0 comments/ 14051 views/ 0 favorites The Saint By: josephta It was December in New Orleans. The French Quarter was dead because everyone was getting ready for Christmas and the Sugar Bowl season hadn't started. Danny O'Reilly was off that night and was in the massage parlor on Royal St. It was part of a complex of three massage parlors owned by one man who was reputed to be part of the Dixie Mafia run by the Marcello family. The tourists all assumed it to be a prostitution outlet but it wasn't. The customers were led to believe they would get sex from the girls but it never happened. There wasn't a lot of repeat business but the owners apparently didn't care. Danny was in the back booth lying on a massage table on his back. Audry, a red headed girl from the mountains of Tennessee was sucking his cock. Audry was a petite girl with large tits. She had a tattoo of a devil on the right cheek of her ass and liked police officers. When Danny was really hard she got on the table on top of him and lowered her wet twat on to Danny's dick. As she undulated her hips Danny kissed and sucked her nipples. She really liked sex and was very vocal when she was having it. "Oh My Lord Danny," she cried in her thick drawl, "I'm going to cum soon Baby." Then Danny felt her pussy tighten around his cock and he shot his load into it. She put her clothes back on and washed Danny's dick with a warm wet washcloth. Then she said something that made Danny wonder if she was playing with a full deck. "Danny you know God gave me a gift. I think I enjoy sex more than most and when I go home next year I'm going to marry the preacher's son and we're going to have a bunch of younguns." That just didn't make sense to Danny. He knew Audry was having sex with at least four policemen that he knew of. Why would she want to go home and marry the preacher's son? Then she said something she knew would aggravate Danny. "Danny," she said, "You have a fantastic dick but Sgt. Trawler made me cum three times last night before he shot off." She knew Danny didn't like Trawler and knew she shouldn't talk about him but she couldn't help herself. She was a shit stirrer and always had been. She had gotten in a fight with one of the other girls a few weeks ago and badly scratched her face. Danny wondered what life would be like with Audry married to the preacher's son in rural Tennessee. The manager of the parlor complex was a blond heavy set woman who had hinted to Danny on several occasions that she wanted to have sex with him but Danny knew she was married and didn't like or trust her husband. Her name was Sally Peters and the girls called her husband the Saint. He was a mean nasty Mississippi red neck who could be brutal with the girls or customers if there was trouble. Once he broke a girls wrist when the girl held back a tip she had gotten from a customer. He was always trying to get the girls to have sex with him and none of them wanted to do it. Once in a while one of them would because they needed money or days off but they were never enthusiastic about it. Audry told Danny she had gone with him twice but pretended he was someone else. Each time he had given her a hundred dollars from the safe when they were finished. She had given him the ultimate insult when she told Danny he had a needle dick. Audry had a thing about well hung guys. ************** Three days before Christmas Leo Schultz a police officer on the Bourbon St. Promenade–a foot beat in the French Quarter got a call of a shooting at the Bourbon St. Massage Parlor. He was only a block away and was on the scene in two minutes. When he entered the lobby where the customers waited for the girls he found the Saint lying on the floor in convulsions. He looked a little closer and saw he had a gunshot wound to his right temple. Leo called for an EMS unit and got his notebook out. He couldn't help the Saint but he could get the names of all the people there and take some preliminary information. Fifteen minutes later EMS showed up but the Saint was dead. Leo called for Homicide and Danny O'Reilly and his partner Pascal Melito were assigned the call. When they arrived Pascal looked at the body and asked Leo, "Did you find the gun." "It's under the body Dago," he said, "We didn't move it yet. The girls are all saying he was playing Russian Roulette and he misjudged where the bullet was on his third spin and it went off. Danny looked at the body and saw that familiar expression of surprise he had seen on so many shooting victims in the past. Leo said, "The coroner is on the way and so is the crime lab. We haven't notified his old lady because no one knows where she is. We have five girls here and I told them not to talk about this incident among themselves. None of them seems the least bit upset. Pascal said, "Danny let's take the girls one at a time in one of the massage rooms and interview them. Leo watch the scene for us while we talk to the witnesses. We'll do the entire report this time and treat it as an unclassified death. I'll take the first girl. Danny you better let me do the interview with Audry. Is that OK?" "Yeah you're right," he said. He knew it would be better if Pascal interviewed her. Pascal took Audry into a massage room and they sat down. "Audry I need you to tell me exactly what happened tonight," he said. She nodded and he started by reading her her Miranda rights. He explained that she wasn't a suspect and he didn't have to read her her rights but he liked to do it even with witnesses. He knew that sometimes witnesses became suspects and he didn't like to stop and read them their rights because it often made them stop talking. If he did it first they usually told him everything they knew. Audry said, "Officer I was there when it happened. I think