Pepper stepped out into the
bright sunlight. People would say that it’s the same sunlight shines on the
inside of present is on the outside. But Pepper knows that this isn’t true. The
sun can be tainted just as the air we breathe can be.
A horn blew and for a moment
he disregarded it as he took in the sights around him. Five years, but nothing
had really changed; the city still looked like the city. His trained eyes
caught two crimes occurring within blocks of the prison; someone copping drugs,
someone trying to sell pussy.
He hurried down the concrete
stairs and Connie climbed out of a Lincoln Town car. Hmmm, he must be driving
big Don's car. Pepper new Donnie prefer the sports year models.
“Yo, Bro!” Donnie hugged him
affectionately. “Damn, man! You put on some muscle.” Pepper thought that Donnie
had also put on something—fat.
“Not much to do in prison but
lift,” He said. This wasn’t quite the truth…there’s actually quite a lot to do
in prison. But these thoughts he kept to himself.
“Come on, get in my man. My
father wants to see you.” Pepper’s eyes
flickered briefly. Co Donnie was back to the ‘my father’ bullshit again. Before
Pepper went to the joint Donnie was talking, ‘our father.’
Unlikely brothers they made.
Donnie was German through and through; from his curly red hair, gray eyes and
freckles. He’d always been thick and stout…he was just plain fat now. Even
though Donnie stood just under 6 feet and was built like a football player,
there was something soft about him. Maybe it was his daddy’s money. Donnie
played with the hustlers and criminals and that was the distinct difference
between Donnie and Pepper.
The fact that Pepper actually
did come from the streets and hustling had been ingrained into his very DNA was
not the only differences the two half brothers had. Pepper Pace stood six feet
three. He’d always been well built but after his prison stint was cut and
chiseled. Unlike Donnie, his Latin and African American heritage masked any of
the ‘white’ blood that his father had contributed. He didn’t look anything like
Big Don; but he knew that the gangster was his father. And more importantly,
the gangster knew it too.
He got into the car and look
at Donnie. “Big Don’s car?”
“No, yours.” Donnie said, a
brief shadow crossing his face. Pepper noted the look and filed it away. He
inhaled the smell of the new leather and then he chuckled humorlessly.
“What?” Donnie asked.
“How’s everything?” Pepper
said ignoring the question.
“Everything?”
“Okay, just you. What have
you been up to?”
Donnie frowned. “Daddy gave
me Nigger-town to handle. Fuckin’ hate dealing with those bad-ass wannabees!”
Pepper’s brow rose in
surprise. The neighborhood he was referring to was, in fact, full of bad-asses.
However the only wannabe, as Pepper saw
it, was Donnie. Of course he couldn’t hang with that crowd—the fat pampered
Daddy’s boy thought of his clients as niggers and they knew it.
“How’s Big Don?” Pepper
asked.
Donnie took his eyes from the
road briefly to look at Pepper. “Same-old, same-old. He’s still a muatha
fucker.” Donnie lit a cigarette and offered on to Pepper who declined.
“You quit this shit?” Donnie
asked, surprised.
“Yeah. I haven’t smoked in
two or three years.”
“Pepper…” Donnie chewed his
lip. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit you, man. I meant to keep money on your books
but shit-”
Pepper looked at his brother
surprised. “We’re not fucking, Donnie. Big Don sent me money. That’s all that
matters.”
Donnie gave him a guilty look
that he quickly masked. “Speaking of fucking, did you get a lot in prison?”
They both laughed.
“Not a lot, but enough,”
Pepper responded good-naturedly. Donnie gave him a quick look to see if he was
serious—just like Pepper knew he would.
“Well…you ain’t gotta worry
about that shit no more. I got some bitches lined up for you!” He laughed
lewdly.
Pepper looked at him. “You
know what I want?”
Donnie looked at him
hesitantly. “A Catholic school boy?”
Pepper closed his eyes and
shook his head trying not to smile. He had missed the little prick. “No Donnie…jeez.
I want a big ass steak from Ruth’s Chris; a six pack of beer and then a feather
top bed to sleep in tonight. Then…maybe a woman with a body and face like
Serena Williams.
Donnie scowled. “Your
priorities are fucked, Pepper.” He tossed his cigarette out of the window. “You
know, The Family has you set. Daddy has a job for you. You have a place to lay
your head, money, car. We appreciate you doing time for The Family. I mean it…” He looked at Pepper who appeared
to be ignoring him. “Well, Daddy will go into all of that.”
~***~
Donald “Big Don” Schrege
lived in a very suburban neighborhood. Although he had the biggest and best
house and car on the block, he actually chose to live a modest life. His
neighbors had no idea that he had accumulated the wealth to live life like
royalty. That he chose to stay close to his own roots is what set him apart
from many others in the criminal underworld.
Big Don kept a low profile.
He mowed his own grass Saturday mornings in the big ride-on mower. He took his
wife to a nice mid-priced seafood restaurant every Friday night and went to his
kid’s open house at school—those kids that he actually acknowledged.
But Big Don also had another
side. He was the head of a lucrative crime family. His crime family put drugs
out on the streets, prostitutes or corners, and ran numbers; the latter had
been Donnie’s job. Big Don also Solved Problems and this had been Pepper’s job.
