4 comments/ 75729 views/ 8 favorites America's Playboy Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER America's Playboy...What's His Secret? How does an old man get beautiful, buxom, big boob, blonde bombshells? When Anthony flew out to LA, he told everyone that he was going there because he needed a vacation. Only, truth be told, he went to LA because he owed a bookie, Julio Russo, money, a lot of money and rather than have his legs broken or worse, he decided to go west. He had never been to California, specifically LA, but he begrudgingly went when Julio Russo made him an offer that he couldn't refuse. It all started when Julio Russo saw yet another photo in the newspaper again. He threw the entertainment section of the newspaper down on the counter. "Look at this fuckin' guy, America's fuckin' playboy. How does someone this fuckin' old get broads who look this fuckin' good? Look at these fuckin' broads. He's forty to sixty years older than them. He's old enough to be their father. He's old enough to be their grandfather. All of them are beautiful, buxom, big boob, blonde bombshells. And it's been like that with him for fifty fuckin' years. He's such a fuckin' pig. He's fucked everybody. He's probably had more pussy than Wilt Chamberlain. I don't get it. How does he do it? What's his secret?" Mario scooped up the newspaper while Vito and Angelo looked over his shoulder. "Holy shit, Boss, those are three good looking broads," said Angelo whistling his appreciation for the beauty of the women after studying the photo. "I'd love to get with any one of them, never mind having the three of them together." "Wow, look at the tits on that one," said Vito. "Momma Mia! I'd love to rub my face in those big breasts." "Look at her ass. I'd love to slide my dick into that," said Mario. "Can you imagine being naked and in bed with her? Oh, my God." "Imagine the possibilities of having three women who look like that in bed with you," said Angelo giving Mario a nudge while looking at him. Mama Mia," he said waving his hand up and down and whistling. "That's the way that I want to die when I die. I want to die with three beautiful, buxom, big boob blonde bombshells in bed with me. Wow! I'd die happy and with a big smile on my face. What a way to go." "You die like that and Saint Peter won't allow you in Heaven," said Vito shaking his head and making the sign of the cross. "Won't allow me in Heaven? Are you kidding me? Saint Peter is a man or once was a man, that is, before he became an Angel. He'd understand when he asked me the question how I died. I'd tell him that I died happy. I'd tell him that I died with a big smile of my face. I'd tell Saint Peter that I died while doing something that I love to do," said Angelo moving his hand back and forth. "I'd tell him that I died sharing myself with others who were less fortunate and who didn't have me in their lives," he said with a laugh. "I'd tell him that I died giving pleasure to the masses of women kind, well, at least to three beautiful, buxom, big boob, blonde bombshells," said Angelo laughing. "What you just said is sacrilegious," said Vito making the sign of the cross again. "You're going to Hell when you die. You're doomed. Even Saint Peter won't be able to save you from burning in Hell's fires." "Well, I'm going to Hell already, Vito," said Angelo waving a hand of despair at him. "I've done much worse than being sacrilegious with Saint Peter's name. I think I've already broken all the Ten Commandments a few times over. The devil and I are pals." He nudged Mario with his elbow and said, "Hey Mario, the devil is a friend of mine." "Read the article," said Julio pummeling the newspaper with his fat, stubby finger. "Read the fuckin' article. Look at that, they all fuckin' live with him. Do you believe that shit? He's got three broads who look like that living with him. Let me ask you guys a question. You tell me this, why would three beautiful broads who look as good as that and who can get any man they'd like want to live with someone this fuckin' old, unless he was their fuckin' grandfather or unless he was using some kind of mind control shit on them?" "Mind control? Nah. Maybe, he is their grandfather, Boss," said Angelo winking at Mario. "Grandfather my ass. He's their Sugar Daddy. Sugar Granddaddy is more like it." Julio started pacing the room while thinking. He always paced when he didn't understand something. "It's got to be something more there that what meets the eye here. Only, what the Hell could it be? I don't get it," he said walking while shaking his head from side to side. "How the fuck does he do it?" "I don't know, Boss," said Angelo. "Maybe he's got a big cock. Maybe his cum taste like cotton candy and that's why they call him a Sugar Daddy or Sugar Granddaddy," he said laughing at his own old ill humor. "Yeah, a big, old, soft cock that oozes sugar that tastes like cotton candy," laughed Mario. "Do you ever listen to some of the shit that comes out of your mouth? Don't you never think about what you're gonna say before you say it? Do you realize some of the stupid shit you say? You embarrass me all the fuckin' time. You should think about what you are going to say before you say it and then just don't fuckin' say it. Sometimes, it's better just to be fuckin' quiet. Sometimes, it's better just to listen." "Hey, at least I finished high school," said Angelo. "At least I graduated." "Yeah, well, just 'cause your educated doesn't mean that you're smart. You might have book smarts, but I have street smarts and commonsense, which you ain't got neither of those. Besides, I got my GED when I was in the Army serving my country," said Mario sitting up straight and puffing out his chest. I was staff sergeant of supply. "Is that what you call it, serving your country? You were stealing whatever you could out of the PX. The Army couldn't wait for you to end your service," said Angelo laughing. "You're lucky they didn't Court Marshal you and stick you in Federal Prison. No wonder why we spent so much in Iraq. It's because you stole everything that wasn't nailed down. They had to appropriate more money because of all the shit you stole," he said laughing. Angelo and Mario continued their squabbling in the background while Julio pondered how someone so old could get women so young. "Hey, I got big salami in my pants and I don't get any broads who look like that," said Julio. "Even when I was younger and was better lookin' than I am now and not as heavy, I still didn't get no broads who look like that." "It's probably all for show, Boss. He does it for his image to promote himself, is all. Maybe he doesn't do anything with them but stare at them all day and all night," said Mario. "Maybe at night they just spoon and cuddle is all. Maybe, they are even allowed to have boyfriends and to have sex with other men and/or women. Maybe he just likes to watch them having sex while jerking off. Fuck, they probably all sleep in different beds for all we know. For all we know, they're probably lesbians, Boss." "Nah, I ain't never seen no lesbians who look as good as that," chimed in Vito. "Normally lesbians are fat and ugly and don't shave their legs and underarms. Normally, lesbians don't like men. Matter of fact, they hate men. They'd rather die than to fuck a man. They'd never be standing there and smiling like that to take a photo like that. They'd embarrass themselves to all their other lesbian friends to look so happy being with this degenerate." "Well, if you consider a woman who is fat and ugly and who doesn't shave her legs and underarms a lesbian, she could be a Sicilian woman instead of a lesbian. She could be a French woman. The French women don't shave their legs and underarms. And did you ever see the bush on a French woman? Momma, they have hair as black and as thick as they have on their head," said Mario laughing while making a sour face. "I'd never be with a woman who didn't shave her legs and underarms. I'd feel like I was doin' a guy." "Hey, you'd be surprised. There are some beautiful lesbians out there who'd you never think they were pussy lickers. What about that big, tall blonde from Texas that died of an overdose recently? She was a lesbian," said Angelo. "She preferred women to men." "Who Anna Nicole? Nah, she wasn't a lesbian. She was just another slut," said Mario. She loved men and love sucking cocks too much. Don't you remember we watched her sex video? Now, that was hot. No lesbian I know could make a sex video like that." "Yeah, Anna Nicole, that's right. I always forget her name. She was a lesbian and she was really beautiful," said Angelo. "She said she was a lesbian when she had that television show, The Anna Nicole Show. Maybe, she liked both pussies and cocks. Maybe, she was one of those bisexuals who swung both ways." "Yeah, that could be. I could see her being a bisexual, but not a lesbian." "Oh, and what about that Sharon Stone and the one who played in the quiet sheep movie. Oh, yeah, and what about Madonna. Definitely she's a lesbian the way that she kissed Britney Spears. Now, that was hot. Oh, yeah, and Britney Spears is a lesbian, too, in the way she returned Madonna's kiss with a French kiss and then when they caught Britney Spears with those two women exchanging bikinis. Yeah, Britney Spears is a lesbian alright. They are all beautiful women and they are all dykes." "Quiet sheep movie? What the fuck you talkin' about, Angelo?" Mario looked at his friend with disbelief. "Do you mean Jodie Foster in Silence of the Lambs?" "Yeah, her. She's a lesbian," said Angelo. "Maybe so, but all