He grasped her head and begin to move his schlong within her mouth. Her mouth felt so good. He picked up speed, grabbing her hair in his pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. He was so into this that he didn't feel her arm flailing or hear her gagging as he fucked her throat relentlessly. He could only feel the pleasure he was receiving. He pulled her off of him and then threw her on the bed when he began instantly rammed his cock into his tight hairless box. She wasn't very tight but Joe didn't care at this point. He was working his way in and out of the warm slit not caring that it wasn't even wet. His hands were digging into the her sides painfully but he continued to ram into her relentlessly. It was only when she raked her nails viciously down his chest did he snap back to reality. He pushed her away. "You fucking cunt! What did you do that for?" he demanded.
"You were hurting me! Just give me my damn money so I can get the fuck out of her you loser." She yelled back. Joe looked down at his now bloody chest. He wanted to punch her face in for daring to call him a loser. This whore was calling him a loser! He looked at her bright red face and her could see marks of his hands on her body. He sat down on the bed heavily. She was right. Ray had been right. He was a loser. Look at where his life was. He was in a run down hotel in the shadiest part of town. His business was about to go bust, his wife was gone, and he had practically raped some two dollar whore. What had he become?
He took a bill out of his pocket and gave it to the prostitute. She seemed a bit mollified when she realized that Ben Franklin was on the front, but she didn't say a word as she left. He got up only to lock the door behind her, and then he collapsed face down on the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.
When he woke up, Joe felt a little better. His head no longer ached and he was feeling very rested. He looked at his watch to see that it was two-thirty in the afternoon. He hadn't slept like this in a long time. It was a much needed rest. He felt brave enough to test the shower. Run down as it was everything seemed to be in working order. Feeling better than he had in days he went hit the streets.
He needed to make sense of the past night's events and how everything fit. First of all, what had Anita been up to? Secondly, how had Pauline's come to be trashed. Third and foremost, how in the world did that gun get in his car and what happened to the redhead that he had been screwing.
He found an out of the way coffee shop to get him something to eat. Perhaps with a little food in his stomach he could piece some of the clues together. For a twenty he was able to cajole the tired looking waitress out of the pad that she took orders with so that he would have something to write things down on. He could piece things together better if he wrote down the things that he remembered. This technique he found, helped him to remember more details. By the time his meal had come he was writing things down frantically. He ate his meal thoughtfully trying to think of the thing that had been nagging him since last night.
In the back of his head there was a thought bursting to get free but for the life of him he couldn't remember what. Long after he had finished his meal he was still sitting there in his booth. The waitress, who bore a plastic name tag that read Sandy, looked a little pissed that he was taking up her time. She couldn't complain because he would kept reordering his coffee to be refilled. The sun was beginning to set before Sandy decided to assert herself. "Look here Mister. You either order another meal or get going." She stated in a haughty voice. Joe wanted to take her down a peg but decided that it wouldn't be worth arguing over anyway. Besides, there was somewhere that he was wanted to go tonight.
The taxi that he hailed dropped him just down the block from his destination. He walked down the street, heedless of the light until he was standing outside of the Maltese Club. He knew that he was a bit unkempt but the cash in his pocket would at least assure him entrance. The bodyguard at the door was dressed in a tuxedo but was built like a linebacker. He looked at Joe in disdain.
"No vagrants allowed." The bouncer said scornfully.
"I'm a paying customer." Joe said easily not intimidated a bit by the big gorilla.
"Yea sure." He said ready to dismiss Joe when he was presented with a couple hundreds.
"Hardly a vagrant don't you think?' The bouncer took the bills and allowed Joe inside. Joe was just surprised that the guy had come so cheap.
"Wait a minute. You need a tie to go in the dining area if you choose not to go to the game room. See the coat check girl and she may have some extras." The gorilla instructed which is what Joe did. As he walked through the elegant club he keep his head straight forward so that his eyes would not stray to the game tables. He turned to the dining room where the entertainment performed. Maybe Ivana would be on. Now she was definitely a hot number. The hostess gave him a look of disdain at his rumpled appearance and he gave her a look that dared her to comment. She retaliated by seating him in a table in the furthest from the stage in a corner where he could barely see. At the moment however he wasn't missing much, just a bunch of showgirls dancing around on the stage in next to nothing. That was nothing new.
