Mafia

The club was dead. I guess no one wanted to go out partying in a
blizzard. No one but me and a couple other crazies. Bad weather always
draws me out of the house. It reminds me that I'm still alive; I still
feel; I can still think. Or maybe I'm just nuts, hmm?

The music wasn't as loud as normal; in fact, the volume was so low I
could actually hear other people talking. The bartender was chatting
with a few cocktail waitresses, waiting for the club to get shut down;
the live band was sitting around, knocking back the shots, flirting
with the few male patrons. I even saw the owner in the corner,
flamboyantly dressed in full drag. He was coming on to a guy who
seemed awed.

There was a woman sitting on a stool at a deserted end of the bar. A
few ladies went over, one at a time to ask for a dance, but they
always returned to their group of friends alone. I walked across the
dance floor and closer to the bar. There weren't many options. Either
the waitresses, or the harpies on the floor. I cast a curious glance
at the lone woman. She was very attractive, I noted, as she turned her
face into the light. But I also saw the jagged scar that ran down her
cheek. It wasn't that bad; it certainly didn't mar her physical
beauty. She tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear and lifted a glass
to her full lips. I thought I recognized her from somewhere...

I decided to leave her alone for the moment. I drifted over to the
gaggle of waitresses and slapped a twenty on the bar. "Cuervo. Corona
as a chaser. Both with limes."

The bartender was very butch. She gave me a small sisterly smile and
poured me a drink, then gave me my change. I left the change sitting
there. "What's that lady drinking over there?" I asked, swallowing the
tequila and chasing it.

Bernice, the bartender, an old acquaintance of mine, turned her head
slowly to look at the brunette in question. "It's a lost cause,
kiddo." She shook her head, wiping the counter in front of me. "She
never talks to anyone 'cept me. And usually only to tell me what to
keep coming."

"So what does she tell you that's unusual?" I held up my shot glass
for a refill.

"She got wasted one night." Bernice happily filled my glass above the
line, and dropped a fresh lime into it. "And she told me her whole
story. Something you don't wanna get involved in. And I know you,
Tiegres, you like to get dragged in other people's mud, but you should
stay away from that one. She's got the world on her shoulders. Last
thing she needs is you barging in on her life and leaving her with a
broken heart."

"Aww, come on Bernie!" I chuckled. "I'm not that bad! You gotta
remember, that last one was psycho!"

"Everyone's psycho. Just a matter of how far gone you are." She set a
champagne flute in front of me. "She's drinking Chateau. And it's ten
dollars a glass. Still want me to send it?"

Mmm... Expensive tastes. "Yeah, send the whole bottle. Maybe she'll
let me join her in a glass or two." I pulled out my billroll. "How
much?"

"Three hundred, you crazy bitch." Bernice rolled the bottle into a
bucket of salted ice water. "For your wallet's sake, I hope she asks
you to join her."

Bernice, despite her large build, moved gracefully down the bar and
offered the bottle, speaking to the woman and nodding her head at me.
When the woman looked, I held up my tequila glass and smiled. She
turned back to Bernice. Bernice stood straight, seeming shocked. She
grinned and came back. "Good luck, Tiegres." She slapped me on the
arm.

I walked slowly, unhurried, and was finally standing beside her.
"Would you like to sit at a table, perhaps?"

I did know her from somewhere, but I couldn't place her except for the
city, New York. She spun her stool and looked me up and down
carefully. Her inspection left me free to do the same, and I was
pleased with the up-close look. Her beauty was breathtaking, and her
body was amazing. She didn't seem to recognize me, though. She
searched my eyes for a little over two minutes, and I saw a battle
taking place in her head. I smiled in my most charming fashion and
held out my arm.

"I promise to be polite."

A ghost of a smile passed over her face and she took my arm, sliding
down from the stool. I grabbed the bucket and we walked to a table in
a darkened corner. I felt her leading me there unobstrusively. I held
out her chair and waited for her to seat herself, then sat across from
her. I opened the bottle and poured the champagne into the two fluted
glasses.

"I'm Gina." I told her, handing her a glass.

"What's it short for?" She asked, her voice husky and sexy, taking the
glass delicately.

"Virginia." I grimaced, holding out my glass to touch hers. "And your
name, beautiful lady?"

"Tamar." I saw her bite back a smile.

"A daughter of King David." I knew this name, I knew her face.

"Yes." She looked down at the tablecloth. "The one who went insane."

"For good reason." I set my glass down. "Amnon should've been stoned."

"You know the bible?" She asked.

"Quite a bit, but not enough." I shrugged.

