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Subject: {ASSM} Hitwife Pt3 (F/M+, Violence, Rape, murder, FemDom, CP, crime)
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F/M+, Violence, Rape, murder, FemDom, CP, crime

Copyright: Rachael P. Ross 2004 all rights reserved. This story may be
archived and/or reposted so long as my name, email rache696@yahoo.com
and this notice are included in the message body. Intended for the
FREE and private entertainment of mature audiences only. Keep out of
reach of children. All events and characters are fictitious for the
most part, any coincidences are probably coincidental. Any that
aren't, I will deny unto my denying breath.

=->+<-=

Hitwife (Part III)
Fiction by rache

I didn't know what happened but I was probably gonna wind up in a
hole, or digging a hole, I wouldn't know which until it was too late
to do anything about it. If there was any good news at all it was that
maybe Bert and the Don were coming to their senses.

"Problems?" Jimmy was looking at me.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "You guys take care of my fiancé get him
drunk, get him laid." Jimmy nodded. "And make sure he wears a rubber!"

"Sure." Jimmy grinned and left the room.

I managed to scrounge up a decent dress, black and strapless, put my
.380 on my thigh, my hushpuppy in my purse, and fixed my face. I
checked my pad, it was clean, so at least my period had stopped. Four
days was short, but I wasn't complaining. I called Tony the Barber and
told him I wanted that kid I was with earlier to meet me at the Pony,
a little joint a couple block's from Mixie's in the Queens. "Make sure
he's dressed right, too. Like a fuckin date." I warned him.

I was stressing a little. Partly from PMS, partly from moving, a
little maybe because it was just really sinking in that I was getting
married in two days, and mostly because I was sure I was gonna get
whacked. I had that little paranoid voice in my head telling me that
Bert was thinking I'd been wrong about Vic, maybe on purpose, because
I hated the guy. I imagined Vic talking to Bert, or the Don maybe,
telling them that it was really me making the move. That I'd just
covered my tracks, blamed it on Vic, and was just waiting to try
something else. It was crazy and it made no real sense, but it
frightened me a little, because it was the things that didn't make
sense that got you killed in this business.

But there was nothing I could do.

I picked up Tommy and he looked good. He got into the car and smiled
at me. "Hi Rache, wow! You look great!"

"Thanks." I smiled too. 

"I, uh didn't have a lot of time, but I got you this." I noticed for
the first time that he was carrying a single long stemmed rose.

"What's that for?" I laughed.

"Huh?" He looked confused. "Tony, he said um, we were going out, on a
date."

I rolled my eyes, wondering how the wops ever got off fucking Sicily,
we were so stupid sometimes. "I told Tony to dress you like we're
going on a date." I looked at him. "This is business."

"Oh." He looked suddenly very sad. "But, uh, you like the rose
anyways, right?"

I stopped at a red light and took the opportunity to lean over. I put
my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. "It's
very sweet, Tommy." I breathed and then we kissed deeply until someone
behind us honked impatiently.

"Mmmm..." Tommy was all smiles again. God he was sexy.

"Maybe after business we can do something about that rose, okay?" I
rubbed his leg and pulled up in front of Mixie's, a little club that
Vic owned. "Right now you keep your eyes open and your mouth shut. You
loaded?"

"Always." He patted the .38 in a shoulder holster.

"Good, leave it in there." I took a deep breath and got out, walking
into the club with Tommy close behind.

"Rache...Hey Rache...Hi Babe...Rachael, how ya goin?...Hi Rache..." A half
dozen people greeted me as I walked through the club. It was lively
and there were a lot of customers, mostly civilians, but quite a few
wise guys too, out with their girlfriends. I walked through to the
back and up a curving stairway to Vic's office. He had a guy standing
outside who knocked for me and let me in, leaving Tommy to wait
outside.

I smiled and walked in to give the rising Bert a hug. I let out the
breath I was holding, if I was gonna be whacked it would have happened
as soon as I walked through the door. I never even would have known it
happened, I'd just be dead.

"Rachael, nice to see you again." Bert kissed my cheeks and grabbed my
ass affectionately.

"Always good to see you, Mr. Capris." I smiled.

"Mr. Capris, is it?" Bert laughed. "She thought she was getting
clipped!"

"That's cute." Vic said, smiling beneath his cold unfriendly eyes.

"Vic, nice place." I shook hands with him.

"It pays good." Vic nodded and we all sat down. 

There were two guys against the wall, Ritchie and someone else, both
Bert's. The guy outside would have to be Vic's.

"So..." I looked at Bert expectantly.

But it was Vic who did the talking. "Danny Pats did Carmine. I got the
word from his gun, a contractor named Riggio. He said Danny paid him 2
grand for the job, no questions."

"I know Riggio." I didn't add that I thought he was a dirtbag who'd do
his own mother for a dime. "Why'd Danny go out of town?" Riggio was
from Pittsburgh. "Why not just do it himself?"

"Yeah, why?" Bert smiled. "That's what we were wondering."

"And why Danny ordered the hit the same day you found Frankie and the
coke." Vic stared at me.

I stared back. Everything was pointing to Danny now. Carmine had been
Danny's boy anyway, so they set up the deal to steal a million dollars
worth of coke. It falls through and Danny cuts the only tie between
himself and the job. Carmine's dead, he points his finger at Vic, Vic
points at him, and nobody can prove one way or the other. The only
thing that really bothered me was Riggio, why was he still breathing?

"Where Riggio?" I asked.

"Back in Pittsburgh." Vic nodded. "He got the word off the street that
some people were interested in Carmine so he figured coming clean was
safer than forgetting about it."

"He talk to you Bert?" I looked at the old man.

"He called me." Vic said, giving Bert a quick glance and then boring
into my eyes with his, daring me to say what was on my mind.

Riggio called you." I shook my head slightly. "Now why would he do
that?"

"What's a matter? You pissed cause I got a little something before
you, Rache?" He looked like a shark.

"You know Vic, you never know when to shut the fuck up."  I slipped my
hand into the slit of my skirt, down between my thighs. It was getting
tense in that little room.

"I know better than you." He gloated. "One of these days Princess..."

"Alright." Bert held up his hand, though I sensed he was enjoying this
little contest. "We're all friends here."

"You gotta watch that pet of yours, Bert, she's liable to get hit by a
car crossing the street." Vic chuckled.

Oh, the subtle wit of Vic the Prick. So that's the way he wanted it.
No matter what else happened at this meeting, it was clear that I was
going to have to bury the bastard before he buried me. Bert wasn't
stopping it either, he'd probably figured it had already gone too far
anyway. At least now I knew. Vic really was pretty stupid.

"Maybe I should pay Riggio a little visit." I was talking to Bert, but
staring at Vic. "Just to get his story straight."

"Maybe you should get on your fuckin knees and..."

"You ain't the Don yet you piece of shit!" I stood up just as Vic
started reaching in his desk and I had my .380 pointed at his face,
freezing him. "Give me the word Bert."

"That's what I love about you, Rache." Bert was laughing. "You always
say what's on your mind."

Vic was staring at me with a look of pure hatred in his eyes. "Bert?"
His voice was uncertain suddenly. "You gonna let the bitch get away
with this?"

"Ritchie." Bert nodded with his head and the button walked over,
reaching slowly in front of Vic, taking the pistol out of the drawer
and handing it to Bert. "I talked to Mr. Riggio, Vic, and he told me
the same thing."

Vic exhaled a little and I thought I saw a little smile.

"Until Ritchie put his hand in a garbage disposal." Vic looked at Bert
then, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "Then he
told me it was you, not Danny, and you gave him an extra grand just to
finger Pats."

"No, Bert...Mr. Capris, look he set me up here..."