Pepper Pace was his father’s hit man.
Donnie pulled the car up into
the long drive-way of Big Don’s very suburban house. The two men entered the
house without knocking. “Daddy?!” Donnie yelled. “We’re back.” Pepper closed
the door behind them. A ten or eleven year old girl appeared at the top of the
stairs. Her eyes lit up and she squealed in the way that young girls did.
“Pepper!” She yelled as she
hurried down the stairs and past Donnie, jumping straight into Pepper’s arms.
Pepper smiled in surprise.
“No way…Diana? My God, you’re a teenager.” She giggled happily.
“Hi Diana.” Donnie said
sarcastically. She turned to him and stuck her tongue out at him in a very
bratty way.
“Why I oughta-” Donnie said
approaching her menacingly. She squealed
in real fear but then Big Don entered the room.
“Diana. I thought you went to
the mall with your mother.”
“I didn’t want to go, Daddy.”
“Well we have grown people
business to discuss so go back upstairs or go out and play.”
“Yes, sir.” She gave Pepper a
brief hug. “Bye Pepper!” She ignored Donnie and skipped back up the stairs.
Pepper heard him mumble
something that sounded like fucking bitch
and it alarmed him.
“Pepper!” Don greeted, eying
him. “You look good, son.” Son used in the most generic form, Pepper assumed,
since Don had never acknowledged their father/son connection. Don took Pepper’s
outstretched hand and pulled him into a genuinely affectionate hug.
Pepper’s mood darkened but he
remained silent and accepted the affectionate show despite the fact that it
angered him. This man wants to hug him but had never visited him, phoned him,
or written him in the past five years that he’d been doing time for ‘The
Family’.
Which is not to say that Big
Don hadn’t given him anything. He had given Pepper his reputation to take to
prison with him. And in the scheme of things, it was the best gift that the old
man could have given.
“You look good, son.” Don
said, unable to his pride. Donnie shuffled somewhere behind them.
“He bulked up, didn’t he
Daddy?”
Big Don ignored him. “Come
into my office, lets talk.”
They went into a large room,
comfortably but not opulently furnished.
Big Don just gestured for
Pepper to sit in one of the leather bound chairs facing a large desk. Big Don
set down behind the desk. He put on some spectacles and reached into a drawer
for items that he lay on the desktop.
Pepper watched silently.
Donnie paced back and forth.
“I've been holding some
things for you Pepper.” He handed him a checkbook. “No one knows about this
account. It’s totally off the grid.” Pepper looked at the register. $50,000. He
raised his brow.” Don slid to him a large envelope. “Deed to your house,” he
said when Pepper examined the contents. “Nothing extravagant; just a nice
little house.”
“I wanted to decorate it for
you, but Daddy wouldn’t let me.” Donnie said excitedly.
Big Don acknowledged him for
the first time. “If Pepper wants to live in a fucking brothel than he’ll ask
you to decorate for him.” He turned his attention back to Pepper. “My wife
decorated it.”
Pepper took a set of keys out
of the envelope. “Don…thank you.” He hadn’t expected any of this.
Donnie reached into his
pocket and pulled out the car keys that he had just used.
“The Lincoln Town Car is
yours, too.”
Pepper accepted the keys and
smiled slightly. “House, car, money in the bank…did I also happen to have a
legit job that I wasn’t aware of?”
“Ah, of course. You happen to
be the manager of a night club, strip joint. It’s completely clean and owned by
an ‘associate’ of mine. You’re not on probation so there shouldn’t be any
problems with that.” He slid a thick envelope at him. “Some walking around
money.”
Pepper quickly counted up
fifteen hundred dollars, which he promptly slipped into the pocket of his
leather jacket. He looked at Big Don with confusion. “Don,” his voice was low,
“house, bank account, car, a job…I expected the money and maybe some job at
some second rate establishment but…” He looked his father dead in his eyes,
something that even Donnie found tough to do.
“Is this something you do for everyone that serves time for you?”
Donnie responded in surprise.
“Hey, Pepper…I don’t think you should be looking a gift horse-”
Pepper turned his intense
dark eyes on him and although he looked nothing like the man that had offered
the sperm to mold his creation, the look was just the same; cold disregard. In
that moment, it was clear how both men has risen to the status of criminal—they
could turn on that coldness at the drop of a dime.
Any further comments froze on
Donnie’s lips. It was unclear what
thoughts had formed behind the pudgy man’s silence. It could have been the remembered
image of Pepper disemboweling a man that had stolen from Big Don, or the time
that he had punched a guy so hard that he blacked out but instead of walking
away and leaving him Pepper had very deliberately stomped on the man’s face
with his size thirteen Timberland boots.
Big Don had flashed Donnie a
look meant to quiet him and in the end perhaps Donnie convinced himself that is
the reason he had stopped talking.
“No, Pepper. I don’t do this
for just any of my employees.” This time it was Big Don’s eyes that burned and
Pepper looked away remembering that while they were two men cut from the same
cloth, Big Don’s cloth was much bigger. “I know I owe you Pepper. Now we’re
straight.”
Pepper reached for the stack
of ownership papers thinking that they were far from being ‘straight’. They
would never be straight. Never.