it was God's will. Praise the Lord! The Saint came in about 9:30 PM. I had just finished with a customer and was sitting in the chair at the desk. Saint went to the safe and opened it. He was going to put the extra cash we had in it and then he found the gun. He had been drinking and started playing with it. He took all the bullets out except for one and spun the cylinder. Then he looked at it and saw where the bullet was. The idiot put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger. It just clicked. SusieQ bet him ten bucks that he couldn't do it again. He did and SusieQ said she wanted to go double or nothing. He spun the cylinder again and when he pulled the trigger it went off. I tell you it was God's will. He was a no good son of a bitch and got what he deserved." Two hours later the body was gone and the gun had been recovered. The position of the casing in the cylinder corroborated Audry's story. The gun turned out to be stolen from a recent auto burglary. The girls said someone came in and sold it to Saint a week or two ago. They were just about ready to leave when Sally showed up. She looked at the detectives and the blood on the floor and asked, "What happened here?" Danny told her, "Sally the Saint was playing Russian Roulette and shot himself in the head." "Is he dead?" she asked. "I'm sorry Sally," Danny told her, "He was dead when we got here. The girls can tell you all about it." "Can we clean up this mess?" she asked. "Sure," Danny said, "We were just leaving." Sally looked at the girls and said, "SusieQ, Audry y'all go get the mop and some water we need to clean up this mess and get back to work." Back at headquarters Danny and Pascal compared their notes and Pascal said, "You know all these statements are exactly alike. Usually there are a few discrepancies but not tonight. They probably got their stories straight before we got there." Danny said, "Dago they all hated him. He was a nasty redneck and took advantage of everyone. I'm willing to bet he was skimming money off of the top and sooner or later the Dixie Mafia would have found out and put a stop to it. That is if they haven't already done so. You're right these statements are all alike right down the line. Even his old lady wasn't surprised or upset at his death." Pascal thought about the situation for a few minutes. "Danny," he said, "This guy was pretty stupid and I think he made a mistake that we are all taught at the Academy to avoid. The gun was a Smith and Wesson and the cylinder rotates counter clockwise. A Colt's cylinder rotates clockwise. Do you think it's possible that he got the two confused?" "Dago you might be on to something," he said, "Let me talk to Audry later tonight and see what she'll tell me when she's away from work." "OK Danny," Pascal said, "Why don't you call her now and set it up. She gets off at midnight and she might be ready for a drink and whatever then." At 1:00 AM Danny was lying in a hot tub of soapy water with Audry lying on top of him. He had just had sex with her and she had been hotter than he had ever seen her before. She had had a rare multiple orgasm and Danny knew she was ready to talk to him about what happened earlier. "Baby," he whispered in her ear, "Tell me what really happened tonight." She smiled and said, "Danny we all told you what happened. You don't think we would lie do you. Lying is a sin before God and I could never do that." "OK. I believe you but what else happened that you didn't tell us. I know the Saint was skimming money off the top and Sally knew it and sooner or later the Dixie Mafia would have figured it out." "I swear Baby it happened just like we said. He was a little drunk and SusieQ was egging him on. She needed some money last week for her mother back in Texas and borrowed a grand from him. He made her suck his dick before he gave her the money and she hated him more than most of us. Danny, she told him that there wasn't a hair on his ass if he wouldn't play Russian Roulette with her. She did it first and then he did it. The third time they did it he shot himself. She told me later that he didn't know the difference between a Colt and a Smith and Wesson whatever that means." "OK Audry then tell me why Sally wasn't upset even a little." "She'd been married to him for ten years and I think she'd had enough. She was having an affair with the old man who owns the club on the corner and she told me tonight that she knew sooner or later he would wind up dead and that she had a big insurance policy on him. Danny this really was a stupid accident. I tell you it was God's will. When I go home and marry the preachers son I'll know all about sin and the ways of evil and will be able to help him in his fight against the devil. The Saint was very close to the devil and deserved what he got tonight." Danny knew she was telling him the way it was. He could tell Pascal in the morning that he was right about his theory about which way the cylinder revolves in different guns. Now his dick was getting hard again and it was time to take Audry in the bedroom and do her one more time before she really did go home and marry the preacher's son. The Saint There's nothin' else that I have seen/There's no gettin' around it or in between/You're out of this world except you're not green/Look, you don't know what you mean to me... The way that he moves. The way that he touches me sends chills down my spine. Never have I felt this immense about someone. When he kissed me, I melted a bit on the inside and smiled. He stared into my eyes and I saw a twinkle that I have never seen before... New York City: Four days before... "Hey sweetie. Where are you at?" He asked as she gathered her suitcase. "I am here. I am going to hop on the bus to the subway. See you