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Author: T. H. Barker (Thinking Horndog)
Title: The Gambling Debt
Part: 3 of 21
Universe: The Gambling Debt
Summary: Tony Tomaselli owes his bookie a large amount of money -- and Crazy
Joe Scalese isn't one to sit on his hands and wait for his debtors to show up
with cash!  Leg-breaking tends to be counter-productive, so Crazy Joe
implements an experimental plan that involves not only Tony, but his wife
Gina and their two children!

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The Gambling Debt

Chapter 3

	In the morning, nobody wanted to talk to anybody -- there were too
many guilty secrets hanging over them.  Gina had to make an effort, though,
so she said, "Kids, I'm sorry you had to see and hear that thing last night.
I was very angry with your father over finances -- there has been a lot of
stress over money since he's been out of work and I blamed him for it..."
'And I STILL do,' she added to herself.  "Anyway, I had a pretty bad day
yesterday and it got the better of me.  I apologize."  Said apology was to
the children, however -- not to Tony, who was still in the doghouse.  The
night before, when he tried to cuddle up in bed, she had told Tony, "I really
can't..."  Tony assumed it was trauma from the day, but it went deeper --
Gina honestly didn't know if sex with Tony was going to be possible for her
in the near term -- or the long term, for that matter.  She harbored a lot of
very understandable resentment -- and watching Tony cry like a baby with a
big black cock running in and out of his ass really hadn't helped her
perception of him...

	Seeing that nothing was forthcoming on what she considered to be an
important front, Maria pulled her mother aside just before setting off for
school.  "Mama, I hear that if you take the pill, it helps with cramps during
your period..."

	"I know, but -- are you cramping, honey?" Gina asked.  Gina didn't
take the pill because she didn't like the effects upon her body -- and she
didn't look on the idea with favor for her daughter, either.  Then the lights
came on, more or less independently.  "I'll see if I can get us appointments
with the gynecologist," she promised, thinking, 'God knows both of us may be
having a lot more sex than we want...'  Relieved that one hurdle had been
crossed, Maria headed out the door.

	Tony still didn't have a job -- the interview had gone well, but that
didn't mean he was in and drawing a salary.  In any case, there was no money
coming in -- and without that, they were in trouble -- BIG trouble!

	"What should we do?  Sell the car?" Tony asked, trying to brainstorm
with Gina.

	"How will you get to work?  How will you get to job interviews?" Gina
countered.

	"A loan?"

	"You're kidding, right?" Gina sneered.  "From who?  A shark?  Out of
the frying pan and into the fire..."

	"Are you gonna help?" Tony snapped.

	"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck a lot of strange men, okay?  That seems to be
the only open option!" Gina snarled.  "Maybe I should start early..."

	"Okay, let's not be hasty..." Tony waved it off.

	"The only good news there is after I get laid a few times, I get to
watch YOU get what you deserve!" Gina ranted.

	Tony blanched.  The recriminations were getting to be truly ugly...
Gina had every right -- but it wasn't helping anything, and at the current
rate, their marriage would be on the rocks in no time.  After a couple of
further attempts to get participation from Gina in a solution, he got out of
her sight.

	Any loans Tony got would have to come from non-traditional sources --
their eroding credit situation was out there, visible.  They couldn't sell
the house, even, in the kind of time they had available to them.  'This isn't
fair!' Tony complained to himself, 'I GAVE them a thousand bucks!'  He
decided to go see Crazy Joe and try to get some kind of an extension.

	Crazy Joe was in his office off the gambling den behind the barber
shop -- and his boys grinned at Tony but let him in.  "So you got my money?"
Crazy Joe asked.

	"Well, no..." Tony admitted.

	"What are you here for, then?"

	"I gave those guys a thousand!" Tony insisted.

	"Okay, so you made an interest payment."

	"They still..."

	"Fucked you?" Crazy Joe grinned.  "You still owe me money.  We're
even."

	"Look, how about you write me a note on the house?  It's worth a lot
more than the debt..." Tony offered.

	"I'm not in real estate," Crazy Joe replied.  "Not interested.  The
place is worth less and less every day, anyway, right?  Besides, with the
heat off, you'd get lazy and the interest would pile up and I'd end up with
the place.  No deal."

	"Look," Tony said, desperate, "I can understand you screwing me over
-- but why my family?"

