Chapter 2
Fellas, We Have to Have an Understanding

LUCY WORE A YELLOW wrap dress, fitted, opening in front. She wore thigh-high stocking again. Pantyhose would mask her extra-sheer white panties when she flashed him, she wanted him to see the hint of dark bush under her panties. She checked herself in the full length mirror, liking the new pale blue eye-shadow over her eyes and the dark, almost brown lipstick. It gave a more striking appearance.

Moving back to the desk, she glanced out at the beach and gulf water. Not as many people today, and it looked hot out, hotter than normal. The light breeze filtering through the window screen was almost steamy. She closed it, sat in the captain’s chair and buzzed for the second candidate.

Another Joe, this one wore a grey Armani suit. Joseph Cavalcare, nephew of the Boss of Miami’s La Cosa Nostra family, was six feet seven, a nice cleft chin in a square jaw and deep brown eyes. At 28, Cavalcare was a capo and ran the family’s illegal gambling and legitimate hotel holdings.

He strolled in confidently, squinted his left eye as if examining Lucy closely as he stood in front of the desk and said, ‘I had reservations about this, until I saw you.’

‘Have a seat, Mr Cavalcare.’

‘Call me Ox.’

Ox? Lucy fought off a grin. This thing of ours, La Cosa Nostra, produced some pretty interesting monikers, Jackie “The Nose” D’Amico, “Three-Fingers Brown” Luchese, Albert “Mad Hatter” Anastasia, Willie “Ice Pick”, “Big Al” Capone. Lots of “Bigs,” like her papa, “Big Luke” and Joe’s father, “Big Joe”. Then again, there were animals, Chicago Boss Anthony Accardo was not only known as “Joe Batters” but also “Big Tuna”. There was “Joe Pig” Pignatelli, “Tony Ducks” Corallo, Salvatore “The Bull” Gravano, even Tony “The Roach” Rampino. Why not an Ox? Cavalcare wasn’t thick enough to be an Ox, but was on the way there. His had very little neck. There already had been a “No Neck”. Lucy forgot the guy’s real name. From the old days, of course.

‘So, what do I have to do to win this gig?’

‘The Guag has given me your qualifications,’ Lucy said evenly. ‘You seem to have the business acumen. We just need to see if we … click.’

A wide smile came to the face that wasn’t unhandsome. ‘So how we do that?’

‘We start with dinner.’

‘All right. Where and when do I pick you up?’

Lucy came around the desk, her heartbeat rising as she leaned her butt against the desk, the front of her dress opening nicely to show the tops of her stockings, maybe even a hint of panty. She told him where to park his car at the marina. She’d have him picked up and they’d return to her yacht after dinner.

The smile grew wider as he nodded and looked her over.

Sliding up on the desk, she went through the pulling-up-stockings routine. The wrap-dress opened all the way to her waist as she raised her knee to pull up the first stocking. Those brown eyes leered between her legs as if mesmerized, as she switched legs and worked the next stocking up, her legs tingling, a quick dampness coming between her legs. She closed them but the front of the dress remained open as she sat with her knees together.

‘You know how to get a man’s attention.’ Ox reached down to readjust his cock. He looked up at her eyes and said, ‘Whatever you have in mind sounds OK, ma’am.’ A sexy smile now as he took in a deep breath and waited for what would happen next.

Lucy laughed and climbed off the desk.

‘Later,’ she said on her way back around the desk.

‘I’ll just walk out now,’ Ox said. ‘If I can.’ He got up and walked stiff-legged out of the room, The Guag coming right in.

In another double-breasted suit, this one dark green, The Guag sat and asked, ‘What’d you think of Mr Cavalcare?’

‘He’s an ox.’

‘That’s his nickname,’ said The Guag with raised eye-brows. ‘You pegged him.’

As if.

‘Y’all set up a date tonight?’

Lucy nodded, turned and looked out the window at two brown pelicans gliding past.

‘Then I’ll leave you to it.’ The Guag got up. ‘I understand “Little Joe” Perito sent a gift.’

‘He doesn’t like being called “Little Joe”.’

‘Duly noted.’

The gift came that morning. A small box with three red roses. One for each time they fucked, no doubt. Joe wasn’t one to lavish expensive gifts on a woman. She liked that.

She hadn’t spoken to the Dutas since Joe’s night. They were fairly mute most of the time anyway, but she wanted to clear the air with them so she asked them to drop by the yacht before going to pick up Cavalcare. She was still in her bra and panties when her cell phone rang and Cal said they were on the dock outside the yacht.

