Nikey & Tee: Holy Evil is a work of fiction.
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Copyright © 2014 by Peter F Bannigan
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My thanks to Ms. Jensen for editing book one and two and the subsequent rewrites that evolved into a much better story. In addition I want to thank Connie and the children for encouraging me to continue to write despite their best efforts to the contrary. Last I wish to apologies to those of you have read book one for the long delay in getting book two to you. For future reference book three of the saga has been written and is now being edited.

I sincerely wish that you enjoyed reading the first book in the Tuatha de Danann Saga and will take as much pleasure and insight from the second in the series.

Contents

Chapter 1: Fourth of July Weekend

Chapter 2: Back to Work

Chapter 3: The Morning After

Chapter 4: Covert War

Chapter 5: The Business

Chapter 6: Samhain

Chapter 7: Euro-pass Travel

Chapter 8: Home

Chapter 9: End Game

Chapter 10: Final Hunt

Chapter 11: New Beginning

chapter 1

fourth of july weekend

Feeding frenzies, even those as good as this one, don’t last, and this one didn’t either anywhere near what could be expected, interrupted as it was by the crash grabbing the front page and air time of the news outlets. A jumbo passenger jet didn’t make it off the strip at JFK. Birds again. Tee and the girls were sorry for those who’d lost their lives, but the respite from the cameras and constant following was a welcome relief, letting them get back to some sense of normalcy. Alice took off on Friday afternoon to catch the train home intent on spending time with her parents and Saturday was the big day for Bridget to finally get Tee over his homophobia by seeing him through his first deep, and it would be deep, sexual encounter with her two bi lovers Simon and George. For his part Tee was resigned because he was beginning to see a slight deterioration. Even if he didn’t say anything to any of them, he suspected the sisters knew and were being nice about it. His weakening was nothing so obvious that the girls could tell. He knew though, that it was bite the bullet time.

* * * * *

Alice arrived at Grand Central to catch the Metro North train to Dobbs Ferry at half past four Friday afternoon. She always told everyone in the city she lived in Scarsdale because most knew it and she didn’t feel like explaining Dobbs Ferry. Her train was scheduled to leave at 4:54pm, peak fare fifteen dollars and twenty cents. She didn’t feel like waiting for off-peak besides the difference was only three dollars anyway. Funny thinking how even the rich cared about saving on a fare. She called home to let them know she’d be getting in at around twenty to six, in her mind seeing her mom take out the schedule to get her arrival down to the exact second. Shortly after lining up to wait for the gate to open two construction workers in trademark beat up yellow hard hats, grubby work boots, and cut off shirts approached. “Hey, lady, you the babe we saw on TV caught those guys on the Island?”

Somewhat embarrassed, but not ashamed, Alice was pleased after a second of thought. Answering with a little attitude. “Yeah, I’m Alice. What you guys want? Join up?

Both men’s eyes took in the sights politely in their way. “No beautiful. We wanted to know if it was real or not, some corporate PR crap.”

She was serious for a moment remembering. “It was all too real, boys. It may have looked neat on TV an in the papers. They never show the people who get hurt, almost killed. It’s only fun after it’s over.” Alice put her hand out. “Give me your hats. Got a marker?” They didn’t have one so Alice pointed to the newsstand next to the gate behind them. One of the men, taller of the two, went and bought one. “What you want me to say, nice or raunchy? You guys steel workers, right?”

Each was surprised she could tell. “Yeah, how’d you know?

She pointed at their waists. “The belts, I use to go out with a steelworker once. How about ‘Steel Guys are Hung, Love Alice’?”

“Works for me, thanks, great.” Glad to have spoken with her and for the autograph, they waited to get signed hats back. “See yeah beautiful.” Alice signed the hats thinking her moment of fame was done with only to find several more people behind the two men also looking for autographs. It helped pass the time and it was fun, except by the time everyone who was interested had her signature she almost missed the train. Alice had to dash at a run to get on the last car right as it was pulling out.

Dobbs Ferry is one of those old bedroom communities that has been around forever. A town with Dutch colonial architecture and red brick homes nestled against the Hudson River. The principle appeal of Dobbs Ferry these days is the good schools with proximity to the city, meaning it had gotten congested over the years. For those with the cash who could afford property for a home, it was the best of both worlds, close to town, but not too close. For all those others, it wasn’t much better than being in the city living in small rise apartments left to deal with traffic. Pulling in, Alice could see the family car, a new Volvo XC100, with her mother and father waiting with focused anticipation as they watched the train slow to a stop.

As she stepped out to go to the car two more approached her for autographs that she happily gave in full view of her parents. Mom and dad were eyeing the fawning display with a degree of disgust and embarrassment Alice could pick up even from this distance. Mother didn’t waste a second once she was in the car. “Really, Alice, do you have to do that? It’s not respectable.” Joyce did her hand flourish for emphasis in her usual way. “And those pictures of you with those, those others.”

Less than five minutes and she was already annoyed, which wasn’t a good sign. “They’re my friends, co-workers, mother. In case you’re interested, for your edification and enjoyment, I’m probably going to clear about four hundred thousand from this whole uncouth affair. What was wrong with what I had on, Mom?”