“Thank you.” He looked Don in
the eyes again. “I don’t need payment for what I did for my family. Everything
I did was because I wanted to do it.” This time Big Don looked away and it surprised
Donnie.
He remembered being twelve
years old and listening to his parents arguing from his hiding place at the top
of the stairs. Don had wanted some kid
to come live with them. He heard his mother cursing for the first time ever. It
had shocked him. Dad was the boss, mom was the peacemaker. But this time she
was the one to lay down the law. She told him that she’d stayed with him
despite the whoring around and the late nights and doing God-know-what. But if
he thought he was going to bring one of his dead whore’s bastards into her home
for her to raise, then he was out of his mind.
Donnie remembered his total
shock at the revelation. And then Donnie tried to explain that the kid had just
found his mother dead, but Donnie’s mother had simply explained that she’d pack
up his family and leave. Period.
Donnie wasn’t sure who they
were talking about but he suspected it was this black Mexican kid that ran
errands for his Dad. He made it his business to get to know the kid…and
instantly idolized him.
Pepper was only a year older but it had seemed like
more. Even at the age of 13 Pepper had a look that was solemn and mature. Later
Donnie realized that it was a look of a kid that had never been a kid.
“Donnie!” He turned his
attention back to his Dad. “Take Pepper to the club, and then show him where he
lives.” He stood and shook Pepper’s hand. “I’ll be in touch, not too soon, but
I will be contacting you. And Pepper…what you did wasn’t taken lightly. Thank
you, son.”
Pepper’s eyes flickered momentarily.
He finally smiled a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Thank you Don. This is
very generous. I’ll talk to you later.”
The two men left. “You
hungry, Bro?” Donnie asked.
Pepper shrugged. “I could
eat.”
“The club is pretty upscale.
I’m sure they can accommodate the boss. Give me the keys. I’ll drive.”
They got to the club and
Pepper had indeed discovered something new in this city; this building. He
began to wonder if Big Don hadn’t built it just for him…it wasn’t a comforting thought
as one might think. After-all, a man creating a business for his illegitimate
son would mean something significant. However the idea of it just left Pepper
feeling hollow. If Big Don gave a shit about him he wouldn’t have left him to
fend for himself on the streets alone after his mom had died. Like an idiot, he
had thought he was going to come live with Don and Donnie—instead he had
crashed wherever he could find a place.
When they entered the
building, Pepper was further surprised. He had expected something sleazy and
found a club that was a throwback to the fifties era gentlemen clubs. It was
upscale and classy.
Donnie slapped the hand of a
man that stood just inside the door. Pepper wasn’t sure if he was the doorman,
bouncer or cashier. “You, Bucky, this is Pepper, the new manager.” Pepper
slapped hands with the huge blak dude that looked like an ex-wrestler.
“Nice to meet you Pepper.”
“You the bouncer?”
“Yeah. Doorman really, but I
work some security for the ladies.”
“You gotta see these
bitches!” Donnie said hurrying him into the main room. It was pretty early so
there wasn’t a crowd. One guy was sitting at the bar nursing a drink, two
others had taken a table down on the floor and were silently watching the lone
dancer; a beautiful woman who was swaying to some top forty song.
Damn. Pepper
thought while blinking. She was wearing a g-string and a sexy smile. Nothing
else. Her titties were perfect—maybe a bit too perfect. Long blond hair swung
and then haloed her head while she gyrated sensually, before falling over her
face. She looked up, focusing her attention on Pepper and Donnie and then
showed them a flicker of her pierced tongue.
“Now that’s what I’m talking
about.” Donnie spoke. “You see those tits? I don’t even think those things are
fake—not that I would give a shit either way, know what I mean?” He led Pepper to the bar and Pepper had to
forcibly turn his back to the stage. It had been a long five years and he had
to concentrate on what was going down.
“Yo, Lane. This is Pepper.”
He shook hands with the guy behind the bar. He was dressed in a white shirt and
nice black slacks that looked classy. “Lane runs this joint.”
“Pepper. It’s good to meet
you.”
Pepper looked around. “Nice
place you have here.”
“It’s not mine. It’s yours.
But it does a good bit of business and we’ve only been open less than a month.”
Pepper took a seat on one of
the barstools. “I’m just the manager but you’re the one that’s been running
this place. And you say that business is good? What about during the day?”
“We’re not totally dead, even
at lunch. The thing is, we have a pretty good menu and so it’s not unheard of
to see guys taking their lunch here—lap dance on the side.” Lane chuckled. “You
want something to drink?”
“Yeah a Guinness.” He
replied.
“A Bud light. And can you get
us a couple menus.” Donnie said.
The two ate steaks that to
Pepper tasted like a little bit of heaven. He had two more beers that went down
like water and they watched some of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen
dance semi nude. Yes this felt like heaven.
“Which one?” Donnie asked.
”What?” Pepper looked at him
questioningly.
“Which one do you want to
fuck?” A new girl got on stage, even more beautiful than the last. Pepper was
half erect already and had been at the first sight of a silicone boob.
“No way, man. The worst thing
you could do is mess around at work.”
“Are you shitting me?! You
don’t want none of that?”
Pepper stood up. "Come
on, man. Show me where I live." A waitress walked by. Donnie grabbed her
arm. The waitress recognized him and allow it. He whispered into her ear. The
waitress put down her tray and threw her arms around Pepper happily.
