Thread: Love Games ( Yoshie & G23)

Somewhere in the Midwest The cigar flared, momentarily exposing the face of the man, and the woman before him began to scream. PLEASE!??!?!?!?! NO!! I'M SORRY!!! He smiled coldly and blew a puff of smoke into her face. Indeed you are my dear. But not as sorry as you will be. She coughed and reached out to him and his hand lashed out hard and fast, and she cried out in pain, clutching her bleeding nose and already sobbing in terrified pain. The two men beside her looked on silently. The smoker, less than 30, but powerfully built, and in a suit that could not have cost less than 10.000, studied the woman carefully. She was young, exceptionally beautiful despite the blood and tears on her face, and her nude body was a miracle of creation. He chuckled. You have betrayed me. I never forgive that. He held out his cigar and tapped it, the cinders falling onto her bare chest making her yelp in more pain. Goodbye. She tried to leap forward to beg for mercy but the men beside her had her arms and hair, and with a single concerted movement they hurled her into the pit behind her, ignoring her screams as the pit slammed closed and machinery activated. Her screams only grew louder as the machines shrieked into life and tore her once beautiful body into shreds. The smoker waited until the screams ended, then nodded to his men. To the pigs. Bleach the machines. They nodded and set to work as he left the building, got into his car and drove off. The next morning Alex Tate, or AT as his buddies called him, was balanced, sorta, on the lip of a rooftop, waiting for the fat tub of guts to get closer. Only 14. AT was still one of the better known faces here on Martin Luther King Boulevard, and the only white native of this the most dangerous street of East Saint Louis. Orphaned but refusing to go to Child Services he slept in any one of the many filthy alleys, and had done since he was 4. He had grown up quick, hard, and sneaky, a true child of the streets. Now he ran the latest regrouping of the MLKB Crushers, a rather brutal street gang who fought even against adult gangs and the cops to keep their streets the way they liked them. AT lead because he was the quickest, the meanest, but also the smartest. He was rather short for his age and not much to look at just now, but he was no fool. He had gone to school, studied what mattered to him, and read all the time. He had learned that books had secrets, such as battlefield tactics, and even how to commit crimes better, and even more important, how to make weapons. He also learned how to improve his games. Which was also why the fat slob was coming for him. AT had used his considerable charm and charisma to get into the bed of the slob's 17 year old daughter many times over the last three months, and her father had finally found out about it, and had spent all morning chasing Alex all over the neighborhood. But though the slob had lived here all his life, no one knew the area better than Alex Tate. Now they were back on the slob's own apartment building, Alex seemingly backed against the edge of a six story drop with nowhere to go while the slob's daughter and latest woman screamed for him to stop, and AT seven fellows from the Crushers jeered the fat man. The man was in a rage, and refused to listen. Cum 'ere lil fucker. No one fucks my daughter! He drew out a switchblade and let the blade pop free. I'll cut of yer lil fucker and ya won't trouble no one else! Alex studied the man and smiled. No thanks. I like my 'lil fucker' where it is. And so does your daughter. Five or six times a night in fact. The man screamed and lunged, but Alex had already jumped off the edge of the building. He fell silently, letting his body relax as with a crash he landed in the overstacked pile of garbage bags covering the massive dumpster beside the building. Holding his breath and closing his eyes he began to roll and soon fell into the street. Only once standing did he open his eyes and look up at the swearing fat man and wink, then walked on to join the Crushers, who, laughing, took him to the carwash on the quarter, shoved him in, and sprayed him down and scrubbed him with the tire scrub to get rid of the stink, then used the drier blower to finish him off. They did all of this while also washing ten different cars, thus they cleaned up their leader, and also made a tidy profit for themselves. While all this went on, a certain car had been parked on the corner, and a man with a cigar watched it all unfold, while his employees made excuses. Finally, when the boys were on their ninth car he looked at his employees who all froze. You all owe me at least a hundred more a day. I know you've been skimming and I've let it go to let you think you're clever. Well here's the deal. I want all my money in an hour. The men, and women, all flushed, then sensing he would say no more, fled the man's presence as he put his car into gear and rolled over to the carwash just as the other boys started the tenth and Alex ruffled his now dry hair. The man snapped his fingers to get Alex's attention and Alex whirled to say something smart, then froze, knowing all