Father looked at her by way of the rearview mirror. “The problem, Alice, was it looked more like you had nothing on. You don’t have to make money like that. You have the trust. You can get respectable work at a proper accounting firm.”

“Thanks, Dad. You do remember the last time I was with a proper firm. Where in my case they wanted CPA to stand for Client’s Piece of Ass?”

Joyce instantly turned her head to look away at the passing view. “Really, Alice, do you have to? That’s disgusting. It was the one pervert. How they ever made him a partner I’ll never know.”

“Yeah, Mom, just that one. By the way, Dad, when was the last time you turned down three or four hundred thousand? I seem to remember, let’s see, was it five years ago? The gentleman from Columbia South America I think?”

“That’s quite enough of that, young lady. That was under different circumstances and wasn’t splashed all over the news. Our friends are having a field day with this. Your mother has been inundated with phone calls. Even the local press, it’s very unsettling.”

Joyce waved her hand as if she held a handkerchief. “Can we talk about something else? Brad, this is too upsetting for me to deal with.”

“Yes, mother. Sorry. You did bring it up with Alice, after all.”

Alice sat in the back seat cringing, as she listened to the never ending back and forth. It may be a different subject, but it was always the same argument. Mom did the guilt and dad caved, every time. Her only question now was when to confront them and how. Driving home usually took about fifteen minutes, depending on the traffic, but today it wasn’t that quick with the weekenders clogging the roads. Home was an eight bedroom Tudor enclave surrounded by woods nestled close to the Hudson on thirty-seven acres of immaculately groomed grounds isolated from the road by a fifteen foot, three foot thick, wall of reinforced concrete to keep the riff-raff out. Mom had insisted in case they, people, wanted to look in when walking by or do something more intrusive, like wave good morning. Unlike those in the Hamptons with pea-stone the drive leading up to the house, as it elegantly circled around the perimeter under a canopy of trees, was paved. Past the trees the view opened up just before reaching the five-car garage with the houseman’s second floor, three bedroom apartment up top. In fact, the second floor two thousand square foot apartment was one most people in the middle and more than a few above would sell a child or two to have.

Walking from the garage to the house, Alice looked down on the small pond at the base of the hollow some four hundred feet from the house, with its flowing fountain spraying water forty feet into the air. She loved the view and what it said about them, her. Instead of going in the front door, they entered by way of the back into a kitchen capable of preparing a sit down meal for thirty with no problem. Through the kitchen and a right took her past the wet bar stretching some twenty-five feet stopping just short of the swinging door that let out into the main entryway with its spiral staircase leading to the upper floor.

When she opened the door to the entrance hall, with its grand staircase, Alice saw Glen, her favorite person in the entire world. “Good afternoon, Ms. Alice. It’s been much too long since you’ve been home. Can I take your bag for you?”

Alice gave him a hug, totally meaning it. “Thank you, Glen. It’s good to see you. I’ll get the bag it’s light. I see everything is ready for the party. How many this year of mom and dad’s nearest and dearest?”

“Your parents are expecting hundred and fifty to one seventy-five. I think it will be more like one seventy-five to one ninety myself.” He looked at her as only he could when she had been a tad naughty. “You know the word is out you’ll be here, and with your latest exploits, well Ms. Alice, there will be interest, shall we say.” His expression was total dead-pan. “Dinner is at the usual time tonight, Ms. Alice.”

Alice gave him another hug for no better reason than she truly loved him. “Thanks Glen.” Alice went up to her bedroom on the second floor in the wing closest to the garage with a view of the lawn and pond. Below her window was a walkway running the length of the house, about two hundred feet or so, to the pool and bathhouse at the far end. Nothing ever changed in her room. Coming here was like going back in time to her days in high school with stuffed animals, posters, and all the warm familiar items belonging to another life. It still felt good to be in her own room, even if it would grow old fast with mother and dad doing the dance, but it didn’t matter. She was on a mission that had to be accomplished.

For Alice, the hard part was figuring out when to bring it up, after dinner with dad or at dinner with both mom and dad. In her honor the evening meal was her favorite, lamb with baked sweet potatoes, and string beans, pedestrian and good. She didn’t have the will to bring up her birth just then wishing to have a little more time, provided neither of them started with Gerard or any of their settle down marriage rant.

After dinner, Alice went to the bar to pour herself a Napoleon, then out the back to sit next to the pool on one of the decorative stone benches to have a cigarette. “I thought you quit?”

Alice watched her father come out the back door. “Didn’t take, Dad. How about you?” She offering him one and he took it. “Thought so.”

“Alice, you haven’t come home for one of our Fourth of July parties in five years. Why now? Don’t get me wrong I’m delighted to see you. You’re always welcome, this is your home, and?”

“Yeah you caught me. I‘m here on a mission to blow up the world.” She knew this was her opening now needing to be very careful about her delivery and tone. Alice took a big breath. “I came home to talk to you and mom about me, where I came from.” Seeing the look on his face, she held up her hand. “Stop, Dad. Let me finish, please. ‘Here we go.’ I’ve come to realize I’m different in lots of small ways.” She wasn’t willing by a long shot to get into the details. “Because of the differences, I don’t believe I’m your biological daughter. I’ve been putting all the little things together, the stopped conversations, little looks, all of it, Dad, going back a long time. I want... I need to know the truth.”