those broads put together don't look any where as good as these three broads do separately. Are you kiddin' me? Just look at these three beauties. I ain't never seen women as gorgeous as these three," said Mario. "Listen to me," said Julio getting agitated more now by the conversation of his knuckleheaded captains than by the photo. "That's what I'm fuckin' talkin' about. How the Hell does this senior of senior citizens get three young, beautiful blondes to spoon and cuddle in bed with him? You tell me that," he said looking from Mario to Angelo and to Vito while banging his finger on the newspaper. "How? I don't get it. I just don't get it." He threw his hands up in the air and returned to pacing back and forth in the room. "It makes no fuckin' sense to me." "Maybe, it's like what Mario said, Boss. It's just one of those, what do you call them, platonic relationships," said Angelo. "Plutonic my ass. What the Hell does planet Pluto have to do with what I'm talkin' about here. I'm talkin' about broads and I'm talkin' about controlling those broads with your mind, you moron. What d'ya have wax in your ears and can't hear me so good?" Julio put his hands on the table and leaned his fat belly into Angelo's shoulder. He knew to be quiet when the boss was agitated like this, but spoke anyway. "Take it easy, Boss. You're getting all riled up over a photo in the paper. It don't mean nothin'. It's just a picture," said Angelo knowing not to correct his boss about planet Pluto and knowing not to make his boss appear stupid. "Listen to me; I don't care how old you are, unless you are retarded or a vegetable, if you are living with three broads who look like that," he used his index finger to pontificate his point by pounding the paper with it, "you're gonna do more than just stare at them and you're going to do more at night than just spooning with them. Capice? Definitely, you're gonna want to touch them in a sexual way and you're going want them to touch you in a sexual way," said Julio waving his fat finger in Angelo's face. "Momma, if I was spooning with these three broads, I'd have an erection that would keep me up all night. And I'll tell you somethin' else. I'm gonna find out how the Hell this guy does it so that I can do it, too." "Okay Boss, okay. Calm down," said Angelo patting him on the back. "You'll get yourself all nervous like that and you'll give yourself agita or take a heart attack." Julio stood and walked away from the table where his three captains were still sitting looking at the photo. "I'm jealous of him." There was a long silent pause. His three captains stared over at their boss. "When I get old and if I live to be his age, I don't want to be alone without no broads," said Julio suddenly showing a face that appeared sad. Immediately, he looked away from his Captains. "I can't imagine a life with no broads, you know? I can't imagine not having sex no more. I'd kill myself if I had no broad in my life and if I couldn't get it up no more." "I can sympathize with your predicament, Boss, but people in our business, especially bosses who have the responsibility of a family haven't been known to live long enough to collect a Social Security check," said Angelo choosing his words carefully and looking up at the receiver of his message to see how his message was taken. "That is, except for Whitey Bulger, but he's on the run. Besides, he's probably dead already. The FBI probably killed him to keep him quiet and they'll never find his body unless a FBI agent rats it." "What the Hell does that mean? You don't think I'll live to see my retirement? You know somethin' that I don't know? You lookin' to be the boss of this family? You lookin' to take me out? I ought to plug you full of holes right here and right now," said Julio pushing a chair out of the way and putting his hand on his gun. "No, no Boss, I was just making an observation is all," said Angelo. "Gees, take it easy. I didn't mean anything by it. I wasn't even talkin' about you." "Angelo meant nothing by what he said, Boss. He's just a stupid fuck, Boss. He always says stupid stuff," said Mario looking at his friend. "Right Angie?" "Yeah, yeah, Boss, Mario is right. I always say stupid stuff. I meant no disrespect to you or to this family. I'm sorry." "Maybe he hypnotizes them, Boss," said Vito. "Maybe he uses some kind of mind control to get them to do whatever he wants." Now it was Vito who had Julio's focused attention. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I was thinkin', Vito. It's got to be somethin' like that," said Julio. "I had a friend who could give hypnotic suggestions. He started hypnotizing girls to put them in a trance so that he could feel them up. Then, he graduated to hypnotizing girls so he could get them to give him a blowjob. He even had a women strip naked once right out in the middle of the street. She was the mother of a kid I used to play with. It was so hot to watch this woman remove her housecoat, her panties and her bra and stand there naked with her eyes closed and her head forward until my friend gave her the command to come out of the trance." Julio, Mario, and Angelo listened to Vito in stunned silence. "Yeah, so what happened when he woke her up," said Angelo. "She couldn't believe it when she woke up. He was laughing his ass off and she was so embarrassed. She didn't know what to cover first. We were just kids. I don't know how the Hell he did it, but he did." "See? That's what I'm talkin' about," said Julio. "Mind control and hypnotic suggestions is probably how he gets all these broads. He probably hypnotized them to think that he is a young stud." Julio looked at Vito. "Where is this friend now who hypnotizes women? Maybe, he could show me how he does it, so that I can try it, too." "Oh, he moved away. I have no idea where he is, Boss. This was twenty years ago." "Hypnosis. Yeah, yeah, I never thought of that and now that you mention it, it makes perfect sense," said Julio. "That hypnosis shit is very powerful stuff, very powerful. Sure, sure, it could be that. He could be a master of hypnosis. That could be how he gets all these beautiful broads. How else could he get them?" In the next chapter Boss Russo is determine to find out how an old man has so many young, beautiful girlfriends. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... America's Playboy Ch. 02 Look into my eyes, you are getting very sleepy and your eye lids are very heavy. "Maybe he hypnotizes them, Boss," said Vito. "Maybe he uses some kind of mind control to get them to do whatever he wants." Now it was Vito who had Julio's focused attention. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I was thinkin', Vito. It's got to be somethin' like that," said Julio. "I had a friend who could give hypnotic suggestions. He started hypnotizing girls to put them in a trance so that he could feel them up. Then, he graduated to hypnotizing girls so he could get them to give him a blowjob. He even had a women strip naked once right out in the middle of the street. She was the mother of a kid I used to play with. It was so hot to watch this woman remove her housecoat, her panties and her bra and stand there naked with her eyes closed and her head forward until my friend gave her the command to come out of the trance." Julio, Mario, and Angelo listened to Vito in stunned silence. "Yeah, so what happened when he woke her up," said Angelo. "She couldn't believe it when she woke up. He was laughing his ass off and she was so embarrassed. She didn't know what to cover first. We were just kids. I don't know how the Hell he did it, but he did." "See? That's what I'm talkin' about," said Julio. "Mind control and hypnotic suggestions is probably how he gets all these broads. He probably hypnotized them to think that he is a young stud." Julio looked at Vito. "Where is this friend now who hypnotizes women? Maybe, he could show me how he does it, so that I can try it, too." "Oh, he moved away. I have no idea where he is, Boss. This was twenty years ago." "Hypnosis. Yeah, yeah, I never thought of that and now that you mention it, it makes perfect sense," said Julio. "That hypnosis shit is very powerful stuff, very powerful. Sure, sure, it could be that. He could be a master of hypnosis. That could be how he gets all these beautiful broads. How else could he get them?" "Remember that hypnotist we went to see last year and how he was able to control all those broads that he called up on stage from the audience? They were every day average women and he had them sitting with their legs spread to give the men in the audience a nice up skirt view and he had other broads unbutton their blouses to give them a nice down blouse view of their bras," said Mario. "Then, he had that one broad take off her blouse and bra while she was on stage? Now, that was hot. I didn't think she'd do it, but she did. That was fuckin' believable watching her strip." "Yeah, my wife was mad at me," said Vito. "I told her it was a family show. She almost died when she saw that one broad fall between that guy's knees on stage, unzip him, pull out his cock, start strokin' him, and take him in her mouth. Good thing the hypnotist stopped her 'cause she was ready to really start giving him a blowjob. Only, I was disappointed. I would have like to watch her finish him off. She made me wish that was me up on stage." "Yeah, yeah, I remember that, but are you sure that wasn't part of the show? Maybe he paid her to get topless on stage and maybe he paid that other broad to suck the guys cock. Maybe, the whole thing was a setup. She did have a nice