Coochie quickly regretted her decision to draw the men towards her. They were now getting too lustful, and not content with just sucking on her finger. Now, they were trying to kiss her, trying to reach for and grab her boobs and even trying to drag her off the platform. Some were now waving their dicks in her face, with others attempting to scale the platform and come up to her. The message was clear: They wanted to fuck her.
But, she had no such intentions. She was here to dance for them, not fuck them. Any of them. And so, she decided to call it a night. Pulling herself away from their tight grips, she stood straight and hurried off the stage.Backstage, in the changing rooms, Mindi sat, still very disgusted at herself for allowing Andrej to use her whenever and however, simply because he knew she needed the money. She was dressed now, in a sleeveless top, jean shorts, and sneakers. She was sitting here when Coochie came into the room, waved briefly at her, and hurriedly began getting dressed, as though she would die if she stayed one more minute without clothes. She watched as Coochie put on her clothes; a full-sleeved, turtle-necked top, tightly fitting pants, and boots. Not one sensitive part of her body could be seen. One would never know she was a stripper if she wasn't seen in action. She intrigued Mindi, with the way she always stayed in her space, did her job, and left, with no friendships, no sex with the manager, and no extremes with customers. Never asking for help, because she seemingly never needed any.As Coochie opened the door to leave, Mindi couldn't hold her thoughts back anymore."Coochie? Can I ask you something?"She stopped but didn't turn."Quick..""I. I just had to fuck Andrej to get money for my tuition and rent, and, I don't even mind fucking a customer if they'll pay well. But, you. you never need all that. You're so..Independent.How?"At this point, Coochie turned, with a sad smile on her face."This may surprise you, Mindi. But, you're the independent one here.. Me? I'm a slave. I wish I had your life.."She made to leave but then turned again to say, "And, Mindi? My name's not 'Coochie'. It's Mercedes.""Do I look like a man to fuck about, Andrej? I'm not joking. Give me this woman, and I scratch off your debt. Forever."Andrej was thinking hard now. It looked straightforward, but it wasn't. His cousin, Aleksandr, had always warned him against messing with Coochie, and he'd been careful to obey that. But, now, if he didn't give her to Don Fabrizio, the man was prepared to kill him."Don. It's not really in my power. I will have to consult with the woman, and with Aleksandr..""..So, now, you want to consult? When you took my money to the casino, you didn't consult, no?"Don Fabrizio was pissed off, now. But, he was willing to be reasonable. For now."Okay, then. I will give you a week to think. But, if at the end of a week, that woman is not mine.."He stepped closer to Andrej, now, who'd been on the floor all along, and looked into his eyes."..Then, I will kill you. And I will still have the woman. It's your call, Andrej.."With that, Don Fabrizio walked out of the office, followed by his bodyguard, leaving Andrej with more than enough food for thought.If he chose to go along and trade Coochie to Don Fabrizio, what would Aleksandr think of it? And, if he kept to his cousin's instructions, what would Don Fabrizio think of and do about it? He couldn't call Aleksandr, because his cousin would roast him for fucking with business money, and Don Fabrizio couldn't be reasoned with any further. What was he to do?The banging on his door the next morning was what woke FBI Agent Snyder from his deep slumber. He'd been stressed out from the previous night's task, and so, even when his alarm had gone off repeatedly, he didn't wake. Until the loud, constant banging on the door."Who is it!!?" He bellowed as he dragged himself up and out of the couch where he'd been sleeping. Taking a glance at himself as he went to get the door, he realized that he hadn't even taken his clothes off after getting home, and was still in full gear, even his shoes were still on him. Damn.Turning the bolt on the door and swinging it open, he saw Ruby, his colleague at the FBI, a brief brunette, standing outside. She was dressed in a black hoodie and matching joggers, to go with a clean, white pair of sneakers. She looked pretty, but she had a pissed-off look on her face."What the fuck, Snyder? I have been calling you for ages; but no response! I buzzed you on Twitter, I*******m, F******k, and everywhere else I could think of; but no response!! What the…"Cutting her rant short, he pulled her into the house and closed the door, not willing to stand and chat in the cold."So.. Care to explain why you weren't taking my calls or replying to my messages?"She said when inside, not willing to let the matter go easily.Snyder crashed onto the couch he'd been sleeping on, still annoyed that she'd cut his sleep short. Ruby, however, stood her hands in her pockets, a somewhat boyish stance; watching him."I only just woke up, Ruby, give me a fuckin break.. I didn't even hear my alarm go off, so, how the fuck am I supposed to have heard a phone call or gotten DMs on social media? I'm surprised I locked the door, because, I don't remember doing so.. There. That's what happened. Happy?"She didn't look too convinced, but, she was willing to cut to the chase and dive into the main reason she was there."How'd it go last night?"Snyder took a deep breath. He had gone to Tequila's Pay Per View event last night, while undercover, with the hopes of getting concrete evidence to pin them with, as the club had been suspected of drug dealing for a while, but, things hadn't gone as he'd hoped or planned. Not even in the least.".. I have bad news… And, then I have worse news.."Ruby looked confused. "The fuck, Snyder? Nothing good?"He shook his head regretfully. "I'm afraid not."Ruby had taken a seat, pondered for a moment, and then straightened up on Snyder's rickety couch to brace herself and prepare to receive the news."Alright then.. Spill it, Snyder", she said finally, after going through her anticipation ritual.Another deep breath from Snyder."Okay, so. The bad news is. I didn't see any drug play or sales going down. So, I got nothing.."Ruby had a look on her face that said, 'What could be worse?' "And…?"Snyder shut his eyes. "Promise you won't laugh.."Ruby's face was already forming a subtle smile. "Wait. Is this worse news or funny news? Cus, I'm not sure why I have to promise not to laugh.."".. Just promise, Ruby.." Snyder still had his eyes closed.Already chuckling, Ruby said, "Okay, Snyder. I promise..""Okay. So, the other news is… The stripper who performed last night, her name was Coochie, I think. She was really good.. And.. Towards the end of her performance, she.. she stuck her hand in her pussy and asked anyone who wanted a taste to