‘Come in,’ she said. She opened the door, her heart racing, and waited for them to react to her lacy French bra and matching see-through panties, but they came in and looked at her as if she wore a sweatshirt and jeans. Jesus, maybe they’re gay.

‘Have a seat, fellas,’ she said, moving to the kitchen to dig each of them an icy Coca-Cola from the fridge. The Dutas loved their ‘Coke-Cola’ as they called it. They were both still standing when she brought the frosty bottles to them.

She nodded to the sofa where Joe’d fucked her and said, ‘Sit, please.’

The twins sat at either end of the sofa and she handed each their Coke. They even drank in synchronized movements. Standing in front of them, hands on her hips, she said, ‘Fellas, we have to have an understanding. We’ve been friends a lot longer than you’ve been on The Guag’s payroll.’

A recognition came to Cal’s eyes. The twins had standard-issue African brown eyes to go with their blue-black skin, short cropped hair and round faces. When they smiled, which wasn’t often, their faces lit up.

‘Come on. I’m standing here in my underwear trying to get your attention.’

‘You have our undivided attention,’ said Earl, readjusting his crotch. ‘We’re acting like gentlemen, aren’t we?’ So they aren’t gay. Good.

‘Would you rather I got dressed for this.’ They might take her more seriously, but maybe not. Again, the power of a woman in lingerie played out here and Cal confirmed it.

‘We don’t mind looking, Lucy Lou. If you don’t mind showing.’ Their old nickname for her in grammar school told her everything.

‘Good.’ She sat on the sofa between them and pulled on her black thigh-high stockings. ‘Ya’ll know what went on here the other night and what’ll happen here tonight. I’m sure The Guag’s going to find out, but I don’t want y’all volunteering any information. Capiche?’

‘We volunteer nothin’,’ Earl said, giving her a good looking over. ‘We can’t lie to the man, though.’

Lucy pulled up the other stocking and said, ‘He’s going to find out, but until he does, I want you to remember where your loyalty lies. It’s with me and my papa.’ She stood up and ran her hands through her hair. ‘I’ve got to finish getting ready.’ She turned back and faced them again, her feet apart, the bright light from outside falling on her. She was so excited, standing there, knowing they could probably see right through her bra and panties.

‘I just wanted y’all to know I’m not keeping secrets from you two. I make myself clear?’

‘You sure do,’ Cal said, readjusting the way he sat now.

On her way to the bedroom, she saw both men shifting their cocks, Earl shaking his head, Cal grinning widely. She was so hot she had to change panties. Putting the finishing touches to her make-up she thought over what she’d just done. She’d planned out that scene and it had seemed to work, only she got more turned-on than she thought she would.

Lucy had never had a black man and if she did, it would be one of the twins, or maybe both. She looked hard at herself in the mirror. Two men at a time? What was she thinking? What was she evolving into? Goddess of Desire or nympho? She felt a deep frustration welling inside. She needed an Ox tonight and hoped Mr Cavalcare would really be one.

Joseph Cavalcare waited out front of the Magnolia Isle Casino in Gulfport, where he’d taken a room. His family had tried to weasel into owning part of the casino, his father had told him, but the Incantos pointed out the Mississippi Casinos had no gangster-ownership, not even silent partners. Big Luke Incanto turned right around and offered the Cavalcare part-ownership in some of the land along the coast, at a cost, but profitable for both families.

His father reminded him, before he left Miami, how generous the Incanto were, how they never hogged anything, always shared with any other family who wanted in on something good. That’s what made Big Luke so powerful, the most powerful Don outside the big five New York Families. Money talked and Big Luke was so fucking wealthy. The Ox felt so damn excited. If he could worm his way in here, he’d be set for life.

The nicest surprise was Lucy Incanto. What the fuck was she thinking with that little stocking and panty show? She’s an exhibitionist, he guessed and he was set to fuck the piss outta her. He’d even spritzed cologne on his balls.

He wore an Italian-cut white dinner jacket over a white shirt, charcoal tie and black pants. Unfortunately, the fucking waiters at the Magnolia Isle wore white jackets and black pants and two people asked Ox for drinks on his way through the casino. A big cowboy in a black ten-gallon hat wouldn’t take no for an answer.

‘I’m gonna report you, smart mouth,’ stammered the half-looped cowboy after Ox told him he’d had enough to drink already. Before Ox could think of an intelligent response, a pit boss came over and apologized to the cowboy, then turned to Ox and said, ‘Why aren’t you on station?’