rack, though," said Julio. "Who was that broad that was giving that guy a blowjob?" "That was Joey Bananas' girlfriend." "Nah, you kiddin' me?" "Yeah, seriously, it was Boss." "Oh, yeah? He's an empty suit anyway, but she was a good looking broad. I wouldn't mind getting a blowjob from her," said Julio. "Nah, Boss, the hypnosis looked real to me," said Vito. "They can really do that shit. It depends on the person, though. Not all people can be hypnotized. There are some people that just can't be hypnotized." Vito looked down at the newspaper photo. "Maybe, he's with these three beautiful broads because he is able to hypnotize them." "Yeah, now that I think more about it, it did look real to me, too," said Julio. "Her eyes were closed and everything. Even though she was standing, she looked like she was sleeping. She looked like she was in a trance. And they advertised that guy as a doctor, Dr. Vinnie, yeah, that was his name, Dr. Vinnie. So, he must be a medical doctor of hypnotism or somethin' like that or maybe he's a brain surgeon to have control over a broad's mind like that and for her to remove her bra in front of everyone like that without being embarrassed or ashamed, you know and to get the other broad to give the guy a blowjob in front of her boyfriend." "Yeah, her husband wasn't happy with that guy. He ran up there with his sports coat to cover his wife's tits, but too late. Everyone already saw them," laughed Angelo. "And Joey Bananas was pissed. He pulled his girlfriend up and started yelling at her. Then, he was yelling at Dr. Vinnie, back stage when the show was over. That's how I know the whole thing was real, Boss. That's how I know it wasn't a setup. Her husband and Joey Bananas was as surprised as everyone else who was there watching the show." "That was a good show," said Mario. "I wonder how he does that shit, though. He doesn't even wave anything in front of their eyes and he doesn't even say those words, look into my eyes, your eye lids are getting very heavy, so heavy that you can't even keep them open," said Mario waving a shiny keychain in front of Angelo's face. "He just whispers something to them and they put their heads down and are in a trance." "Yeah, it's scary how fast he's able to get them to go under," said Julio. "Imagine hypnotizing a broad to get her to do anything you want. Badabing badaboom, I'd be knockin' boots all night with her, if you know what I mean," said Mario while looking to his friend Angelo. "I've give her a suggestion that every time I said the word kneepads, she had to fall to her knees and suck my cock wherever we were, even if we were sitting in the Olive Garden Restaurant having dinner." "I love that place. They have great food," said Angelo. "Now, I'm hungry for lunch. Do they have takeout?" "It's ten in the morning. You just ate breakfast and you're already thinking of lunch." "Four donuts is hardly breakfast, Mario. You made me hungry talking about the Olive Garden," said Angelo. "You're thinking about food and I'm talking about blowjobs," said Mario. "What are you a fag?" "I'd get my wife to cook and clean better," said Vito. "Yeah, I'd hypnotize her to keep a nice house like my Mama did." "Cook and clean? What the fuck? Stupido! What d'ya got shit for brains? Cook and clean? What is she your mutha? I'd get her to do more than cooking and cleaning," said Julio. "If I could control broads with hypnosis shit and mind control and shit like that, the only thing I'd have her cleaning is my cock in her mouth with her tongue." "I'd love to know how to do that, to control broads like that," said Angelo picking up the newspaper to stare at the photo again. There are some women in the neighborhood that I'd like to try that." "Oh, yeah? Who," said Mario? "That Maria who lives down the street, she's pretty." "What the one with those three bratty kids?" "Yeah, her." "It figures a fat fuck like you would be attracted to another fat fuck. She's fat." "So? She's not that fat. She's still sexy. She has a pretty face and she's got a big, round ass and big tits. I've love to hypnotize her and make her my sex slave." "Yeah, you two would make a pair. You could hypnotize her to marry your fat ass and the both of you could get fatter together," said Mario laughing. "You both could eat at the Olive Garden every day with her three bratty kids." "Fuck you," said Angelo to Mario. "Fuck you," said Mario to Angelo. "Hey, you two know it off. You're both like little fuckin' kids," said Julio. He turned his attention back to Vito. "That's what I figure is going on with this guy. That's got to be it," said Julio pointing his fat, stubby finger while chewing down on his cigar. "He uses magic or voodoo or some hypnotic trance with hypnotic suggestions to control them to give him sex 24/7." "Maybe, he drugs them, too," said Mario. "Maybe, with the drugs, they think he's a younger and better looking man." "I dunno. That could very well be," said Julio, "but it's got to be something like what Vito said about that hypnosis stuff. That's very dangerous shit. The military used hypnosis in the way they used brain washing in Korea and Viet Nam to get what they want from people back in World War II. Now, the terrorists use it. They hypnotize someone and then call them on the phone years later. They say a code word like kaboom or abbra kadabbra some shit like that on the phone and the person walks through a crowd of people with a bomb strapped to his ass before detonating it." "Holy Mother of Mary of God," said Angelo making the sign of the cross. "If I ever saw a terrorist in the neighborhood, I'd plug him full of holes first and ask questions later. Better I kill him first before he kills me." "How the Hell would you know if someone was a terrorist? Do you think they all walk around with white towels on their heads and are all named Abdula or Muhammad? Those guys look just like you or me. They look normal. You can't tell one from the other," said Vito, "and they've been living here as an average Joe like everyone else." "Nah, it's easy to spot a terrorist," said Angelo. "Haven't you seen their pictures on TV after they get arrested? They all have those bugged out eyes. They all look fuckin' crazy. I could spot a terrorist." "You're the fuckin' crazy one, Angelo," said Vito. "You know, Boss," said Angelo, "this guy is loaded. That's how he gets these broads. He probably pays them for sex and buys them expensive gifts, cars and houses and shit like that. A broad will do anything if you buy her a car or a house." "Yeah, well, I'm loaded, too." Julio reached in his pocket and pulled out a huge wad of cash. "I've got dough, plenty of dough, and I never get broads who look like that. I get skanks, sluts, whores, scumbags, and douche bags," he said pocketing his money. "I know what you mean. No offense, Boss, your goomah is a good looking woman and your wife is a saint, but those two women don't look anything like these three broads in the paper," said Vito studying the photo again. "You never see broads this good looking and with this hot of a body on the street. It makes me wonder how this guy gets these broads, too. It's got to be mind control or some shit like that." "Yeah, but Boss, this guy has connections. He can get them in magazines, on television, and in the movies. He can make them a star. He can make them famous," said Angelo. "What's wrong with you? The Boss is connected. He can do all of that, too," said Mario looking up at Julio. "Can't you Boss?" "Well, yeah, sure, I can do all of that, too, but not in the way that this guy can. But still there's something else going on here and I need to find out what it is. He's got something going that no one else knows about. He's using something to control these women," said Julio pacing back and forth with his hands dug deep in his pockets and his shoulders pitched forward along with his lowered head. "The only thing that I can think of is some kind of mind control." "What else can it be?" Angelo looked at his Boss. "It's got to be that hypnosis shit, then. He controls their minds with it." "The guy is eighty fuckin' years old. I mean, I could understand if the guy worked out like Jack LaLanne and was in really good shape, you know." He stopped pacing to ask his associates a question. "Is he still alive, by the way?" "Who?" "Jack LaLanne? Is he still alive?" "Yeah, Boss, Jack LaLanne is still alive, I think or did he croak? I dunno," said Angelo scratching his head. "I don't see him no more on TV, except for his juice machine commercials, but the commercials were made years ago." "Yeah, Boss, Jack LaLanne is still alive. Matter of fact, his wife Elaine LaLanne is still alive, too. She's in her late eighties or early nineties," said Mario. He's around 94. I think I read that he did nine hundred or nine thousand pushups to celebrate his ninetieth birthday. Then, he pulled a boat loaded with ninety people across the harbor." "No fuckin' way," said Julio. "Imagine doin' shit like that at his age. That guy will never die. The guy must fuck for hours and hours." He waved his finger at Angelo who was about to guzzle his beer. "Look at you drinking beer so early in the morning. You should be takin' better care of yourself. It's that carrot juice shit that Jack LaLanne drinks and all those vitamins he takes. There's something in all that shit that will make that guy live to a 120." He looked at Angelo. "When's the last time you took a fuckin' vitamin?" "Vitamin? I'm taking one now," he said taking a sip of his beer. "Don't they fortify beer with vitamins, now," said Angelo reading the label. "What about you, Boss?" Mario looked up to his boss. "Do you take vitamins?" "I can't. They upset my stomach," he said looking at his Captains. "So, now, don't fuckin' laugh, I still take my vitamins, but I take those Flintstone vitamins. They don't bother my stomach like the other shit." "Flintstone vitamins?" "Hey, they have the same things in the Flintstone vitamins that the Centrum vitamins have in them, only not as much, so I take two," said Julio to Angelo. "I read the label." "No one lives to be that old, 120-years-old, Boss," said Vito. "Jack will," said Julio. Ninety-four to Jack LaLanne is like fifty-four to the rest of us. He's in better shape than Arnold, the Terminator." "He's here, Boss," said Angelo peering out the window. In the next chapter Anthony meets the boss. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... America's Playboy Ch. 03 "What else can it be?" Angelo looked at his Boss. "It's got to be that hypnosis shit, then. He controls their minds with it." "The guy is eighty fuckin' years old. I mean, I could understand if the guy worked out like Jack LaLanne and was in really good shape, you know." He stopped pacing to ask his associates a question. "Is he still alive, by the way?" "Who?" "Jack LaLanne? Is he still alive?" "Yeah, Boss, Jack LaLanne is still alive, I think or did he croak? I dunno," said Angelo scratching his head. "I don't see him no more on TV, except for his juice machine commercials, but the commercials were made years ago." "Yeah, Boss, Jack LaLanne is still alive. Matter of fact, his wife Elaine LaLanne is still alive, too. She's in her late eighties or early nineties," said Mario. He's around 94. I think I read that he did nine hundred or nine thousand pushups to celebrate his ninetieth birthday. Then, he pulled a boat loaded with ninety people across the harbor." "No fuckin' way," said Julio. "Imagine doin' shit like that at his age. That guy will never die. The guy must fuck for hours and hours." He waved his finger at Angelo who was about to guzzle his beer. "Look at you drinking beer so early in the morning. You should be takin' better care of yourself. It's that carrot juice shit that he drinks and all those vitamins he takes. There's something in all that shit that will make that guy live to a 120." He looked at Angelo. "When's the last time you took a fuckin' vitamin?" "Vitamin? I'm taking one now," he said taking a sip of his beer. "Don't they fortify beer with vitamins, now," said Angelo reading the label. "What about you, Boss?" Mario looked up to his boss. "Do you take vitamins?" "I can't. They upset my stomach," he said looking at his Captains. "So, now, don't fuckin' laugh, I still take my vitamins, but I take those Flintstone vitamins. They don't bother my stomach like the other shit." "Flintstone vitamins?" "Hey, they have the same things in the Flintstone vitamins that the Centrum vitamins have in them, only not as much, so I take two," said Julio to Angelo. "I read the label." "No one lives to be that old, 120-years-old, Boss," said Vito. "Jack will," said Julio. Ninety-four to Jack LaLanne is like fifty-four to the rest of us. He's in better shape than Arnold, the Terminator." "He's here, Boss," said Angelo peering out the window. "Who's here?" Russo looked at Angelo while Mario and Vito stood and looked out the window watching a guy approach their social club from across the street. Angelo went outside, threw the guy up against the wall, and patted him down. "That's the guy, that's Anthony, the guy with the houses, the guy who owes you money and doesn't have it to pay," said Mario. The three men walked outside with Boss Russo leading the way. Julio walked up to Anthony and shook hands with him. "Listen, Anthony," said Julio talking through his chewed cigar and throwing his fat arm around his shoulders. "I know you don't have the dough to pay me what you owe, but I have a way that you can repay your debt to me and do me a favor at the same time," he said giving him a hard look before waving a fat finger in his face. "And I never forget those who do me favors, you know what I mean?" Julio was always shadowed by his favorite associates, Capos Mario, Angelo, and Vito. Big Louie, Little Louie, Hungry Ritchie, Tough Tommy, Dirty Jimmy, Best Man Vinnie, Fast Frankie, Two Takes Tony, Jumping Johnny, Loco Rocco, Handsome Salvy, and Dangerous Domenic were just a cell phone call away should there be a problem. When it rained one of them held an umbrella over Mr. Russo's bald head. When he neared a door, another opened it for him to squeeze his short, fat body through. When they rode in a car, one drove the car, the other rode shotgun, and the third stayed in back with the Boss. Except when his boys were out on a job, Julio was never without his trio of protectors and most trusted family members. Imported right from Sicily, when not with them, he was with his personal bodyguards Fabrizio and Leonardo and one was more violent than the other. "Anything Julio, anything. Ow," said Anthony holding the back of his head after receiving a slap from Mario. "What was that for?" "No one calls the boss by his first name, except for Mrs. Russo and his mutha," said Mario sticking a stiff finger in his face. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disrespect you, Mr. Russo." "It's okay, Anthony. We're all friends here. No harm done and no disrespect taken. You just don't know no better. You're kind of backward in the ways of the old neighborhood," he said patting down the dirty blonde hair that Mario's slap disturbed. "You ask me anything, Mr. Russo, and I'll do it," said Anthony further expressing his emotions with his hands, as do most Italians. "Who do you want me to—" "Nah, nothin' like that. Calm down Tony," he said looking at him. "May I call you Tony? Anthony sounds too formal like something I'd call my little nephew when he was receiving his first Holy Communion or what I'd call Anthony to come home for supper when it was Prince Spaghetti night on Wednesday." He turned to his associates. "Do you remember that commercial? Anthony! Anthony! His mutha would yell out the window at him. What ever happened to that kid? He was famous." "He started a nightclub, Boss," said Angelo laughing. "He had an unfortunate accident when a fire broke out in the men's room. It was terrible, just terrible," he said laughing again with his cohorts Vito and Mario. "Yeah, I remember that now," said Julio. "He was trying to muscle in on the competition, a couple of wise guys who were friends of ours owned the club next to his. It was a good thing he had insurance," he said sharing in their laughter. "He moved to Miami after that," said Vito laughing. "Yeah, sure, Tony is fine," said Anthony waiting his turn to speak before politely interrupting their back and forth conversation. Suddenly he had the image of himself running down the street screaming while on fire. "Relax. Look at you. You're sweatin' bullets, said Julio. "There's no reason for you to be nervous. You're among friends. You've watched the Godfather movie one too many times," he said smiling at Anthony and then turning for a reaction from his peanut gallery of heavy hitters, literally and figuratively. Mario, Angelo, and Vito knew to laugh whenever Julio said something even remotely funny. "Yeah, relax, kid," said Mario rubbing his shoulder. "No one is gonna hurt you, so long as you're with us." "We're all just taking a nice stroll. Breathe in the fresh air. It's good for you," said Julio coughing before taking another puff of his chewed cigar. "Do you smell that? It's clean air that is bug free and that aren't really bugs but listening devices. We can talk freely out here without being listened to by the Feds. Fuckin' Feds are all over the fuckin' place." The associates walked side by side filling the sidewalk as they went. Whenever they walked the streets of the old neighborhood, which was a rare occasion, as they always sped through in their fleet of luxury automobiles and SUV's, and whenever anyone saw Julio walking the sidewalk down from his social club, they either turned and walked the other way, crossed the street or ducked in a doorway until they passed by them. "Godfather 1 & 2 are my favorites. I didn't like Godfather 3 as much," said Anthony with a nervous look hoping that Julio agreed with him. "Yeah, me too. The only part I liked about Godfather 3 was when Pacino said, "Just when I thought I was out...they pull me back in," said Julio mimicking Pacino with his hands and his voice. "That was good, Boss. You sounded just like Pacino," said Mario. "That movie was too political and it made me angry when they showed the asshole Catholic Church Bishops and Cardinals for who they really are, greedy mutha-fuckers who care about no one and nothin' except for money," said Julio making the sign of the cross as he walked by a Catholic Church. "Only, they shouldn't have done that, 'cause we didn't have to have that thrown in our faces. We know they are like that. We all know the church is corrupt and only care about money. We all know that they don't give a rat's ass about the poor. Still, if only for the children, it's important we blindly look up to the priests and the nuns. There are some good ones out there and more importantly, they are symbols of our religion," he said waving his finger at Anthony. "And that movie, Godfather 3, made them all look bad. Francis Ford Coppola's mutha must be turning over in her grave." "You're right about there being some good priests and nuns, boss," said Vito. "Sister Mary Francis and Father O'Brien are saints." "Yeah, they don't get no better