Bert waved at him to shut up. "I figured you'd want to be here, Rache.
Kind of an early wedding present." He smiled at me. "We're still on
for tomorrow, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it, Bert."

"Good." He stood up, handing the pistol to Ritchie and kissing me on
the cheek. He smiled, "Good bye Vic." The old Consigliore walked
across the room, his two guys following.

Ritchie paused briefly, handing me Vic's gun and giving me a little
wink. "See you tomorrow night, Rachael." He was cute.

"Send Tommy in on your way out, would ya, Ritchie?" He nodded and I
knew they'd take care of Vic's boy outside too.

Tommy stepped in and looked at me holding two guns on the Boss of
Queens. "Holy shit! That was Mr. Capris." Tommy grinned at me. "And
that's..."

"Vic the Prick." I answered drolly, handing him Vic's gun. "If he
moves shoot him."

"Rachael, look...I know we never really hit it off, but I swear, this is
all a misunderstanding..."

I was nodding my head as I screwed the silencer on the hushpuppy. "Say
hello to Carmine for me." I was going to enjoy this.

THUP...THUP...THUP...THUP

I shot him 4 times in the chest with the little .22 and then walked to
where Vic sat, his breathing was labored and raspy as blood spilled
out of his lungs. He looked at me dumbly and I pushed the gun into his
open mouth and pulled the trigger...

THUP!

...angling upward so the bullet went into his brain, bouncing around in
his cranium without exiting.

"Goddamn." Tommy breathed as I took my gun apart and put it back in my
purse. I looked at him and smiled. "What do we do now?" he asked.

I straightened my dress and checked myself in a mirror hanging on the
wall. "Well, first we go eat, and then I feel like dancing." I glanced
at my date. "You do know how to dance, right?"

"Oh hell yeah, I'm from Brooklyn!" He grinned.

"And then, if you dance real good, we're going to fuck until we can't
see straight." I jerked my head at the door.

"Oh shit, yeah, Rache!" He fairly ran to open the door for me.

We went to dinner at the New York Strip, which was a first class
restaurant just off Broadway. Tommy kept me entertained, talking about
his old neighborhood mostly, which made it easy for me to relax. Poor
Vic, I couldn't believe how stupid he'd been. He should have whacked
Riggio the first chance he got and just let things play out. But he
had to get cute and push it. It was going to be trouble, clipping a
boss, some of his boys wouldn't take it well. He had a kid running
around too, an illegitimate bastard who was just out of high school.
He'd need some watching.

I didn't know who the Don was going to give Queens to either. It was
never good leaving a hole, one of the other families was bound to move
and take up the slack. But Bert knew enough to deal with that, I
figured he'd already had someone before we'd even sat down with Vic.
Probably since Monday when I'd told the old man that I was sure Vic
was dirty. I'd never been wrong, that was why I got the calls. I still
needed to sit down with Danny. He and I got along okay, but he didn't
trust me. I didn't know if it was because I was a woman, or too damn
young, or both, but he'd made it plain he thought I had no business
being in the family. I needed to straighten him out.

"You got a girlfriend, Tommy?" I asked him later, we were going to a
dance club in Manhatten. I'd decided I'd feel safer on my own turf. It
was new place mostly Goth/Techno with a stage. Swan was playing
tonight, Billy Corgan's new band, and the line outside was ridiculous.
We walked past everyone, moving toward the velvet ropes.

"Yeah, I gotta girl." Tommy had his arm around me. "But I forget her
name." He nuzzled my ear and I laughed.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Some guy in a double breasted
suit with his girlfriend, dressed in diamonds, gave us a look as we
pushed by. We ignored them.

"Bitch!" The girl said.

We were almost at the doors, maybe 10 yards further down the sidewalk,
and I sighed as Tommy turned around. I stood there, wondering why boys
had to be boys sometimes. But it would be interesting to see Tommy
trying to impress me. "Keep it in your pants, Tommy." Was the only
advice I gave him.

Tommy smiled at me and then turned to the couple. "Excuse me?" Tommy
was about 5'10" and real pretty, like I said before. The guy was a
couple inches taller, blonde and blue, with a lot of jewelry. I
figured him for somebody's kid and he had a girlfriend to impress too.

"There's a line pal." The guy looked down at Tommy and put his arm
protectively around his girl.

Tommy ignored the guy and stared at the woman. She was beautiful, in
an aristocratic sort of way, like she might have married a Kennedy if
there were any available. "What the fuck did you say?"

"What?" She looked at Tommy in disbelief.

"Say it again, cunt." Tommy glared at her.

"You better back off, man." The guy started moving his girl behind
him.

"Say it again." The girl was hiding now, barely peeking around her
boyfriend. "Go on," Tommy dared, "just say it, slut."

"Look, man..." The guy gave Tommy a little push and that was all it
took.

Tommy hit him in the jaw, snapping the guy's head back and then gave
him a good hard shot to the solar plexus, doubling the guy over. Tommy
brought his knee up into blondie's nose, while he pulled the poor guys
head down. There was a loud sickening crunch as some bones cracked and
the guy dropped to the sidewalk. It had taken all of 3 seconds,
probably less.

The girl stood there, staring and Tommy dusted himself off. "I see you
in Manhatten again and you're fucking dead." Tommy spit on the guy and
kicked him in the head.

"Oh my God! Jamie!" The girl knelt down and her boyfriend just
groaned.

Tommy looked at the girl and shook his head, turning back to put his
arm around me. "They probably live here." I grinned at Tommy.

"Then they better fuckin' move." Tommy gave me a little squeeze and we
walked up to the doormen, 2 big guys dressed sharp, and another big
guy holding a clipboard.

"Name?" The guy with the clipboard sounded disinterested, like he
didn't really believe we should have been bothering him. But then he
had to deal with a couple hundred people trying to get past him every
night.

"Tommy Figaro." He smiled.

The guy ran his finger down the page, flipping it over. "Nope."

"No?" Tommy looked shocked. "You know who I am?"

The other two guys looked over, wondering if there was going to be
trouble.

"No. You're gonna have to wait, sir."

"You know who I work for?" Tommy was distinctly unhappy and I was
getting bored. "Tony the Barber? Ring any bells, jack off?"

"He ain't on the list either. Now beat it before you embarrass
yourself."

"He works for me." I rolled my eyes. "Rachael Rossi."

One of the other guys looked at me.

"So?" This guy with the clipboard was dense.

"Miss Rossi, it's a pleasure. I'm Dave and I apologize, we, uh, didn't
know you were coming." The guy who knew my name stepped forward
quickly, unclipping the rope and smiling nervously. "Please, come this
way, I'll show you to your table. We're really very sorry, Carl is
new, it won't happen again."

Carl, the guy with the clipboard, didn't have a clue what the fuss was
about. Tommy looked a little downcast, so I put my arm through his and
pulled him tight as we entered. "Don't take it so hard, Tommy, the
guy's new." I giggled, but I knew he was embarrassed, not getting
respect in his own neighborhood like that.

All the good clubs in Manhatten paid respect. It kept their deliveries
on time, the cops off their backs, pimps and dealers stayed a
respectable distance, and the place didn't burn down. It was good
insurance and a place like this put up $1500 a week. Nobody opened a
joint in Manhatten without talking to me, or Sonny Sabo, who worked
for the Bardino Family. We shared Manhatten in an uneasy sort of
truce, the lines had been laid out after the last real war and for the
most part we stuck to it.

I came to a decision before we even sat down. "I want to see Mr.
Loris." I told our escort, having to shout above the music. Dave
nodded, taking us behind a large bar and into a hallway, then up some
stairs, pausing to knock at a door marked `Manager's Office' and
beneath that, `Peter Loris' the guy opened the door and let us in. It
was quiet in the office, spacious with a large picture window looking
out over the stage and the dance floor. Another wall had several TV
monitors, showing the crowd outside the entrance, the bar, the crowd,
and the stairway outside.

