hooks on the wall contain a selection of dildos, vibrators, pumps, and blowup dolls.”
“Sir Charles, when are we going to start selling Stacy’s blowup doll on our WEB site,” asked Alex causing everyone to laugh.
“We should. It would be a best seller,” said Simone. “I’d buy one for my husband.”
“Why not just let him fuck the real thing,” asked Stacy?
“Slut,” said Alex.
“Back to business, everyone. Continue Portia,” said Sir Charles.
Portia cleared her throat before using her laser pointer to draw everyone’s attention to the screen. “In the back there is the Video Arcade. It consists of twelve six by four booths where customers can view videos at a cost of one dollar for six minutes. Between booths is a round hole waist high. Customers can stick their penises through the hole for the person in the next booth to suck. It’s called a gloryhole. Although there are signs stating only one customer to a booth, it’s not uncommon for two and even three men to get in a booth and have sex. As long as they keep feeding dollar bills into the machines, management doesn’t care who gets screwed.”
“Such booths have been around since the advent of eight millimeter movies,” said Sir Charles. “In my younger days, I was quite a fan of gloryholes.”
“There’s a protocol to gloryholes. If you want the cutie in the next booth to stick his penis through the hole, you invite him by sticking your finger through the hole then pulling it back,” said Alex.
“Only a blow job artist would know that,” said Simone.
“This is a video that Alex and Francis shot when they visited the arcade,” said Portia queuing the video player. The screen filled with a poorly lighted shot of Alex on his knees sucking a large erect penis protruding through a round hole.
“I was only demonstrating how gloryholes operate. The clientele is mostly trolls but this cutie construction worker arrived and I couldn’t help myself,” said Alex. “He had a beautiful cock.”
The scene changed. Francis was bent over holding on to a plastic chair. His pants were down at his ankles. A tall black man was busily sodomizing him. Francis’s mouth was filled with a cock poking through the gloryhole.
“I wanted to show the other members of the team the versatility of the arcade booth,” said Francis.
“If you want someone to come to your booth and sodomize you, you hold a condom in your fingers and show that to the person in the next booth,” said Alex.
“It can get quite busy in those little rooms,” said Francis intently watching the screen. “I took five loads in less than an hour.”
“Customers who can’t afford the services of a dancer will often go into the Arcade looking for a gloryhole blow job,” said Portia.
The video ended and Portia returned the screen to the floor plan.
“Those are the adjoining offices of Barbara and Earl Somers. They share a reception area. The dancer’s area where Stacy will be working takes up most of the floor space. There is a dressing room, shower, and rest room for the dancers, a twenty by forty dance floor and fourteen booths in an L configuration.
This is where the Oasis makes most of its income. One dollar buys three minutes. The customer watches the dancers through a Plexiglas window that automatically becomes opaque when his time is up.”
“It’s the dancer’s job to persuade him to pay for sex. Her earnings are totally based on how many times she goes through that Plexiglas and gets paid for a BJ or half and half,” said Simone.
“There is an intercom between each booth and the dance floor. If a customer wants more than the thrill of masturbating while watching naked women, he picks up the phone. The handset on the other end lights up. When a dancer answers, they engage in a verbal negotiation. Half and half is one hundred but a BJ is fifty. Most of the sex is oral. A dancer can make four to five hundred dollars a night. That’s clear with no deductions for taxes and insurance,” said Portia.
“No Blue Cross either,” said Stacy as Portia changed the screen.
“This is a layout of the second floor. It contains the offices of Raymond Serrentino and his lieutenant, Salvatore ‘Sallie’ Addonnizio. This outer area is where Mr. Serrentino’s bodyguards hangout during the day. There’s anywhere from three to five of them present. Attempted mob hits over the years have left Mr. Serrentino a very wary mobster. There are two bulletproof security doors that you have to be buzzed through. His armored limousine is kept inside a secure area of AAA Auto Body which as we know is located in the building directly behind the Oasis,” said Portia.
“Serrentino has not appeared in public in years. His estate right outside Islip is heavily fortified and patrolled by guards and dogs when he is present,” said Sir Charles.
“I plan to smuggle a disassembled Sig Sauer P229 into the Oasis over several days. Once I have all the parts inside I’ll hide the re-assembled weapon inside Serrentino’s office. Girls are summoned upstairs for sex on a pretty regular basis. Once on the second floor I will retrieve the gun and carry out the assassination,” said Stacy.
“There could be as many as seven of them,” said Sir Charles.
“I’m depending on the element of surprise. To them I’m not a threat. I’ll be just another one of the whores who dance at the Oasis,” said Stacy.
“We’re lucky Raymond Serrentino is visiting his Las Vegas hotel. Our informant tells us he won’t return for at least a week. That gives us time to get ready,” said Simone.
“One more thing, Barbara and Earl Somers also operate an escort service, Cosmopolitan Escorts of Manhattan. Like the Oasis, they are the owners of record but Raymond Serrentino is the actual owner. The more attractive dancers are required to moonlight at Cosmopolitan. That’s not a choice by the way. I think we can safely say that Stacy will be a Cosmo girl within a week,” said Portia.
The opening of the office door interrupted Stacy’s mental review of the briefing.
“You must be Serena Thornton,” said the dumpy middle-aged woman as she opened her office door.
“Yes, that’s me,” said Stacy quickly standing up.
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