Screwing With the Mob
I picked her up at my favorite club.
First time I ever saw her there.
A real dive but the drinks were OK.
I knew the regular bartender, too. I fixed his alarm system for a good price.
Then I installed some security in the club – at cost-
So the owner treated me like visiting royalty.
My kingdom – a dump that smelled like stale beer, fairly decent
dance floor with that crap the k**s call music playing
(thank God) at a reasonable volume.
The owner never wanted the music so loud that
He couldn’t hear what was going on or being said.
Connected. A mob guy.
I didn’t know that at first but after Dave the bartender
told him about the great job I did on his gaudy,
“mini mansion” house. Too bad he had no taste.
The place could have looked a lot better.
I was glad I did Tony’s place. So cheap.
The sonofabitch even had me checked out and knew exactly
how much the parts all cost. Then he peeled off $10,000 cash
tax free just for the hell of it. “I like you, Johnny. You’re good people.”
Being half Sicilian helped too.
I insisted on tipping the bartenders but as the song goes,
“He got me my drinks for free.”
We hit it off right away. I bought her a drink.
She wanted bourbon on the rocks.
I was taken aback. NOT a lady’s drink.
Dave put some ice in a glass and filled it.
She noticed I didn’t pay.
“You a mob guy too?” she asked discretely.
Jesus, she scoped out the whole place at a glance, I thought.
“No, I just know a few of em.” Then I sipped my Scotch.
“Looks like your buddy is trying to get me drunk for you.”
“Then you’ll take advantage of me,” I replied, only half joking.
She looked like a real jungle cat. Long red hair (natural, I found out later)
The eyes of a Husky sled dog, those haunting, mysterious, penetrating kaleidoscope eyes,
Minimal makeup. Lord knows she didn’t need it. Double D boobs, long, gorgeous
bare athletic legs terminating in pretty mid heel open toed shoes on her
cute little blue toe nailed feet.
Her perfect five foot, 4 inch frame was wrapped in a blue designer dress than ended
just below her perfect, firm ass.
The split up the side and the ultra low cut top left very little to the imagination.
Her whole look said “Class” and ”Fuck me” at the same time.
“What are you doing in a shithouse like this?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“Sorting the crap from the crystals and I just found my diamond.”
“My name is Gloria. Yours?”
John. Call me Johnny. I hadn’t even thought of asking her name.
This woman was totally enchanting.
She touched the center of my chest and started maneuvering her pretty yet strong
fingers into my shirt. I don’t wear undershirts.
I squirmed away uncomfortably.
“Ashamed of your lovely little tits?” she asked abruptly.
“How did you know?” I asked, shocked.
“Your nipples are erect,” she giggled, discretely, as always.
So I left her slip her hand in and palm my left nipple. She fondled my boob expertly.
“I’m staying at a hotel nearby. Let’s go, lover.”
The hotel turned out to be the best one in the city.
“Take your shirt off” she said, matter of fact.
My shirt hit the bed and she held my shoulders, admiring my tits.
“Hormones? “
No, genetics, I answered.
“Lovely, “ she purred as she gently pushed me back onto the bed, palming my breasts
like the expert she was.
She paused and pulled down the spaghetti straps of her barely-there dress revealing
her stunning breasts with silver dollar aureoles and nipples as big as mine.
I was being seduced but I didn’t mind.
She moved gracefully like a hunting panther, sliding up on to me.
She grabbed her tits, one in each hand and assaulted my nipples with hers.
Diddling up and down, then meandering around my aureole teasingly,
Then finally pressing them in to place against mine as we held and kissed.
Time disappeared; the Universe contained only this beautiful woman making love to me.
Next thing I knew she was sucking my nipples, moving from tit to tit with her tongue
bathing me in her sweet breath.
She pulled my pants off and slipped out of her dress. No panties.
Her shoes had disappeared some time before.
Straddling me, she guided my throbbing cock into her warm, slippery cunt, gently but
firmly riding, grinding, writhing snakelike.
“Scoot up on the bed” she directed.
We moved as one until I was propped up against the large, fluffy pillows.
She offered me her left tit and I took it into my mouth, sucking and tonguing as
Someone who owns a pair knows instinctively.
She moaned, first softly, then loudly as I squeezed and sucked her delectable tits
harder and faster and she fucked against me feverishly.
The unmistakable orgasmic spasms shook both me and the bed as she moaned long and loud in release.
Before her orgasm was complete she roughly grabbed and twisted and pulled my nipples in a dozen different directions every second, causing me to cum.
I pumped stream after stream into her warm, wet vaginal canal as it pulsed and milked me until I was empty.
She collapsed on top of me and we lay together for an eternity in the heat of our orgasm.
Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes and we looked lovingly into mirror images of our total drowsy bliss.
We talked for hours, learning all about each other.
It was like a dream but the pressure and warmth of her body on top of mine reminded me it was real.
Next Saturday I sat nursing my Scotch when Tony pulled up a stool next to me.
“You and Gloria hit it off real good I hear.”
I stiffened in denial, protecting her reputation.
“Don’t gimme that shit, I know all about it.
I thought you was a fenoik but she bet me you wasn’t.
I lost. My little girl won herself anudder new Lexus, not dat
She needs it.”
I was more astonished than afraid.
“Her mother is Scottish, dat’s why she has dat flaming red hair.
She wants to see you again tonight, meet her back at the hotel.”
But she’s your daughter… I began
“Look it’s a new fuckin century, times change and you’re her new boy toy.”
After a loud, guttural laugh, Tony concluded, “Nah, she really likes you.”
He took my chin I his hand and said, “Just don‘t never break her heart. Caspice?”
“Si, capisco.” I answered.
What a way to make your bones!! I thought.