"Rache." Loris was standing up and smiling, walking over to shake my
hand. There was a stunning young woman sitting on a red leather
loveseat in front of the big desk, she looked at us and started
powdering her nose.

"Peter." I smiled. "This is my associate, Tommy Figaro." He shook
Tommy's hand too, exchanging pleasantries.

Dave was leaning against the closed door, frowning. He was probably
thinking I was going to clip somebody, probably Carl, and the thought
almost made me laugh.

"Come, please, sit down. Would you like some champagne?" Loris looked
at us and waved at the girl. "Amy, get some champagne, Dave help her."
He watched the girl get up reluctantly, snapping her little compact
closed and Dave escorted her out of the room, closing it behind them.
"Now, what can I do for you Rache?"

"Tommy's going to be collecting from now on, you got problems you go
through him." I could feel Tommy's eyes on me, the kid was surprised,
but I ignored it for the moment.

"Okay, I'll get the word out." Loris was nodding.

"Give him a number, Tommy."

"Here." Tommy had his own business cards and I almost giggled. "My
office, home, and cel are on there. I'll be around every Tuesday, 1pm
sharp, you run late and it's 8 points off the top."

"We're not late." Loris promised.

"You have any problems Peter?" I asked him.

"Yeah, matter of fact, I was meaning to call you. We've been trying to
get some parking, get our valet service up. There's a lot around back,
maybe you saw it, a dry cleaning place. I made `em some offers, you
know, and I thought we had a deal. Now some guy named Joey Meese...?"
Loris dug in a little wallet and found a card. "Yeah, Joseph Meese. A
lawyer, he's working the deal and every fucking time I get that
cocksucker on the phone it goes up." He handed the card to Tommy.

"I can handle this, Mr. Loris." Tommy smiled and pocketed the card.

"Thanks Tommy."  Loris nodded.

"Now, I think it's time for some dancing." I stood up and the two men
did the same. "Always nice to see you, Peter."

"All mine, Rache." He walked us to the door.

"Oh, Peter." Tommy turned around. "One thing. Next time I come here,
if my name isn't on the list..."

"Whoa! Say no more, it's done..." Loris held up his hands. "My regular
guy is out sick, you know him Rache, Eddie Summers?" I nodded, I knew
Eddie, he used to break legs for Charlie. "That new guy, Carl..." Peter
shook his head. "He's from Coney Island, doesn't know shit about shit.
I'll straighten him up."

"Good." Tommy smiled and shook Peter's hand. "I feel better already."

"You giving me this joint, Rache?" Tommy was all smiles as we made our
way back to the club proper. "I won't let you down, really, all I ever
wanted was to work for you." We checked Tommy's jacket and my purse.

"Tommy..." I looked at him.

"Yeah, Rache?"

"Shut up and dance." He grinned and I giggled, finally feeling good as
we found ourselves in the middle of a hundred other people, all moving
to the loud beat pressing against us, driving us to move. I hadn't
been dancing in ages and I loved it.

Tommy was a good dancer too, and he liked it close, which I didn't
mind one bit. All the excitement at Vic's had gotten me warm, the way
it always does, and I pressed my back against Tommy's chest, working
my ass against his crotch while he rubbed my body from my hard nipples
down to the tops of my thighs. I could feel his hardness, working
against me, and I dry fucked him in the middle of all those people,
under the dazzling lights.

Tommy had worked my skirt up in the back, exposing the thong I was
wearing and I moaned, sweating and breathless. I turned my head and
reach up to pull his mouth to me, kissing him as we moved, heedless of
the people around us. Corgan was doing a soft acoustic medley of
Today/1979/Adore and the lights were low when I felt Tommy pushing his
exposed cock into my soaking pussy. He was nice and big, just like I
knew he'd be and I had my arms over my head, behind me to hug his neck
while we slowly fucked in the middle of the crowd. We just moved
together, swaying slowly, my ass doing little a grind against him as
he rocked himself a fraction in and out.

It didn't take long to make me cum, especially with Tommy's hands on
my tits, squeezing them and thumbing my prominent hard nipples through
the sheer material of my dress. I was gasping and jamming myself down
on that sweet impalement, my cunt muscles contracting around him and
it was a moment later I felt Tommy giving it up, groaning and shooting
his seed deep inside me. God what a glorious fuck that was and I
nearly collapsed with the pleasure of it. I turned my head again,
kissing Tommy hard, sucking his tongue with the man's cock still
embedded inside me. I heard some people whispering as the music
stopped momentarily, but I didn't care. I was the Capo Regime of
Manhatten, this was my town and I could do whatever I wanted. If that
meant fucking my boy-toy in the middle of a club, so be it.

The lights had come up and the band was launching into Bullets With
Butterfly Wings and I separated from Tommy, both of us flushed and
smiling and fixing our clothes. I pulled my thong back in place,
feeling our fuck juices running down my legs as we started dancing
like normal people. I love that song.

Tommy leaned close to me at one point, his eyes shining. "I love you."
He told me, yelling it into my ear and I smiled at him, shaking my
head.

We danced for a good half hour before we needed a break. Dave had set
us up with a reserved table in a decent spot to see the stage, up on
the mezzanine looking down on the crowd. Matt Damon and Ben Affleck
were sitting a few feet away, along with a couple girls who looked
like they were doing tampon commercials. On the other side of us I saw
Derek Jeter sitting with a couple girls who weren't even that shy. I
thought about asking for his autograph, not because I knew anything
about baseball, but just because he was definitely hot. The Prince of
New York. Jeter was a made guy and he didn't even know it, but if he
ever signed with another team, I'd clip him myself.
  
We drank champagne and laughed a lot, Tommy and I, thoroughly enjoying
ourselves now. During a break in the music Loris came up to give
personals to the VIPs. He started with me, just shaking Tommy's hand
and kissing me on the cheek. I might not have been the most famous or
richest person there, not by a long shot, but I was an act of God
waiting to happen and Loris knew it. He made his way to Jeter next,
and then around the tables in order of importance. It was a nice touch
and I could see why his club was so popular. It got my mind back on
business.

"I'm going to bring you up." I told Tommy. "Into my crew."

He nodded. "I figured that, thanks." He really didn't know what to say
and I'd just as soon he didn't say anything, so I held up my hand to
keep him quiet.

"I've been short a guy since Little Paulie fucked up." I stared into
Tommy's eyes. "You ain't a made guy yet, remember that. I haven't told
my boys yet, so just keep your mouth shut and your ears open. I'm
gonna have you driving me and doing collections."

He nodded. "Okay."

"What's your girlfriend's name?"

"Clarice." He looked at me. "She goes to Julliard, plays the violin."
He shrugged.

"You fuck Clarice, you wear a rubber. Got it? You fuck anybody but me,
you stay clean...and you better not be fucking anybody but me and
Clarice, you got that? I'll give you one girl, but that's it. I don't
share too good."

"Okay, yeah, I heard that." He nodded.

"You heard what?"

"About the condom thing, shit Rache, Sal told me he don't even fuck
his wife no more without a raincoat." Tommy laughed and it made me
grin. "Serious though, Rache, I'll give my bitch up, I love you."

"No, you keep the girl, spoil her." I rubbed his hand. "I'm getting
married on Saturday, you bring her to the reception, I want to meet
her."

"Uh, okay."

"This girlfriend, is she at your place?" 

"Yeah, we live together up in the village." He grinned a little
sheepishly. "It's her place, technically."

"The village?" I laughed at him. "Okay, let's go to my place."