He spoke emphatically. “Alice, I don’t know what you an your friends have been smoking. I can tell you you’re our daughter. I was there, you know!”

She was just as emphatic. “Dad, you and mom are my parents, an... and you are not my biological parents. Now, please. I don’t want to make a big deal of this. If I have to, I’ll go up to Plattsburgh to dig the answers out myself. I will!” Alice took her fathers hand with an impulse to bring out a bit of her alternative aura. “Dad, please tell me the truth?”

Her touch, the sudden flow of something, mesmerized Brad, fixing in his mind an absolute need to tell her whatever she wanted to know. “Your birth mother die...” The spell was broken by the squeak of the patio door as her mother came out.

“‘Damn, every f’ing time.’” Her eyes were wide with wonder, disbelief and frustration. “’I swear she’s goddamn clairvoyant.’”

Wearing a smile Joyce’s hands were on her hips. “I’ve been looking all over for you two. I should have known you’d be out here sneaking a smoke. Nothing changes. Are you all right dear? You look a little confused? What have you been doing to your father, Alice? Probably that cigarette you gave him. Really Alice!”

A bit lightheaded, without knowing why or unable to understand exactly what had happened, Brad punted. “Well, Mother, look what time it is. I don’t know about you but it’s up to bed for me. Busy day tomorrow, goodnight, Alice. Sleep late if you want.” Brad kissed his daughter good night and put his arm around Joyce’s waist walking her back to the house.

“’Well, at least I know part of the truth. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get the rest of it. Now to solve my little problem. How do I scratch my itch that’s starting to drive me crazy? Didn’t even think about this one, did you genius?’” Alice went upstairs and changed into something appropriate for Dobbs Ferry: jean skirt, tank top with flip flops then out to knock on the garage apartment door. “Sorry to interrupt, Glen. Do you have the keys to the jeep? I want to go see who’s back for the weekend.” Glen reached over to the inside wall. “Thank you, Glen. I promise to bring it back in one piece.”

Glen played it perfectly straight in his usual understated way. “That, Ms. Alice, will be a relief, if I remember the last time.”

She smiled thinking back. “Did I remember to say how good it is to see you again, Glen?”

“Be careful, Ms. Alice, I would truly miss you if anything happened. Good night, and please be good.”

Alice lit a cigarette before she turned right out the gate heading to town and the Grill. The Grill was the local hangout for her and all of her friends in the good old days of high school then later when home from college. Alice knew if anyone else is home for the weekend, this would be the place they’d go. Getting there was quick yet long enough to give her some time to think about Glen, to think how he had always been there for her when she was growing up. He had a calming effect, never jumped to conclusions, and always let her put her foot in her mouth; gently enough to taste whatever was on the shoe leather at the time to learn. Afterwards, he could talk to her, letting her see the error of her ways. It hadn’t done much good sometimes, but getting a ‘told you so’ from Glen carried weight neither mom nor dad could deliver or deserved to deliver in her mind. “’I guess I love Glen, sort of like a second dad.’”

When Alice arrived she wasn’t surprised that the place was packed spotting several friends driving by while she looked for a spot to park. When she entered the bar, Alice saw one of her ex’s, Wes, from junior year. It had been hot and heavy sex but nothing more, though she knew he wanted more. Not then or tonight. Further in, Alice got within about three feet of Bob, another ex, when he turned. ”Jesus, if it ain’t the Ninja bitch of Long Island!”

Bob stood there in his khaki shorts and sandals. He hadn’t changed much, still had a decent body and a full head of hair, it was a good start. “Screw you, too, Bob. Nice to see you. Who else is here?”

He looked around checking for those he knew. “Jean is over there.” He pointed to the pool table. “And Mac is at the end of the bar with Babbs. I though I saw Les, don’t see him now. Might have left. So what you been up to? Those were some great pics of you and the other two Angels.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “Not you, too? Who are you with, Nancy?”

“No, Nan and I broke up about a year ago.” He shrugged. “You?”

“I’m in a complicated relationship, but nothing exclusive at this point.” She tried to get the message across he might get lucky. “Is this the place for tonight?”

“Pretty much it. After all, it’s Dobbs Ferry.”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’m going to say hello to Jean. ‘That should hold him for an hour or two.’”

Alice made the rounds of the bar reminiscing. Hugging those she knew and those coming in, having to answer many questions about Long Island and her friends, three lovers they wouldn’t understand. It was Dobbs Ferry. At the end of the night with no better option, she took Bob by the hand leading him to the back of the Jeep. It was the big wagon with room for a squad, a perfect place to reminisce about how they’d scratched each other’s itch in high school by doing it all over again. “’He ain’t no Tee. Still not bad by a long shot.’” Most important, she got the energy fix she needed and Bob, after round two, got to sleep for a while before sending him home.