He looked around the stage dinning room uninterested in his surrounding. Joe was already finished with his second Scotch when a group entering the dining room caught his eye. The group consisted of three men in tuxedos. One of the men was escorting two women, a busty blonde and a svelte brunette. Both women were knockouts. The older gentleman among them was walking beside a fragile looking redhead who looked young enough to be his granddaughter, but she clung to his arm in hardly a familial way. What money could buy, Joe thought. The third man in the group did not have a companion with him but Joe could tell that he was the leader by the way the rest of the group waited for him to be seated before they sat. As he observed them he would see how the others at the table would defer their conversation to the lone gentleman's approval. When he spoke it was as if they were all hanging on his every word. There wasn't anything spectacular about him that Joe could discern. Grudgingly Joe admitted to himself that women may find that dark Latin look sexy. Joe guessed the man to be of Italian origin and judging from the fact that the group was seated at the best table in the dinning room he was a VIP. It suddenly came to him. Joe would bet his left nut that this was Mickey Bellini. So this was the little shit that all the fuss was about. He was the only one at the table without a date, so where was this mysterious Honey Pot?
Joe was so intent on what that table was doing that he had missed the announcement a new act on the stage. His senses were suddenly besieged by a husky, sultry voice. His balls tightened as the voice sung as if it were singing directly to him. He looked to the stage to see the lady of the hour. Ivana. She was stood in the middle of the stage in a single spotlight. She was stunning. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulder framing her dark face. She was Black Venus herself, decked out in a long red velvet evening gown that was barely decent. The gown dipped so low in the front that he could see her navel. The dressed barely covered her nipples, revealing average sized but well shaped breasts. She needed no enhancements. She was a dream with a beautiful face a nice body, and that voice! It was no wonder she was so many guys' wet dream.
Joe would certainly be jerking off to thoughts of her in the future. She was quite a performer. The entire audience was captivated by her presence and her voice. With talent like hers, she should be cutting an album but yet she was singing in this club. Joe observed Mickey who stared at her with blatant adoration. Wait a minute. Something wasn't right. The way he was looking at Ivana and the fact that he didn't have some bimbo hanging on his arm showed his devotion to the sexy singer. Of course he could be reading too much into the situation, but the look in Mickey's eyes when he looked at Ivana was a familiar one to him. It was the way he use to look at Sally.
Joe's attention strayed back to Ivana. He wondering what it would be like sliding his long tool into her wet black pussy, though he had a feeling that Mickey was the possessive type. Ivana sung a few more songs and then exited the stage for a break. When she left the stage it was as if she took the magic with her. The audience let out a collective sigh. Mickey then turned to his table companions and said something before excusing himself. He headed in the direction of where Joe figured the dressing rooms. There was no doubt what he would be up to. Joe wondered if he was getting a blowjob from those delectably full lips, or if he was screwing her from behind while they both stood up. Just the thought of it was driving him crazy. He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that another gentleman had joined the table. Joe could only see the back of his head, but that head was certainly familiar. Joe got up from his table to take a closer look. Jesus! It was Buddy. What the fuck was he doing here sitting at Mickey's table no doubt? The only thing that he knew was that he would have to get out of here before Buddy caught sight of him. Joe cautiously left the club dropping off the borrowed tie before he left.
By the time he got a cab back on the dark side of town, it was a few minutes to midnight. Jeb was already there waiting in the alley that Joe had designated. "So what's the word? Joe asked taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it.
"You ain't gonna like this one bit Boss." Jeb warned. Joe shrugged.
"Yea, I'm already hating it, so tell me what have you found out."
"From what they're saying, is Pauline's was an inside job. That guy Buddy was no where to be found when the police came snooping but there was some character name Cowboy that fingered some schmuck named Joe." The bum said unaware that the schmuck that he spoke of was his unknown benefactor though Joe didn't give it away. He kept his poker face not revealing his thoughts.