We were in the middle of our third good fuck of the night, fourth if
you count the club, when I heard the boys coming in with Paul. It was
3:52am according to the little clock next to the bed and I was on my
hands and knees with Tommy kneeling behind me, sliding his beautiful
prick in and out of me easily. He paused and I looked over my shoulder
at him.

"Don't stop, baby, just keep going." I was panting because I'd been
cumming over and over again, seemingly without stop for the last hour
or so, having reached some emotional-physical-psychological plateau
that I'd never even dreamt existed. Whatever this kid was doing to me,
oh fuck! I wished he'd never stop.

The bedroom door opened and Paul staggered into the bedroom, smiling
and giggling like a drunken schoolgirl. His clothes were a mess and he
had 6 different shades of lipstick all over his handsome face. I
guessed his bachelor party had been a success. He stopped abruptly
when he saw me with Tommy's large erection working slowly in and out
of my glistening cunt.

"R-R-Rashael?" His eyes opened wide and he blinked as Tommy and I both
turned to look at him. "Wha's going on?"

"Tommy, this is my fiancé, Paul." I sighed. "Paul...mmmm....this is Tommy
Figaro, my...uh...driver." I was moaning softly as the experience of
having Paul see me getting fucked like this brought another little
climax.

"How ya doin?" Tommy asked, never missing a stroke.

"Tha-Tha's my wife...you're drivin'." Paul slurred just a little. He
shook his head and turned around, wandering out of the room mumbling
drunkenly and I giggled.

"You're gonna marry that guy?" Tommy jammed his long prick inside me
hard, as if to make his point.

"Oh!" I gasped. "Yeah, don't worry about it, he's a sweetie."

Tommy just laughed.

We slept until noon, when the phone woke me up. Tommy was spooning me,
his chest to my back and his morning erection pressing against my ass.
I moved slightly, reaching for the phone and he sighed in his sleep,
pushing slightly with his hips and I spread my legs slightly, feeling
the thick dry head pressing against nicely against my anus.

"Yeah." I said softly.

"Rache? Tony...You comin in today?"

"No, I got..." I shifted a bit as Tommy pushed again in his sleep. "I
got stuff to do. Why?"

"We got a problem with Manny, I tried to fix it, but he wants to talk
to you." Tony sounded apologetic. Manny was a union guy connected with
Vic, we'd had an accommodation for some trucks, now Vic was dead so...
"He wants a new deal."

"What are we giving him now?" My brain was a little fogged.

"We give him 3 bills a week." That was for schedules, invoices and
insurance, police reports, that kind of thing. We pulled a lot of good
stuff down from lost trucks and he made sure we found the right ones.

"That's enough." I thought.

"Yeah, that's what I said." Tony sounded a little pissed. "He told me
if we don't work this thing he'll go to Sonny."

"Who else we got?"

"I can move Fredo up."

"Okay." I couldn't take anymore and I worked a big wet gob of spit in
my mouth and caught it in my hand, rubbing it across my asshole and
Tommy's prick. I groaned as I worked the cockhead into my tight ass.

"You okay there?"

"Yeah." I sighed as Tommy started waking up, pushing harder and
stretching my ass as he pushed harder. "Call Manny, tell him I'll meet
him at 4 this afternoon, at that gas station, that Texaco just off the
expressway on 89th, you know the one? Yeah, that's it. I'll be at De
Vinci's after that...Yeah, you coming? Okay."

I covered the phone and let out a loud moan as my burning ass gave way
to Tommy's cock and he finally buried himself balls deep inside me. He
kissed my neck and reached around to play with my tits while he
started fucking me good and slow.

 "Fuck that hurts!" I finally gasped into the phone. "Anything else,
Tony?"

"Yeah, nobody's seen Tommy since yesterday, is he with you?"

"Ohhhh...uh-huh!" I bit my lip and pushed my ass back onto him.

"That's what I figured." Tony chuckled. "Cocky kid, ain't he?"

"Yeah...nice and cocky!" I hung up the phone and concentrated on getting
my ass totally fucked by my newest boy.

Tommy pushed me over so I was laying on my stomach and proceeded to
ream my tender asshole hard. It was just what I needed to get me
started and before long I had my hand underneath me, rubbing my clit
to a sweet orgasm. About the time I started getting off nice I heard
the door open and Paul was there, staring in shock.

"You're still doing it?" He croaked.

Tommy glanced at him. "Hey Paulie, how ya doin?"

I giggled, unable to stop myself. It must have looked like we'd been
fucking since Paul came stumbling in at 4am.

"Rachael, please...I...I can't believe you're doing this." He must have
been pretty hung over and he looked positively terrible standing
there, still dressed from the night before. "We're getting...married."
His voice was pleading, as though there were any way I could stop what
Tommy was doing to me.

"Oh! Yeah...Don't stop Tommy!" I breathed. "Paul...uh!...Look...if this is
gonna...ahhh! Fuck yeah, baby!...gonna be a problem then,
ummmmmmm...oh....we need to do... Ahh! Tommy! Yeah...harder now!...we need to
do something....about it...Ahhhh godamn! That feels so good!...Uh-huh
huh...oh!" I lost my train of thought as I started cumming again.

"You ready, Rache?" Tommy was huffing and puffing above me. "I'm gonna
cum, boss! Oh fuck yeah...I'm gonna fill that tight little ass!" Tommy
grunted and pulled back on my shoulders, bending my back as he rammed
his cock deep in my ass and shot his load, filling me with his sperm.

"Oh God." Paul buried his face in his hands and Tommy collapsed on me,
kissing my neck and ear, feeling his dick still inside me, still
pumping weakly and finally stopping.

"Mmmm...God Tommy, that was sweet!" I turned my head and kissed him, not
caring about our morning breath, or even Paul's deeply worried face as
he stared at us in disbelief.

Tommy slid off of me, rolling over and taking several deep and
satisfied breaths. "There's towels in the bathroom, I think. Wash up
and then see if you can't cook up some breakfast, I'm starving." I
smiled at Tommy. "You can cook, right?"

"Are you kidding, Boss? I'm from Brooklyn!" He grinned and walked into
the bathroom, leaving me alone with Paul.

"Come here, sweetie." I rolled onto my back and spread my arms wide,
inviting Paul to my breast. "Don't be mad, come on."

Reluctantly, he stood up and walked over slowly. "He was making love
to you." Paul closed his eyes. "To your...ass, Rachael."

"I know!" I laughed at him. "It was great! God, that guy can really
fuck, Paul. He made me cum so much last night I thought somebody
clipped me."

"Clipped you?" Paul scratched his head. "Rachael, I don't know if I
can...I mean...I love you so much, but...I'm a man and I don't see how I can
just, not care, you know?"

"Oh." I nodded. "Your jealous?" I reached up and pulled him down to
the bed. "You think I love these guys more than I love you, Paul?" I
played with his hair, and pressed myself against him.

"Well...yeah. Maybe. I don't know, but...uh...I'm going to be your husband
and I know what you said before, but..." The poor man. It was one thing
to discuss it in abstract, quite another I suppose to see it.

"Shhh...I understand, Paul." I smiled and kissed him. "You just have to
understand that I have needs."

"I know, but..."

"And I love you more than anyone else in the whole world."

"I know that too, Rachael, but..."

"And we're getting married tomorrow, so you won't have to worry about
anything, I'll take care of you, I promise."

"I know you will, but..."

"And right now," I told him gently, pushing him down on the bed, "I
really need you to do something for me."

"What do you..."

"Shhh...Just lie down, there you go, and lick all that nasty sperm out
of me, sweetheart." I moved my body so I straddled Paul's face,
positioning my tender asshole over his mouth. "There you go, remember,
I told you that this is what I really loved about you, Paul. You're so
sweet, so good to me." I pulled my tight little butt cheeks apart so I
could really push down on his mouth. "So understanding, baby." I
sighed contentedly as I felt Paul's tongue barely touching my ass.