Pepper looked at Donnie
confused and reluctantly pulled the girl off of him. “What did you tell her?”
”That you had a grand in your
wallet and that you haven’t fucked a woman in five years.”
“Come on sweetie.” The
waitress cooed. “You’re really handsome.”
“And I’m really your boss.
Come on let’s go Donnie.”
“Geez.” He grumbled, as they
left the club. “The good show was just getting ready to start.” They got into
the car.
Pepper gave Donnie a
perturbed look but remained silent.
“Oh, alright.” Donnie huffed.
“I’m sorry. Look, I’ll take you home. You relax. Tomorrow will hang out a bit-”
“Donnie, we’ll hang out in a
couple days. I got some business to take care of.”
“Oh. Okay…” They reached a
neat little house in a very nice neighborhood. They got out of the car and even
though it was dark, Pepper was able to admire the oversized windows and neat
patch of lawn. He unlocked the door.
Before being sent to prison,
Pepper had lived in an upscale condo; modern, state of the art electronics but
rather cold and impersonal. This house was different. While modern and good
contemporary, it also had a touch of warmth while still holding a simplistic
design that was full of character.
"Tell your mother I said
she did a wonderful job."
"I will. I parked my car
outback so I'm going to head out. Get a cell phone when you get a chance. You
going to call me, right?”
"Right. Thanks
man." He walked him out. He was relieved when Donnie was gone. He needed
time to himself to consider all of the changes in his life.
He explored his new home,
liking what he saw. He’d never had a house before...had never even lived in a
house before. While his mother was alive they’d lived in the projects. And
after her death he stayed with family, friends and once he’d even stayed in
foster care. But every place he stayed was somewhere in the ghetto and every
place he laid his head as a child was just an extension of the projects.
He pushed the thought away
and took off his clothes. He went to the bathroom and ran himself a hot bath.
Don's wife has even been kind enough to leave him soap and shaving supplies. Pepper soaked in the steaming
hot tub of water, sighing as the stress slipped away little by little.
He will still semi-erect.
Peppered imagine the half nude women onstage and slowly stroked himself. He
remembered the feel of the waitress’ firm body pressed against him. His stroke
intensified. One woman in particular had caught his attention; not because she
happened to be the prettiest, though she was nothing to sneeze at. But she was
the only black woman dancing and she had what he liked; brown skin and a booyah
ass!
Pepper groaned and the first
shot of semen hit the of the tub as he pictured Miss Booyah’s bouncing ass.
When he got out the tub is
seemed the last bit of stress had run down the drain. He dried off and padded
into his bedroom naked. Ms. Shrege should be blessed as a saint, he thought as
he looked at the feather bed.
He climbed between sheets
that felt like fine Egyptian cotton and then turned on the television set that
was across from the bed. He planned to get caught up on some cable movies but
was asleep within seconds.
~***~
The next day Pepper dressed
in his clothes from the day before and then he got into his gigantic car and
drove to have breakfast at a diner that he used to frequent in the old days.
The cook came out to chitchat with him about some of his old gang.
Jay was the only one he cared
about right now. Jay was the closest person to a friend that Pepper had ever
had in his solitary life. Plus, he was holding something for him.
He drove to his home. It was
pretty early. Jay wasn’t too happy to be awakened before 9a.m. , that is until
he set eyes or Pepper Pace.
“Mother fucker…” the young
black man slapped him happily on the back. “When did you get out?” Why didn’t
you call me, Man? I would have picked you up!” Get in the house, Man.”
Pepper smiled. “I got out
yesterday and Donnie picked me up.”
“Shit man. Don’t tell me you
going to be fucking around with that asshole again.”
“Nah, I’m legit right now.”
Jay scowled and then sat down
before a coffee table and began rolling a joint. “Good. You know he running
things over the river…or trying to. I know he’s your brother—” Jay eyed him
carefully. “I also know there ain’t no love lost between y’all since the little
bastard got you arrested. But his fat ass is going to wind up getting killed.
The brothers over the river ain’t trying to have no little Hitler dictating to
them. Plus he don’t know dick. He’s fucking up bad.” Jay lit the joint. “Take
note, man. Your brother’s pissing off the wrong people.” He passed the joint to
Pepper who declined.
Pepper snorted and shrugged.
“Ain’t my business any more. I’ve taken my last fall for THE FAMILY. I got my
own shit in mind.” Jay waited for him to continue. Pepper didn’t.
“You on parole, aren’t you?”
“No. But I can’t get caught
up in any trouble for five years or I have to serve the rest of my term.” He
frowned to himself. Five years was one thing but he wasn’t giving them Fifteen
years… “I need my money and the rest of my shit.”
Jay put out his joint. “Come
on, man.” They left the apartment but Pepper followed in how own car. They went
to a bank where Jay had left his valuables in a safety deposit box. It
contained money, some papers and a set of keys.
Pepper smiled. “Good looking
out.” He slept hands with his friend.
“Keep in touch.” Jay left
knowing that Pepper was on some type of mission and if he didn’t offer to tell
him than it was some serious shit that he probably wouldn’t want to know.