in about an hour." "Alright. Love Ya." "Love Ya too..." Denise waited for the bus. In the sticky NYC heat, she took a breath in, adjusted her shades and listened to some Deep House Music to clear her mind. Ahhh yes! A few days of relaxation and fun away from the stresses of Atlanta. She has always been a Peach, but deep down inside, she felt like a New York Apple. Her petite frame and look turned the heads of many onlookers in the big city. Hell, it was more than what she got in back home. The lack of desire for her ethnic features and thick, curly, but short tresses became a bother for her dating Life. Men wanted the 'Barbie Doll' look and fairer features. Her skin was of a rich brown glow, with hints of red and yellow hues. However, she took pride in her heritage and what it bestowed upon her. As the bus rolled in, she hopped on and sat down, excited. Her best friend was her rock and she was thankful to be spending time with him. As she arrived to his place, she looked up at the late evening sky and braced herself for what was going to be an interesting few days in NYC -- seeing family, meeting her best guy friends' partner, shopping, dancing and the beach. After dinner with her close guy friend, Andrew, she fell asleep. Another day is ahead of her. She stirred in her sleep about what she left behind. Preston was of her past. They were close friends at the time, then a relationship formed. However, right before Valentine's Day, he broke her heart. "So you are just not going to explain why I have not heard from you in three weeks?! Answer me, damnit!" Silence on the other end. He took a deep breath and said with a faint tone, 'I am sorry. I should have told you earlier.' She hung up and made it a mission to never let him into her Life again. She did admit that sex with him was passionate and intense. His reddish-brown hair would block his face whenever she pounced herself on top of him. She felt his man between her legs, which made her even more excited. He would slide his finger deep within her, thus causing her to moan. SNAP OUT OF IT! She had to. New beginnings. New everything. She reminded herself. How can I be sure? /If you're sure about about the signs tell me what do they mean?/How can I be sure? Samuel placed his book bag on the couch and relaxed from a long day at work. Between meetings and vying for clients in a new firm, he just wanted to chill out for a while. He slipped on some Omar and reached into the fridge for some water. His hazel eyes came into the focus of the Jamaican woman which he had framed on his wall. In a city as big New York, the opportunities were endless for this man. With his Cuban/Jewish ancestry, the amount of pussy he could get was priceless. However, that was not him at all. He dated beautiful chocolate women of all flavors. He had a higher Love for the woman of natural beauty and features. Nothing overdone or nothing put on. Just an everyday woman. His last woman ended up a disaster. She confessed her Love for him, moved in with him and quickly the relationship went downhill. It broke him a bit. However, he brushed it off and started once again on the conquest for Love. Our brightest day is yet to come/Revolutionize this Love (x3) Denise dolled herself out for a night on the town. No one or nothing was going to stop her. Andrew was supposed to be her accomplice, but him and his mister were having issues. Walking in SoHo on a nice summer night was what she needed. She arrived at her destination and danced the night away. She ran into acquaintances, mingled for a bit and danced some more. It was alright with her to dance alone in a big city full of eligible bachelors. Nonetheless, she felt eyes on her as she danced and it excited her even more. She knew it was not from women, but from men. Something told her to look to her right, but she refused. As she took a water break, her phone rung. "WHAT? HE DID WHAT? ARE YOU OKAY ANDREW?" "I am fine. Enjoy your evening. Do not worry about me. How could he do this to me?" "I will be home as soon as possible. I Love You." "Love You too!" Denise reentered the establishment and danced the night away. Samuel walked in with some friends and danced the night away. As he was dancing, he noticed a petite frame within his peripheral vision. 'She cute...' He thought to himself as he kept dancing. Maybe it was coincidence that she knew the same people that he did. Nonetheless, he had to get to know her. Jamming the night away and dancing with the fellow dancers in the circle, she did her thing. Just as she was about to call it a night, he approached her. "Would you like to dance?" He asked as he stared at her with his warm hazel eyes. She looked at him and smiled. "Sure. Why not?" As they both danced, all she could do was just stare at him. He was alright looking, not ugly by any means. On top of that, he was not even her type. Yes, Denise had a type: Tall, handsome, dark hair and eyes. She also had a strong attraction to white men. All, if not most of her exes, were white. She dated a brother, but he only ended up disrespecting her during the relationship and after the breakup, he ended up stalking her. Talk about foolish. She snapped back into reality as he was chatting up with her. She was in her zone as a dancer. He stared at her dancing and keeps it honest with her, "I cannot keep up with you. Nonetheless, I would like to get to know you a little more. What is your name?" "Denise and yours?" "I am Samuel. A pleasure. Let's stay in touch." Just as he said that, she pulled out a card and handed it to him. He smiled and look at her once more. "Talk to you soon!" He said as his back was to her. She smiled and continue dancing. What are the odds that a man in this city would want to go out with a woman like her?