Ox leaned close to the pit boss, close enough to back the man up a few inches, and growled, ‘I fuckin’ quit. Ass-hole.’

He almost made it to the front door before two huge guys in green jackets intercepted him with, ‘You gotta go to Human Resources before you leave. Get your last check.’

Ox let out a long breath and decided he didn’t want to do this, so he tried a different tack. He opened his coat and said, as low as he could, ‘See. This is linen. Not the cotton shit your waiters wear. I’m not a goddamn waiter. I’m a guest at the hotel. This the way you treat guests, Bubba?’

He was talking to the one on the right who pointed to the one on Ox’s left and said, ‘He’s Bubba.’

Ox rubbed his temples. Before he could decide on his next move, a man in a black tux stepped around the group and said, ‘I’m so sorry, sir.’

It still took five minutes to extricate himself from the apologies to find two black men, larger than Bubba and company, waiting next to a black Cadillac with tinted windows.

‘Mr Cavalcare,’ one of the men said, opening a door.

‘Forget it,’ Ox said. ‘I don’t need any more apologies.’

‘Miss Incanto’s inside,’ said the other man and Ox rolled his eyes and climbed in to find Lucy seated against the far door with her legs crossed. She wore a tight-fitting pink dress, short and low cut. He settled in next to her, a big smile on his face.

She smiled too, but only slightly and said, ‘Thank you for the flowers.’ He’d sent two dozen yellow roses. ‘A bit premature, wouldn’t you say?’

‘Premature?’

‘I’m not dead and you haven’t gotten laid yet.’

Wow, he thought, my kinda girl. But he was too off balance to say anything in response, so he told her how’d he’d just been mistaken for a waiter at the Magnolia Isle. She listened and even giggled, but he couldn’t tell if he was making headway, until she uncrossed her legs and flashed him her pink panties.

He got an instant erection and had to sit up. She seemed to like that, the wench.

She leaned back and said, ‘Since you’re staying in Gulfport, I thought we’d dine at Lucky Charley’s Steak House, one of the best restaurants on the coast.’ Ox knew the Incantos were part owners and Lucy was right, it was very good.

He had a large porterhouse steak while she had veal. He took it easy with the wine, keeping his wits about him. Lucy did most of the talking and he felt as if she was playing cat and mouse with him and he was the rodent. He didn’t mind letting the woman take the lead, not at all, but as soon as they stepped on the yacht and she kicked off her shoes, the Ox took over.

Before she could turn around, he came up behind her and kissed her gently on the neck, reaching around to caress her breasts. She squealed softly and shivered beneath his touch, but didn’t object. He worked her tight dress up over her ass, up to her waist and grabbed that fine ass. She cried out again, turned and shoved her mouth against his. She was strong, wrapping a leg around him, humping him as he tried to unzip the back of her damn dress.

‘Let me,’ she gasped. He let her go and she climbed out of her dress as he tossed his white jacket, tie and shirt in different directions. He noticed they were in a living room of sorts on the yacht. Lucy caught her breath momentarily and watched him unbuckle his pants, drop them then drop his jockeys before sitting on the nearest sofa to remove his shoes and socks.

She stood there in that lacy pink bra and matching panties, hands on her hips, staring at his cock as it stuck straight up in the air. She licked those full lips.

‘I like what I see,’ Ox said. ‘You like what you see?’

‘Condom,’ she said, unfastening her bra in front. ‘In my purse.’

Ox picked up his jacket and pulled out a string of six Trojans. ‘I brought my own, you little wench.’

‘You knew?’ Lucy said with feigned surprise as she dropped her bra, freeing those perfect round breasts and pink nipples. She worked her panties down and tossed them before easing over to the sofa.

He went to her like a bull, tugging on the condom before French kissing her again, roughly, climbing atop her and pressing his cock against her pussy. Pausing for a moment, he reached down to finger her, to get her moist and found she was already wet, so he plunged in, causing the little lady to cry out in pleasure.

‘Come on,’ he gasped. ‘You’re so fuckin’ beautiful. How do you like my cock in you?’

‘Yes,’ she cried back.

He fucked her furiously, pounding her, slowing only to let her catch some breath, before pile driving her again. Hell, he was almost putting her through the sofa and she bucked with him, the little whore, wrapping her legs around him, kissing him so hard, working that hot tongue against his.

He pulled his mouth away to get some air and told her, ‘God, I love pounding your pussy.’

‘Yes!’

‘You love my cock in you.’