too well what the car and the man in it meant. The man smiled. Smarter than you look. C'mere. Alex gulped and moved forward, but not within arm's reach or the reach of the door. The man studied him for a long moment, then gestured at boys working. That your idea? Alex shrugged. C'mon kid. Answering me won't hurt you. I'm not a kid. And yeah it was my idea. So what? The man nodded. Well I'm looking for some help. I don't do faggot shit man. Who asked you too? If I wanted a gay boy I would go talk to one of the pimps. Not the local punks. Ain't no fucking punk man. Really? Why didn't you fight the fat guy then? Punk. Alex glowered but answered anyway. Bitch had a knife. And he's too big to fight...for now. The man grinned. Good answer. What would do if you had had the knife? Wait until he got tired and cut his throat. Even better answer. Here. He held out a 100 bill. You wash my car right and you keep that. Alex debated. They already had twenty five bucks. The gang could live on that. Alex could keep the hundo to himself. He leaned forward and snatched the bill away. Alright. roll in. The man rolled up his window and pulled into the lane, still puffing his cigar and watching Alex. Alex actually did make change, and start washing the car. He didn't half ass it or try to skip out, but rinsed, soaped, scrubbed, then waxed every inch of the big car, a very nice Jaguar. When he finished he noticed that his buddies had left him, unaware that they had been shooed away by the man in the car. He was just putting the stuff away when the garage doors on either side of the lane slammed shut and the man stepped out of the car. Alex tried to yank on the doors but they wouldn't budge. Heart pounding he turned to face the man. The man was very dark, even for a black man, but his eyes were eerily pale, a very light tan rather than brown, and his hair was cut into a well kept fade. his suit was perfectly tailored, and his shoes were hand crafted wingtips, with a large monogrammed jR on each toe. Seeing that Alex froze, then looked up at the man and gulped. You can have the money back Mr. Russell sir...just please..don't hurt me. I'm nobody. I never mess with your girls...or the boys who work for you. The man, one Jerry Russell, studied him for a long while, then took another puff of his cigar and blew it out, letting the smoke waft over him. Why shouldn't I hurt you? Alex's mind raced. Well.... i could work for you. I'm no good to be sold but my boys and I could run protection for your uh...clients. Make you some more money...sir. Russell arched an eyebrow at the sir. He took another puff and rolled his silver wedding ring thoughtfully, then reached into his jacket pocket with his right hand, smirking as Alex flinched. He drew out a roll of cash. No. i have a better idea. You take this. Give it to your buddies and tell them to report to my club downtown tonight. But you come with me. Now. Alex gulped again. But why? You...You don't use boys...and I'm only good on the streets. Russell grinned. We'll see kid. Im offering you a job. it's shit work but it's a job. And a place to eat and sleep. Alex knew this was too good to be true. Why? You don't need me. Russell chuckled. No.No i don't. But you could be useful in the future. Can you read and write? Alex nodded. Do math? Make change? Alex nodded again. Alright. Get in the car. Alex slowly rose from the wall, then gestured at the money. What about talking to my boys? You will when we pass them. Get in the car. Alex gulped but obeyed, but got into the front seat, not daring to get into the back. Russell nodded his approval and got in. The doors opened and there was no sign of who had lowered them. The car rolled out and Alex spotted his gang on a street corner eating junk food and cracking jokes. The car pulled up and he waved them over. They started to crack more jokes despite the car when he hissed. It's Jerry Russell assholes! They all fell silent, then their eyes widened when he held up the large roll of money. He wants you to come see him tonight at Mercy's. He gave them the money, then jumped as the window went up and the car took off. He whirled to look at the man driving, certain he was doomed. Russell said nothing. Not a word. They crossed the river and went into the entertainment district, and pulled up before a very understated yet clearly popular club. Alex waited until the man parked and got out before stepping out and gently shutting the door, then took off after the marching back of the most powerful man in the sex industry of the nation. Once inside he stared in awe. There were TVs on the walls and men and women at the bars, in large chairs and couches, drinking any number of spirits and the Cardinals were on the screens. But Alex's eyes were locked on the servers. Each was simply gorgeous, and entirely nude. Strippers of both sexes worked poles, the bars, in cages, and even on tables. The music was throbbing loud, and Alex's eyes just got wider and wider and wider. But he stayed behind his host, and followed him through the throng to the back, then up a hidden staircase to a large plush office. A woman in a see through blue negligee and fuck me