	Crazy Joe eyed him for a moment, dispassionately, and then said, "Sit
down -- I'm going to try to educate you."  One of Crazy Joe's minions
snatched a chair up from along wall and stuck it behind Tony, who settled
into it gingerly.  "The classic formula for collecting bad debts," Crazy Joe
began, steepling his fingers, "is for me to send a couple of boys to break an
arm or a leg.  Now, that makes it harder for you to pay off, doesn't it?
Then, hey, they beat the living shit out of you and you end up in the
hospital -- and you STILL don't pay -- after which, maybe I kill you.  Now,
that gets around and it gives other poor suckers pause, but it's bad for
business and maybe it brings the cops.  I get a lot of unwanted attention,
customers stay away, and I get no money -- how does that help me?  It
doesn't.  So my associate comes to me with a new and different system."  He
waved at the guy Tony knew as Martin.  "You and the missus had Lesson One --
did it get your attention?"  He waved it off, "Don't bother -- you're here.
If it hadn't worked, you wouldn't be.  So instead of breaking your leg, I
break your ass -- and instead of breaking your arm, I break the missus.  I'm
sure SHE's real happy with you, huh?  And you get to watch her dance her ass
on some strange dick -- and sound real happy about it.  What did THAT do for
you?"  Crazy Joe grinned evilly.  "Never mind, I can see it on your face."

	Crazy Joe leaned forward and continued, "Now, I have other
enterprises besides my little wagering business and I have contacts beyond
that.  So if I can't get money from you directly, I need to look at your
assets and discover what might be of value to me -- and your family is about
all you've got right now, isn't it?  Well, that works, actually.  You see,
your old lady's holes are what we call a renewable resource -- I can get a
bunch of young peckerwoods to pay a couple of hundred a pop to gang-bang the
living shit out of her -- and they'll pay extra because she ain't a pro, you
know?  Give her a couple of days to heal up, and we can do it all over again.
After a few passes, maybe she gets jaded and we go retail with her because
the draw isn't there -- and maybe she decides to sign on for the life and you
get a second income stream into the house.  Point is, she's a moneymaker --
but you're gonna bust your ass trying to get her off because she ain't gonna
thank you for her new line of work.  That means I get money and you stay
motivated to get me more -- it's a win-win situation."  Crazy Joe sat back.
"My associate assures me that she's gonna end up needing regular injections
of strange sperm, but you two will probably have broken up before she resigns
herself to the fact -- at which point she comes to work for me, anyway."  He
turned to Martin, "Right?"

	"Right, Boss."  Martin nodded.

	"You saw the results of my associate's little training program up-
close," Crazy Joe said, "What do YOU think?  Is he right?"

	Tony rubbed his face.  "I wouldn't be surprised."

	Crazy Joe snickered.  "Then you're out on your ass, anyway, so you
might as well get your money's worth from the missus before she tries to get
hers from you, huh?"

	'Shit!' Tony thought.  "Maybe."

	"Now, I see it like this," Crazy Joe explained.  "I need to see two
grand by next Thursday, or the missus goes to work.  Let's say I give you
credit for the interest payment -- so you only need the principal.  You could
take it easy on her -- but I don't think you'd be doing either of you a
favor.  The NEXT week, assuming you bring home the bacon, I'll want to see
two grand of my money, plus the interest -- so that's, like, twenty-nine
hundred.  If you put the missus out there hard next week, though, then the
whole two grand goes to principal and you only owe twenty-eight hundred the
following week."

	Crazy Joe steepled his fingers.  "Twenty-eight hundred is a chunk of
change for the missus to bring in, though, so at that point, you'll probably
have to help out.  That puts YOUR ass on the line -- and the missus might be
a little more forgiving for a week or so, seeing you'll be taking dicks, too.
But you'll be down four grand and only owe six -- and six hundred in
interest.  Of course, I'll want to see thirty-six of it, so at that point,
we'll probably have to vend the cherries of that boy of yours.  Who knows?
You might even get ahead of the game at that point -- he's underage and
cherry -- both of which will put him way up on the price list.  Hell, he
might carry the week by himself -- you never know -- but he's still male.  By
then, the new will have probably worn off you and the missus, so he'll need
to do good -- and his value will drop off pretty quick, I bet, once his holes
are opened up.  And that will bring us to little -- what's her name?"