In the morning, Glen made a point of thanking Alice for returning the Jeep in one piece and without making a fuss, dropped the watch he’d found in the back of it in her lap. Alice rolled her eyes thinking. “‘Doing that a lot lately, kid?”’ She giggled trying her best not to get her mother’s attention. Official party time was noon with the usual characters showing early between ten and eleven. Brad’s friends from college and Joyce’s bridge club in full this year all curious to see Alice to hear about IT. Alice had expected the onslaught and made sure she was ready by half past noon to make her entrance. Taking a page from Alexa’s book, she wore a light green tennis skirt with ruffled panties, sneakers with a matching tight top with, for a change of pace, a bra. She knew the effect was a little over the top and barely in range for the locals. “‘Mother would shit, too bad. Have to play to the crowd now don’t I?’’”

Mother did, and father kept his distance not sure what had happened between them last night. He didn’t have the time to think about it anyway, consumed as he was by the ladies of Dobbs Ferry wanting to hear all of it along with his reaction. After the invited talked to her father it was Alice’s turn to be questioned. A few even wanted to know where to get a cat suit just like hers. Unfortunately, most of those asking were overweight and would have exceeded the design limits of the fabric. Some even wanted to know about the man she was with. Alice avoided going there to make sure there wasn’t a slip of the tongue. A few of those invited were men from her father’s company who she had marked as potentials a lifetime ago and if nothing else, they might come in handy later on if she needed a jolt or two.

A bit past three in the afternoon, after the third or forth wave of tabloid curious, Joyce, all smiles and beaming with expectations, led Gerard by the hand to Alice. “Alice, dear, look who I found?”

Immediately on seeing him Alice went from a cordial engaging family host to being ready to assault. “You have some set of balls showing up here you son of a bitch!” Everyone within earshot turned not only heads, but also their whole bodies as if on a turntable. “Do you have any idea what this bastard did, Mother! He tried to kidnap me off the goddamn f’ing subway. If not for a cop an one of my friends, he might have gotten away with it. He’s also violating the restraining order I got.” She stood with folded arms and legs apart ready to and capable of killing a company of troopers. Alice glared eyeball to eyeball with Joyce. “Either he goes or I do, Mother, and if I go, I call the cops. Decide?”

Before Joyce could say anything, Gerard spoke up. “It’s obvious Alice is not willing to let bygones be bygones. I made a mistake, I’m sorry. This isn’t the time or place to get into it. Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Monahan. I’ll be leaving.” Gerard turned and walked out smiling.

Joyce was confused about why Alice could possibly still be upset. “Really, Alice, I just thought you and he could patch things up. He’s from a very nice family with such a good career ahead of him.”

“Mother stop! He’s a cr...” Unable to speak she turned stomping off back to the house.

Glen was in the kitchen preparing his pulled pork specialty for the selected few when she walked in. Seeing him and the look on his face said all. “No Glen please don’t. Did she? Why does she have to do stuff like this? It’s so damn annoying, I hate that creep”

Glen was calm as ever. “Ms. Alice, your mother is only trying to show her love for you. She’s not very good at it most of the time, but she does love you. Want something to eat? The pulled pork is very good, made it myself.”

“Thanks, Glen.” She knew he had done it again. “’Thank God for him.’ I will, only because you made it.”

Fed and settled down, Alice went back out to face the inevitable questions about Gerard and his attempt to abduct her. Instead, much to her surprise, the focus remained on her cat suit and Long Island. For the remainder of the party, it was more of the same, all of her parents’ friends and business acquaintances asking. Around half past four the last of the guests left, leaving plenty of time before the clean up crew arrived. Still angry with her mother Alice told herself it was now or never after she had a chance to clean up and change.

Alice came out of her private bathroom drying off after her shower and spotted an envelope under the bedroom door. She picked it up and nervously opened it. Inside was a copy of her birth certificate and two death certificates, one for a women and the other for a child. The woman’s name was Abigail Freeman and the dead child’s name was Alice, Joyce’s baby. The birth certificate was for a baby girl, Ceilede, born to Abigail. Shocked, Alice sat on the bed for a few minutes to let the realization of what she held in her hand sink in. She knew she had to get back to the city tonight. “’Got ‘a talk with the sisters.’”

Her parents were in the reading room talking to Brad’s longtime friend Neil and Lindsey, his third wife of eighteen months. “Excuse me. Hi Neil, Mom, Dad, I have to get back to the city tonight. I wanted to know if Glen can drive me to the station.”

Neil, a little in his cups and gallant to a fault, felt compelled to introduce his wife, even if it was evident that neither Alice nor his third could care. Alice had never liked trophies and to make it worse she was in her forties trying to look like a tween, which really didn’t help. Neil’s wife number three saw Alice as potential competition and the sooner she was gone, the better. “Alice, have you met Lindsey? Lindsey, this is one of those famous real life detective angels Alice, Brad and Joyce’s daughter.”

In the spirit of the moment, Alice gave a hand movement. “Nice to meet you, Lindsey. Mother?”

Joyce raised her head to act motherly for the crowd. “Now Alice, there’s no reason to be running off like this. I didn’t think having Gerard here would upset you so. I was only trying to help, dear, nothing more.”

Alice was anxious to get going. “It’s fine Mom. I understand. I do have to get back an it would be nice if Glen could drive me instead of calling a cab.” She made the point she was leaving no matter what.