Pepper drove to a different
banking facility. He used the key to open another safety deposit box. This new
box held even more cash. He deposited everything into it and locked it. Pepper
didn’t believe the banks. The money that big Don had given him would probably
sit in that account untouched.
Pepper drove to a storage
facility and loaded some of his belongings into the car. Then he spent the rest
of that day buying necessities including the cell phone that Donnie has
suggested he get. He then went home and got settled.
Later that night he changed
clothes and decided to go to the club. Bucky greeted him amiably. It was later
in the evening than the last time he was there and there was a good-sized
crowd, good for Wednesday.
Pepper ignored the strippers,
not wanting the distraction and went to the bar. There was a different person working
it tonight.
“Lane in tonight?”
The guy gestured to a door behind
him. “In his office.” Pepper introduced himself and then found the manager.
Lane stood, surprised to see
him return so soon. “Hey, my man.” They slapped hands. “I filled out your paper
work. I just need you to sign it, and then I’ll show you around.”
“Sure. What do you want me to
do around here?”
Lane frowned and looked
uneasy. “This is your place, Pepper. Whatever you want to do.”
Pepper scanned the little
office. It was messy; receipts and ledgers stood open. Then he looked at the
small white man. Lane was young, energetic and seemed smart. He had done a
heluva job with the club.
“What I want is for you to
run this club.”
“Right.” Lane nodded his
head.
“And I need to help you do
it. What do you need me to do?”
Lane hesitated. “Uh…we’re
short staffed. I need hands that work and not distractions and someone that I
have to babysit.” The man’s face reddened but he met Pepper’s eyes in a defiant
matter.
Pepper nodded. “What do you
need me to do?”
Lane looked surprised. “Well,
I need an evening bartender, we need security and we need more dancers.”
Pepper chuckled. “I can’t
help you in the dancing department. I don’t know a thing about mixing
drinks—although I can learn. But I have done security, and I have a degree in
business as well as a degree in accounting.” Prison wasn’t a place where one
went just to be punished and to workout. Some people made prison work for them
and Pepper’s degrees was a testament to that.
“Jesus, Pepper…if you’re
willing to work I will put you to work. I’m in desperate need of a bookkeeper,
but security first. Some of the girls…” His words trailed off then he led him
to a rear door. “Come on, I’ll show you the dressing room.”
Lane took him down a set of
stairs that was accessible only from his office. “There’s sonly two entrances
down to the dressing rooms; this one and the door behind the stage. I need
security twenty-four seven to watch the stage. You’d be amazed at how many
drunks try to get at the girls.” He stopped short at the door marking the
entrance to the dressing room and gave Pepper a stern look.
“I might get my assed kicked
for saying this, but hear me and hear me well; I won’t lead a wolf to the
lambs…”
Pepper rarely found something
to truly smile at but he smiled then.
“Good to know.”
“No one comes down here but
me, security…and now you. And no one comes down without first knocking and
announcing.” He rapped on the door. “Ladies! Make yourself decent. I want to
introduce you to the new owner.”
Pepper frowned to himself. He
would have to get that straightened out once and for all; but not now. Because
if Don had made him owner of this establishment that paper work hadn’t been
included with the other deeds and documents given to him.
"Come in!" Someone
yelled.
When the door open, Pepper
knew what he would need to do each and every day before coming to work; he
would need to jerk off.
There were seven women in the
room in various stages of undress. Pepper put on his poker face. Hell, he was
going to have to get laid if he expected to work a job like this.
A blond woman with swollen,
oversized breasts was rubbing something on her nipples and the sight of it was
so sexy that his knees began to weaken. Pepper felt the blood rush to his dick.
He averted his eyes as she applied a pastee to the wet nipple.
”Ladies, this is Pepper Pace.
You’re going to see him doing security, behind the bar and probably a lot of
other things, okay?”
”Damn. He’s fine.” One of the
women spoke. Pepper ignored it.
"Ladies, it's nice to
meet you all. I'm pretty good with names but it might take a while for me to
remember you all. So if you see me, I would appreciate you coming up and
introducing yourselves, and you’ll see me doing the same.”
A tall beautiful redhead
walked up to him boldly. She was dressed in a translucent catsuit.
"Hello Pepper," she
purred, "I'm Kara, my stage name is Honey.”
Pepper ignored her nudity as
best he could. He felt he was being tested by Honey as he most likely would be
tested by each others.
Gallantly he took her hand
and squeezed it ginger. ”Honey, I am sure that you are as sweet as your name
implies. It’s nice to meet you.” He looked past her. “Please let me know if
there’s anything I can do for any of you.”
Then there were many lewd
comments that caused his face to color.
"Now look what you
did." Lane joked. "Remember. These are vixens." He spoke to the
roomful of women. "Okay you vixens, I want you to all come up and
introduce yourselves. And please, be on your best behavior.”
Pepper was sure to get each
woman a personal compliment. The day before must have been a fluke because the
majority of the women were either black or Hispanic, which made it that much
more difficult; being surrounded by women that looked like models standing
before him naked, ‘accidentally’ crashing various body parts against
him--especially the ones with brown skin in J-Lo asses.
His dick was already in pain,
but when Kitten came up to him things got worse. She was the black lady with
the booyah ass that he seen the day before...and the night before in his
fantasy.