than that," said Angelo. "I still can't believe they were having sex all these years," he said moving his hand in front of his mouth simulating giving a blowjob. "Hey, maybe Father O'Brien hypnotized Sister Mary Francis. What d'ya think, Boss? Maybe that's how he got into her panties by controlling her mind. Wait, do Nuns wear panties or do they wear tights or something else under their habits?" "Seriously? No shit! Father O'Brian was banging Sister Mary Francis," said Mario incredulously. "I didn't know that. I don't fuckin' believe it." "You didn't know that? Everyone knew that," said Julio. "Sister Mary Francis is very pretty, even without no makeup. You can't blame Father O'Brien for hittin' that. I'd do her. She's got a rack under that habit. Besides, I always wanted to know what they wore beneath their Nun's habits. Yeah, definitely, like every other woman, they probably wear panties, but maybe it's those Nun's panties with the cross on them on something like that." "No fuckin' shit. I still can't believe that Father O'Brien was bangin' Sister Mary Francis," said Mario shaking his head. "Well, anyways, yeah, that was the best part of the whole Godfather 3 movie when Pacino said that, Boss." Apparently the political nature of the film, as well as Julio's speech about religion was lost on him. "Yeah, he was living your life, Boss," said Angelo echoing his friend's respect for his boss with a compliment. "You coulda been him in that movie, Boss," said Vito. "Have you noticed the respect that I receive from my associates, Anthony," said Julio with arms up, as if he was the Pope giving Mass to thousands from a balcony in Vatican City. Have you noticed the respect that I receive from those who live in my neighborhood?" Julio turned from one side of the street to the other and whenever he made eye contact with someone looking out a window or standing in a doorway, they slammed shut the window or ducked in the doorway. Love was not in the air when Julio Russo walked down the sidewalk and made his presence known in the neighborhood. "To be honest with you, Mr. Russo, I think it's more fear than it is respect. Ow! Jesus," said Anthony rubbing the back of his head. "You disrespect the Boss one more time and I'll break your fuckin' kneecap," said Mario. "D'ya hear me, asshole?" "Sorry, Mr. Russo, yes, everyone likes you. Ow!" said Anthony reacting to the slap off the back of the head received from Vito. "What I meant to say is that everyone loves you." "Anyways, how's your Dad? "My Dad? You know my Dad?" Anthony looked at him incredulously. "My Dad is good, Mr. Russo. Why?" "And your Ma? Is she good, too?" "My Ma?" Anthony gave him a look before realizing what this line of questioning was about. "Yeah, okay, I get it. My parents are fine, Mr. Russo," said Anthony looking at him with questioning eyes. "I realize you know where I live, if that's what you're suggesting by asking after the health of my parents, Mr. Russo." "Watch your mouth," said Vito taking a step forward until Julio waved him off. "I oughta give you a slap just because." In the next chapter Boss Russo makes Anthony an offer he can't refuse. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... America's Playboy Ch. 04 "Have you noticed the respect that I receive from my associates, Anthony," said Julio with arms up, as if he was the Pope giving Mass to thousands from a balcony in Vatican City. "Have you noticed the respect that I receive from those who live in my neighborhood?" Julio turned from one side of the street to the other and whenever he made eye contact with someone looking out a window or standing in a doorway, they slammed shut the window or ducked in the doorway. Love was not in the air when Julio Russo walked down the sidewalk and made his presence known in the neighborhood. "To be honest with you, Mr. Russo, I think it's more fear than it is respect. Ow! Jesus," said Anthony rubbing the back of his head. "You disrespect the Boss one more time and I'll break your fuckin' kneecap," said Mario. "D'ya hear me, asshole?" "Sorry, Mr. Russo, yes, everyone likes you. Ow!" said Anthony reacting to the slap off the back of the head received from Vito. "What I meant to say is that everyone loves you." "Anyways, how's your Dad? "My Dad? You know my Dad?" Anthony looked at him incredulously. "My Dad is good, Mr. Russo. Why?" "And your Ma? Is she good, too?" "My Ma?" Anthony gave him a look before realizing what this line of questioning was about. "Yeah, okay, I get it. My parents are fine, Mr. Russo," said Anthony looking at him with questioning eyes. "I realize you know where I live, if that's what you're suggesting by asking after the health of my parents, Mr. Russo." "Watch your mouth," said Vito taking a step forward until Julio waved him off. "I oughta give you a slap just because." "You're a mason right?" "Yeah, I'm a jack of all trades, carpenter, plumber, electrician, mason, and roofer. I do it all. I can build a house from the foundation to the roof." "You specialize in those...what do you call them...Batman houses like the one that Bruce Wayne lives in when he's not living down in his bat cave," he said laughing and turning to look at his associates. "My favorite Batman movie was the first one, with Jack Nicholson and Michael Keaton, especially the part when the robber is on the roof with Batman and he goes, Who are you? And Batman says, I'm Batman. That was fuckin' unbelievable." "Batman houses? Oh, you mean houses that are inspired by Gothic architecture?" Mario slapped him across the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?" "Don't correct the boss when he's tryin' to explain somethin' to you. Just shut the fuck up and listen. You're such a stupid fuck I should give you another slap just for good measure," said Mario taking a step closer to him. "Yeah, I specialize in those Batman types of houses," said Anthony turning around and ducking while talking. "Pardon my ignorance, Tony, but I know nothin' about architecture. I just know what I like when I see somethin' that I like, you know what I mean?" "Most people are like that, Mr. Russo." Anthony ducked and missed another slap. "The Boss ain't like most people," said Mario. "Anyways, I know a guy who knows a guy and I need for you to find something out for me before this guy who knows this guy croaks of old age. He's old, very old. He's the same age as my grandfather, Don Fillipo in Silicy, who's in not such good health lately," said Julio making the sign of the cross, again. He pulled the medallion of the Virgin Mary that hung from a gold chain around his neck and kissed it. Then, he replaced his appropriate look of concern for his grandfather's health to look at Anthony with a broad smile. "Have you ever been to the old country, Tony?" "No, Mr. Russo, I'm not Sicilian. My family came here from northern Italy back in the thirties before the start of World War II." "Well, that explains the blonde hair and the baby blues that you have like Frankie Sinatra did. A dozen years before he died, me and the boys saw Frankie in concert, you know. He gave a Hell of a show, a Hell of a show. Right boys? We even met him backstage, too. He was a great man. He was a man that made all Italians proud to be Italian. He was right up there with Christopher Columbus and Dean Martin, real name Dino Crocetti. Dino was Italian, too, you know." "He gave a Hell of a show, Boss" said Mario. "My wife had a great time, Boss. Thank you again for the tickets," said Angelo. "Yeah, my wife loved it, too, Boss," said Vito. "We had beautiful seats," said Julio looking at Anthony before blowing cigar smoke in his face. "Now that I think of it, I ain't never seen any Sicilians with blonde hair unless they are women or fags dying it," he said sharing a laugh with his boys. "So, anyways, this guy has information that I can make use of in my daily business, especially when dealing with the broads," he said finishing his statement with a vulgar gesture of holding his hands in front of his hips while humping air before turning around again to laugh with his boys. "Okay, sure," said Anthony forcing out a chuckle. "I'll do whatever you ask of me, Mr. Russo. And according to what Angelo told me, the deal is that if I get you the information that you need, I'm clean with you and my loan is forgiven. Is that right?" "Yeah, yeah, you get me what I want and we're all good and your five thousand dollar loan is forgiven, as if it never happened," he said shaking Anthony's hand. "Anyways, this old guy owns one of those Batman houses, I mean Gothic inspired homes in the architectural style of Batman," said Julio looking back at his boys. "You sound just like that Donald Trump guy," said Vito. "Oh, yeah? Ya think so? You know, come to think of it, now that the market is depressed and no one can sell their home, I've been thinking about investing more money in real estate, but not in California or New York, just around here," said Julio turning to address his boys. "There's some real nice property in Rhode Island and Jersey around Narragansett Bay that I'd like to buy. It's beautiful down there and I have some friends of mine who live around there, too," he said turning to look at Mario. Carmine and Francesco live down there." "Oh, yeah, Boss? I didn't know they lived down there," said Mario. "I thought they still lived in Boston, the Back Bay somewhere or up on Beacon Hill." "Nah, they bought places practically next to one another. It's like the fuckin' Kennedy compound in Hyannis, they're so close together. You should see the spread they have. Mamma Mia! Nice, real nice," he said