"One would ask why you're here, equipped with such knowledge."

"Certain things rise above knowledge, not necessarily good things
according to the word of God, yet uncontrollable in their strength and
emotional impacts." I countered.

"Touche`." She smiled, clinking her crytal glass to mine.

"Tell me, Tamar; what's a good looking gal like you doin' in a place
like this?"

She laughed, appreciating my imitation. "The same thing everyone does
in a club."

"Trying to get laid?"

"Trying to escape."

"Ahh." I leaned forward to fill our glasses again. "If at first you
don't succeed, give up and go out partying. Dance, drink, fuck the
night away. Am I right?"

"Minus the dancing and fucking part, yes." She hid her face behind the
crystal.

"I don't suppose I can convince you to dance with me?" I asked
hopefully.

She didn't answer. Neither of us spoke for quite awhile. She certainly
managed to send my hormones into a tizzy, though she only sat there
and stared in my eyes. Four songs played by the time she finally
answered. A slow song had come on, and someone had turned the bass way
up. The notes thrummed through my chest, making it tickle.

"I'll dance with you now." She said, and stood up.

She took my hand and led me onto the floor, under the swirling lights.
She put her arms around my neck and her head on my shoulder. I put my
hands on her waist, respecting the distance she was keeping between
our bodies. We swayed to the music and she moved a little closer. When
the song ended, I felt almost defeated, thinking we'd go our separate
ways. But another slow song began and she showed no signs of letting
go. The d.j. was watching over me, as I later found out, and kept
cranking out the slow jams. She'd move a fraction closer in the middle
of each song, until our bodies were finally pressed togther, moving as
one.

I turned my face and pressed it into her hair, inhaling the faint
perfume of her shampoo. Lowering my head a bit more, my face was in
her neck, and I could smell the dab of cologne she'd put on. Either
that or it was just her skin, the lovely odor. Her breasts were full
and firm, pressed gently against my own. I could feel her taut belly
against mine. Her hips were pressed forward, our pelvic bones grinding
softly.

I pulled back slightly and put my hand on the back of her neck, making
her raise her head to look at me. Her eyes were half-lidded and
dreamy, her lips parted and moist. I bent down to kiss her, moving
slowly. Our lips touched and it was as if a jolt of electricity jumped
from her mouth to mine. We spent a long time just kissing like this,
our lips pressed together, before I made any move to deepen it. I
parted her lips with my tongue, swirling it against the tip of her
tongue. She opened her mouth to me and let me in to taste her. Then
she began to do some exploring of her own. I was passive to her gentle
probing, somehow knowing that she needed a gentle touch.

She broke the kiss abruptly, her eyes opening wide, showing that she
was panicked. She tried to pull away but I held her firmly. "I have to
go!" She blurted, but she didn't struggle for release.

"Why?" I whispered, kissing her forehead, her eyes, and her cheeks.

She surrendered almost immediatly, collapsing against me again. "What
is it?" She asked herself, letting me kiss her neck, leaning her head
aside to give me better access.

"Come home with me." I said in her ear.

"I can't." She told me, but her eyes and her body told me that she
wanted to.

"Please." I ran my hand around to the front of her blouse, sliding it
inside, up her belly to her chest, cupping her breast in my hand. "I
want you."

She arched her back and groaned, her nipple hardening under the gentle
rubbing of my thumb. "I can't." She said again, but she did not remove
my hand from her breast.

I unbuttoned her blouse with my other hand, exposing her bra. I kissed
the tops of her breasts, licking and sucking the soft flesh, both of
my hands now holding her ass tightly. "You have to!" I pleaded, biting
her nipples through the thin fabric.

"Quick, then!" She pushed me away and buttoned her blouse back up.

We ran from the club as if we were being chased. She kept looking over
her shoulder as I drove to my house. It made me nervous enough to
frequently check my rearview mirror. At the house, I fumbled with the
key a few times before I got the door unlocked. She went in ahead of
me, pulling me into the house. I shut and locked the door, and seeing
her eyes home in on the deadblot, I threw it shut.

"Are all the doors and windows locked?" She asked as I put my arms
around her again.

"Yes." I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and wouldn't let go when I set her
on the bed. I lay beside her and ran my hands all over her body,
undressing her as I went. She stopped me. "Turn off the light." She
requested, holding her shirt on.