	"Maria," Martin supplied.

	"Little Maria's turn to bring home the bacon.  Now, she's jailbait,
and I bet she ain't ugly, from what I hear of her mama, so she'll probably
bring home the balance in one pass -- but she won't thank dear old Dad for
it, I bet."  Crazy Joe rubbed his chin.  "You know, I could save her some
stress.  I like the young stuff.  Let's say she comes to live with Uncle Joe
for a while.  I take it easy on her and teach her all about dicks and the men
attached and knock, say, twenty-five hundred off the top?  Sight unseen?"

	Tony wanted to puke, but he knew better than to piss Crazy Joe off.
"I'll, uh, take the idea under advisement."

	"You do that.  You don't have a picture, do you?" Crazy Joe asked.
"If she's real cute, maybe I'll go three."

	"Uh, I don't have anything on me," Tony stammered.

	Crazy Joe sat back.  "Now, any time you bring home the remaining
balance, of course, we call it quits.  I think I'm being generous -- I could
be asking for a lot more interest, for instance, but I know you're a family
man.  Tell you what -- if the missus brings in extra over the numbers, I'll
give it to you to use as you see fit -- how's that?  A little extra food on
the table, maybe?  Or maybe you'll want to get ahead..."

	"Thanks..." Tony muttered, keeping his tone properly respectful.

	"I think we're done here, don't you?" Crazy Joe asked.  "Two grand by
Thursday, or the boys come to visit the missus and get her ready for her
debut on Friday.  Boys, escort Tony out -- but don't damage the merchandise."
Crazy Joe waved and turned away.

	Tony got up and sidled out.  'The boys' eyed him and laughed a
little, but didn't rough him up.  Disheartened, he headed home.


	"Where have YOU been?" Gina wanted to know.

	Tony reflected that Crazy Joe could well be right about his future
with his spouse.  "I went to see Crazy Joe."

	"You WHAT?  Are you NUTS?  Why?"

	"I GAVE him a thousand dollars yesterday!" Tony insisted.

	Gina eyed him.  "What did that get you?"

	Tony sighed.  "Not a lot.  We need to turn up at least another
thousand by Thursday.  If we don't, he's going to come for you to do
gangbangs until it's paid -- and it's better if we find TWO thousand, because
then we get credit for the interest."

	"We?  Who is we?" Gina snarled.  "Me, you mean."

	"Well, the next week, he wants to see two thousand plus eight or nine
hundred in interest, depending -- and it WILL be 'we' at that point!" Tony
retorted.  "And the next week it's THREE thousand plus interest, or 'we'
includes Robert!  And the week after that..."  He shook his head.  "The
numbers say we can't win.  Crazy Joe offered to take Maria under his wing, so
to speak -- and chop twenty-five hundred off the bill for the privilege.  Of
course, compared to what she might end up doing, that might be a deal.  I
couldn't believe it..."

	"God!"  Gina covered her face.  "You're right -- we can't win if he
holds all the cards.  We need to joggle his elbow -- get out there with
something different -- something that will put us ahead."  She settled into a
chair, thinking furiously.  "At the very least, we have to protect the
kids..."

	"Yeah."  Tony nodded agreement -- but his mind was a blank.  "Maybe I
can borrow some money from my brother..."

	"All of it?" Gina asked.  "I bet anything less won't help us -- or
me, at least."

	Tony sighed.  "No, you're right -- but like you said, if we can keep
the children out of it..."

	"All right -- you go talk to your brother.  I have an idea.  How do I
get in to see this Crazy Joe?" Gina asked.

	"What?  What for?" Tony gasped.

	"I'm going to try to sell him an idea," Gina replied.

	"What idea?"

	"I'll tell you IF I sell it," Gina replied.  "If I don't, it's a
waste of time, anyway."

	Tony frowned.  "All right."  Worst case, he figured, Gina would get
fucked again -- but that wasn't going to be a new thing for long.  And she
would see what they were up against, which might help HIS case...  He gave
her the directions; Gina took the car keys and set out, and Tony got on the
phone.


	"Boss, Tomaselli's old lady is here for a visit -- wants to talk to
you." Hammer Thornton grunted.

	"Send her in -- Tony's family gets more entertaining by the minute!"
Crazy Joe chuckled.

	Gina entered the room, trying her best not to be too intimidated.