The secret destination that Mercedes had just arrived at was a house on the outskirts of the city of Los Angeles, and what she had stashed away in this house was her little sister, Daniella, whose birthday was today. Daniella and Mercedes had been born to the same parents, with Mercedes being the older one, due to being born 14 years earlier. They had both had to witness the abject poverty in their family which had led to their father taking a loan from Aleksandr Matiç, the same loan which their father had been unable to repay, and which had subsequently forced them into to a life of servitude, dependence and oppression by the ruthless Serbian. Mercedes, however, had hidden Daniella from Aleksandr's knowledge and radar, going to extreme lengths such as, locking her away from the world in a room which she was prohibited from leaving, not letting her even go to school, to prevent her being kidnapped, paying the room's rent through snaky means because Aleksandr kept eyes on her finance
The knocking on the door continued, and sure enough, the tension rose accordingly and sporadically."Stay.. Here.."It was a simple, two word instruction from Mercedes to Daniella that didn't need any reiteration or explanation. She had wrapped her right palm over the mouth of the whimpering 14 year old, in an attempt to stifle the sound of her cries and prevent them from reaching the ears of whoever was at the door.Daniella nodded, to indicate that she fully understood the words that were being said to her, and when Mercedes was certain that her message had been efficiently passed across, she freed Daniella's mouth, left the room - locking it firmly behind her - grabbing a nearby baseball bat that had been kept for situations like this one, and then, she stealthily moved towards the door.Whoever was on the other side of the door was probably an intruder who had trailed her all the way here. Could it be the men from the Accord? She'd believed she had lost them, but what if they had
40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone. Gio, as he was fondly called, the only child of Don Fabrizio Colpani, underboss of the Uomini Marrone and undisputable heir to the mob crew, who was reputed to be the best marksman in the family, wasn't currently speeding because he was accelerator happy or simply a reckless driver, but because, lately, he had begun to get increasingly frustrated with his father, Don Fabrizio Colpani, and his various administrative choices, which seemed to be tilted only towards the goal of satisfying the Don's personal gratifications, neglecting the bigger picture
Being trained by experts in jujitsu since childhood and mastering many other forma of combat were irrelevant in a fight with no rules, against aggrieved and muscular men, and Giovanni Colpani was finding this out first hand, as, he was being tossed around by the four brutal men who'd waylaid him at the pub.Presently, their boss, the man who'd thrown the first punch at him, had hoisted him up into the air and slammed him down onto one of the tables, instantly splitting it in two, and leaving Gio writhing in pain.As he was down, one of the men who had a dagger tried to pin him down with it, but, he lifted his two legs, gripped the man's arm and then used his hands to forcefully wrestle the blade from him. At this point, one of the other men, seeing that Gio had overpowered his colleague, rushed forward, but to his own peril, because Gio performed a swift kick up, hit the first man in the jaw with the blade handle and then drove the blade into the abdomen of the onrushing man. Groaning
A box of cereal. And another one. And, oh yes, yet another box of cereal. The cart was slowly getting filled with one brand of needless junk after another.Shopping was one of the avenues through which Mercedes spent all the money she got from Tequila which she didn't know what to do with, released pent up stress, and most importantly, allowed herself room to breathe and think.Yes, she was definitely being followed, but today, she really didn't care, not wanting to add to her already overflowing list of anxieties.It had been a busy week, with her top-tier performance at the Pay Per View event, to Daniella's birthday, hushed as it was, and it still promised to be even busier, with another Pay Per View coming up in two days, which was supposed to be her second scheduled performance of the week, when she would once again be expected and aiming to captivate and intrigue grown men, who would be willing to spend their entire month's pay to see her shake her butt and touch herself. A pity,
Unable to run quicker than a well built man in his early thirties who still went jogging every morning and who had chased criminals down dark, narrow alleys more times than he could count, Mercedes had been easily caught up with by FBI Agent Snyder, who had been stalking her for a while, in the name of investigative duties.At this time, she had been left with no other choice than getting into his car and agreeing to a questioning, after he had flashed his badge and threatened to arrest her.Presently, he had locked all the doors and gotten his tape recorder out, placing it on the dashboard."Name, please.." He said.Rolling her tongue around inside her mouth, feeling her teeth and coming to the annoying realization that she would have to answer whatever questions this federal agent had to throw at her, Mercedes took a deep breath before saying, "Mercedes Gomez."Agent Snyder smiled slyly before adding, "Not Coochie, no?""'Coochie' is not my name, young man. I've told you my name, so
It was yet another night of work for Mercedes, or, as she was known and called in this life of hers, Coochie. There was another Pay Per View event at Tequila and she, as expected, was supposed to be the center of attraction, and the main event. And so, she had left her two bedroom apartment early, in a bid to get to the club on time and then have enough prep time backstage as she could get before the show would begin in earnest.However, from the moment she'd walked into the building that cool evening in her winter coat, leather pants and boots, she could feel that something, somewhere wasn't right. From the fact that she'd been asked to go in through the back door, to the way the bouncer at the aforementioned back door sharply turned away when he spotted her, and then, crowning it all was the way Andrej had waved almost eerily while smiling weirdly at her from his office's balcony which overlooked the entrance to the strippers' backstage area. He'd never waved at her before then. Wha