“Well, all right, if you have too.” Joyce waved as if she had already left. “Tell Glen he can drive you. Now kiss your father good bye and call when you get in.”

Glen took the Jeep to the station, paying no attention to the black BMW driven by Gerard accompanied by two very large men that had been recommended to him by Monsignor Alsip. His plan was a simple one: take Alice when she gets out of the Jeep to go into the station. He had arranged the intervention so all he had to do was get her alone. In his new found religious clarity he was absolutely convinced she would understand but if she didn’t, then Alsip’s two friends would be called on to take care of bystanders and persuade.

Glen and Alice arrived at the station pulling up behind what Alice thought was Bob from last night in his dark green Lexus. In the car with him were Jean and someone she didn’t recognize. Alice got out, walked to the car, leaned down and pocked her head through the open window to plant a kiss on Bob’s cheek. “Hi Bob, long time no see. What you and Jean doing here?”

“Alice!” Bob was surprised and delighted. Plans were flickering through his mind. “This is Dee. We’re dropping her off to take the train north to Poughkeepsie, then we’re headed south, Where you off to?”

“Headed back to town. Got stuff to do before Monday. You going my way?”

“I’m taking Jean to Penn Station to catch a train then I’m off to the Island to visit with Dad and his new wife. There’s room if you want. Can take you in. Get your stuff.”

Alice told Glen of the change in plans then transferred her bag into Bob’s car. Before leaving she went back to thank Glen. It was important to her to say thank you because he meant so much to her. Off to the side in the shadows Gerard cursed his bad luck and wondered why God made it so difficult to save a lost soul. Taking her with witnesses who knew him on sight wasn’t possible. He would have to plan better, wait, and have patience.

On the way into the city traffic was light, making for a quick trip since it was late on a beautiful Saturday afternoon with Sunday still to come. After dropping Jean off, Bob insisted on taking Alice all the way to the penthouse, hoping to be invited up. When he found out she was staying with friends, his dream of an orgasmic night faded. Oh, well. It was nice last night while it lasted an getting my watch back did help.

* * * * *

Bridget and Nikey, all of them in fact, were especially nice to Tee, agreeing not to say a word about it until later in the day when it was over and done with. It was nearly impossible for Nikey to keep her mouth shut. Every time she was about to say something Bridget, gave her The Look, closing her down then and there. Still not entirely willing to give it up, Nikey, in one last attempt, leaned in to whisper in Bridget’s ear, earning her a good smack across her rear and instantly surrounded by all of them threatening enforced celibacy for a month of Sundays. After breakfast, Nikey dressed in a short skirt, V-neck top, and heels, not knowing if she would need to wear them or not.

At a few minutes past nine she kissed Tee and Bridget good-bye without a disparaging word to Tee that came close to giving her indigestion. She walked to the subway enjoying the summer sun now that it was considered safe with the criminal element behind bars. She had forgotten that the subway was running on a weekend schedule forcing a wait of fifteen minutes before it came giving her more than enough time to think. She was nervous about being late, nervous about the gig, nervous about being a hooker again, and nervous about getting the energy she needed, especially after Channling. Despite her musing the train came and she arrived at Sheila’s twelfth floor office in good time with her heart pounding.

Sheila was already there along with the hairdresser and makeup stylist, even a girl to do their nails. Nikey was shocked by the activity, unable to think of any good reason for this many people. Sheila greeted her with a good morning kiss and a touch. “Hi, love. Welcome to Costuming 101. You and I are going to make a lot of money at this party today and to do it properly, it has to be staged which...” She spread her hands in a grand gesture. “is why all of this. Sit and let’s get going.” By the time they were through, Nikey was the pirate bitch she’d always wanted to be. Sheila couldn’t say no to her love and supplied even the requested boots. They were exactly what Nikey wanted, snug fitting, dull black rising to mid-thigh with six inch heels. They perfectly set off a black studded thong with snap side release for those who couldn’t wait and a three inch ponytail clasp in gold to hold her fall enhanced mane. Her makeup was classical avatar, with dark eyes, red, red lips, matching toenail polish and fake fingernails.

Nikey was admiring her hooker look when Sheila approached with a surprise to finish it off. Sheila brought out a set of nipple rings connected with a mid-weight golden chain. Nikey looked down. “What’s with the nipple rings?”

Sheila raised her eyes again. “Don’t get mad, love, we have to face facts. You don’t have much upstairs, which means you need to have a distraction.” Nikey’s face reddened, earning her an elbow from Sheila. “I said don’t get mad. I’ve told you before in this business honesty helps. Be honest. Guys like whores to have big tits. You need a little work, is all. Between the Channling job and what you’re making with me, you can afford the best boob doc in the city. Get over it. So you know, you look very, very hot an if I wasn’t such a pig for money, I’d do you myself an tell the johns to screw.” Sheila helped her put the nipple rings on then stepped back to admire. With Sheila satisfied, Nikey checked herself out.

When all the finishing touches had been made, Nikey took another look in the mirror, checking out each view. “’God, even my ass looks good. I look fantastic! Shit I’d pay to screw me looking like this.’” She twirled, laughing.

