Chapter 1

My name is John Miloski. I'm sitting here in my Lounge - actually it's a Gentlemen's Club - waiting for a PI (Private Investigator) friend of mine. I asked him to come incognito - I didn't want anyone to recognize him.

He was of average height and weight, bald, by choice so he could disguise himself pretty easy. In fact he came over to my table and asked me to buy him a drink. At first I was about to tell him off till I saw it was Joe, my PI friend.

We had a light crowd this evening but it was still early. Our dancers were some of the best around. They not only looked good but could really dance. Before I was married I used to fool around with a number of them. I sure missed that old part of my life but I promised my wife that she would be the only one I would have sex with.

"So John, why am I here tonight in disguise? Apparently you don't want someone here to know who I am."

"That's what I like about you Joe, always thinking. You're correct though; there is a man in booth twelve on the left side. Don't look now but I need to know more about him and soon."

"I'll take a walk to the restroom and get a picture of him on my phone. Are you going to tell me the problem or do I have to figure it out?" asked Joe.

I laughed. "He joined the club about a month or so ago. On his registration form to join the club he listed his employment as private security. The problem is I think he's following me; in fact I know he is. I could just go ask him or beat the shit out of him but I think he's working for someone. I want to know who?"

Joe was back in no time from the restroom and said he would keep in contact with me. He would do most of it by phone unless it got real personal. I told him to make sure this guy didn't know he was being followed. I did tell Joe he registered as Kent McCarty.

As I was sitting in the club, Bob Arndt sat down at my personal table. He was my lawyer who I've known for a number of years. He asked me, "Who was the guy that just left?"

I told him it was a new member who just wanted to meet me. I wasn't going to tell anyone about Joe till I knew what was going on. Not even my inner circle of friends. It was kind of funny because Bob had met Joe a half dozen times. Usually Joe wasn't in disguise.

I need to tell you a little about me and why I might seem paranoid. My family the Miloski clan goes way back to the time of illegal businesses. My grandfather was like a Mafia leader. I hate using that word, Mafia, but it's one that readers understand or can relate too.

Granddad Miloski wouldn't think twice about knocking off a man he thought might be following him. He ran his businesses with an iron fist. He made Tony Soprano look like a boy scout. He did make money and lots of it. He led a fast paced life and died of a liver ailment.

My dad became the Don, or leader of the family. He continued the businesses but he began to legalize most of them. The Authorities tried to get him on a number of charges including tax evasion but weren't able to do it. When I got out of college he told me he wanted me to go straight.

We were selling off the illegal businesses and only keeping the legal ones. Dad is now retired and he and mom live out of the country. I keep in contact with them and dad says he's living life to the fullest. I go see them a few times a year. Only a few people in my inner circle are the only ones who know where my parents live. It's more for safety precautions than anything else.

There are families from the days of my grandfather that would like to still get even with my dad. I seem to be pretty safe here on middle ground. I own this club, a bakery and a packaging plant. We package anything for small businesses and major corporations. We pay well and give health insurance to all our employees.

I'm forty-nine and have been married three times. I have two sons by my first marriage and a daughter from my second. My sons are both vice presidents in the packaging plant. I have an uncle who is the president of the company and I totally trust him. He's my mother's brother. I'm the CEO, (Chief Executive Officer) but that's just to draw a paycheck or to make any final decisions if there is an argument.

Marlene, the first wife, and I had a knock- down, drag- out divorce. She said she was going to tell everyone about my family and I would pay deeply. I wasn't sure what to do. If she were to die unexpectedly, I would be the one they would suspect. Besides, I would still have the two boys to raise without a mother.

One day my dad went and talked to Marlene. Shortly after that she agreed to the divorce. Dad told me later he offered her a million dollars to give me the divorce and she could go her merry way. He never told her the alternative but I'm sure she knew what it was.

She moved about forty miles away. I did give her a thousand a month in child support and I saw the boys most every other weekend. Marlene got remarried to a doctor a couple of years after the divorce. We hardly ever talked unless it was about the boys.

My second wife runs the bakery and of course my daughter helps her. It's what my wife wanted in our divorce settlement. We own the bakery fifty-fifty but I don't get too involved unless there is a problem.

Irene and I weren't married very long. She knew of my lifestyle and knew I was having sex with the women at the club among others. One day she asked for a divorce. She said she thought she could overlook my cheating but it was just too much for her. I did care for her, hell I think I loved her and she really didn't do anything wrong. When she told me that all she wanted out of the divorce was the bakery, I said okay. We get along better now than we ever did while married.