heels was sitting behind the desk, her very nice legs up on the desk when the door opened. She turned and leapt to her feet. Mr. Russell sir. how good to see you. She gulped her tousled blond hair spilling over her massive breasts while trembled, while her blue coated lips all but disappeared. She didn't even notice Alex who could not help staring at her. Russell smiled sweetly. This is Blue Ivy. She manages this place for me. Ivy this is Alex. Her eyes flicked to the boy and she blinked, very confused but nodded. Ivy I need your office for a bit. She all but sprinted to the door. Of course sir. Can I bring you anything? No thank you. Alex would you like something? Alex, eyes still glued to the impressive breasts of the woman before him, slowly shook his head. Ivy shut the door and he jumped, looking back to Mr. Russell who went behind the desk, then gestured at the chairs before it. Sit. Alex rushed to obey, realizing he too was trembling. What's your name kid? AT...I mean Alex Tate-sir. Russell smiled. So you do know who I am? Alex nodded. Tell me what you know. Alex gulped. You are Jerry Russell. The King of Sex. Every brothel in the nation either belongs to you or pays you money. You control most of the porn produced, and you have control of more escorts and hookers than anyone else...including the Mob. Who won't touch you? Russell arched an eyebrow. Where did you hear all that? The pimps on the streets. They talk about you like some kind of god-sir. Russell nodded. And the thing about the Mob? Everyone heard about Chicago sir...and Baltimore. And that thing in New York..did you really- Russell waved this away. Yes I did. Now would you like a job in this business? Alex blinked. Well sure...sir. But why me?I'm just a punk off the streets. Russell smiled. A punk who turned 2 bucks into 25 dollars in the space of ten minutes. This business is about money Alex. Now you are too young to serve alcohol, and I'm not going to sell your ass. But you can learn. You can work, and you can help Ivy. Alex blinked. Help...her? How sir? she's done this all her life hasn't she? What good would i do? Russell smiled again. I want you to work on making this place more profitable. That is your job. You'll get a salary, but your job is to keep this place safe, clean, and making money. You're clever enough to make that happen. Aren't you? Alex slowly nodded. yes sir...but what about my crew? They are punks. But even punks can be useful. I want them to start recruiting. Who? And for what sir? The competition. Alex blinked. What? They are going to work on getting the hookers, strippers, and other sex workers I don't control to come work for me. That is your other job. To get that data and sue it to get me more employees. No killing, no violence against the workers themselves. Just get them under my dollar. Alex slowly nodded, finally seeing where this was going. What about MLK? Russell grinned. I've already paid the Zig-Zags to hold it and clean it up under the name of the Crushers. What?! When?! Why? Because I like the idea of a bunch of kids who fight off adults. And yes I've heard about what you and your boys did. Especially to the Jamacians. Russell leaned forward slightly. Including that you have already killed Alex Tate. Several times. Alex gulped but said nothing. Russell smiled. Smart move. Now I'm offering you room, board, food and drink, and education. That's one rule. you go back to school. You work, eat, and live here for free, but only as long as you do well in school. But why? Education is important. Don't argue.As long as you attend you have a place to live and get paid 2 grand a week. Alex's eyes bulged at the money. He began nodding. Yes sir. Good. Now go find Ivy. We have much to discuss. Alex obeyed and while he was gone Russell made a call. Out to California where he quickly reached Claudia Russell, his wife. How goes it on the Coast? She sighed. Oakland is being troublesome again I handled it. How? Completely. Very well. You still planning on going through the rest of the Bay Area? Of course. Where you off to next? Miami. Then a tour of the South before heading north. You'll be joining me in Atlanta? Of course my love. We have that dinner to attend next week. He nodded as he heard steps on the stairs. See you then darling. He hung up and turned as Blue Ivy and very pale Alex entered the room. Eight years later Alex studied his office carefully. It had been his office for a full two years now, ever since his twentieth birthday when Blue Ivy, with the Russell's permission, had named him the new manager of Mercy's and it's entertainment complex and had retired a millionaire, to do her pornos and her new sex toy line. Things had changed both for Alex, Mercy's and Saint Louis. Alex himself was now a millionaire, and had become the de factor boss of every Russell owned business or service in Missouri and two hundred miles into each state it bordered. The first two years he had just been learning the business, the way things worked, how to mange the money going in and coming out, and working on his own schooling and education. He had had a number of ideas though. He had convinced Ivy and the Russells to install camera in all the rooms, and sold the videos of clients with the girls to porn sites until he had met a skilled computer nerd who wrote and ran a massive porn site for the Russells where the videos were uploaded, along with ads to come meet the girls in person. The girls themselves also all became webcam models, and here they made tons of money. Even the girls who just had no skill for dancing, or couldn't bear to sleep with the clients made good money for themselves and the bosses. People paid them thousands to take off their clothes and touch themselves while they watched. And this, and the influx of new talent the Crushers, now grown to more than a hundred core members, had brought in from all over, had pushed the profit margins up for Mercy's at an astonishing rate. Mercy's had in turn bought out the entire block it sat on, as well as the block across, and turned both into entertainment plazas. More sports bars, some nightclubs, an Imax theater, shops of various kinds, video game arcades, and even a family fun place called King's. All of this hidden the under belly. A newly expanded Mercy's, with more pole, more girls and guys, more rooms, more bars, more servers, and more options than ever before. An adult boutique and store, video arcades, an adult spa, and a very successful porn studio. Alex himself had been behind every single one of these ideas, and he always had more incoming. Now he had retired girls and guys in management, keeping them in the family and training the newcomers, while the Crushers, still recruiting, had also been shifted over to serve as protection for all of Mercy's. They were untouchable. But their competition not so much. Every single strip club, brothel, titty bar, adult store, porn palace, and other sex house in the city had either been purchased by the Russells at a ghastly low price, or they had been forced out of business and replace by Russell owned business. And Alex had been the key to all of this as well. He had also managed the same thing in Kansas City, both sides, Columbia and Jeff City, and Springfield, as well as several smaller towns throughout the Show-Me State. And the money just poured in. Being so centrally located, and hosting more and more events every year, the profits had grown and grown and grown, and now Alex was not worried about losing his job, but finding more ways to increase profit. He was still worrying when the door opened and he whirled to find the exquisitely dressed Claudia Russell before him. He moved forward and carefully helped her remove her coat, not saying a word. Mrs. Russell said she rather liked him, but she didn't allow employees to speak to her until she had spoken first. He carefully hung the coat up and stood by the door, waiting either for her husband to arrive, or for her to speak. She went to the desk, studied it's neat surface carefully, eying the pair of computer monitors, then turned the chair and sat in it. Alex continued to watch her, but he still turned as Mr. Russell entered the room. Mr. Russell had not aged so much as a day from when they had first met, and Alex still could not help feeling nervous around him. He was taller and even fitter than Mr. Russell now, but he knew that the man before him was only more dangerous now than he had been eight years previously. The gorgeous and voluptuous raven haired beauty behind the desk was likely even more so, and thus Alex still held his tongue, though he moved toward his boss, helping him with his coat and hat. It was raining tonight. Russell gave both items to Alex and nodded as the young suited man hung them up respectfully and still held his tongue. When he had first started Alex had had a rather smart tongue that had nearly earned him Mrs. Russell's anger. He had learned much since then. Russell turned toward the desk and Alex immediately moved to it, drawing another chair up beside Mrs. Russell's. Now she smiled. Thank you Alex. My pleasure Mrs. Russell. How was your flight? Abysmal. So much jostling i fear it ruined my hair. Impossible. Your hair is perfect as always Mrs. Russell. This was flattery, but no lie, as the stacked coils were rigidly perfect, just like the rest of her flawless face and body. She smiled. Flattery is it Alex? Did you break something? No Mrs. Russell. Just speaking the truth. May I get you something? I have your favorite chilling to your preferred temperature. She considered him for a moment. He was being very courteous and most respectful. no one called her ma'am. Ever His suit looked good enough and he had obeyed the rules. She nodded. You may. He bowed slightly and went to a blank wall, and pressed it, opening a hidden refrigerator. He drew out a wine chiller and a flute, and filled it nearly to the brim, then brought it over, laying it on a snow white napkin before stepping back. She studied him and the wine, then leaned forward and inhaled softly. The cork? In the chiller Mrs. Russell. Shall I get it? No. She gently cradled the glass and swirled the wine a touch then smiled and sipped it. She smiled even more. You did get my favorite. Thank you Alex. Truly my pleasure Mrs. Russell. May I get you anything