First time I ever saw her there.
A real dive but the drinks were OK.
I knew the regular bartender, too. I fixed his alarm system for a good price.
Then I installed some security in the club – at cost-
So the owner treated me like visiting royalty.
My kingdom – a dump that smelled like stale beer, fairly decent
dance floor with that crap the k**s call music playing
(thank God) at a reasonable volume.
The owner never wanted the music so loud that
He couldn’t hear what was going on or being said.
Connected. A mob guy.
I didn’t know that at first but after Dave the bartender
told him about the great job I did on his gaudy,
“mini mansion” house. Too bad he had no taste.
The place could have looked a lot better.
I was glad I did Tony’s place. So cheap.
The sonofabitch even had me checked out and knew exactly
how much the parts all cost. Then he peeled off $10,000 cash
tax free just for the hell of it. “I like you, Johnny. You’re good people.”
Being half Sicilian helped too.
I insisted on tipping the bartenders but as the song goes,
“He got me my drinks for free.”
We hit it off right away. I bought her a drink.
She wanted bourbon on the rocks.
I was taken aback. NOT a lady’s drink.
Dave put some ice in a glass and filled it.
She noticed I didn’t pay.
“You a mob guy too?” she asked discretely.
Jesus, she scoped out the whole place at a glance, I thought.
“No, I just know a few of em.” Then I sipped my Scotch.
“Looks like your buddy is trying to get me drunk for you.”
“Then you’ll take advantage of me,” I replied, only half joking.
She looked like a real jungle cat. Long red hair (natural, I found out later)
The eyes of a Husky sled dog, those haunting, mysterious, penetrating kaleidoscope eyes,
Minimal makeup. Lord knows she didn’t need it. Double D boobs, long, gorgeous
bare athletic legs terminating in pretty mid heel open toed shoes on her
cute little blue toe nailed feet.
Her perfect five foot, 4 inch frame was wrapped in a blue designer dress than ended
just below her perfect, firm ass.
The split up the side and the ultra low cut top left very little to the imagination.
Her whole look said “Class” and ”Fuck me” at the same time.
“What are you doing in a shithouse like this?” I asked with genuine curiosity.
“Sorting the crap from the crystals and I just found my diamond.”
“My name is Gloria. Yours?”
John. Call me Johnny. I hadn’t even thought of asking her name.
This woman was totally enchanting.
She touched the center of my chest and started maneuvering her pretty yet strong
fingers into my shirt. I don’t wear undershirts.
I squirmed away uncomfortably.
“Ashamed of your lovely little tits?” she asked abruptly.
“How did you know?” I asked, shocked.
“Your nipples are erect,” she giggled, discretely, as always.
So I left her slip her hand in and palm my left nipple. She fondled my boob expertly.
“I’m staying at a hotel nearby. Let’s go, lover.”
The hotel turned out to be the best one in the city.
“Take your shirt off” she said, matter of fact.
My shirt hit the bed and she held my shoulders, admiring my tits.
“Hormones? “
No, genetics, I answered.
“Lovely, “ she purred as she gently pushed me back onto the bed, palming my breasts
like the expert she was.
She paused and pulled down the spaghetti straps of her barely-there dress revealing
her stunning breasts with silver dollar aureoles and nipples as big as mine.
I was being seduced but I didn’t mind.
She moved gracefully like a hunting panther, sliding up on to me.
She grabbed her tits, one in each hand and assaulted my nipples with hers.
Diddling up and down, then meandering around my aureole teasingly,
Then finally pressing them in to place against mine as we held and kissed.
Time disappeared; the Universe contained only this beautiful woman making love to me.
Next thing I knew she was sucking my nipples, moving from tit to tit with her tongue
bathing me in her sweet breath.
She pulled my pants off and slipped out of her dress. No panties.
Her shoes had disappeared some time before.
Straddling me, she guided my throbbing cock into her warm, slippery cunt, gently but
firmly riding, grinding, writhing snakelike.
“Scoot up on the bed” she directed.
We moved as one until I was propped up against the large, fluffy pillows.
She offered me her left tit and I took it into my mouth, sucking and tonguing as
Someone who owns a pair knows instinctively.
She moaned, first softly, then loudly as I squeezed and sucked her delectable tits
harder and faster and she fucked against me feverishly.
The unmistakable orgasmic spasms shook both me and the bed as she moaned long and loud in release.
Before her orgasm was complete she roughly grabbed and twisted and pulled my nipples in a dozen different directions every second, causing me to cum.
I pumped stream after stream into her warm, wet vaginal canal as it pulsed and milked me until I was empty.
She collapsed on top of me and we lay together for an eternity in the heat of our orgasm.
Then she raised her head and looked into my eyes and we looked lovingly into mirror images of our total drowsy bliss.
We talked for hours, learning all about each other.
It was like a dream but the pressure and warmth of her body on top of mine reminded me it was real.
Next Saturday I sat nursing my Scotch when Tony pulled up a stool next to me.
“You and Gloria hit it off real good I hear.”
I stiffened in denial, protecting her reputation.
“Don’t gimme that shit, I know all about it.
I thought you was a fenoik but she bet me you wasn’t.
I lost. My little girl won herself anudder new Lexus, not dat
She needs it.”
I was more astonished than afraid.
“Her mother is Scottish, dat’s why she has dat flaming red hair.
She wants to see you again tonight, meet her back at the hotel.”
But she’s your daughter… I began
“Look it’s a new fuckin century, times change and you’re her new boy toy.”
After a loud, guttural laugh, Tony concluded, “Nah, she really likes you.”
He took my chin I his hand and said, “Just don‘t never break her heart. Caspice?”
“Si, capisco.” I answered.
What a way to make your bones!! I thought.
13 years ago
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