He was resisting a little, but I reached down and unbuttoned his
pants, finding his flaccid penis and stroking it. "Come on, Paul,
hurry up sweetheart, I need to get ready for work." I played with his
cock, feeling it get hard despite his reluctance. "Do you want me to
suck it for you, Paul?"

"Mmmmpph.." His voice was muffled and I took that as a yes.

"Well, clean me up, baby and I'll give you a little treat, okay?" I
giggled as his penis throbbed and I felt his tongue digging into my
sperm filled ass. "Ohhh yesss....uh-huh!" I was moaning and rocking my
hips against Paul's increasing eagerness as his desire overcame his
natural resistance to sucking another man's sperm from my ass. "Oh,
fuck yeah, Paul...that is so good, baby...I bet you could do this all day
long, huh?"

"Ummpph...Mmmpph!" That sure sounded like a yes to me and I giggled
again, thinking how wonderful it was going to be coming home to this
every night!

Tommy stepped out of the shower and did a little double-take with his
eyes as he realized what Paul was doing. "Goddamn, Boss!" He laughed
and Paul started moving like he wanted to hide, but I just pushed my
ass down harder and squeezed his cock hard. "That Paulie of yours,
he's not a fag is he?"

I stared hard at Tommy and he looked down. "No, he's not a fag, he
just loves me and will do anything to make me happy." I rocked my hips
a little. "I can get a stiff dick anywhere, Tommy, but this...this is
something special."

"I'm sorry Rache, I didn't mean anything disrespectful, I just, uh...it
surprised me is all." He looked up with those sexy eyes, all wide and
hurt. "I think Paul is a lucky man." He said it so sincerely I
actually smiled then.

"Go fix us some breakfast, an egg white omelet or something. We have
an appointment at four. And get Tony on the line, shit, I need him to
pick up my wedding dress." I'd almost forgotten all about that. "It's
at Klingman's, make sure he gets the Versace, the Dolce is for the
church wedding." Tommy was walking out the door. "And the shoes!" I
yelled after him. "And send the boys up here!"

I was still sitting on Paul's face and stroking his little cock, he
was so close to cumming by then, when the boys showed up, looking only
slightly better than my husband had. "Must have been a good party last
night." I smiled at them.

"Holy shit, Rache, is dat da lucky stiff down dere?" Sal stared at my
ass.

"No wonder ya gonna marry that guy, go Paulie!" Jimmy laughed.

"Does he do windows too, Rache?" Lucky was rubbing his chin. "Cause
you know, my wife is always bitchin about getting head and washin the
windows."

I just laughed and shook my head. "You guys shut up already and tell
me about last night." I caressed Paul's balls as he made some muffled
moaning sounds.

"Ah last night, um we went to Lacy's, there on 42nd street, had a few
drinks, you know..." They were all talking at once. "...watchin dose
dancers dey got, ya know deres dat yellow snapper bitch..." "...the
Vietnamese girl, Holy Christ, I think she popped something down here..."
"...she popped Paulie dats fer sure..." "...yeah we told em he was getting,
you know hitched and fuck, Rache, we couldn't fight them bitches off..."
"...Paulie musta fucked every bitch in the joint..." "...he was sayin no,
no, no...but his prick was saying ya ya ya..." "...we made sure he was
wearing a rubber though..." "...ya we told em Rache, no ridin bareback, ya
know..." "...shit, I musta gone to that drugstore 5 times! I got the
receipt here someplace..."

"It was a good party, Rache, you shoulda been there." Lucky finally
finished up. They were all smiles and I felt Paul's mouth working
extra hard to make me happy.

"Okay, good job. Now listen. That kid Tommy is in the crew now, so
treat him nice. He's gonna be my driver for awhile, til he gets
comfortable..." That drew some chuckles. "He's gonna be doing
collections too, just the clubs, so Jimmy you're gonna have to go
through the books with him sometime. Monday morning would be good."

"Right." Jimmy nodded.
 
"Lucky I want you to find Vic's kid, that little bastard is on my mind
and it's buggin' me. You find him today and you and Sal have a sit
down. Don't hurt him, just put some faith in him, okay?"

"You wanna I should whack da kid, Rache?" Sal scratched his head.

"What did I just say?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't hurt him. Whackin'
hurts people, okay?"

Lucky laughed at him. "Salami head!"

"Uh, ya."

"Jimmy, I'm goin to see that union guy Manny at four, you meet me at
the Texaco on 89th, there by the expressway. I'm gonna need a hole for
the prick, something deep." I paused trying to think if I was
forgetting anything.

"Bye-bye Manny." Jimmy shook his head.

"I kinda liked Manny." Lucky shook his head.

"You liked his sister." Jimmy elbowed him.

"Oh yeah." Lucky nodded. "Mandy, what an ass on that bimbo."

"You goin to dat ting tonight, right Rache?" Sal was smiling.

"Yeah, I'll be at De Vinci's all night so if you need me, don't call!"
I grinned. "I got a sit down with the Don, okay?"

"More like a lie down, from what I heard!" Jimmy chuckled.

"Lie down, sit down, you guys spend some time with your wives tonight,
cause I'm getting married tomorrow. Bring `em to the reception if you
want, it's gonna be small. You got the catering set up Lucky?"

"Yeah, you're all set Rache, my brother in law, Lou is takin' care of
it."

"Good." I nodded. "Hmmm...what else...?"

"Hey Rache?" Sal was pointing.

"Huh?"

"I tink da hubby dere stopped breathin." I looked down, I'd forgotten
all about Paul under my ass. He was just so comfortable.

I lifted up a little and looked down. "You okay, honey?" He gasped for
air and nodded. His face was flushed and covered with the remnants of
Tommy's sperm. "Okay, you guys get going, I need some time with my
fiancé."

They filed out and Tommy popped in, carrying a tray with a couple
plates on it, omelets and toast, with a couple cups of coffee, and two
small glasses of orange juice. "Here ya go Rache, I thought maybe
Paulie would be hungry too." He set the tray down on some unopened
cardboard boxes. "Oh, the stuff from Syracuse is here too, they're
moving it all into one of the rooms downstairs. That Beemer is sweet,
you want it in the garage?"

"Yeah, thanks Tommy." I smiled and he disappeared, closing the door
behind him.

I slid off Paul, looking down at him as I stroked his still hard cock.
"So, you just had to fuck all those girls last night, huh?" He closed
his eyes. "Even after I told you what I'd do, you just couldn't
resist. I'm beginning to wonder if you really love me, Paul."

"What? After what I just...did...?" Paul looked shocked that I'd question
him after he so eagerly ate Tommy's cum out of my ass.

"What you just did?" I frowned. "What about last night? I'm just glad
the boys were there to make sure you were using protection!" I
squeezed Paul's cock hard. "At least I know I can trust them."

"You can trust me, Rachael, it was just a big mistake..."

"A mistake?" I looked doubtfully at him.

"Yeah, they...they made me do it...they paid those girls and...and..."

"Oh, so if they paid you to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge, you'd do
that too?" I was jerking his cock harder and he was still stiff,
despite his guilt. "I don't think you even care, Paul, you don't care
at all how that makes me feel, having you making love to a bunch of
strippers."

"What? Rachael!" He protested indignantly. "Of course I care! I just..."

"Then why is your cock so hard, Paul? Are you still thinking about
that woman, what was she? Vietnamese? Are you still thinking about
her? How you made love to her behind my back, in front of my own crew?
Do you know how embarrassing that is for me?"

"I didn't mean..."

"You didn't mean to betray me?"

"No!" he paused. "I mean yes! Damn it Rachael, you know..."

"Oh, I know, you didn't mean to get caught, huh?" I laughed ruefully.

