Chapter 8

The fact of the matter was that Lenny was gone forever and there was no chance of him ever fucking a deal up again. I knew that and Ramon knew it and a handful of our handlers back east knew it, but most of the connected guys around town had no idea of who he was and how bad he had fucked up.

I knew that I had better get off my ass and get up to Hollywood and talk turkey to the Hollywood madam about the circumstances of Lenny’s unfortunate demise. Ramon was of the opinion we were better off with him out of the picture and I can’t say I disagreed with him all things considered.

It was easy to surmise he had crossed the west coast closed club of prime ass hustling in his usual bull in the China cabinet way of earning a buck. There was no doubt that he had totally ignored the instructions of laying low and keeping a low profile. At least the perps in his final crime scene had taken the precaution of removing his fingerprints by cutting off his hands and they had also remove all his teeth and even cut off the only tattoo on his body. It was unlikely they would identify him anytime soon because it was his first time across the Hudson river and folks in Hollywood probably had no idea who the fuck he was because he was still fronting a phony cover story to stay hidden and off the grid.

Ramon bitched and moaned about being taken away from his pussy heaven in Vegas but he saw my look and shut his mouth with a rare case of good sense and instinctive survival. We headed out of Vegas moving along the straight line highway into the Los Angeles metro area and saw the smog hanging over the city like some sign from God almighty that the whole place was a latter day Sodom and Gomorrah just waiting for the bolt of justice to fall from the skies.

In a way, I was glad it wasn’t Ramon and me that had to decommission Lenny permanently because he was one of the original wild ones that roamed the mean streets like some carnivorous wolf without any sense of pity.

We had to stop on the state line to get our air conditioning topped off because the unit was not getting the job done in the three digit heat wave that covered the entire route from Vegas to Los Angeles. The frigging mechanic was a broad with coveralls that showed off her prime grade A buttocks just standing and when she bent over to use a tool her heart-shaped behind confirmed she was a mechanic that wasn’t wearing any undies under her coveralls. Apparently, she was the daughter of the owner of the shop. He was in a wheel chair so I guess she was tagged with carrying on the business.

The girl’s name was George and I smiled because she was the prettiest George I had ever seen.

She beckoned me outside the garage area in the shade and showed me a tiny circular device about as big as my thumb.

“You got somebody listening into your car conversations, mister.”

I knew right away it was probably the Feds because the locals didn’t have that kind of expertise and didn’t give a shit about what Ramon and I were up to as long as we didn’t make any mess in a casino.

“Thank you, George. I guess I owe you a favor for that in addition to fixing the air.”

I looked down at her with her head only coming up to my tits and I wondered what kind of noises she would make when she was stuffed with Italian salami from behind. I think she must have read my mind like some broads can do just by getting a whiff of your scent or some tell they saw that gives away your need for immediate sex and no desire for conversation.

We stepped into a dirt floor storage room in the back and she showed me how quickly her coveralls could be lowered below her knees. Then, with a smile over her shoulder, she bent over and grabbed hold of a huge truck tire and spread her legs so I could get into her vagina with no effort at all.

I was surprised that she was already sopping wet down there and I slipped in so easily that I was bottoming out with the very first thrust. After that, we slowed things down and I fucked her more lovingly than roughly and we both seemed to like that a little better than the lust route that meant a quick cum and fast exit from the shed. The sweat was pouring off the both of us but neither of us gave a damn because the sex was utterly first rate and I wanted it to last no matter what the temperature was outside. Eventually, we both got to the finish line about the same time and I was happy to see her go into a convulsive orgasm just before I gave her a load of cream cum deep into her tight little vagina. I hoped she was using some sort of protection because neither of us had thought to use a condom in the need to get things launched without delay.

I watched George wipe her pussy with some tissues from the desk behind us and she waved my spunk at me with a smile on her face like she had won a bet.

She was a feisty little thing and that made a big impression on me. Besides, she had about the tightest pussy I had ever nailed and that included a couple of supposed virgins that might have been fudging some past history.

“Mister Tony, I like your dick too much. You are much better at fucking than any of the boys around this hick town. Can I visit you up there in Vegas when you are not busy?”

I gave her my card with the address on Flamingo where Ramon and I had our off-site headquarters. I also wrote my cell phone number on the reverse and told her it was private only for her. I guess the truth was I liked her because she didn’t ask for anything and didn’t expect anything except a hard dick when the urge was on her.