I jumped up and flipped the switch, disappointed. I'd very much wanted
to see her naked body. But there was always morning, while she was
asleep. I stipped down and hopped back in bed, stretching out next to
her. She hugged me and seemed inclined to do no more for a few
minutes. I kissed her, delving my tongue into her mouth. She returned
the passionate kiss hungrily, her hands exploring my body. I let her
do as she pleased for a little while, then started my own exploration,
kissing her from head to toe. I massaged her breasts and sucked her
nipples, my fingers sliding up and down her slit, getting coated with
the wetness from within her vagina. I kissed my way down her chest and
belly, rubbing my face in her silky pubic hair. I slipped my tongue
inside her, licking up and down, around and around. I sucked her
opening, sticking my fingers deep inside her. She was writhing about,
her hips humping upward. She was whimpering, her hands wrapped up in
my hair.

I found her hard clit, quivering in need. I sucked it between my lips
and shook my head like a dog. She squealed, her hips bucking up hard,
the muscles in her thighs twitching spasmodically. I kept up a
constant barrage of sucking her clit and ramming my fingers in and out
of her pussy. Her orgasm hit us both like a ton of bricks. Her pussy
muscles contracted so tightly it made my fingers ache, and her wetness
drooling out. Her clit spasmed under my tongue. Her hips jerked up so
hard it bruised my upper lip. And she screamed at the top of her
lungs, yanking my hair.

I kept a very light pressure above her clit with the tip of my tongue,
and continued fingering her pussy. Her juices were dripping down my
wrist. When the aftershocks quit, I licked her pussy clean and moved
back up to hold her. She turned into my arms, breathing deeply and
heavily. "I can't do that to you." She said apologetically.

"What? You can't go down on me?" Oh no.

"I can go down." She corrected. "But I can't make you come that hard."

"Yes, you can." I grinned. "Believe me, you can."

And she did. She not only ate my pussy, she ate my ass, too. She had
me coming so hard I was seeing fireworks on the ceiling. When it was
over I had to eat her again, I was feeling so good. She dozed for a
little while and I reflected on this amazing bout of sex. I was
surprised when she spoke; I'd thought she was asleep.

"I liked your fingers in my pussy." She said softly, sticking her
fingers inside me.

I moaned, enjoying the sensations. "I like being in your pussy."

"Do you ever use dildos'?" She asked shyly.

"Yeah. I like penetration. Why? You want me to strap one on?"

"I guess."

"You guess? That's a yes or no question, Tamar." I laughed. "Or did
you want to strap one on?"

"Both. I want you to do it to me first."

"All right." I rummaged in the drawer beside the bed. "One last
question; do you like big ones or small ones?"

"Big ones." She sounded really embaressed.

"Me too." I picked one out and strapped it on.

She was still wet enough to where I didn't need to coat the dildo with
a lubricant. I rubbed the head around her pussy until it was drenched.
Her breathing had quickened. "Be gentle!" She said, almost crying out
the words.

"I will, Tamar." I held the head with my hand and worked it in with
short, easy humps.

When the head was in, I pushed the whole nine inches deep into her
pussy slowly, letting her adjust to the width. She lifted her hips up
and let out a hiss. "Yes!"

I took this as a good sign and started thrusting it in and out a
little faster, a little harder. She pulled my weight down on top of
her, one of her hands holding my breast, the other clutching my ass.
Everytime I thrust into her, I ground my hips to stimulate her clit.
"Right there!" She gasped, kissing me. "Like that! Don't stop doing
that!"

I kept up the slow pace, kept grinding, until I felt her getting close
to orgasm. I started fucking her faster, more agressively, grinding
hard each time I thrust in. She was shrieking my name, bucking up
wildly to take the dildo in deeper, grinding with me. She came
violently, still humping upward. I kept fucking her, yet slower and
more gently. She came again and again, and she started to whimper. I
stopped, pulling the dripping dildo out and unstrapping it from my
waist. I gathered her in my arms and held her, rocking her and
murmuring sweet nothings in her ear.

A half hour later, she picked up the sticky dildo. "Do you want me to
go wash this?"

I grabbed a sanitizer wipe from the drawer and wiped it down quickly.
"If you'd been able to fuck me right after I fucked you, I wouldn't
have washed it."

"Why?" She asked, getting up on her knees to tighten the straps.

"Because I like the idea of your pussy juice going in my pussy." I got
up on my hands and knees. "I like it like this."

"I wanna see this." She leaned and flicked the lamp on.

I wasn't facing her so I couldn't admire her nudity, which frustrated
me. She fingered me for a minute, getting me wetter, and wet the head
of the dildo. "Gina, how do you like it?"

"Hard and fast." I clenched my teeth in anticipation. "Fuck me,
Tamar."