Sheila was the princess whore in a gold Brazilian thong, seven inch open toed heels, high hair and dark Russian red lipstick and nails to match. Not wishing to cause a traffic accident or a riot when they left, Sheila brought out long, hooded coats to cover up on the trip down to the waiting limo so graciously supplied courtesy of the client. “When we get there, let me do all the talking an stand there with attitude. To be a good working girl, you need attitude. You need to let them know you’re the best fuck in town an only reason you’re there is to do them a favor. Ninety percent of this business is a head game at this level. Remember it, and the rest is easy.” Travel to New Jersey didn’t take long as most of those leaving the city for the holiday had already left. The party destination turned out to be in New York near Ramapo in a small motel the boys had rented for the day’s outing with the girlfriends before having to spend the rest of the weekend with wives and kids.

In all there where thirty-two, fourteen couples plus the two Capos, Johnny ‘Three Fingers’ and the Bridge with their ladies. When Nikey saw the Bridge she almost fainted, barely managing to stay on her elevated heels. Seeing him she was more than happy to let Sheila do the intros. It was obvious Sheila knew Johnny, having worked with, for, on, under him, before. Despite her worry Nikey managed a reasonable hello. ‘Hi. How ar’ya’ when she was introduced, trying to avoid any direct eye contact with Mordello.

Johnny told them where to drop their belongings, a small room off the main section of the motel and to come out when they were ready for the group intro. In the room, Nikey told Sheila about her experience with the Bridge. “Did he see you or Tee at all?” Was her only question.

“No, we hid in the car across the street from where he beat the guy up. He didn’t see us, I’m sure of that.”

“Good, kiddo. The good news is I’m the one who does the capos. You do everyone else. The bad news is if he wants you, you go no questions.” Sheila smoothing her rear and checked her hair. “One other thing to remember. When you and Tee were in the car, you didn’t look like a two grand an hour hooker.”

Nikey stared with her mouth open. “Am I a two grand an hour whore? You didn’t tell me.” Nikey’s entire attitude changed in an instant. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”

Sheila was always amazed at what happened when the cash was laid out. “Fuck you’re worse than I am about money. I wish I could talk you into doing this full time. We could be partners, millionaires within a few years, best whores in the city.” Caressing her, needing to touch before going out, Sheila thinking about her, them. Wait till we get back, sweetie. You’re mine.

Standing to the side to let Johnny make his traditional opening remarks Nikey noticed the only difference between her and the girlfriends was that she had boots on. Brazilian thongs, top optional, these chicks could easily be working the crowd like she was. If nothing else, she got a good view of boob jobs ranging from acceptable to really awful, “’Fucking bad, matter of fact.’” With the exception of her, a C cup was a minimum along with hair and makeup never intended to get wet.

Johnny’s intro was short and sweet. With his men decked out in short bathrobes and really bad Hawaiian print shirts in a poor attempt to cover the flab, they made believe they were listening. One or two of Jonny’s boys had decent bodies, the young up and comers with small Speedo’s holding in twitching dicks that might meet her expectations. As for the rest it was best not to go there.

For a short man Johnny stood tall waiting for quiet before starting. “Hi, guys, ladies and hoods, these are the whores we always have for your enjoyment and entertainment. Have fun boys, girls or something like that, and...” He pointed with a wise guy grin plastered across his kisser. “Brucy, this year, no hog ‘in the broads.” He received the expected laughs and the festivities began. Feeling totally fine about the Bridge especially when he didn’t give her a second look Nikey, was more interested in not screwing up. It helped a lot knowing she was making a couple an hour. Still, she only managed a wave when introduced.

Her first was the hardest having to get used to be summoned like a piece of meat, which, if she was honest; had to admit it was true when it came to these guys or any other john. “Hey pirate bitch! You’re hot! Come suck my tool while my friend here takes notes.”

She remembering an old gangster movie depicting a pro going down on a mob boss when she squatted to take him out and then began to suck and lick while moving around making a lot of moaning sounds doing her best to make the guy believe she might even like him. Nikey made sure the john didn’t come too quickly by letting the energy build to the right moment. It was important to get him to the point where the energy hit was worth the effort, and then carefully sipping enough to get hers, but not too much to make sure he didn’t pass out. It was the one thing each of the sisters told Nikey that she had to remember. Don’t take a lot of energy when they come, only enough to make them feel lightheaded, sort of like after they’d smoked a joint.

After she was done she went back to Sheila sitting at the bar having finish up on her first with the Bridge. She and Nikey’s spot was the outdoor bar area where they could freshen up, redo makeup, making sure it hadn’t smudged, and they didn’t have any leftover on them, all the usual sort of thing in this business. “Nikey, I like that little dance you do when you’re going down. Where’d you pick that up?”

While checking her hair, Nikey answered. “When I was in high school, I was watching this X rated gangster flick. This one scene shows a hooker moving an grooving going down on a mob boss. I always thought it was sort of neat so decided to try it out. They are mob guys? What you think?” Nikey heard the pirate bitch call. “Number two is calling, be back soon.”