"Look, I'm...I'm sorry, okay?"

"Prove it."

"What?"

"You say you're sorry." I smiled at Paul, speaking gently. "Just prove
it to me."

"How can I..."

"Ask me to punish your balls. That's what's making all the trouble
here, can't you tell? Your adultery, your jealousy, your selfishness,
it's all because of your balls."

"What? I don't..."

"Yes you do." I was stroking his penis faster and I could feel him
getting close again. Precum was running down over my fingers and I
leaned over, breathing across the head, almost touching it with my
lips. "Just admit it, beg me to punish your balls and I'll let you
cum, Paul." I smiled up at him licking my lips. "I'll let you cum in
my mouth, baby, just tell me what you want."

"I, uh..." He took a deep ragged breath. "I want you to..."

"Yes dear?" I pumped my fist slowly, all the way from the tip to the
root of his little 5 inch cock.

"Please, Rachael..."

"Tell me..." I sang softly, stroking him slower now, relaxing my grip as
I felt him starting to throb noticeably.

"Please, punish my...balls for me...they...they're bad."

"Mmmm...that's what I wanted to hear." I put my mouth over the head of
Paul' cock and engulfed him, easily taking him all the way inside. I
held him there as my fist curled around his balls, and I squeezed them
hard, as hard as I could and actually wondering at first if I was
crushing them. He gave a high pitched scream of pain and his cock
suddenly erupted as he orgasmed, spewing his seed into my throat and
down into my belly. It was an excruciating mixture of pain and
pleasure and his hips lifted off the bed as his whole body went
unbelievably tense.

I finally released his balls when he stopped cumming, pulling my mouth
from his cock and taking a deep breath as I watched him curl up into
the fetal position. "Oh, you big sissy!" I giggled at him. "It's all
done with now. I forgive you. Now let's eat before these eggs get any
colder, we have a lot to do today!" I shook my head as Paul just
groaned.

Paul was still nursing his balls when we finished our shower and I
just looked at him as I looked through the big wardrobe cartons that
my clothes were still packed in. Paul was being sullen, like a little
boy who'd been punished for no good reason, and it was pissing me off.
I had so much on my mind, I didn't need to be babysitting his fragile
ego. I'd hoped we'd settled things the other day, but I guess not.
Trying to establish a good D/s relationship took time, more time than
I had.

"Come over here, Paul." But the one good thing was that the man was
just dying to be my subbie little househusband. I watched as he slowly
got off the bed and walked over, entirely too slowly for my taste. I
slapped him hard.

SMACK!!

"Ow! What did you do that for?" His eyes were hurt and he rubbed his
face.

"Because I love you, Paul. Now put these on." I handed him a pair of
my panties, pretty pink ones with a tiny red bow in the front. I stood
there wearing only a towel around my head, with my arms crossed and my
legs slightly spread, watching his face.

"What for? I..." He started, but I cut him short with another slap.

SMACK!!

"We don't have time for this, Paul. Do as I tell you." I stared at him
hard until his eyes lowered.

"Rachael, I can't wear these..." He looked like he was ready to cry. I
couldn't believe this guy was Sicilian sometimes.

SMACK!!

"From now on you'll address me as Mistress, or Miss if you' prefer in
public, but don't you ever use my name again, understand?" I smiled
sweetly. "Now, either you put on those panties, or I get Tommy and
some of the boys up here to help you. You're choice, but either way
you're going to do what I tell you to."

"Yes...Mistress." He said softly and his face was burning with
humiliation as he put my panties on. They were much too small, of
course, and I giggled, adding to his embarrassment.

"Tuck that thing down, there you go." His cock was stiffening and he
gave a little grimace as he pushed it down, flexing his knees a little
as he worked it into a nice little lump. He pulled at the leg bands a
little. "Don't you rip those, Paul!" I admonished him.

"I'm sorry, they're just, uh...tight." He was mumbling.

"I can see that, don't worry, we're going shopping right now anyway.
Tommy?" I yelled, walking over to the door and yelling again. "Tommy!"

I looked at Paul and he was wrapping a towel around himself. "Just put
on your old clothes, we need something nice for tonight and I hate to
even imagine what the movers did to your suits!"

"Yeah, Rache?" Tommy popped his head inside.

"Get the car. We're going to...Hey, where do you get your clothes?" I
looked at Tommy and he was sharp as a razorblade, wearing some... "What
is that, Armani?"

"This? Nah, it's Pascuzzi, an independent down in the village. The
guy's fruity as hell, but he knows how to sew." Tommy grinned and he
was right, it was a nice two piece, just a shade darker than burgundy.

"It looks good." I nodded. "Take us there."

"In the LSC?" Tommy looked at me.

"Let's take the BMW." I patted Paul's cheek. "You don't mind, do you
dear?"

Paul looked like he was going to have kittens. He loved that car, a
cream colored BMW M8 that he'd spent his whole life working to afford.
He'd had it 3 years and only had 13,000 miles on it, it still smelled
brand new. "No..." I stared at him. "Mistress." He added and I smiled.
He was learning.

Tommy didn't say anything when he heard that, he just raised his
eyebrows and I shrugged.

Paul and I rode in the back, I was looking through some books that
Georgie had run over. "This is a great car, Paulie!" Tommy was saying.
"It ain't no caddie, but damn! How much this baby run you?"

"Uh, eighty three five, or so. You uh, might want to go easy on the
clutch there, it's..."

"Eighty three grand? Goddamn Paulie my ma's house don't cost that
much! Well, if she had a house, I set her up with a little place there
in Brooklyn, on Mulberry street, you know, it's nice and..."

"Tommy, what's the deal with Johnny Weeks?" I interrupted.

"Weeks? He's got what, 25 grand out on Madison? Runs a couple tables
for the stiffs up there, lunchtime stuff, I think."

"Yeah...yeah, what's the deal with him?" I already knew all that, I just
didn't know him.

"He's an old guy, likes the ponies, good at it too. I don't know much
else, just met him a couple times with Tony, he seemed okay. Why?"

"He's skimming." I said, taking a deep breath. "Give me a smoke,
Tommy."

"Smoke?" Paul stared at me. "Rachael..."

I grabbed his balls and twisted hard so Paul that doubled over in his
seat. "M-M-Mistress...!" He groaned and I let him go as Tommy lit a
Marlboro and passed it back.

"Weeks? Skimming? He's a good payday, Rache, I don't know about
skimming." Tommy ignored Paul and so did I.

"He's down 14 percent from a year ago, down 30 from two years ago. The
numbers don't lie Tommy and you can't tell me those assholes stopped
betting so much." The problem with the old mob was they went from week
to week, or maybe month to month at the most. They had short memories
and didn't stop to ask `Why?' enough. The good thing was that I wasn't
in the old mob, it would be too bad for Johnny Weeks though. By my
calculations he owed me over a hundred grand and there was going to be
interest.

I was going to need a talk with Tony, since it was his book. I loved
the guy, but missing something like this for over two years was a
major fuck-up, some people were gonna have to pay the piper. I'd give
him the chance to straighten out Weeks, cause if I did it I'd probably
whack the both of them. Like this Manny piece of shit, Tony should
have handled it, but now it was falling in my lap.

"What do you wanna do about him, Boss?" Tommy looked at me in the rear
view mirror.

"I wish you wouldn't, uh, smoke in the car, Mistress." Paul had gotten
his breath back and I looked at him in surprise.

"Paul, honey, this is grown-up talk now." I patted his knee. "You just
be a good boy and suck your thumb."

"Huh?" Paul looked at me.

"I said suck your thumb." I stared into his eyes. "Now!"

