Police Killer
I huffed on the cigar while moving my hips to
accommodate the lady administering pleasure for me. I moved it forth and back,
pushing myself ever deeper into her mouth before I released my pent up desire
in.
“Aargh!’ I screeched off before I pulled out.
I looked down to the lady on her knees there, with her lowered corset showing
her breasts. She was new to the casino, and had caught my attention when I walked
past her in the corridors. She was the cigarette lady offering anyone a smoke,
but I had my own desired smoke. Don’t lay your tears for them; these ladies had
done their shares of other works to get this job as the cigarette lady. I
stepped away before I hitched up my pants. I buttoned up while the lady got up
from her knees. She pulled up the corset over her breasts and wiped away at her
mouth.
“Move back to the Gambling Hall.” I passed her
the two dollars tip for the smoke. “And keep them smiling.”
The lady collected her dues and then picked up
her cigarette box. She strolled out with her hips swinging. I wanted to call
out to her but decided to drop it. After all, who cares if your panty is nipped
too tight up the arse. I checked myself on the body length mirror there in the
changing room. The dark striped Zoot three pieces suit overlapping below my
knees was my favorite. Its extra length allowed for me to conceal my machine
gun then but of recent need I had hidden pockets to conceal the short stubbed
.38 revolver. It was a FitzGerald Special two inch short barrel with five
shots. The revolver had the hammer-spur removed making it a favorite with the
shooters. I had two of it, silver coated on the surface.
The lady left the room but she did close the
door. I saw then the other ladies walking in to get change. They had the
courtesy to wait outside while I was in session there. I knew all of them well;
they had all bowed or bent for me. That was my orientation to work there.
I ignored the ladies and followed close behind
towards my personal office of mine. It came with my position as the Money Lodge
Casino owner. I walked along the wide window on the mezzanine floor to view the
action below. I got fifty tables out there, playing crap to dices. Every one of
those tables was occupied and most of them were losing to my rigged tables.
Sure, there will be the occasional shout of the lucky player, but most time,
they were my own henchmen paid to excite the tables. I saw my bouncers moving
among the crowd to remove the trouble makers.
“So please brief me on the development.” I
looked to my lieutenant seated on the settee before the edge wall. He was
enjoying the prohibited fermented drink in his right hand while his left hand
held the Cuban cigar. I saw his drink and frowned.
“Damn you, Paul.” I took a deep huff on the
cigar smuggled in by boats from Cuba. “Can’t you drink the decent stuff like
all of us?”
“Carl, I like my moonshine anytime to your
fermented grapes.” Paul Derringer was my elder brother; the brawn of the family
and then the enforcer for my business. “Regarding the Accountant hussy. I have
closed the books for you.”
I smiled on hearing that. Shelley was a good
accountant, and lover. She thought that with me in between her legs, I was her
to command. No one tells Carl Derringer how to behave. I had her bare ass
thrown out of my bed, and for that she took the books. She tried to blackmail
me and when that failed, she sang to the blues. I send the best to clear her
blues.
“The books, Paul?” I asked.
“We cannot find any books in her place and
also at the safe house. We are still looking.” Paul replied.
“Then find it or ..” I held back my tongue on
the last word. Paul knew what was on my mind, but he was family, so that did
not apply here.
“I would get it for you.” Paul replied and
then stood up. He carried out the container containing the moonshine made by
our family in the backwaters woods.
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