Number two wanted the girlfriend to hold his while Nikey did him. The conversation that led up to actually doing him almost made her burst out laughing. “Hey, Gloria, come ‘ere baby. I wan you to hold me while she does me. Come on, baby. You know how much you mean to me... ”

“What ‘a, you fuck ’n nuts.” In an impeccable Jersey accent she registered her objection. “I ain’t holdin’ yo dick for some cheap whore to suck ya off.”

“Ah, come on, babe, for me? It’s not like you haven’t done it before. You wan make me look bad?”

“Make yo look bad? Ha! Yo wife makes you look bad. Me, I’m best thin in yo go damn f ’ing life.”

Ultimately, after ten seconds and a promise of a new fur coat, she capitulated. Refusing to look, she began stroking with the other hand on her hip looking over at the girls acting like a blushing virgin. Nikey was close to bursting out and the only thing she could think of to keep it under control was to take his dick in out of pure desperation finishing with her little dance number at the end. Number three had Nikey do the girlfriend while he did her from behind. The rest of the afternoon was much the same, following the script till every one of the men and most of the girlfriends had been done at least once. After Nikey finished round one, sometime around quarter to three, there was a rest period to let everyone recharge after they, unknowing, had charged up Nikey.

Sheila was at the bar when Nikey came prancing back from her last one snapping the leather G back on. At the bar Sheila asked wanting to know. “So what you think of this?”

Nikey lit a cigarette. “Great energy. I like the mix, but to be honest, I don’t think I’d do these guys again. I wouldn’t mind some other types, maybe.” She thought back. “Bachelor parties are good. Why...” She quickly looked away after saying too much.

Too late, Sheila caught it. “Bachelor parties dear?”

Nikey looked around as if anyone there might care. “Promise not to tell please. This isn’t my first professional time. Back in high school...” Staring, seeing amused surprise on Sheila’s face. “Don’t you laugh. Another girl and I were invited down to Cancun by one of our friends and her parents. One night three of us went to a hotel looking for a party we heard about an walked into one with about a dozen guys and only one girl.” She looked up from her drink while sipping to see if she could stop only getting a look back with a big grin. “Fine! She was the madam and her girls got lost or something. We didn’t figure it out till the end even after we sort of made sluts of our selves. Anyway at around two we’re about to leave when Claudia hands me a grand and says to come back the next night. Long story I made friends an started working for her most weekends during college. I’d fly out to Vegas, Miami, L.A., New Orleans, whatever on a Friday afternoon, do a party, maybe a Saturday afternoon one and another on Saturday night, fly back Sunday with three or four grand. Did it until I met Tee and that was that.”

Sheila looked at her happy to get the truth. “Interesting. Figured this wasn’t all new. You worked in to fast. Besides I wanted to know. For your information, these are about the best behaved group of any of them. You see, mob guys are real scumbags, have no doubt about it. They’re honest scumbags though. You know the difference?” Seeing that she didn’t understand. “Let me explain. They will tell you up front if you screw with them they’re going to beat the shit out of you, maybe even kill you. Straightforward, right? Now take a group of guys who, say, lie to start a war that gets hundreds of thousands of people killed or wounded. Who’d you thinks’ the bigger scumbag?”

Nikey was surprised and impressed. “Sheila how’d you get into this business, anyway? You sound like you’re educated. You could have done almost anything you wanted. Why hooking?”

Sipping her watered gin, Sheila debated if she wanted to tell and like Brian, decided she needing to. “For what it’s worth I have a bachelors in political science from Syracuse, under a different name of course, and I started out in Albany working for the legislature. I was always a great looking piece of ass, which got me into more situations than most, still. Anyway, I was always getting hustled, told if only I would suck him off, I could become something, or sleep with me tonight and I’ll make you my executive whatever. One day I did, ‘cause the guy was cute, I sort of liked him, and there was this job in Senate Finance I really wanted.

“What I got was nothing. Son of a bitch forgot I even existed, which really pissed me off and that was the last time. From that day on, I started charging up front haven’t stopped.” She looked for Nikey’s reaction then saw a hand waving off to the side. “Don’t look now, sweetie, but the Bridge is calling you. He’s half in the bag, couldn’t tell his mother from his wife right now. By the way, sweetie, so you don’t get surprised, the reason he’s really called The Bridge, it’s the size of his cock. The whole hang off the bridge thing, his sister thought of it first.” She patted Nikey on her behind. “Have fun, baby.”

Nikey was a bit nervous because it was the Bridge, even after doing close to thirty boys an girls. “’What the hell!’” He was only one more now no big deal. Remembering attitude, she strutted up to him with cigarette in hand assuming the correct accent. “Yeah wha ya want?”

The Bridget was wavering in the nonexistent breeze, his fly open and slurring his words. “What I wan, bishh yo sucklin m cock so sheee...” He pointed in the direction of his girlfriend. “Shhhe cun how donnn.” His hand went in the direction of the rooms but not anywhere in particular. “Not out like som fuf... en animaal.” He started swaying down the walkway. “Fif, room five swee har...t.”