whistling his appreciation while waving his hand up and down. "It's right on the water. They park their boat right there, walk down a long pier from their house, and they're on the boat and taking a nice ride. That's better than living on a fuckin' golf course when I don't even play golf." He laughed, "The last time I played golf, I got so frustrated that I broke my putter and flung the clubs in the water." "I still can't believe you shot your caddy in the foot for giving you bad information," said Mario. "You shot his big toe off." "Yeah, but Boss, you have a beautiful home and your wife plays golf," said Angelo. "Ah, what're you gonna do? She's why I bought the place on the golf course. I'd rather be on the water, though," said Julio looking at Anthony. "Do you think you can advise me which homes are good investments to buy?" "Sure, Mr. Russo, sure, I can inspect them for you before you make a decision to buy. I'm a licensed home inspector. I can do that for you." "How much do you charge for your home inspection services," said Julio while taking a big inhalation of his cigar. "I charge around $500," he said turning in time to see Mario raising his hand. "But for you, Mr. Russo, as a favor, I'd inspect the homes that interest you for nothing." Mario patted him on the back. "Thank you, Tony. See, you're startin' to learn the ways of the old neighborhood. You're a quick learner. I like that about you." "So, what do you want me to do, Mr. Russo?" "What do I want you to do? Nothin' illegal and now that I know you know so much about the Gothic inspired homes, it's right up your alley," he said turning to Tony and making eye contact. "I've arranged for you to give your professional opinion on what repairs this Gothic styled house needs. You don't have to do nothin', work wise, that is, if you don't want to. I mean, that is, if you decide to stay down there longer and actually work on his house to make some extra dough, that's your business. That's up to you. I don't like to interfere in anyone's business. Do you know what I mean," he said filling Anthony's face with more cigar smoke. "Only, if you do stay down there and if you do make some considerable money, I'd expect a piece of the action, as say a finder's fee." "Yeah, sure. Thank you, Mr. Russo." "You only have to give the guy an estimate on the work that he needs, so that he knows you're legit and so that you can get him to trust you. Once you get in his good graces, you shmooze him a little bit and get me the information. Then our business is done and your debt is repaid. Capice?" He looked at Anthony. "Do you have a business card?" "A business card? Yeah, I have a business card with a gothic inspired entrance way on it," he said reaching in his back pocket. "Hey, that fuckin' hurts," said Anthony when Vito grabbed and twisted his arm around behind his back. "Don't worry, Vito. He's clean," said Angelo. "I frisked him back at the club before we started walking." "Oh, sorry, Anthony," said Vito fluffing down his shirt. "I react sometimes before I think. It's instinctive. I didn't know what you were reaching for back there," said Vito. "Some guys keep a .22 in their back pocket." "It's just my wallet," he said pulling out his wallet and showing Vito. He pulled out his business card and handed it to Julio. "That's nice, perfect. This business card is class." He handed his business card to Mario. "Look at his business card. That's class. This will get him in the front door. Huh?" "Yeah, Boss. That's a beautiful business card. It looks official." "I figure by you being in the house, it will serve two purposes. Since you are there to give him an estimate on what it will cost him to fix his mansion, this guy will give you his trust. People always bond with their sub-contractor." "It's just like the unions, Boss. We're all bruthas." "Yeah, yeah, bruthas so long as they pay us. So anyways, by being in the house, you can also snoop around to get the information that I need." "Sure, sure, absolutely, I can do that. I'm a licensed house inspector on the side, too. I'll crawl through every crawlspace to get whatever it is you need. Only what information do you need, Mr. Russo?" In the next chapter Anthony finds out what he must do for Boss Russo. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... America's Playboy Ch. 05 "You only have to give the guy an estimate on the work that he needs, so that he knows you're legit and so that you can get him to trust you. Once you get in his good graces, you shmooze him a little bit and get me the information. Then our business is done and your debt is repaid. Capice?" He looked at Anthony. "Do you have a business card?" "A business card? Yeah, I have a business card with a gothic inspired entrance way on it," he said reaching in his back pocket. "Hey, that fuckin' hurts," said Anthony when Vito grabbed and twisted his arm around behind his back. "Don't worry, Vito. He's clean," said Angelo. "I frisked him back at the club before we started walking." "Oh, sorry, Anthony," said Vito fluffing down his shirt. "I react sometimes before I think. It's instinctive. I didn't know what you were reaching for back there," said Vito. "Some guys keep a .22 in their back pocket." "It's just my wallet," he said pulling out his wallet and showing Vito. He pulled out his business card and handed it to Julio. "That's nice, perfect. This business card is class." He handed his business card to Mario. "Look at his business card. That's class. This will get him in the front door. Huh?" "Yeah, Boss. That's a beautiful business card. It looks official." "I figure by you being in the house, it will serve two purposes. Since you are there to give him an estimate on what it will cost him to fix his mansion, this guy will give you his trust. People always bond with their sub-contractor." "It's just like the unions, Boss. We're all bruthas." "Yeah, yeah, bruthas so long as they pay us. So anyways, by being in the house, you can also snoop around to get the information that I need." "Sure, sure, absolutely, I can do that. I'm a licensed house inspector on the side, too. I'll crawl through every crawlspace to get whatever it is you need. Only what information do you need, Mr. Russo?" "That's wonderful, Tony. I'm glad you can do me this favor. Anyways, it seems that, we'll call him Mr. HH. Mr. HH is in need of some small repairs but only wants to hire an expert in the industry and someone who specializes in the very special type of house that he owns. Only his house is in Los Angeles, California. My associates will give you the address." "California? Gees, I don't know Mr. Russo. Ever since 9/11 I hate flying," he said ducking and missing a slap from Mario. "Don't worry, Tony, the trip will do you good. Besides, you're a good looking guy. You can catch some rays and maybe hookup with a movie star while you're there. Work and play is always the best formula for success. Too much of one or the other will either get you dead by takin' a heart attack or put you in jail." In the way that Julio looked at Anthony, he knew that declining his offer to go to California wasn't an option. He only hoped he could ask his boss at work for a week off next month maybe or the month after that. Definitely, he could go for a week in the summer when he took his vacation, but California in the summer was unbearably hot. "Sure, okay, I'll go Mr. Russo. I just have to clear it with my boss. Maybe, I can go in a couple of months when—" "That's wonderful Tony. Your cooperation in this matter makes me very happy." He turned to look at his boys. "See, there's nothin; like takin' a nice stroll through the neighborhood while havin' a nice conversation." He looked at Tony. "I'm glad we had this little talk." Mario, Angelo, and Vito patted Anthony on the back. "You're a standup guy. We like it when someone says or does something to make the Boss happy," said Vito. "Anyways, figurin' that I could find someone to get the information that I needed, I reached out to some friends of mine in California askin' them to setup an appointment with this guy. Then, when I asked around the neighborhood for someone who is experienced in that kind of house your name came up. It pays to have friends," he said giving Anthony a broad smile. "Then, coincidentally, when my boys here told me that you owed me some dough and couldn't even make good on the vig, then I put two and two together and here we are havin' this nice conversation while takin' this beautiful little stroll through the neighborhood. What do you know? Ain't we havin' a nice conversation?" Julio turned to look back at his associates and they all shared a laugh. "Ain't this a nice stroll?" "Yeah, this is a swell conversation, Mr. Russo," said Anthony a bit nervous with what was the come. "And this is a nice stroll. What do you know?" "So, I've arranged for you to leave in the morning—" "In the morning? But, Mr. Russo, I can't. I have a job that— Ow! What the fuck! Stop slapping me in the head. That really fucking hurts," said Anthony turning around and not knowing who or why someone whacked him now. "If the Boss tells you to jump, your only question is how high," said Mario. "Capice? You're lucky I don't do more than just slap you in the head. You're lucky I don't pistol whip you with my fuckin' gun. Only, I need to spare your pretty face, so that Mr. HH will welcome you in his home and give you his trust." "Yeah, you should be on your knees kissing the boss's feet for giving you this opportunity. Ordinarily when a guy doesn't pay what he owes, we don't give him much of a chance to have a nice conversation