Tommy chortled as Paul put his thumb in his mouth, sinking low in the
seat and blushing sweetly. "That's a good boy." I smiled and turned
back to Tommy. "I'm gonna talk to Tony, see if he can't work it,
otherwise..."

"Badabing." Tommy nodded and I shrugged.

We arrived in Greenwich Village around 1:30, which didn't give us a
whole lot of time. Traffic had been terrible and I was regretting that
4:00 meet I'd set up with Manny. But if this fag was as good as Tommy
said he was, maybe he'd have something on hand. Tommy parked the car
in front of the place, ignoring the Loading Only sign, and we walked
in. It was what you might expect, not much on the racks, but a lot of
designs and fabrics, tons of photos, and a rather chubby wop named
Pascuzzi dealing with a couple girls who must have been his
assistants.

"Mr. Figaro!" He held out his arms and smiled. "You looka great!"
Pascuzzi was young, like 23 maybe and that surprised me a little.

"Hey Paz, check it. This is my Boss, Rachael Rossi and her fiancé,
Paulie." He smiled. "Boss, this is Lito Pascuzzi, just off the boat."

"From...?" I smiled and shook his hand, enduring his effeminate little
handshake.

"Milano." He fluttered his hands casually and then embraced my
husband. "Oh! I thinka he likes meeeee!" Paz sang happily as he looked
at the lump in my husband's pants.

Paul turned beet red and tried to pull away and I giggled. "He needs
help, Mr. Pascuzzi, I'm having a bachelorette party tonight and I want
to show off my fiancé, but..." I just looked at Paul and shook my head.

Pascuzzi did the same. "Say no more!" He held up his palm and stuck
out his chin, closing his eyes like he was facing a firing squad. "I
lova da challenge!" He smiled at me. "And how willa you be dressed?

"Well, I won't be." I grinned. "Not for long anyway, but I'll be
walking through the door in a red Gabana."

"Red!" Pascuzzi rubbed his hands together. "I hava just the thing!"

"Excuse me, I need to make a call." I dialed the number for Lucky
while Pascuzzi clicked his fingers for one of the girls and started
talking rapidly. While I was waiting for Lucky to answer I grabbed
Pascuzzi by the arm. "And do you think you could do something about
this..." I tugged the front of Paul's trousers down far enough to expose
his panties. "I don't have time to get him to a Victoria's Secret, do
you think one of your girls could run something down for him?
Something simple, but sexy...I'm sure you...Lucky? Hey!" I cupped the
phone and grinned at Pascuzzi's utterly happy face. "Excuse me..." I
stepped away, feeling Paul's eyes on my back as Pascuzzi and his
girl's undressed him.

"Lucky, I need a car for my Fiancé, yeah...Have Georgie do it, I like
that kid. Here, talk to Tommy." I gave the phone to Tommy.

I walked over to Paul, who had been stripped down to his pink panties
while Pascuzzi massaged my fiancé's barely covered penis. "You wanna
dressa left, or right?" The designer was asking.

"Tommy and I have to take off, there's a man named Georgie coming,
he'll pick you up and bring you to the club." I smiled and looked my
fiancé up and down. "You be a good boy and do whatever Mr. Pascuzzi
tells you to do, understand? Anything at all." I stressed for the
designer's sake as much as Paul's.

"Please, Ra...Mistress, I uh..." He caught my look. "Yes Mistress." Paul
nodded, but he looked very uncomfortable, which pleased me quite a lot
actually.

"Mr. Pascizzi, just send the bill along with my fiancé', I'll make
sure it's taken care of." He nodded, his hand inside my husband's
panties now, stroking gently. "Oh." I rolled my eyes. "And if he gives
you a hard time, don't hesitate to spank him, okay? I'm training him."

"Ifa he gives me a hard time, there wonna be any need for a spanking!"
Pascuzzi laughed and I grinned, grabbing Tommy and leaving my
boyfriend in the queer and capable hands of Signor Pascuzzi.

Back in the car I was sitting up front with Tommy, rubbing his cock
through his trousers. "Goddamn boss, you trying to turn him into a
fag?"

"Tommy, I just wanna be one of the boys, ya know? I wanna do my thing,
make some dough, come home and find a little missus waiting with a
beer and a TV dinner and a pair of peek-a-boo panties." I chuckled.

"Rache." Tommy said seriously, turning to look at me. "I have to tell
you, you ain't never gonna be one of the boys."

I sighed and unzipped his pants, leaning over to give him a blowjob
while we drove back to Manhatten. "I know."

"Ah, shit, Boss! Especially you keep doin that!" He grinned and honked
his horn 3 times just for the hell of it. "You uh, you think he's doin
it? Paulie and that fag right now?"

I pulled my head up, licking my lips. "One thing I learned in this
business, Tommy...You can make anyone do anything, if you just push the
right buttons." I nodded. "Paul's doing it, because he thinks its what
I want him to do. I'm his button." I went back down on Tommy, deep
throating his big cock by accident when we hit a pothole.

"Oh fuck! That's my button, Rache!" He said, and I would have laughed
but I was pretty busy.

We stopped at a little warehouse in the garment district, where a lot
of stuff that gets lost ends up, waiting for a buyer. I did almost all
of my shopping there, mostly because it was all mine. A couple of
Charlie's guys had taken down a truck going to Macy's and I'd seen the
inventory. They'd get a nice cut, I'd get a nice piece too, and then
the rest would get up to the Don. We had a couple lawyers working on
it right now, selling it to Macy's, of course. They'd gotten wholesale
back on the insurance and we were selling it for 30 points on retail,
which wasn't bad for them. All that shit about shoplifters raising
your prices? Pure bullshit to hide their insurance fraud. Bottom line
was, the truck had been worth 490 grand retail when it left the dock,
we were selling it back for 147K, minus a red sequin gown, four pairs
of shoes, 3 hand bags, a clutch, and one black leather jacket that
Tommy had liked.

By then it was time to get to the meet with Manny.

We pulled into the Texaco about quarter to four and they still had an
island for full service. Tommy honked the horn while I got out and
walked over to Jimmy's car, parked by a pay phone at the edge of the
concrete. I got in the back and picked up an old newspaper, looking
through it while Jimmy lit me a cigarette.

"They're pouring concrete out by Hudson Park, a little landfill thing
there." Jimmy passed me the smoke. "Union job, nobody gonna be around
after five, the guy watchin the site is gonna be takin his dinner til
six, he's gonna forget to lock the gate."

"Okay." I settled down to wait, screwing the silencer on my .22 and
putting it inside the newspaper beside me. "How's the trunk?"

"Plastic. Just roll him up." Jimmy looked around. "You wanna do it
here?"

"No, we'll find a spot on the way."

Tommy paid for the gas and parked in front of the mini-mart there at
the gas station, sitting like he was waiting for his girlfriend to buy
her lottery ticket, smoking and tapping his fingers, watching us in
his mirror.

"Here he comes." Jimmy nodded and I saw a Continental pulling in,
stopping a few yards away and I opened my door, sliding over so I sat
behind Jimmy.

Manny was in his 30's but already balding with a big gut. He looked
like the greasy union rep that he was. We paid him to take care of
half a dozen people on the payroll, acting the middleman for
information and cash. He cleared $300 dollars a week doing that, but
with Vic gone, he wanted a new deal. He wanted more.

The guy slid into the seat next to me, breathing heavily and sweating
in his cheap brown suit. I didn't even want to talk to him, but I
didn't want to make a mess in the car either.

"Let's go, Jimmy." I nodded as soon as the door was closed and we
pulled out slowly. "You wanted to talk." I looked at Manny.

"Yeah, hey nice seein you Rache, you look good."

"Thanks." I wasn't smiling.

"Too bad about Vic, huh? My condolences to the family, I hope they
bury the prick who did that terrible thing." He was smiling. Manny
knew I'd pulled the trigger, if not for a fact, then at least through
rumor. The insult was juvenile and I ignored it.