Mr. Russell? Jerry had taken his seat as his wife was served, and was already combing through the ledger, the accounting seats, and the other financial data. He looked up and nodded. yes. my favorite. Both. Alex went to the fridge and first brought out the humidor. He clipped off the tip of the cigar then gave it and the lighter to his boss, before fetching a large beer mug and a bottle of creme soda. He opened it and poured it expertly and set this on a coaster before his boss. Mr. Russell confused him. He smoked like a chimney, but only cigars, and refused to imbibe any alcohol at all. Of course Alex himself didn't drink or smoke either, but Mr. Russell always seemed an enigma to him. Once he had served them, he stepped back, shutting the fridge and the door to his office, locking the latter, and waited to be summoned. Mr. Russell finished with the accounting sheets and slid them to his wife, who studied them just as carefully. her eyes flicked to Alex and she coughed slightly. he stepped forward. Yes Mrs. Russell? What's this purchase of a machine from Venture? That is the new sex machine Mrs. Russell. A very impressive device. I know it is more expensive than the last one, but it's guaranteed to be more durable, it has more...fixtures, and comes with a lifetime repair or replacement warranty. I did pay the extra expenses out of my own salary to alleviate the burden. She nodded at the answer, then tapped the next entry. And this tripled order of lubrication? Alex nodded. We had no choice Mrs. Russell. The ladies shows with the new machine have been so popular we've have to quadruple them. Meaning we've used much more lubrication. I've also had to hired some...specialists to ensure the ladies aren't hurt. That's the next entry. But the entry after that is the profit purely from that machine. She glanced down then up at him her eyes wide. He nodded. Increase of profits by some 200 Mrs. Russell. Also if you check the next four entries you will see similar figures for the men, though not as impressive. She did so then looked up. And your explanation? He bit his lips. Mrs. Russell may i speak frankly? She nodded. He nodded as well. It seems that our clients who prefer males enjoy the machine used on themselves rather than the men. For health reasons we have to use a special fixture for the clients and a special power setting. We can't risk anything more. The more they use it the less our men can though. thus less profits from that, but I did note the tips we are given for the use of the machine. Still not quite as impressive, but i believe it should come very close. That's in the bottom entries. She arched and eyebrow then looked and nodded impressed. I see. Back to these specialists... Four nurses, and two doctors who specialize in such matters. All six of whom used to work here at Mercy's and were part of my future education plan. They are very skillful and have lowered workplace injuries and accidents by more than 60. Mr. Russell spoke now. And the street income? Alex bit his lip. That is drying up somewhat sir. If you will recall our new mayor promised to clean up the streets. And he has been. So I've doubled the escort services, and I have more secure locations for the street workers, as well as better lawyers, but there is very little more I can do sir. He refuses to meet with me, or to be influenced by any of our friends. He also claimed he would close Mercy's down if I tried to contact him again. He gulped as both Russell's looked at each other then at him. When did he say this? Not ten minutes before you arrived Mr. and Mrs. Russell. He was most adamant. I am not sure what I should do next, so I waited for your guidance. He also made it clear that he had not dared to break the no phones rule, and more importantly that the room they were in was clear. The Russells studied him, then looked at each other again. They did not speak, but a silent conversation took place anyway. Then Mrs. Russell spoke. Alex. Yes Mrs. Russell? i want you to wait until we have left the city. We will send you a message when it is safe. Then you are to go collect the mayor. He nodded waiting and taking note every detail of his orders. Once you have him you are to use your own impressive skills to convince him to retract his statement. He may either become or friend, or he shall have to be removed from office. Am i clear? Yes Mrs. Russell. Any restrictions. She considered this then spoke in a voice cold as the ice of her eyes. No. Three hours later, after fully inspecting the entire club, the rooms, and every corner of the complex, as well as short encouraging speech to all the employees, Alex received a call from a voice he didn't know that the Russells had boarded their private plane and taken off for San Francisco. He said nothing and hung up. He would wait another two hours for them to clear Missouri airspace, then he would set to work. He did have some ideas. As he planned he had an odd thought. He wondered what San Francisco was like. he shrugged it off and resumed planning, his eyes on his blank computer screens, his hands on the arms of his chair, showing nothing of the thoughts coursing through his mind.