”I’m Kitten,” she said
simply. She was wearing black thigh highs and garter along with a sexy negligee
that barely covered that perfect ass. Wearing spiked heels, she was easily over
6 feet tall. Her skin was dark; just like he liked, and her mid sized tits
moved freely unlike her coworker’s medically enhanced ones. She had micro mini
braids pulled back into a twist at the top of her had.
But it was her ass that did
it for him. It was shaped like a teardrop and the thought of his hands holding
down, kneading them, sent Pepper’s mouth watering.
“Kitten?” Her beauty was
simple, even hard to find by someone who cared about blonde hair blue eyes
only. But he was instantly attracted to her. He took her hand. “Do you purr?”
Then to his surprise she did
and then simply walked away. Pepper had two more girls to meet and rushed
through it. If he didn't get out of this basement soon he was going to have a
tent in his pants!
Lane take him back upstairs,
this time using the stairs that led behind the stage. There he met three more
girls. Thankfully Lane took him back to meet the kitchen staff next, which gave
him the opportunity to settle himself.
Pepper and Lane sat in back
and ate and drank a late dinner, getting to know each other better.
”I have to admit Pepper. I
expected you just to show up and pick up paycheck.”
”I don’t blame you.” Pepper
chewed a piece of buttered bread. “I don’t have a stake in this place.” Despite
the fact that Lane believed he owned it.
Pepper pushed his plate away, full, satisfied. “But I need a job and for
now I’m at your disposal.”
The music grew jazzy, yet
upbeat; kind of a jazz hip-hop fusion. Pepper looked toward the stage in time
to see Kitten. She was a moving in a fluid way that looked like sensual ballet.
She pulled a clasp from the twist of her ponytail and her hair fell over her
face and body in black spidery tendrils. Kitten’s tall body spun in a
pirouette…then the music stopped and when it restarted away and then the music
stopped and when it restarted, it was a loud cutting hip hop beat.
The pirouette transformed
into a n urban street spin that ended in Kitten’s posterior facing the crowd
and doing a hard bounce that caused her buttocks to vibrate in time to the
beat. Applause went up and several hoots and hollers.
“Shit…” Pepper said. By the
time her set was complete, Kitten had easily collected a hundred dollars.
“She’s awesome.” Lane said in
affirmation to Pepper’s obvious admiration.
“Come on.” They stood. “When they give lap dances security should be
within arms reach but not like…obvious. Its different when they’re in the
private rooms. When you’re working security I want each customer to see you
before they step into the room. Run down the rules each time they go in—even if
it two or three times a night.” He led Pepper to a series of private rooms.
Bucky was standing next to them looking huge and menacing.
"Bucky will run down the
spiel. I need to finish up some office work. This is the time of night when the
drunks get out of hand and we really need the added security. As huge as you
are, dude this is where I’ll be needing you for the time being.”
“Where ever.” Pepper replied
nonchalantly. “Like I said earlier; just let me know where I’m needed.”
When Lane was gone he and
Bucky talked at length about the intimidation factor.
Pepper took off his leather
jacket. He was wearing a white nylon muscle shirt. The tats on his biceps made
the muscles stand out even more. Even Bucky, who was huge gave him a look of
admiration.
“I don’t think you’re going
to have to work at trying to intimidate anyone, my man. Those are some cold
tats. Where’d you get those done?”
“Prison.” Buck looked at him
candidly.
“Yeah.” He showed Pepper his
first with a tribal tat covering the knuckles and traveling up and around his
wrist. “Prison about ten years ago. How much time you serve, man?”
“Five. What about you?”
“Eight.” Their eyes met
knowingly.
“Did Malcolm do that tat?”
Pepper asked.
Bucky’s eyes flashed. “You
know it! That old mother fucker still around? Damn! He does some good work.”
“Yeah. He is an old bastard.
You tell him what you want and he tells you what HE wants to give you. Then you
better like it.” Both men laughed. There was more than one good tattoo artist
in the pen, but Malcolm worked on blacks and Hispanics. Aryans had their own
people but he heard tales of Malcolm secretly putting swastikas on guys in the
‘brotherhood’.
The men spent some time sharing
stories and in that time a true friendship was born. Pepper was actually having
a good time working security. He especially enjoyed running the rules down to
the clients and watching the fear in their eyes at the sight of him. In prison
he never sought that look from any of the other inmates. The outside was
different…the look of fear meant something different.
“In the office are a series
of monitors. If you have a doubt, check out the monitor. But I’ll tell you, a
lot of these girls are getting money on the side prostituting. Its not allowed
but we generally turn a blind eye to the minor stuff. This ain’t a ho house and
we can’t let the girls treat it like that. But some of them got families;
kids—”
“Drug addictions?”
“No. Drug addicts get the
boot. They cause too many problems. Now I don’t know what your policy is going
to be, but I generally don’t care if a client offers a few dollars more to get
a BJ or hand job. What I don’t like seeing is any insertion; fingers, tongues,
dick, whatever. The girls that do that kind of thing will offer you a cut. I
don’t know what your take is on it but I want no parts of it and I have no
problem putting a stop to it.”