Nikey was a tad upset about being called a bitch by him even if it wasn’t exactly the first time today she’d heard it. In the room, the Bridge pushed his pants down and grabbed Nikey by the shoulder, pushing to kneel, pissing her off even more. He took his dick out stroking it. “‘I don’t like being pushed around.’” Then she saw what he had to offer, ten maybe more and five plus around. “‘Holy shit, that’s one big cock!’ She was determined. ‘I’ll show you an your cheap shit girly.’” Nikey took all of him in one big gulp, sucking him like it was the best one she’d had all day. Nikey made the point with sound and motion for no other reason than to impress him and annoy his bitch girl friend. She succeeded beyond her worst expectation.

Mordello was surprised that she’d taken all of him being it was a point of pride for him that most women found it difficult. “Come here, Suzie, look. Bro... ad kno...w how suck. Fe she had a set tra yo, her a hearr beat.” He pulled out. Nikey was steamed about her breasts. “Suz, o be...d sppre...d ’m. I wan fuck f...m be...hin she do ya.”

Suz didn’t like any of it with a look on her face that would curdle sewage, worse she knew what was coming. “Come on, Bridge I don...”

The Bridge pointed with a wavering hand. “You bitch e her get on the bed an spre... ad ’m or get fu...k out. How like it, it or weav, lee...ave, keep f ’in go ’en.” He pushed Nikey on to the bed. “You bitch o ur knees, haaad betwe leg, sta li...kng.”

Not into it Suz tried to divert him. “Bridge what you do ’n, ass fuck ’n her?”

“Y ga no class Suz, think wan whore shit m dick, no way.” At that he entered and began humping and slapping Nikey’s ass while the girlfriend got even pulling her hair, pinching her checks and neck, all the time faking it, pretending she liked it.

“’You miserable fucks. Slap me you asshole wait till you come. I’ll suck you, all fucking of you.’” A light haze formed as he started to come, and Nikey began sucking his energy up with a ferocity she didn’t know she had, literally ripping it from his body. A heartbeat or two later, she heard a gulp then the Bridge stopped humping. She looked back and saw Mordello clutch his chest staggering back away from the bed a step or two, then falling over with a crash. Suzie screamed. Seconds later Johnny and two others smashed through the door coming in the room to see Nikey kneeling on the bed and Suzie leaning over the Bridge shaking him. His still hard cock waved back and forth with each shake, his eyes open staring at the ceiling. Mordello was as dead as a doornail.

“What the fuck happened in here?” Johnny exclaimed automatically, just as quickly realizing it was a stupid question. What had happened, from what he could tell, was that the Bridge had had a heart attack while fucking a whore but Suzie didn’t think so. She pointed at Nikey glaring with her trembling right hand. Naked, flushed, her body and fifty cent boob job shaking to her Jersey whine. “She did it, Johnny. She killed him. I saw it Johnny. She di sometin.”

Turning to one of the two men with him, Johnny ordered. “Get her the fuck outta here. What’s she, fucking nuts? F’ing whore have a thermo nuclear pussy or something. Goddamn nut job broad.” He pointed at Nikey with his hand and finger out. “You get some clothes on. Go with Sheila till we’re straight here.”

Nikey picked up her thong and left to find Sheila. Together, Nikey didn’t dare say a word, only letting her eyes talk until they were alone by themselves. A half hour later, Johnny came out with his head bobbing and hands held out to his side to talk with Sheila. “Only the other day I told him he better take care of himself. We talked about cutting back on the pasta, wine, cannoli’s, all that shit, an he laughed. Now is he laughing? Look at him, is he laughing now? No. Now I have to tell his wife he’s dead, kicked off fuckin’ a whore. F’in great! You two...” He pointed at Sheila and Nikey. “get your clothes then outta here.” Sheila and Nikey quickly grabbed what they came with and headed to the limo.

Johnny called Sheila over from the car. “Sheila, I’m sorry for all this.” He held his hands out as he tilted his head. “It happens. I want this kept quiet, if you get my drift. Here’s all the money I owe you plus an extra four for the one with the small tits.” He pulled her close. “Hey, Sheila! Next time get one with a rack will ‘ya.” He kissed her on both cheeks then slapped her on the ass. “Next week, sweetie, I’ll call.” And they were on the way.

Nikey was about to speak when Sheila locked eyes along with a small head shake to deliver the message ‘not till we’re alone.’ They rode back in silence with nothing to do other than have a drink from the bar and smoke. As they neared town Nikey started to talk about an acceptable topic, the women at the party. She wondered why they put up with it. “Nikey, the difference between them and us is we got paid today. They’re in it for the longer haul. The smart ones know they’re whores same as us. Did you notice the difference between the ones who did what the guys wanted and those who bitched? Bitcher’s are the ones who think those guys really love ’em. The ones making out with you or doing a joint blowjob, they know what the score is. They’re in it for the money for as long as it lasts, hoping in the meantime they don’t get replaced by another trophy or killed if the wise guy gets popped.” Sheila held her hand out. “Here.”

Sheila handed Nikey the four grand. “What’s this for?”

“That, love, is to keep your mouth closed. Say nothing if anyone asks, and no I’m not taking it back. Johnny gave it to me for you. You get it, no questions.” She lifted her head up to indicate that the driver was maybe, probably listening. Sheila wanted him to know she’d given the cash to Nikey. “But nothing! Here’s your split off the regular, ten. I keep two for the outfit.”