I shrugged. "Tony told me you want a new deal."

"Well, yeah, Rache, you know I gotta tell you I was bringing this up
just last week with Vic, you know, and he was very understanding..."

I pressed my hand against my newspaper, wondering how much longer I'd
have to listen to this bastard.

"But ya know, they're givin the Bronx to Benny and I just don't think
he knows how much you're pullin in down there. Like I bet Vic didn't
know, huh?" He laughed like he had me over a barrel. "Benny's a
standup guy, Rache, but ya know an accommodation can get expensive
when the truth comes out, so I was thinking..."

"That maybe we just do a little deal and nobody knows nothing, except
me, you, and the Don, is that it Manny?" I looked at him.

He did have a point. Vic had been getting a taste, but not nearly as
much as he would have screamed for if he'd known what those trucks
were really worth. I'd heard the news about Benny getting bumped and
he was a good earner, young and hungry, and I also knew he'd be
digging into the books like Vic never did. So this fat ass could tell
me all the bullshit he wanted, the truth was Benny was gonna know
whether Manny dropped the dime or not.

"Somethin like that, yeah." He grinned. "I was thinking like 8 bills
oughta cover it."

"Eight?" I laughed. "You ain't too bright Manny, but you got balls, I
give you that."

"Hey, I got five kids, Rache, I got balls the size of yams." He
chuckled.

"Yams?" I rolled my eyes. "Okay, look Manny, I'll make a deal with ya.
You keep working for 3 bills a week."

There was a pause.

"And?" Manny looked confused, like he was expecting some points or
something.

"And what?" I narrowed my eyes a little like I was confused now. Jimmy
gave a little snicker and Manny glanced at him.

"And...I get what, Rache? I get 3 bills a week now." Manny held his
pudgy hands out.

I nodded. "Yeah, so uh, I'll throw in some pizza, you know, once in
awhile." Jimmy laughed outright at that and Manny just stared at me.

"You're bustin my balls right?" He laughed a little. "Bustin my yams,
huh Rache? Shit." He blinked hard.

"How's it look, Jimmy?" I asked.

"Looks good." We were on an access road, with no traffic except a car
a half mile behind us. The landfill project was about 10 minutes
further up.

Okay." I nodded and picked up my gun, turning around and pressing it
to Manny's ear. "Sit tight Manny." Jimmy was getting out, popping the
trunk and then opening Manny's door. He had his own gun out now too
and Manny just stared at it as he got out of the car.

I followed him and we moved him to the trunk. He was sweating like a
pig and I hoped he wouldn't pee himself. "Rache, uh, three bills a
week is good, huh?" He was looking at the trunk, covered top and
bottom with heavy plastic like a cocoon. "I'm sorry, okay? Look, ya
know, two bills a week is okay, I don't need that much...I got five
kids, Rache!"

"Get in the trunk, I ain't gonna whack ya." I gestured.

"Y-You ain't?" He looked behind me and saw a car coming. The fat pig
started edging away, like he was gonna get help.

"Where you goin, asshole?" Jimmy pushed Manny's head into the trunk.
"Get in before she changes her mind."

Manny took another quick look as the car pulled onto the shoulder
behind us. It was Tommy and he just sat there waiting. The union rep
groaned and huffed a little as he climbed in. "You ain't gonna whack
me right?"

I nodded.

"S-So why do I gotta..." Manny was slow, like I said before.

"Jimmy, shoot this piece of shit."

"Rache...!" Manny started to yell.

BLAM!
BLAM!
BLAM!

"What a whiner." Jimmy slammed the trunk closed.

"No kidding." I unscrewed the silencer, slipping the gun into my
purse, and walked to my car, getting in the passenger seat and Tommy
made a quick U-turn.

"Christ I need a bath." Just sitting next to Manny for half an hour
had made me feel dirty. "How do I look?"

Tommy gave me a little once over. "Like a little canoli, Boss. Good
enough to eat."

I rolled my eyes. "Great. Let's go to the club, I need to get ready."

We got to the Frontier club and it was almost six already. Paul was
there, sitting with a couple morgue hounds, drinking and smiling. He
looked great too, in a dark olive suit that had a soft sheen when he
moved. The bitches were the usual sluts who fluffed wise guys and
looked for treats. They were Friday night party favors and they
scattered as soon as I walked in, doubtless thinking I was going to be
upset finding them crawling all over my fiancé. I ignored them and
smiled at Paul.

"Come here, big boy." I stood there just watching. He was so cute, the
way his smile just disappeared and he took on a look of total guilt.
Paul walked over slowly. "Tommy, get me a diet coke, would ya?" He was
carrying our clothes.

"Hi, Ra...Mistress." He was learning. I adjusted his tie, a nice silk
floral thing, that really made the suit. "Do I look alright?"

"You look great!" I smiled and kissed his cheek. "Good enough to
marry, even." I giggled and put my arm through his. "Did you get a
hair cut?"

"Uh, yeah." Paul nodded and I could tell he didn't really want to talk
about the designer. I wondered what had happened after I'd left. I
decided I'd have to gossip a little when I stopped by to pay Paul's
bill.

Georgie brought my soda to me and I sat down at one of the tables. I
just wanted to relax for a couple minutes, but of course it's never
that easy. Paul took a chair next to me and I rubbed his leg as I
sipped my drink. "We're going to be going to a place called De Vinci's
tonight, we'll be meeting my bosses." I looked at Paul. "They're
calling it a bachelorette party, but it's really just a chance for
them to meet you before we get married tomorrow."

Paul nodded.

"You don't have to worry, okay?" I was saying all this for my own
benefit as much as Paul's. I really was a little nervous. "Just be
yourself and if someone gives you a hard time, just remember they're
doing it in fun, okay?"

"I'm not sure I understand." Paul looked at me.

"Well, some of the guys will want to bust your balls." I giggled as
his eyes widened. "Figuratively speaking." I assured him. "Just to see
how you'll deal with it, okay?"

"Um, okay."

"And, well...you just ignore it. If it's something you can't ignore,
just find me and I'll take care of it. But it's really important you
relax and enjoy yourself. The guys will be bringing their girlfriends
and I'm sure there will be a few who are unattached. In fact, there
will be one woman there, a girl named Mandy, I would especially like
you to meet her. I think you'll like her a lot."

"What?" Paul frowned. "Why?"

"Now what did I say about asking silly questions?" I pinched him.
"Don't worry, I'll introduce you. Just make sure you have some
condoms, okay?"

"I thought you didn't want me to..."

"Oh shush now, you're looking a gift horse in the mouth!" I giggled.

"She isn't the same Mandy the guys were talking about this morning, is
she?"

"You heard that?" I laughed, forgetting all about Lucky's comments
while I sat on Paul's face. I was surprised he'd heard anything.

"Uh, yeah, a little. Something about a guy named Manny and his sister,
Mandy."

"Well, you need to learn not to listen so much, okay? It isn't
healthy." I stared at him. "But yes, as long as you know, Mandy does
have a brother named Manny who works for me." I softened and smiled.
"At least she did."

"Does he...?"

"Fuck me?" I laughed. "Oh no, no...I fucked him once, but believe me, he
didn't enjoy it. Don't worry about him." Paul nodded without really
understanding. "Anyway, it would make me really happy to see you
fucking the daylight's out of Manny's sister tonight."

"Rache!" Paul looked around to see if anyone had heard before turning
to stare at me. "I mean, Mistress..." He looked down quickly and I was
pleased to see he was actually blushing as I shushed the poor dear
with a look.

He was learning.

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End pt 3of3
End of story...until I write "Hitwife Honeymoon"
rache696@yahoo.com

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