Pepper’s mind drifted back to
a time when his mother used to do whatever was necessary to keep them fed and
that meant that the pretty half Spanish, half black woman resorted to selling
her body. But all too soon, keeping them fed took a back seat to keeping drugs
in her body.
He frowned. “I don’t intend
to see this place get shut down for illegal prostitution. If they want to fuck
for money outside these door then that’s their business. Once inside I don’t
want a see a dick in someone’s hand or mouth.” Bucky nodded his understanding.
All in all the work was
pretty boring. He got to watch a lot of stripping and did toss an unruly
customer out. Mostly he just reminded guys not to touch.
The waitress that had hugged
him yesterday approached him again.
“Hi boss,” she said
sarcastically. “You want something…” to drink?”
“Pepper.” He said simply.
“What?”
“My name. Its Pepper, not
Boss, not mister, not sir. Just Pepper. I don’t want anything to drink.”
She gave him an appraising
look. “Nice to meet you Pepper. I’m Sandy. Yu know…if you want to have some
fun-”
“Sandy,” he said sharply.
“Let me make this clear, I’m not interested.”
“Gay…” she muttered
knowingly.
“Not even remotely.” She
looked at him silently and than huffed angrily and stalked away.
Bucky laughed. “Smart move. I
screwed her last year and she tried to manipulate me like we had a thing. I
couldn’t shake her for week.”
“Believe me, Bucky,” pepper
looked at the half nude women. “I have no desire to involve myself with anybody
here…no matter how bodacious the ass or desirable the titties.” They both
laughed.
Pepper stayed that night
until after closing, then he escorted the girls safely to their cars, those
that didn't already have escorts of the paying sort.
When he finally got back to
the house it was after 3 o’clock in the morning. Still, he wasn’t too tired to
think about the image of Candy Cane’s titties poking through the black mesh of
her bodysuit or Kitten’s ass bouncing rapidly to the beat of hip-hop music.
Pepper gripped his erection
and quickly bought himself to satisfaction. He showered quickly, washing the
smoke and stench from his body. Then and only then was he able to finally
sleep.
The next day he called Donny.
“Meet me at the club tonight at six. I’ll buy you dinner.” Pepper renewed his
membership at the gym. He spent the morning there and went home.
Pepper dressed in a navy
muscle shirt and black slacks. He slipped on his leather jacket and headed back
to the club.
”This job is gravy.” Donnie
said while stuffing his mouth full of pork chops. “This is the type of job I
should have had.”
Pepper sipped his beer
silently. A half nude dancer walked by and Donnie slapped her ass sharply. When
she yelped he showed a bill into her G-string.
“Easy bro. Don’t bruise the
merchandise.” Pepper chastised.
Donnie shrugged. “You get any
of this yet?”
Pepper rubbed his
clean-shaven cheek. “What did I tell you about screwing around at work? Bad
news, man.”
"I can't fucking believe
you didn't get any of this yet! Man I'm starting to believe you really do turn
fag in jail!"
"I tell you what,”
Pepper responded calmly. “You find me a woman that don't work here, I'll fuck
her without a thought." Pepper stood and walked away.
He joined Bucky at the
private rooms. Within minutes it got a little freaky. One of the girls tried to
offer him money to look the other way.
"I'm not a pimp, lady.
Don't ever ask me to look the other way again." He pointed to a weasley
looking man. "You, buddy have 10 seconds to get out of here.” Pepper set
his cold eyes on her next. “And you have 5 seconds to get the hell out of my
face.”
They didn't waste anytime
leaving the scene.
Still, he had an odd feeling.
"Who's in the room?" He asked Bucky.
"Just Precious. And
TeeTee’s in that other one.”
"I'm going to check the
monitors." He said were heading for the office.
Lane was working behind the
bar again. "What's up?" He asked when he saw the expression or
Peppers face.
”I want to check the
monitors.”
In the office there was only
one monitor but he figured out there was a way to change channels.
He saw that Precious was
behaving herself but Tee Tee was giving some guy a BJ. He shook his head with a
frown. Pepper scanned the other cameras but didn't see anything. He went back
onto the floor a little relieved.
An hour later Honey
approached him. "I need to speak to you," she hissed, but there was a
fear in her eyes despite the hardiness in her words. That unsettled feeling
returned. He followed Honey back to the office and down the stairwell which led
down to the dressing room. Huddled on the floor was a figure. A blanket was
thrown over the person’s shoulders.
Quickly he kneeled beside the
girl. He was shocked to see that it was Kitten.
“Shit! What happened to her?”
“Ask her yourself!” Then
Honey stomped away. “Take her home since you’re the security,” Honey called
over her shoulder and Pepper felt suddenly sick that he’d overlooked something.
“What happened?” He asked.
Kitten just covered her face. Pepper sighed. “Can you stand?” She slowly shook
her head no. He couldn’t see her face. Was she fucked up on drugs? He sighed,
disappointed for some unfathomable reason.
“Do you want me to take you
home?” She didn’t respond. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?”
“No.” She mumbled through
what sounded like swollen lips.
He swooped her into his arms
and then carried her back to the office where he could at least see. The
corridor was dark, only enough light to keep you from tripping down the stairs.
Pepper was suddenly fearful. What in the hell was going on here? Why had Honey
gotten him and not Bucky or Lane?
Pepper had seen a back door
that lead out of the bar. He looked down at her and got a shock at the sight of
her swollen eyes. Both of them were black and she looked like she was out cold!
He didn’t think, he just headed out of the back office door and to the rear of
the parking lot.
He quickly unlocked the door
to his Lincoln and carefully placed the still form into the front seat. He
cursed under his breath at his dumb luck. For a moment he thought he had just
been dealing with a junky; stripper/drug overdose went hand in hand. That would
have been better than this; because Kitten had been beaten, and pretty badly if
she wasn’t conscious. That pissed him off because this was on his watch!
He pulled out of the parking
lot, periodically looking at the girl, touching her neck for a sign of a pulse.
Well she wasn’t dead. Pepper headed towards the hospital and then remembered
that he had just gotten out of prison…fuck! He pulled over to the side of the
road.
“Kitten?” He lightly tapped
her cheek. “Kitten?!” Damn, why didn’t he know her real name?!
She started to come around.
Immediately her eyes flashed and she sank into the seat away from his fearfully.
“I’m not taking you the
hospital until I know what happened to you because there is going to be police
involved.”
Kitten shook her head
quickly. “No. No police; home,” she managed through her swollen lips.
Immediately her head began to sink to her chest.
“Hey! Where do you live?
SHIT!” She was unconscious again. Pepper pulled the car back into traffic and
headed to his house.
It wasn’t quite midnight. He
didn’t think he’d be seen carrying an unconscious girl into his hoe. But if she
died…he was fucked. He looked down into her face as he kicked the front door
shut after him. You better not die on me,
he thought with a mixture of fear…and something else.
He carried her into his
bedroom and lay her on top of the comforter. The jacket parted.
Oh shit. She's been dressed
in some black nylon short dress and should have been wearing bikini bottoms or
a g-string. She wasn't. The dress was ripped up the front and he could see the
beginnings of deep on her breast and les. Her face was covered in bruises.
It looked like a bad trick.
How many times had he seen this growing up? He knew what to do. He went to the
kitchen and made an ice pack out of a dish towel. A bag of frozen peas worked
best but Mrs. Schrege had neglected to provide hem while decorating.
He also got a cold, wet cloth
to bring her awake. He sat on the side of the bed and gently dabbed at her
face. His throat grew tight at the nostalgia of his of his action. His eyes
swept over her coldly. She really was perfectly put together. Not that it mattered.
She was a whore and he detested whores.
Had he just thought of her as
beautiful? He roughly pulled the comforter over her nude body hiding it from
sight.
“Kitten.” Again he lightly
patted her cheek. “You need to wake up. Kitten.”
Her eyes opened suddenly.
This time she didn’t move when she saw Pepepr. “Youre in my house. I didn’t
know where you lived. I have to check you for something broken. You
understand?”
She nodded, eyes already
glazing.
“Does your head hurt?”
She nodded. Gingerly he reached
behind her and felt the back of her head. She winced. Her made her turn her
head aside while he looked at the area. It wasn’t bleeding, Thank God. Gently
he turned her head back to him. He looked into her eyes, not dilated. Then why
was she running in and out of consciousness?
“Did you take something?”
She nodded. “Ecstasy.”
He didn’t respond but he did
pull the comforter away to reveal her nudity again.
“If your ribs are broken
you’ll have to go to the hospital. This might hurt.” Firmly he ran his
fingertips down her side. She squirmed and he looked at her quickly. She was
trying to suppress a giggle and it surprised him.
“Ticklish?” She nodded, her
smile falling away immediately when he removed his fingers from her side. Her
eyes began to glaze again. “Kitten! Stay with me now. Where else does it hurt?”
“Everywhere,” she managed.
“Mouth.” He draped the comforter back over her body, finding her breasts to be
too much of a distraction.
“Who did this to you,
Kitten?” She didn’t speak.
“A john?” her eyes flashed
anger which surprised him.
“Not a prostitute.” It
sounded like nah-a-pra si sute.
“Then who?” He waited a long
time before she finally spoke.
“Donnie.”
Pepper’s mouth dropped.
“What…? Donnie Shrege?” She cringed away from the anger in his voice but she
did nod. Pepper cursed and then calmed. “I’m sorry. I’m not mad at you.
Just…why? Why did he do this?”
“Not have sex with him,” she
said clearly. Pepper picked up the icepack and placed it carefully on her
swollen eye.
“Did he rape you?”
Kitten paused and then
nodded. Her good eye closed and tear rolled down her face.
Wow really enjoyed this story and please girl i was so enthralled in this story i never noticed the typos i loom forward to the next update very edgy gritty story with just a hint of warmth can't wait to read more thanks pep
ReplyDeleteAwesome, thanks Amber. I've never shared this story with anyone until now so I'm especially happy that you are enjoying it. At one time I was very addicted to 'revenge stories'. I was going to write a series of them. Uh...I was going through a period in my life when getting revenge...well lets just say that I grew out of it, lol.
DeleteWOW!!!!!! I loved this story! Do you plan on publishing it?
ReplyDeleteWell there are revenge stories and then there are stories of redemption...this could be both... and I hope there is more of this character's story. So enjoy your writing. I particularly appreciated the image of Rush Limbaugh as a crime boss..tee hee!
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing this.
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