She spread my lips open and jammed the cock into my pussy savagely. A
wave of pleasure engulfed me and I cried out. She fucked the hell out
of me, rubbing my clit with her fingers. She was the best I'd ever
had. She didn't stop when I came, she just kept on fucking me until
I'd come almost a dozen times. I had to pull away because I couldn't
take anymore. My mind was already blown and now my cunt was getting
sore. The light went out before I could even turn over to look at her.
I felt her mouth between my thighs, sucking up my juices. I came
again, and it almost hurt.

We cuddled for an hour or so before we both fell asleep. When I woke
the next morning, she was gone. I masterbated to several orgasms, a
couple times with the dildo, then got up to shower. I felt lost in my
own head, yet my body was rejuvenated. I had to find her.

I made myself breakfast as I pondered how to go about it. All I knew
was her first name. Hell, I didn't even know if it was her real name.
Where the hell did I know her from? The club wouldn't open until
seven, so I couldn't talk to Bernice for another eight hours.

I made a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes, bacon, and biscuits. I was
starving, and I ate every bite. I moped around the house for awhile,
cleaning as I went, and even went so far as to do the laundry myself,
instead of waiting for my sister to come over. I changed the sheets on
my bed, vaccuumed all the carpets, and dusted everything that might
gather dust. Three o'clock rolled around and I had nothing left to do
unless I was going to scrub the bathrooms and the kitchen. I rolled up
my sleeves and got to work.

When seven hit, I was dressed and ready to go. I got in my car and
sped to the club. Bernice was still getting the bar stocked when I sat
down. The first hour was always slow at the club. "The kitchen open,
yet?" I asked her.

"Yeah, it's open. What ya want?" She pulled out a notepad.

"Sirloin steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, no veg."

"Be about ten minutes." She brought my order back to the kitchen. "So,
how'd it go last night?" She asked when she returned.

"What's her full name?"

"That good? Damn!" Bernice sighed, setting condiments and silverware
in front of me. "Her name's Sharon Andreas."

"How old is she?"

"Twenty-five. She's from Toronto. Half American, half Canadian."

"Come on, tell me about her!" I urged.

"Come on, nothing, Tiegres!" Bernice negated. "I'm a confidante` to
this people. They trust me to keep their secrets. If I break their
trust, then I'm just another bartender."

I put a hundred on the table. "You are just another bartender."

"Well-" She wasn't convinced.

I held up another hundred and set it on top of the other.

"She's hiding from her ex-husband. She says he thinks she fucked him
over. He tried to kill her a couple times already. She's in the
witness protection program. So Andreas isn't her real name. Her ex is
in some kind of mafia, and the police gave her two options; testify
against the mafia and they'd protect her; or don't testify, and get
killed anyway because the mafia thought she was the police's snitch."

"That it?" Mafia, hmm?

A bell rang. She turned and opened a small nook, where a plate waited.
She put the plate down in front of me. "Cut the meat. Those idiots in
there think medium rare means charcoal black and shriveled."

I cut open the steak, and seeing no problem with the red inside, I
nodded at her and ate. "Finish the story."

"He caught her a week ago, beat the holy hell outa her. The Fibs
haven't bothered to move her yet. She hides out in here all night.
Always sits in the corner by herself. Drinks enough to get buzzed,
rarely enough to get drunk. Never talks to anybody, never dances with
anybody. She usually comes in around eight, gets something to eat,
then sits there all night. I caught her sleeping a few times. I
usually offer her the cot in the back. I don't think she sleeps much.
I don't know where she hides out during the day." Bernice finished
stocking her station. Eight o'clock was coming soon. "She should be
here soon. Unless you've spooked her off for good."

"I don't know. She spent the night. Great sex, great cuddling, great
sleep. Poof, she's gone when I wake up. I waited all day to talk to
you." I polished off the potatoes.

"I still can't believe you got in her pants." Bernice chortled, taking
the money I offered and making change. "You wanna beer?"

"Yeah, gimme a Corona." I stood. "I'm going to the bathroom. Let me
know if she comes in, huh?"

"Sure, kid, sure."

When I came back, Bernice waved to me. "Hey, she's over there. But you
should let her eat first."

I waited and watched, my eyes now sweeping the crowd, looking for
suspicious characters. Twenty minutes later, I saw a man crash through
the crowd and go towards her. This was a gay bar, so he certainly
wasn't a normal patron. I ran over there and saw him grab her from
behind, by the throat. I jumped on him, ramming my knee between his
legs, smashing his balls. His strength failed him and he keeled over.
I chopped his jugular with my hand.