What's up? The name's Tony Pizzocola otherwise known within the New York Vancese crime family as "Tony the Brat." I was a Made Man in the family and I had made myself comfortably rich pulling jobs and running cons. Then one day I got sick of giving forty cents of every dollar to my Great Uncle Luci so he could sit on his ass and have a deadly spumoni-related heart attack at 79.
It was about that time that I decided to start selling secrets to the local law. Most guys who rat, they do so because they've been put in a corner with everything to lose, but me, I just wanted some financial security and independence. So instead of the cops having the upper hand, I had the upper hand.
Not only could I tell them what they wanted to know about what the mafia was up to, I could tell them things they needed to know. Like which cops were crooked, and who was planning on hopping bail and flying off to South America.
For reasons I will get into very shortly, I became a very dedicated informant and welcome receiver of police bribes in whatever form I chose. Today was a very different kind of Tuesday morning when I walked into the police station and told the Captain I had information that he would literally kill for.
I had overheard from my connections that Don Benito, the son of the Big Don himself, was going to be arrested for racketeering next week. I had also heard that Benito had already caught wind of this operation and was planning on hightailing it before the cops could catch him.
I told the Captain that I was perfectly willing to tell him where and when Benito planned on flying the coop, but as I always I had a price. And today's price would be highly unconventional.
Captain Smith knew that I knew that Benito Vancese was a big catch for the department, he had been linked to more than 23 murders in the past five years including five members of law enforcement.
"What do you want, Tony?" asked Captain Smith leaning over his desk towards me.
"I'd like to see Detective Paloma in the questioning room as soon as possible," I said succinctly.
"Paloma isn't here right now, she's out on case."
I slid the phone on the desk towards the Captain. "Well, call her up and let her know that Tony the Brat wants to save this department's ass and he needs her help."
Captain Smith raised his eyebrows at me, then told me to go wait in the Questioning Room. I walked the hallway to the small metallic room and sat down in one of the uncomfortable chairs behind a steel table. I waited for almost an hour, sipping coffee and playing a crossword.
Finally the door opened and one Detective Biles stalked into the room and shut the door hard behind him. Biles was Paloma's dog-like partner, he was 6ft 6" tall and could be frequently be found kissing Paloma's ass and fetching her coffee. Biles sat down in the chair across from me and stared me hard in the eyes.
"Is Paloma here?" I said with a tricky smile.
"Maybe? Is your information real?" asked Biles.
"Have I ever given you bad info, Biles? Please, I'm like Employee of the Month around here," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Go get Paloma."
"Are you going to behave in respectful manner?" asked Biles, tensing his shoulders.
"What does that mean?"
"The last time you spoke with Detective Paloma, you made several inappropriate and perverse comments. Can you guarantee that there will be no such behavior today?"
"You mean I can't say to her: 'Valentina, I'd love to go motorboating with you'?"
"No, you can not," said Biles through clenched teeth.
"Works for me."
Biles got up from the chair and left the room. A minute later he returned with Detective Valentina Paloma. Paloma was Mexican-American and in her mid-thirties, and she was a real knockout. She had long black hair that she wore in ponytail.
She also had, in my opinion, the most seductive pair of breasts I had ever seen. Her conservative shirts and jackets could not hide the fact that on her chest were two prime-quality knockers.
Paloma was short, maybe 5'2", which only accentuated the voluptuous appearance of her bosom. I had done my very best to win her over the old fashioned way: flowers, cards, even some expensive opera tickets, but Paloma was completely disinterested in socializing with a member of the Italian Mob, snitch or no snitch.
Thus far the only way I had found to contain my overflowing infatuation for Paloma was to hire older Latina call-girls to wear blazers while they sucked my cock. But this treatment could not cure the underlying lust I had for Detective Paloma. That is what had really what brought me to the police station today.
"Alright, Pizzocola, I'm here. Spill it," said Detective Paloma, taking a seat. Biles stood a few feet behind her at the wall.
"Why hello, Valentina. How lovely to see you," I said.
"Can it, Tony! Tell me where Benito is gonna run to, so I can go back to my other cases."
"Valentina, we both know that this is the most important arrest in the history of this department. If I want to sit in here and make conversation with you, you'll do it. Because there's no way in hell you're gonna let Benito get away."
"Is that what you want to do, Tony? Have a conversation? Cause that would be surprising," she unconsciously crossed her arms and pushed softly against her bulging rack.
"I want to talk. But first, I want Detective Biles to leave."
"Fuck that," said Biles.
"Jerome," said Valentina turning to her partner. "Let's just get this over with."
Biles scowled and marched out of the room. Valentina turn backed to me and looked expectantly.
"Well..." she said.
"What bra size do you wear?" I asked with a grin.
"Oh, come on. Are you seriously doing this right now? Are you 12 years old?"
"Do what I ask and answer my questions, and I'll happily answer every single question of yours."
Paloma sighed and gave a quick glance at her chest. The look on her face was the realization that her outfit had not been concealing her curves as well as she had hoped. "36DD Cup."
"Mamma mia, I knew they were some big meatballs, but DD! Your parents must be so proud."
"Are you happy now? You know how big my breasts are. Is that what you wanted?"