like we've having now," said Angelo. "And we never take him for a nice stroll, unless it is his last one." "C'mon fellas, you're gonna give the poor kid brain damage if you keep hittin' him in the back of the head like that," said Julio. "Tony has already agreed to go," he said looking at Anthony while squeezing his shoulder with his fat hand. "Right Tony?" "Yeah, yeah, I said I'd go, Mr. Russo." "Good, that's good Tony. Your mutha would be proud of you," said Russo tucking a first class roundtrip ticket in his shirt pocket. "He's some spendin' money," he said pulling out a folded wad of cash. "That's five grand" he said handing it to Anthony. "Thank you, Mr. Russo." "That should be enough. Go buy yourself a nice suit, get a haircut, buy some matching luggage, and use the rest for your expenses, hotel accommodations and meals. Things like that. I want you to look good. I want you to look like you're an expert. I need for you to act the part. I need for this guy, HH, to like you so that he'll take you in his confidence. Capice?" "Sure, okay, Mr. Russo." "I hear he's much like me, in that regard, a people person. Only, this guy is much the ladies man, like me, too, in that regard, if I say so myself" he said sharing another laugh with his boys while doing his vulgar motion again with his hands in front of his hips and humping the air. "And this guy knows how to live. Wait until you see his house. Mamma Mia, I've seen pictures of it and it's beautiful from the inside out." He looked at his boys and then looked back at Tony. "And wait until you see the broads. You're eyes are gonna pop out of your head. Only, stay focused on what you have to do and the information that you need to get me. Capice?" "Okay," said Anthony accepting the wad of hundred dollar bills. "So, what do you want me to find out once I'm there and in his house?" "It's simple," he said turning to look at his boys. Mario, Angelo, and Vito laughed their appreciation of Anthony's situation and of what Julio was about to ask of him. "Alls I need you to do is to find out what's his secret with the ladies." "What? Seriously? What's his secret with the ladies? But, how am I supposed to find that out? That's really personal information to find out from a stranger, especially when I'm there on the pretense of repairing his house. How the Hell am I going to do that?" "Pretense? What're you college educated?" He turned to his associates. "Listen to how this guy talks. I like that and HH will like that, too." He looked back at Tony, "Pretense, I like that word. What's it mean?" "It's a claim made or implied, but usually not supported by fact," said Anthony fearful or receiving another slap by explaining something to Boss Russo, but he did ask him. "Listen, let me tell you somethin' about guys. No matta how old, all guys like to talk about broads. When it comes to kissin' and tellin', guys are worse then women in that regard. Guys love to brag about the women they banged and how they banged them. Guys even keep little black books of all the names of all the women they ever banged. Maybe, HH keeps a black book, too. Maybe everythin' you need to know is in HH's black book," said Julio. "Boss," said Mario. "Today with the computer, he probably keeps it all on his hard drive." "How am I supposed to find his black book? How am I supposed to get in his computer? How am I going to get him to tell me about how he gets so many women?" "Maybe, you have a couple of drinks with this guy and maybe he starts talkin' or maybe you talk with some of the broads that he's banged. Maybe you even tell him that you're havin' problems gettin' a broad and ask for his help. Maybe, he'll give you a couple of pointers and then the conversation continues from there. Maybe, you ask him to use his computer to write up some notes. Whatever? Capice?" "Gees, I don't know, Mr. Russo. I was nervous before about flying out to California, now, I'm really nervous after finding out what I have to do." "Tony, Tony, Tony, don't be nervous. Listen to me. There are always broads roamin' around his house. Maybe you can start a dialogue with some of them. He lives with three of them. Maybe you can have some drinks with them and get them to talk about HH. All you have to do is to watch and listen. See how HH interacts with his broads. That's a good way to discover his secret with women without him even knowin' that is why you are there." "Okay, I can do that." "Whatever method you use to get me my information is your problem. I don't care how you approach this guy to find out the information that I need, but I'm countin' on you to get it. You know what I mean," said Julio lookin' down at the gun that protruded from his open jacket. "I don't like being disappointed. Disappointment makes me very sad...and angry." "Yeah, sure, Mr. Russo, I got it. You want me to find out how this guy has been so lucky with the ladies but, Mr. Russo—" "No buts Tony. Just be at Logan Airport tomorrow mornin'. Rocco will pick you up at your house at 5:30 in the morning to make sure you get to the airport on time. Capice?" * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... America's Playboy Ch. 06 "What? Seriously? What's his secret with the ladies? That's what this is all about? That's the information you want me to get?" Anthony looked at Boss Russo. "Yeah, that's it. That's all you have to do, Tony," said Julio. "But, how am I supposed to find that out? That's really personal information to find out from a stranger, especially when I'm there on the pretense of repairing his house," he said gesturing with his hands in the fashion of a typical Italian. "How the Hell am I going to do that?" "Listen; let me tell you somethin' about guys. No matta how old they are, all guys like to talk about broads. Guys talk about broads more than they talk about sports and cars. When it comes to kissin' and tellin', guys are worse then women in that regard. Guys love to brag about the women they wanna bang, the women they banged, and how they banged the women they banged. Guys even keep little black books of all the names of all the women they ever banged. Maybe, HH keeps a black book, too. Maybe everythin' you need to know is in HH's little black book," said Julio giving Anthony a yellowed tooth smile. "Boss," said Mario. "Today with the computer, he probably keeps it all on his hard drive. It wouldn't surprise me if he has files of naked broads on his computer." He elbowed Mario, "I'd love to see some of the photos he must have on his computer. I betcha he has every celebrity naked." "We're talkin' business here, Angelo, and all you think of are naked broads," said Mario. "Yeah, well this whole discussion is how the boss can get some beautiful broads naked to make them want to have sex with him by hypnotizing them and controlling their minds." "You have a point there," chimed in Vito. "How am I supposed to find his black book? How am I supposed to get in his computer? How am I going to get him to tell me about how he gets so many women?" Suddenly, Anthony looked a bit pale and more than a bit panicked. "Yeah, yeah, you're probably right. Maybe when Anthony leaves, we should have him steal his computer." "Wait, hold on, I can't steal his computer," said Anthony taking a step back, in case a slap was coming his way. "I'm not a thief and I can't steal his computer. How am I supposed to get through security to get that on the plane?" "Anthony's right, Boss, he just can't walk out of the guys house carrying his computer. HH probably has security that would stop him at the door," said Vito. "He's got a point," said Angelo. "Besides, he don't have to steal the whole computer, Boss. He can just copy the information that's on the computer. That way nobody will know nothin' and they won't suspect him for being there to steal his secret scoring with the broads." Angelo looked to Mario. "They have those little keys that you just stick in the computer to download files." "He's no stupido. He probably has security and passwords," said Vito. "You'd have to find a way around those." "There are computer geeks who can crack any password," said Mario. "We'll get Salvy's brother. He's a genius when it comes to computers. Did you ever see his room? Mamma Mia, he has at least six computers line up in his room all going at the same time. His room looks like what they have in the Pentagon and he's always bragging about breaking into companies' computer and downloading credit card information." He laughed. "He even hacked Harvard and plug a record of him graduating with a degree in business. He's a smart fuck, that guy." "Whoa! Wait, hold no," said Anthony. "How am I supposed to find his black book? How am I supposed to get in his computer? How am I going to get him to tell me about how he gets so many women?" "Maybe you have a couple of drinks with this guy and maybe he starts talkin' or maybe you talk with some of the broads that he's banged. He's got broads hangin' around all over the place over there. Maybe you even tell him that you're havin' problems gettin' a broad and ask for his help. Guys like that are always willin' to help a guy out by givin' him some suggestions. Maybe, he'll give you a couple of pointers and then the conversation continues from there." "People are funny about having strangers use their computers. I can't see how he let me just walk in his house and—" "Listen to me, Tony. Maybe you tell him that the airline lost your laptop or you forgot it home. Whatever? Then you ask him to use his computer to write up some notes about makin' the repairs on his house or ordering the supplies he needs