The haze started to fade as my eyes opened and the inside of the dimly light warehouse came into view. My head was throbbing and the back of my head and neck felt wet as if I had been bleeding. I instinctively went to reach for the area...that's when I realized my arms were tied
to the chair I was in.
"Hey boss, look who's awake.", the big goon growled to my left.
"I thought you were still rotting in Sing Sing.", I retorted, as the thug came into view.
"Why you son-of-a..."
"Easy there Sal.", said a voice to my right. I turned and got more than I bargained for. Barker was standing there, his arms folded, with a cigar hanging out of his mouth. His eyes were trained on the table in front of him. Mine joined him. Cat O'Malley was naked and strapped to the table. Her mouth was gagged with the silk scarf she had worn the last time I saw her.
A brunette was between Cat's legs, feverishly working over Cat's pussy with her tongue. A blonde stood to Cat's side, holding a chain that ran to each of Cat's nipples. The blonde kept the chain taut, stretching Cat's hardened nipples to the max.
Cat writhed on the table top, as much as the ropes tied to her wrists and ankles would allow her. I could tell by Cat's body movements that she was having an orgasm, and it was a good one. Her body was glistening from sweat and despite the circumstances, I couldn't resist thinking how sexy she looked.
The brunette clearly knew what she was doing. As her tongue flicked at Cat's swollen clit, she alternately probed Cat's wetness and her ass
with one, two, or three fingers. Occasionally she would lick the plentiful juices off of her fingers before returning them to Cat's pussy.
The blonde meanwhile continued to torture Cat's nipples with the chain and with her fingers. Her long nails pinched and tweaked Cat's areolas. Cat continued to cum and there was no sign of her stopping. I was finally able to focus back on the reality of the situation.
"What the fuck do you want Barker?"
"Now is that nice? You've got a fine show going on here and you talk rudely to me."
"I'll look into charm school when I get the chance." I shot back. Barker threw what was left of his cigar on the floor and stamped it out with his shoe. He two quick strides towards me and delivered a haymaker to my jaw. The blow sent me toppling over with the chair and opened a cut over my right eye as I hit the hard floor.
"Get him up!" Barker snarled at Sal. "That was just a love tap.", Barker said as the goon propped me back up. "You want to know what's going on? Here's the deal. This lovely young lady's piece of shit husband stole a 100 g's from me. Unfortunately for all of us, the loser got picked up by the cops and the money is now in their possession. Only they don't know it. The dough is in a black briefcase with a hidden
bottom."
"And I care about this because?" I interrupted. Barker momentarily fumed and I thought I was headed to the floor again before he composed
himself.
"You care because you're getting that dough back for me." I probably shouldn't have laughed, but I did. Barker slugged me to the floor again, chipping one of my front teeth in the process. Sal was smart enough this time to pick me up before Barker told him to. "Now as I was saying, you're getting back for me. That's what's gonna keep you and the broad breathing."
"You own plenty of cops, why not get it back yourself?"
"Normally I would, but the briefcase is in the 4th precinct. Need I say more?" Barker didn't need to say more and he knew that I knew it.
The 4th precinct was run by Gerry Hallohan, one of the most honest and decorated cops the city had ever seen. He and my old man used to be
partners in their early days on the force. Gerry Hallohan was like an uncle to me.
"You think Hallohan is just going to hand it to me, because he knows me?"
