The Nooky Network 01 - Banging the Moll
By Kelly Collins
Overview
Welcome to this, the first of a collection of stories involving The Nooky Network.
Although this story is a period piece, it is part of the collection because the island on which the events take place will be purchased by The Network in a later story.
What is The Nooky Network or Le réseau Nooky? It is an international social club, which hires Nymphos (high class prostitutes) to satisfy their hedonistic desires. The organization is now 3 years old and boasts of private clubs and enclaves, either in major cities or occupying rural and privately-owned land the world over.
Editor's Intrusion
During the roaring twenties, near Key Largo, a twenty square mile island came into the possession of the notorious gangster, Jonathan Segal. This island was his exclusive property and upon it he built a two-story, thirty room hotel that became an infamous brothel known as The Sure Thing.
The Sure Thing was operated as a membership only social club that offered all the vices, coinciding with 'adult entertainment' to its exclusive clientele. It was a brothel above ground and a speakeasy/gambling den below.
Gangsters and other carefully screened customers came from all over to partake of its secret, nefarious, carnal and much in demand 'services.'
Fortunes were won and lost across the gambling tables. The pussies of 'women of easy virtue' were frequently accessed by the horny and now, quite often, poor clientele.
The following is a period piece featuring Jonathan Segal's most well-known moll and prostitute, Taija Rae. This Taija is the great-grandmother of the famous 1980's pornstar Taija Rae, who shares her name. Further, she is nearly identical in appearance.
Some things just run in the family.
The Sure Thing - 1923
It was four p.m. on a quiet Tuesday when I arrived by boat from nearby Key Largo.
I walked past members of the Segal Mob brandishing their tommy-guns and knocked on the door
.
Prohibition was in full swing, and precautions had to be taken.
The club would not open until five p.m., so access was quite limited.
A slot in the door slid open and two eyes peered out. I was recognized so the door was opened, and I was welcomed in.
I was well-known to the Segal Mob. I wasn't a member, but I provided essential and discrete 'services.' Essentially, I was an independent contractor.
Upon entering, I was startled by a picture of the Boss's moll, sitting across a chair with her legs spread and a hand playing with her pussy.
It was new.
"What gives?" I asked the doorman nodding toward the picture.
"Afternoon, Mr. Collins. It's the Boss' idea. He wants to capture the ambience of European brothels."
"But she's the Boss' moll!" I said with astonishment.
"I've no idea what the Boss is thinking. In any case, the Boss said to send you down the moment you came in," the doorman said.
"Very good. How's his mood?" I asked.
"He's quite pleased. About what, I don't know. But he's been dancing a jig."
He led me over to a secret door, located near the storeroom behind the bar. He unlocked it and I descended the stairs to the lounge below. It was here that tonight's real action would take place. Here and in a few of the party rooms upstairs.
The bartender was busy preparing his station for tonight's activities. The waitresses and maids were doing likewise for the rest of the room. Flappers, customers and 'women of easy virtue' had yet to arrive. Some light jazz was playing on the radio.
I approached the bartender and said, "Could you let the Boss know I'm here. I understand that he's been looking for me. Meanwhile, let me have a beer."
"Sure thing, Mr. Collins," he said as he slid my favorite brew across the counter. We were well acquainted. He picked up a phone and spoke while I found a booth in the dining area.
I was slowly sipping my beer when a bold masculine voice boomed out, "Kelly, my man!" It was Jonathan Segal, my Boss. He slid into the booth across from me and as he did so, his moll, Taija Rae slid into my side of the booth.
She was dressed in the typical flapper outfit: a low-cut, long, black dress which emphasized her cleavage. She had silver hair under her black bonnet along with large ostentatious jewelry around her neck and wrists.
She looked and was quite expensive.
"Kelly, I'm quite pleased with the job you did with those two trouble shooters from the Cambino mob. So pleased, in fact, that I'm willing to grant you an unusual bonus!"
As he was talking, a waitress approached and asked, "A drink, Mr. Segal?'
"Yes, I'll have my usual," Mr. Segal answered."
"So will I," Taija said, before she could be asked.
We all engaged in small talk involving the World Series until the waitress returned with our drinks. After she left, the Boss talked a few more minutes, before saying, "Break's over! Back to business! As I was saying, I am quite pleased with the way you handled the problem."
He didn't repeat himself. We both knew what he was talking about. The problem was two corpses now anchored to the bottom of the Caribbean.
Two weeks had gone by since their disappearance and all was quiet in nearby Key Largo. Of course, the Segal mob was suspected, but there were no drive-by-retaliatory shootings, no F.B.I. investigations. Nothing.
Consequently, the Boss had begun to relax and let his guard down.
But just a little.
"Anyway, I am so happy with the way things are going, in addition to your usual bonus, I am giving you Taija for the evening. Enjoy her, as I do," he said.
I hadn't noticed, but while he was talking, Taija had scooched that long dress up over her knees. She took my hand and led it to her pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties, and she began to moisten up while I fondled her.