	"Get the lady a chair," Crazy Joe directed.  Gina ended up settling
into the same chair Tony had occupied an hour or two before.  "And to what do
I owe the pleasure of THIS little visit?" Crazy Joe asked.

	"Tony says you have... plans..." Gina began.

	"What did he tell you about them?" Crazy Joe asked.

	"He said I could expect to get gang-banged," Gina replied, adding,
"several times."

	Crazy Joe pursed his lips.  "Was that all he told you?"

	"No," Gina replied.  "He said you would probably get around to seeing
all of us turned into prostitutes."

	Crazy Joe nodded.  "Toys of some kind, anyway.  Got any pictures of
the kids?  Come on -- you're a woman!  You've got pictures."

	'Shit!' Gina thought as she went digging in her wallet.  'This is
stupid...'  But she had an idea to sell -- and she couldn't sell it AFTER
alienating Crazy Joe...  She waved the picture inserts in his direction.

	"Bring 'em here.  Come on around the desk."  Crazy Joe waved.  "Show
me the family."  Gina came around beside him and bent gingerly to place the
pictures on the desktop -- and Crazy Joe started rubbing her ass while
examining Robert's school picture from the previous year.  "Pretty boy.
Yeah, he'll probably do."  He flipped the page to the next picture -- this
one of Maria.  "Yeah, I figured.  She's got a lot of her mama in her, doesn't
she?  Tony tell you about my offer?"

	Gina took a breath.  "Yes."

	Crazy Joe continued feeling her ass as he grunted, "She's cute --
three thousand.  If you're there helping her over the rough spots, I'll go
thirty-five hundred."

	What should she say?  Dammit, she had to keep him happy...  "How long
would this go on?"

	Crazy Joe shrugged.  "Three months, max.  I seldom keep one that
long, but you never know.  She'll be fine -- just a lot wiser."  He scooted
back his chair and grabbed Gina by the hips, pulling her into his lap.  "Sit.
You're a hot little piece, for your size.  I'm amazed."

	"Uh, thanks..." Gina said faintly.

	"So what are you here for?" Crazy Joe asked.

	"I have a... proposition for you," Gina forced out.

	"Oh?  Trying to get a jump on things?"  Crazy Joe chuckled.  "Sorry,
I only bid on young stuff.  If I fuck you, it's standard rates -- in fact, I
get a discount."  He reached up to maul a breast through her blouse and bra.
"Those real?"

	"Yes," Gina said shortly.  "I... had something else in mind."

	"Oh?  How much smarter than your old man ARE you, Honey?" Crazy Joe
chuckled.

	"I'll let you decide," Gina replied.  "Here, wait a second -- you
might as well not tear the blouse..."  She unbuttoned her blouse and opened
the front clasp of her bra.  "See?  They're real.  Now, can we talk?"

	"Go ahead, it's your quarter, Honey," Crazy Joe rumbled, mauling her
left nipple.

	"Okay, I'm screwed," Gina began, then grimaced.  "That's a given.
Tony is, too, for sure.  So I'm thinking that there is a better way to make a
buck out of our first gang-bang..."

	"Tony probably won't get one," Crazy Joe opined.

	"He will if you do this my way..." Gina retorted, "and there will be
a LOT more money in it..."  She proceeded to explain her idea...

	Crazy Joe saw the benefit.  "What do you think?" he asked Martin.

	"She's right -- they could net half of what they owe you, easy!"
Martin agreed.

	"So what do YOU get out of this?" Crazy Joe asked.

	"It is over quicker," Gina replied, thinking quickly.  "I get even a
little -- and maybe I shield Robert.  You don't really want him, anyway..."

	"What about little Maria?" Crazy Joe asked.

	Gina pursed her lips.  "That would be a miracle at this point,
wouldn't it?"

	Crazy Joe eyed her and nodded.  "Probably.  You're a LOT fucking
smarter than your old man!"

	Gina smiled crookedly.  "Thanks."  She gathered herself.  "Am I going
to leave the way I came in, or are you going to want something on account?"

	Crazy Joe shook his head.  "You got until Thursday, Honey.  If Tony
doesn't bring me money on Thursday, you be ready on Friday -- trim your bush,
get a douche, whatever -- because you'll be a working girl.  And we'll play
it the way you described -- you get to prep your old man.  Deal?"