‘Yes!’

‘Tell it. Tell it you love it.’

‘I … love … your cock.’

‘Fuckin A, you little mafia whore.’

She came with that, bouncing and screeching, clawing at his back. He came too in a titanic climax, spurting so much he thought he’d rip the condom. When he pulled out, he saw he hadn’t. Standing he looked around for the john.

‘That way,’ she pointed to the right and he took the come-filled condom to the bathroom to get rid of it, washed his cock with a face rag and went back for seconds.

Lucy lay on the sofa, catching her breath. The Ox had bulled her all right, fucked her harder than any man dared, called her a whore, slammed his balls against her ass when he came and she loved every delicious second. She particularly liked the name calling. It sent her heartbeat soaring.

How rough he was with her surprised her. How much she liked it surprised her even more and when he came out of the bathroom with a semi-erection, she couldn’t help staring at the cock as it approached.

‘Whenever you’re ready for more, my little whore, just tell me.’ He had a sickening, satisfied grin on his face. She grabbed him by the cock, pulled him to her and wrapped her mouth around it. The cock grew instantly hard as her tongue worked it and she sucked, beginning to bob her head back and forth. His breathing increased and he began to pump to her sucking.

Lucy pulled away and lay back on the sofa, her legs wide. ‘My turn.’

He went down on her, licking and sucking her pussy. He wasn’t an accomplished pussy eater, nor was he gentle, but he sent her over the top with his persistence and she climaxed a second time. Catching her breath, she watched him don a second condom before pulling her up by the hand and moving her around to implant his cock in her doggie-style. She reached under to help guide him in as he poked around and he grabbed her hips as he fucked her.

‘Come, on, baby,’ she gasped. ‘Fuck me.’

‘That’s … what I’m doing … you fuckin’ whore. You like it this way?’

She bounced on his cock. ‘Yeah.’

‘You like my cock pounding you?’

‘Yeah!’

‘I’m gonna wear you out!’

Actually, Lucy wore out the Ox. After taking a long time coming the second time, sending her through two more climaxes as he fucked her doggie-style, she had a hard time getting him up for thirds.

‘Man,’ he said, petting her hair as she sucked his cock, this time both finally on the bed. ‘You know your way around cocks, don’t you, you little whore?’

It took a while to get him back up and he only managed a semi hard-on, but Lucy dressed it in a condom, climbed atop and rode him to another climax. She had two, one deep inside where the tip of his cock wormed in her and one an outside clit climax that sent shivers through her before she collapsed next to the big lug, who smugly said, ‘I did you right, didn’t I?’

She laughed. ‘Yeah. But what’s with the cologne on you balls?

He blanched, yawned and fell asleep.

She watched him for a while, him looking like a little boy, before sleep gripped her eyes and she curled up next to him. Lucy dreamed of the Aegean again, of pale blue water streaked with turquoise, of the bright sun reflecting off the sparkling water with a fierce intensity, of purplish-blue streaks of deep water where a bearded man waited with a trident in his hand. Poseidon, one of Aphrodite’s suitors, rose from the sea bed with a fire in his eyes. Angry because she’d rebuffed his marriage proposal, the sea god left a turbulence in his wake and when he broke the surface, the sky was blackened by clouds. Lightning danced across the water, thunder roared and Thor, the mighty god of thunder, lifted his hammer and struck the sea causing a crash of thunder so loud rocks crumbled on a nearby island.

Thor? What’s he doing here? He’s a Norse god.

Lucy’s eyes opened and she was in bed in her yacht with rain pepping the window panes. A roll of thunder was quickly followed by a flash of lightning and a louder crash of thunder. She sat up and looked around. Ox was gone but another dozen yellow roses rested on a vase atop her vanity. She chuckled as a thunderclap struck and she felt the big yacht shudder. Lucy pulled a red kimono from the small closet, wrapped it around her body and stepped into the main cabin where the Dutas were watching TV.

Earl pulled his feet off the coffee table. At least he was in his socks. Cal had two glasses in his hands, raised one and said, ‘Wanna Coke-Cola?’

‘Coffee,’ she muttered on her way to the galley. Her legs felt tight, as if she had run a long distance and her pussy ached with pleasure-soreness. She was a wreck. Catching her reflection in the dark glass of the built-in microwave oven, her hair looking like a giant spider nest, she turned right around and headed back for a long shower.

‘I’ll get the coffee,’ Earl called out to her.

‘Whatever.’ She closed the door, opened it right away and said, ‘Thanks.’