I put all three of my kids through college and made sure they were well taken care of. I may not be the type of guy most people like but at least they show their respect, at least to my face.

Oh, I forgot to mention I own an import, export business also. It's run by my cousin Gregg, but I own the business. Gregg is excellent and I do trust him. We get products in for everyone from large corporations, small businesses and even for individuals.

We're watched pretty heavily and I told Gregg to keep the products above board. His name goes on every invoice, not mine in case something should go wrong.

Now about how I met my third wife Zoey. We've been married a little over six months now. She came in and applied for a job as a dancer. Damn, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so sexual. She was from Kuwait. She came here to go to college. After receiving a degree in the Arts, she could play instruments, dance and even sing, and she was looking for a job.

Her visa was good for a year but she wanted to stay in America. My friend Bob had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her. He told me one day, too bad he was married because he wouldn't mind being with Zoey.

We hired her and she was one exotic dancer. I do have to say she was good for business. The one thing I noticed was that she would flirt with the customers but wouldn't go upstairs where some big money could be made.

We never pressured any of our girls to have sex or lap dances with the customers. Some chose to because they knew they could make some really large tips. Some of our girls were pulling in over a thousand or more a week. The house got a twenty percent kickback on the tips. The customers were never told this.

We ran the most private and safest Gentlemen's club in the area. Ours girls were kept safe and our customer's privacy was of the utmost importance. Needless to say we had all the doctors, lawyers and business professionals join our club. I think every politician in the city belonged.

Back to Zoey, - whenever she wasn't on stage she was at my table. She was olive skinned and had a very, how can I say it, a very exotic or mysterious look about her. She was on the thin side but yet had quite the build. She surprised everyone when she shook her hips like a belly dancer. She could make me hard just watching her.

I talked to her quite often about her past. Her parents were killed during the conflicts in the Middle East. She had a couple of brothers and other relatives who still lived in Kuwait. I have to say she was special. I've had sex with most of my girls. I never forced any of them and always paid them.

Zoey was different. To the best of my knowledge she never slept with anyone at the club. I will say many would have paid her dearly to get in her pussy but she wasn't interested in just anyone.

I kidded her about her maybe liking women and she told me she was with a couple of women in college but it was just for fun. She told me she liked older men. They knew what they wanted and always treated her with more respect and lasted much longer.

One day she was sitting at my table and told me that she would make love to me if I asked her. She didn't want to be paid like a whore but wanted to be touched and loved.

I have to say I was a bit surprised. The beautiful woman was half my age but I knew she didn't just want sex. She wanted a lover or boyfriend. I told her that I didn't know if I was ready to be with just one woman. I had to laugh when she told me, "That's because you've never been with me."

I had a penthouse apartment and took her home with me that night. I have to say she was right. The sex with her was like no other I've ever had. She undressed me and began to lick my cock. I don't mean a blowjob. I'm saying she made love to my cock and balls. She was even able to hold my cock and such a way that held me back from coming.

After she took off her clothes I looked at this fantastic body. She was one woman that definitely looked better naked. Breasts that weren't overly big but very firm. Big dark areoles and nipples that stuck straight out when rubbed with an ice cube.

After that first night together I had to have her at least three times a week. I didn't want any other woman. Hell, Zoey was all the woman I could handle. She always came up with new positions. My favorite was still her on top and moving up and down on my cock.

I would hold on to her hips and help her move up and down. Other times she would just rub her pussy and mound against me while I was buried in her. I could play with her beautiful tits at the same time.

Over the next few months we tried many positions and I even got her ass. Damn! It was tight. I never wore a condom and she loved it when she could feel my hot cum inside her.

I did brag about her to a few close friends. I knew it made them jealous, especially Bob. His wife was a little overweight and ran the roost when it came to sex. He paid to be with some of the girls at the club. He said it was a hell of a lot better than anything he was getting at home.

I asked him why he didn't just divorce Flo and he told me he never had a pre- nuptial agreement and she would take him to the cleaners. He did say if he could meet someone like Zoey it would be worth it.

Even though Zoey danced at the club, word got around that she was my woman and it would be best not to proposition her. After about four months she asked me if I would marry her. Her visa would be running out and she couldn't renew it again unless she went home for a while and came back.

Of course she told me she loved me and would make a good wife. Now I had kind of a problem here. I loved the sex with this woman and I know I would surely miss her. I guess it was my own kind of love.

I talked with my accountant and with Bob, my lawyer. We decided to set up a pre nuptial agreement. I left all the issues with Bob to deal with. Zoey was as happy as can be. She said she could stay in the USA and could study to become a citizen. I figured this was the main reason she wanted to get married.