	"Deal."  Gina shook Joe's hand and got up off his lap, gathered her
wallet from the desk, and stepped around to the chair to tuck it into her
purse before reconnecting her bra and buttoning her blouse.  "I'll see you
Friday, no doubt."  Head held high, she headed out of the office.

	"Bitch is a class act," Crazy Joe noted.

	"Fucks like a mink, too," Martin agreed.

	"How come she didn't roll over on my lap?" Joe asked.

	"She would have, if you'd gone much farther," Martin replied.  "She
offered, even.  I bet she was wet."

	"She seemed to have her head on straight over the fact that she's
gonna be putting it out in carload lots..." Joe muttered.

	"Yeah, she wasn't concerned.  That's an indication, I figure," Martin
replied.

	"Yeah, probably," Joe agreed.  "Yeah, probably."


	Tony's brother Julio didn't have any money to lend him -- in fact, he
was out of work, too; it just hadn't filtered through the family grapevine.
When informed of the gravity of the situation (Tony explained what he was
into, but didn't go into Crazy Joe's collection plans, so Julio just assumed
that leg-breaking or whatever was in the offing), Julio said, "I might have a
couple of thousand, but that's it.  And..."

	"And you need it," Tony finished.  "Look, I think I'm gonna have work
soon, with any luck.  The bookie, he's not that patient, but I could probably
push it back over time when you need it."

	"I'll try to hold it out," Julio promised.


	Tony delivered the bad news when Gina got home -- and she wasn't
surprised.  "So how did your interview with Crazy Joe go?" Tony asked.

	"We had a meeting of the minds," Gina replied.  "I won't say he's
reasonable or anything, but if you come at him properly..."

	"So what's the grand plan, anyway?" Tony asked.

	"It'll wait," Gina replied smoothly.  She didn't want Tony stewing
over things for several days -- it would screw up his reactions.  To distract
him, she said, "I hear he made you a special offer for Maria."

	"Yeah," Tony nodded.  "I guess we can add 'child molester' to the
list of Crazy Joe's sterling qualities."

	"You didn't tell him no..." Gina accused, without any particular
heat.

	"If you've talked to him, you know you don't SAY no to Crazy Joe
unless there is just no other option," Tony replied, defensively.  "I said
I'd think about it."

	"No, you're right -- I wasn't condemning you," Gina replied
philosophically.  "I did the same thing, actually, after he made what he said
was a better offer."

	"Oh?"  Tony eyed her.

	"Three thousand," Gina revealed.  "Thirty-five hundred if I -- how
did he put it? -- helped her over the rough spots."

	"Jeezus!  He really IS a lecher!" Tony exclaimed.  "What does he
want, do you figure?"

	"Well, everything, apparently," Gina sighed, "but he would take it
easy, I guess.  I asked, just to keep him in a good mood.  He was talking,
like, having her live in with him off and on for a couple of months.  From
the sound of things, he would probably treat her like a princess, at least in
the beginning -- he would just have... privileges..."

	Tony rubbed his face.  "The sad thing is that it might be better, all
around..."

	Gina nodded.  "Yeah.  If I was Maria, I'd never forgive you, either
way -- but..."

	"Yeah."  Tony went away to stew on that, thoroughly distracted from
the other thing.  Neither of them saw or heard Maria, who was hiding around
the corner, listening.


	The weekend was a mess.  Gina and Tony were so distracted that they
didn't notice the fact that Robert and Maria were acting strangely, too.
Tony managed some piece work during the day on Saturday and Gina went out,
too, to apply for a couple of jobs that might keep them in food and pay some
small bills -- but wouldn't make a dent in Tony's debt to Crazy Joe.

	That left Robert and Maria alone at home -- a place they now knew was
no longer safe.  Robert used the time to surf the net, looking without
success for kiddie porn.  He settled on some Asian street hooker sites --
little Oriental and Filipino women who looked to be Maria's age -- and the
pair of them watched avidly, trying to learn things that would help them when
the hammer fell.  When Maria had gotten her fill, she left the room, allowing
Robert to shift to some easier to find gay content that was targeted at
events that were no doubt in his future.  Robert was embarrassed by the fact
that he seemed to be able to get worked up either way; it didn't seem to
matter -- sex was sex.  He jerked off until his cock was sore...

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