online or about the suggestions he gives you to score with the broads. Whatever?" "Yeah, okay, that might work. He'd probably allow me access to his computer, but a guy like him probably has half dozen computers all over his house. He probably has a network and he can probably tell what I'm doing on his computer." Mario put up a hand and like a mini stop sign the three associates who shadowed him stood back a few feet. They knew whenever the boss did that, he wanted to have some privacy. Boss Russo threw a fat arm around Anthony's shoulders again and they continued walking. "You gotta think Tony and grab the opportunities when presented to you, just like I'm presentin' this opportunity to you now about goin' to this guy's house and gettin' me the information that I need to erase the money you owe me. Capice? The rest is up to you, Tony. Do you understand your position with me?" "Gees, I don't know, Mr. Russo. I was nervous before about flying out to California, now, I'm really nervous after finding out what I have to do when I get there." "Tony, Tony, Tony, don't be nervous. Listen to me. There are always broads roamin' around his house. Maybe you can start a dialogue with some of them. He lives with three of them. Maybe you can have some drinks with them and get them to talk about HH. All you have to do is to watch and listen. See how HH interacts with his broads. That's a good way to discover his secret with women without him even knowin' that is why you are there." "Yeah, sure, okay, I can do that." "Whatever method you use to get me my information is your problem. I don't care how you approach this guy to find out the information that I need, but I'm countin' on you to get it. You know what I mean," said Julio lookin' down at the gun that protruded from his open jacket. "I don't like hearing bad news and I don't like being disappointed. Disappointment makes me very sad...and angry." "Yeah, sure, Mr. Russo, I got it. You want me to find out how this guy has been so lucky with the ladies but, Mr. Russo—" "No buts Tony. Just be at Logan Airport tomorrow mornin'. Rocco will pick you up at your house at 5:30 in the morning to make sure you get to the airport on time. Capice?" "Yeah, sure, okay, Mr. Russo. Don't worry. I get you what you need."" "They'll be a limo to pick you up when you land in LA." Boss Russo signaled for his three associates to approach. "Call for Fabrizio or Leonardo to bring up the car and pick us up. Suddenly, I'm tired after all this walkin'." Angelo called back to the club and instantly a shiny, black, Cadillac Escalade pulled up and stopped in the middle of the street blocking traffic behind him. Fabrizio opened the two driver's side doors and came around the back of the SUV. He shot the driver impatiently waiting behind his double parked truck a dirty look before opening the passenger side rear door for his boss. "But, Mr. Russo, how old is this guy?" "How old?" Boss Russo turned to Anthony with a smile. "He just turned 82." "Eighty-two? That's ancient. I don't understand. If this guy is as old as you say, then I don't get it. How can someone that old be that lucky with the ladies, unless they are old ladies from the nursing home?" "Nursing home?" Julio turned to look at his boys and they all burst out laughing. "You're a funny fuck, Tony. Listen, this guy has three beautiful broads living with him. One is twenty-something, one is thirty-something and one is forty-something. Weren't you listenin' to our little conversation while we were enjoyin' our nice stroll?" "Yes, Mr. Russo. I was listening to every—" "Then, why do you think I suspect this guy uses hypnosis or mind control of somethin' like that to get these broads? What beautiful broad in her right mind, unless he's controlling their minds, would want to spend time with an old fuck like that? Why do you think I'm sending you to LA, givin' you five grand spendin' money, and forgivin' your loan to get me the information on how he does it?" He turned to his boys. "Did any of you take today's paper with you?" The impatient driver of the car behind the SUV parked in the middle of the street with its 4 doors wide open beeped his horn. Fabrizio turned, walked to his car and put a big hand on his driver's door rear view mirror. "Una momento, my friend. I'll only be a minute more," he said with a smile. "I'm picking up my Godfather," he said moving back his jacket to pocket his hand while purposely revealing the butt of his gun. He leaned down to the driver. "This is a nice car, except for the recalls." "Recalls, what recalls," said the driver. "I read about stuff is always falling off this car," said Fabrizio. In one quick move, he pulled off the driver's side mirror and handed it to the man. "See what I mean? You should have this fixed. It was loose. It's a good thing I caught it before it hit the ground and broke the mirror." He smiled. "You should thank me." "Thank you," said the man accepting the mirror and putting up his window. "Yeah, I have it right here, Boss. I figured you might need it," said Angelo. "You figured the Boss might need it? You were gonna take it to the bathroom and jerk off over the photo of those three broads, weren't you, you fuckin' pervert," said Mario. "Fuck you. I brought it for the Boss. Here you are, Boss. Here's your paper." "That's the guy," said Boss Russo pointing to HH. "You're kidding. That's the guy? You can't be serious. Don't you know who this is? How can I possibly—" "Yeah, I know who he is. Everyone knows who he is. He's a lady's man legend. He's famous and he's had more broads than anyone on the planet. I need to know how he does it. I need to know his secret and if you get me his secret, you'll not only be good with me but also I'll give you a little somethin' to make it worth your while, say fifty grand." "Fifty grand? Wow! Okay, sure, I'll do it. No problem Mr. Russo. You can count on me. Don't worry about nothing. I'll get the information that you want. I'll find out how he's been so lucky with the ladies, even if I have to steal his computer or download files or whatever. I won't let you down," he said shaking his hand and pumping it. "Wow! Fifty thousand dollars." "Look at this guy. When I told him that I'd pay him fifty grand, I must have said the magic word like Groucho Marks," said Julio laughing out loud again with his boys. "Don't worry Tony. You'll understand once you meet this HH guy," said Julio turning again to his associates and laughing. "We think he may somehow hypnotize the women or give them some kind of drug that controls their minds. Yeah, it's gotta be some kind of mind control that he uses on these broads. That's gotta be it. Why else would someone who looks like this be with someone who looks like him?" He looked at the photo of HH. "He always wears that smokin' jacket, too. Only, now because he's so friggin' old, it looks more like a bathrobe." "He looks older than my grandfather," said Anthony. "And my granddad is proud of that fact that he hasn't had sex in thirty years. After my grandmother died, he said he's done with sex and with woman. For someone who is 82-years-old and still active with women is amazing," said Anthony handing the newspaper back to Boss Russo. "Yeah, see, now you're starin' to understand what I'm talkin' about. Mind control or hypnosis is the only way why three beautiful broads would want to have sex with an old geezer like him. Either this guy has a cock as big as an elephant and as hard as steel pipe or he controls their minds somehow into believing that he's a young stud." "Well, he is very rich and still wields some power in the industry, even at his age," said Anthony. "Women like hanging around old, rich men like that...what was her name?" "Anna Nicole Smith?" "Yeah," said Anthony. "Remember? She married that 90-year-old billionaire, Howard Marshall, who croaked not long after they married." "Well, we all know that this guy is rich, Anthony. I'm rich, too, and I don't get no broads who look like that. There has to be something else going on here and word on the street is that he controls their minds somehow, as would a..." Julio turned to his associates. "What's the name of the guy from Oz?" "The cowardly lion," said Angelo. "No, the other one." "The scarecrow," said Vito. "Nah, not that one." "Tin man, boss," said Mario? "No, the other one. The big cheese. The boss of the operation." "You mean the wizard," said Anthony, "the Wizard of Oz?" "Yeah, that's him. Word on the street is that he controls their minds like a wizard or a hypnotist or a witch or somethin' like that." "Sorry, Boss for correcting you, but—" "But what Mario? This is not a good time to interrupt me. Can't you see I'm having a private conversation here with my friend Tony?" "Sorry, Boss, but a witch is a broad. A warlock is a guy. Maybe this HH guy is a warlock. Maybe that's how he controls the minds of all these beautiful women by casting a spell on them and making them do whatever he wants." "Well, whatever it is, if it's hypnotism, mind control, wizards, witches or warlocks, my friend Tony here is goin' to find out for me. Right Tony?" "Right Mr. Russo," said Anthony with nervous hesitation. As was everyone in the neighborhood, it was obvious that Anthony was afraid of Mr. Russo. Only, Anthony was way ahead of Boss Russo. He knew that if he returned with the information, Mr. Russo would never pay him fifty thousand. He'd kill him first before he ever gave him that kind of money. He knew that he was fucked either way. In the next chapter Anthony flies to LA and meets HH. Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued...