0 comments/ 13932 views/ 1 favorites The Royal Hotel Pt. 1 By: Loverman Edited By English Rose * * * * * CHAPTER 1 THE PAST: RAT: TAT: TAT! A Thompson submachine gun administrated the punctuation of the roaring twenties. F Scott Fitzgerald named it the Jazz age. It was a time of excess. Tough guys wearing expensive tailored suits and diamond rings came to power by selling bootleg booze on the streets of Chicago and New York. This all started a long time ago. I wasn’t even born yet, but I would become involved never the less. This story is about something that happened to me. It had something to do with my father and his grandfather before him. Let me tell you the whole story. It started in the 1920’s. The 18th Amendment and passage of "The Volstad Act" prohibited possession and use of alcohol. Certain men who came from the poor and violent neighborhoods of Chicago and New York saw a way to rise from the depths of poverty. They knew that people would drink beer and whiskey even if it were illegal. Prior to this time, hoodlums were independently conducting illegal activities without a central focus. This was to come to an end with the organization of the rag tail mobs. These men would use the profits from the sale of illegal alcohol to build one of the most powerful and feared crime syndicates to date. In Chicago, Big Al ran the show. In New York, Lucky Luciano would become the architect of the modern crime syndicate. A new breed of nightclub known as the speakeasy was born. If you had the price, you could buy a drink and almost anything else you wanted. The New York mob specialized in gambling, booze, and babes. In those days, New York became a wide-open town. The big boys carved New York up like a fattened turkey. Five families took their share of the trimmings. In the Bronx, it was the Gallabraizzy family. They seized total power of the territory and held it to the death. It was about this time when my grandfather Nick Roselli came over from Sicily. It was 1925, and my grandfather was a boy of fifteen. He went to work for the Gallabraizzy Family. His first job was as a runner for the numbers game and later he became one of the most feared soldiers in the Gallabraizzy Family. He married my grandmother in 1935 when he was twenty-five years old. He had two children who were named Mary and Gweeto. It came to pass that he would die in a gunfight over territory by a rival gang who was trying to take over. My father was what you call a friend of the family. Gweeto Roselli was the guy that you could go to if you needed some quick cash. Of course, you had to pay the 20% per week or get your legs broken. My father never seemed to be able to stay with one woman for any period of time. However, on one of those times in 1976, I was born. Being true to the family, I was named after my grandfather, but more about that later. My father lived a life of violence. I suppose it was the nature of the business. There was always some deadbeat who couldn’t or wouldn’t pay, and you had to rough him up or maybe cancel his ticket. In my father’s world, there were certain boundaries, which could not be crossed. Apparently, my father crossed such a boundary. On a warm and pleasant evening, my father sat in Cristoforo’s, which was his favorite restaurant, and was gunned down by two men who were rumored to be members of the old Don’s private guard. They say, “If you live by the sword, you die by the sword.” In the case of my father, I could understand something like this happening. However, I had a feeling that something was not quite right. On the night that my father was assassinated, I made two promises. The first was that I would not become a friend of the family like my father. The second was that I would try to find out why my father was killed. CHAPTER 2 NICK ROSE: On that night when my father was killed, I decided to live a life which would be different than my grandfather’s and my father’s, and I changed my name from Roselli to Rose. There would be more changes to come. For one, I would become a legitimate businessman. To that end, I set out to find a suitable space for a nightclub. I had an idea of a new kind of nightspot, which would bring together both a Blues bar and an upscale gentlemen’s key club. I had the idea, but I didn’t have the cash needed to make my plans come to life. Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m no angel. With my family history, you can imagine that I have always have had one foot in the fast lane while keeping the other foot on the straight and narrow. Let me tell you a little about myself. This way you will better understand what I am about to tell you. I grew up in the Bronx in one of the tougher Italian neighborhoods. In my neighborhood, you learned to throw a right cross by the time you’re twelve years old. Since I was a small kid, I always had it hard because the neighborhood bullies had it in for me. It was at that time I decided to join the American Judo and Jujitsu Federation. At this same time, I started weight training so that I could build my body. I began going to the neighborhood dojos. By the time I was eighteen, I had earned a black belt in Jujitsu. I had become as strong as a bull from pumping iron, and I had become a crack shot with both a hand and long gun. After that, the neighborhood bullies decided that I was too much trouble, and they left me alone. I was a young man, and I was expected to go into the family business. I began to dress the part. I started wearing tailored Italian suits, and I wore a mustache like the old gangsters. I was not above taking the odd job from my father’s friends, if you get my meaning. It was a good source of ready cash. At about this time in my life, I must say myself; certain people of the fairer sex began to notice me. Now, I’ll tell you about the ladies. I have to be honest with you. I am a short man, but I am not bad looking. You know Italians have those pleasing features. I have light brown hair, which is almost blonde. One of my girl friends says that my eyes are the color of honey. The weight training gave me a sculptured look to my body. What can I say; somewhere along the line one of those genetic things was going on because I started to develop early. When I was about eight or nine, I started coming. My cock and balls were going into overdrive. It seemed like it was overnight that my cock grew to the size of a large banana. My balls grew to the size of tangerines, and there was a lot of fruit salad going on down there if you get my meaning. It seemed like I had a hard on all of the time. It was explained to me by my father that all of the men in my family are hung like that. I was getting a reputation in the neighborhood for being a tough guy who could get things done. As far as the ladies are concerned, they like a guy who is a little dangerous. It seems to turn them on. To that end, I was dangerous enough to catch the eye of more than one babe in the neighborhood. So you see I didn’t spend a lot of Saturday nights sitting home twisting my crank as the saying goes. I mentioned about getting a reputation in the neighborhood. Some friends of my father asked me if I would do one of those odd jobs that I mentioned to you. It turned out that one of the guys in the family was having wife trouble. It became known that this certain lady had been visiting some honey boy on a regular basis down there in Harlem. This kind of thing doesn’t go so good with the good fellows if you get my meaning. I was asked to go and visit this honey boy and set him strait. So I get there, and I see right away that this is going to be trouble. I am standing outside the apartment door, and I hear moaning and groaning like these two people are fucking. I say to myself, what the fuck should I break down the door, or should I wait. Then I think this is what I was sent here for. Shit! I step back and throw a kick into the door and bust in on them. The bimbo is lying on the living room floor naked as a jaybird and honey boy has about a yard of cock in her. Now, get this! Nobody tells me anything. I am expecting some skinny ass pimp. I look and I don’t believe what I am seeing. Honey boy turns out to be one the defensive linemen for the New York Jets. Honey boy looks up and sees me standing there and our eyes meet. I even recognize the fucker from the God damned television sports shows. Usually I am carrying a Beretta Mini Cougar when I am expecting trouble. At about this time, I am starting to feel as naked as the bimbo because I am not carrying anything but a bad attitude. I know that I have only one chance. I got to nail this fucker in one quick shot. Let me tell you, the fucker pulls out of the bimbo and sets up as if he is coming off the line strait at me. A flash goes off in my brain, and I see Master Chow saying,” Only use this kick as a last resort. “ The next thing I know I am flying through the air in a 360 degree spinning kick to club the fucker right on the side of his head. You know, it’s like when you hit the sweet spot on a baseball while you are hitting a home run. The timing couldn’t be any better. It even sounded like hitting a home run. With a pop, the fucker collapsed on the floor right in front of me. Hot damn! Well, the bimbo is now screaming, “please don’t hurt me. “ Honey boy is out cold on the floor, and I am feeling like Superman. Just to be on the safe side, I rip out one of the lamp cords to tie the fucker up. Now, I got to do what I got to do. I grab the bimbo by the arm, and I tell her, “Your husband sent me.” A look of absolute terror comes over her face when I tell her this. In my most forceful voice I say, “THIS ENDS HERE AND NOW!” I shove her onto the couch and head into the kitchen to get some cold water to throw on honey boy. I find a big pot and fill it. Standing in front of him, I drop it on his head. The fucker comes to, and I give him the same message. “Who the fuck are you? “, He asked. I say to him, “a rose for your funeral. “ The look in his eyes tells me that bright boy gets the message. At that, I’m out of there. This is what I mean. This is the shit you got to do sometimes even if you don’t like it. I needed the cash for my nightclub, so I did my share of the odd jobs. Besides that, some of my father’s friends owed favors, and I was able to bring in some of those markers. So I started to look around for a suitable place to open my business. I had the idea for a combination blues and gentlemen’s club as I mentioned to you before. I was serious about getting out of the old neighborhood. I was determined that my place would be a high-class watering hole, and not just some dump. I knew about the history of jazz, and I knew enough to know that if you put together the right club the well to do would come and spend big money in a place like that. Years ago there was a place called the Savoy ballroom. It was part of New York’s jazz history. It was located over on 596 Lenox Avenue, between West 140th Street and West 141st Street. The neighborhood there still had a certain something to it so I went over to take a look for myself. I took a walk around the block and I came across an old worn down building, which was left over from the old glory days. New York is like that. There are places all over New York, which come and go with the times. For example, during the Vaudeville days there were hundreds of old theaters, which just went out of business. A person could buy those old buildings at deep discount. The building I was looking at was one of those buildings, which had not been used for some years. I knew that if I bought the place and remodeled it I could have something good. I knew that it would be tight as far as money was concerned. The building had two main floors, and it needed a massive remodel to make it work. I hit on the idea of making the second floor my own residence while the main floor was going to be the club. I figured that if I lived right on the premises I would not have to commute to work every day. If you know anything about New York, commuting back and forth to work is a major hassle. So, I took the plunge. I bought the building, and had it fixed up to my own plans. I had to borrow a ton of cash to make it work, but it was O K because I knew some friends in the construction business. As they say in New York, the whole remodel kind of fell off the back of a truck. CHAPTER 3 THE BLUE NOTE: I decided to name the place the Blue Note. I wanted to key into the blues music so that I could take advantage of the history of the music. The remodel went better than I expected. I had the club up and running in no time, and business began to come my way. I had a good location. The Blue Note is located right around the corner from the old Savoy ballroom one block west of Lenox Avenue on 141St Street. As I mentioned, it also was my new home. The nightclub is situated in this way. The main room is named Crossroads. I named it after that old blues song written by Robert Johnson. This being a gentlemen’s club as well as music bar, I wanted to put the mystery of the song into the club giving it the notion that you could do things here that you could not do in other bars. There is an oval shaped bar. I made it that way purposely so that people could see and talk to each other. Most bars herd a bunch of people into a bar room and line them up as if they are drinking at a trough. The Blue Note is designed to seduce down to the smallest detail. The old saying “sex sells “was the prime motivator here. I had some new ideas up my sleeve. The Crossroads room is decorated in a burgundy and black color scheme. The tables in the Crossroads room would be connected by closed circuit telephone. Each table would have a lamp rising up from the center of the table. On each lamp there would be a number for example, 1, 2, 3, and so on. A customer could then call any table in the room and talk to that person who was sitting at that table. The idea was that people would come here to meet each other. That was just the beginning. I had a surprise in store for the people. This would be a new concept. The Blue Note would be a key club. It would be like the old bunny club, but it would go the extra mile. That is to say. There would be a back room area called Behind the Green Door. Couples could go in there, and they would find private booths and triple X movies. While they were in there they could get nude and get intimate. In the main room, there is a bandstand for live entertainment. I planned to bring big name acts when I got the place going. The dance floor was a stroke of luck. I was put in touch with a collector of jazz history. Believe it or not, I was actually able to buy a piece of the original dance floor from the old Savoy Ballroom. The nightclub came together nicely. I hired some drop dead gorgeous topless waitresses, and dressed them up in the most revealing uniforms. The uniform consisted of a skimpy tuxedo. The girls wore a top hat and a jacket with tails. Instead of full-length trousers, they wore hot pants. In addition, they wore black fishnet stockings and high heels. Instead of a shirt, they wore only a bow tie. The tuxedo was the color of burgundy. Burgundy was the main color throughout the room. The walls were painted burgundy, and the tablecloths were burgundy as well. For a finishing touch, I decorated the walls with erotic paintings. There were oil paintings of nude men and women in every sexual act. The second floor was where my home would be. I had them put in a luxury apartment just for me. The living space was about three thousand square feet. I told the builders to spare no expense. I figured that if I was going to be living there for a long time I might as well enjoy it. I had an interior designer do the place up right. The very first thing that you saw when you entered the apartment was a big black leather couch. It occupied the far wall from the front door. Above the couch hung a large oil painting of a nude woman bathing in a tropical stream. In front of the couch was a low mahogany table. Situated around the living room were matching black leather swivel chairs. I thought just for a twist, I would use the same colors, which I had used in the club. Only instead, I would switch them around. In the club, the carpet was black and the furniture was burgundy. In the apartment the carpet would be burgundy and the furniture would be black. The main living room was large. It contained a full service wet bar also made of mahogany. There was a large entertainment center complete with a home theater and stereo located on the left wall of the living room opposite from the bar. Located to the left of the bar was the main corridor, which gave access to the rest of the apartment. Arranged along the hall were the remaining rooms. First came the dining room with its’ adjacent gourmet kitchen. Farther down the hall were the bedrooms. There were four bedrooms. My bedroom was a large master bedroom complete with a full bath and hot tub. I used one of the bedrooms as my personal library or den. The two remaining bedrooms were used for guests. A guest bathroom completed the house. There was a lot of room up there, and I didn’t need all of it. So, being the kind of a guy who likes to take advantage of an opportunity, I had the builders put in a few private suites for the V I Ps. The private suites would go only to the very important people who could afford the cash. A man could take a woman up there and stay there all night if he so desired. Well, you are almost up to date now. I became a successful businessman. My hunch was right on the money. The Blue Note became a success right away, and before I knew it, I had a steady crowd coming in each week. On a Friday or a Saturday, there might be as many as a hundred or two hundred people in the club, and they were spending money. You had to be a member of the club in order to take advantage of the special features of the club. Keys were being purchased as fast as I could supply them. This was mostly because you needed a key to enter the Behind the Green Door room. It worked like this. A customer could come into the bar without charge. He or she could sit and drink and have conversation all night if they desired. If they wanted to enter the Crossroads room, they had to show proof of membership by using their key. In the Crossroads room, they could get a table and they could listen and dance to the music. Using the closed circuit telephone on the tables, they could perhaps meet someone. Then, if they so desired, they could use their key and enter the back room. I had the builders put in a large green door with a lock. The customers would have to use the member key to enter the room. Once in there, a customer could change his or her clothes, and get nude and then receive a house supplied burgundy colored bathrobe. The room was large. It was dimly lit, and resembled a Roman bath. In the middle of the room, there was a heated pool. Customers had the option of swimming in the nude. All around the pool were lounging couches, which accommodated two people. Behind the lounges were private booths, which allowed intimate contact. It was full service in there. People could drink and fuck to their hearts desire. The most surprising thing was that women were buying the keys as fast as the men were. It was like having lightening in a bottle. Large parties were showing up, and they wanted to party big time. The high rollers were requesting the upstairs luxury suites without regard of cost. CHAPTER 4 BEVERLY: On this night, business was good. I always liked the sounds of the crowd in a nightclub. You could hear the clinking of glasses and the sounds of people having fun. The band was putting down some cool blues and a lot of people were on the dance floor making it happen. The Royal Hotel Pt. 1 I was wandering through the crowd to see if I could recognize anybody that I knew. It was my custom to greet the customers and say a couple of words of greeting. As I was doing this, I began to notice this extraordinary looking blonde. I was sure that I knew her. Once I got near enough to get a good look at her I recognized her right away. Back in the old neighborhood, all of us kids used to hang around in this pizza joint. Let me tell you, we had some hot times in there. Remind me to tell you about it some time. We were a bunch of horny studs back then. There was me and Tony and Valpi and who else? Ummm Big Geno and well a bunch of us. We called ourselves The Berk Avenue Boys. It was a bunch of bullshit, but we had an identity. We also had a reputation as a bunch of guys who could handle the local talent if you get my meaning. Since we had an identity and a reputation with the ladies, we soon started to attract some of the hottest pussy in the neighborhood. I was fucking this babe named Mary Ann, and I would go to her house to pick her up for a date. When I was there, her little sister used to give me the eye. If I remember correctly, she was about twelve-years old. She was a hot little bitch even then. I had heard rumors about her taking the little boys for a walk down to the park. She was a skinny little thing, but she had a pretty face. I remember on one night when I went to pick up her sister, she and I were sitting in the living room of their parent’s house. She asked me, “Would you please show me your cock? “ Mary Ann was upstairs taking a long time to get ready, and the parents were gone for the weekend. I remember that I was unusually hot that night for some reason. I needed to get laid. My cock was hard already, and it had been sending me messages for the last few days. The little babe was giving me the nicest smile, and she probably could see the bulge in my pants. Well, there was an unwritten law among us guys, which goes like this. If she is asking for it: you should give her what she wants. I didn’t give a shit if she was only twelve-years old. If I didn’t have a date with her big sister, I probably would have fucked her instead. The little babe was getting to me. She was staring at my bulge and giggling. “Show me where the bathroom is, “, I replied. So, we both got up, and I followed her. I made believe that I had to take a piss. I walked into the bathroom and stood at the bowl. I deliberately left the door of the bathroom open so that she could see. I pulled my zipper down and fished it out. My Wang sprang out, and her eyes became as big as saucers. If you remember, most of the men in my family are hung like bulls. The little doll murmured, “Aouw I could never take anything as big as that! “ The little doll had me. I was really getting hot for her. I figured that I would give her a little show. I turned toward her and began to stroke my cock. The little doll turned into butter: all creamy and gooey. “Wow! … Oh shit here comes my sister! “, she said. Just like a little kid playing tag, the little doll ran up to me and kissed the tip of my cock and ran away giggling. “Hi Nick remember me? “, the blonde said. It was that same pretty face, but she was all grown up now. “Beverly is that you? “, I said. “I didn’t know if you would remember? You used to date my sister Mary Ann. “, she said. “Well, let me take a look at you. The last time I saw you; you were a skinny little thing. “, I replied. She was a looker alright. I gave her the once over, and wow! She was a knock out. The skinny little cock teaser had grown up to be drop dead gorgeous. She was wearing a low cut evening dress and high heals. The red dress set off her long honey colored blonde hair, and her crystal clear blue eyes were very appealing. She still had that sexy little smile that I remembered from the old days. She topped off the look with a sparkling necklace and a pair of matching shoulder dusters. I checked her left hand for a wedding ring. On her ring finger, she wore only a nice sapphire friendship ring. She was showing a nice bit of cleavage, and I estimated that she was about a 38 or 40 maybe C or D cup. “Would you like to buy a girl a drink big boy? “, She giggled. Damn! She still had that little giggle. You know your mind plays little tricks on you. When I heard that giggle, I immediately remembered that kiss on my cock. “What are you having? “, I asked. “A slow screw: if you have one? “, she replied with a smile. I signaled for one of the top hats, and I made a motion indicating bring a drink for the lady. I sat down at the table, and I asked, “Are you here with someone? “ “No umm just me, and if you’re wondering I bought one of your little keys. “ She took out one the club keys and gently swung it back and forth in front of me. “Well, I’m glad about that because you have to be a member to be served in the Crossroads room. “ It was approaching the peak of the evening, and the crowd was getting hot, and it was beginning to get loud. The band was cooking now and the people were into the groove. I love to see a group of hot dancers on the dance floor, and feel the vibrations of the crowd while they move with the down and dirty blues. Then it hit me. Here I am sitting in my own nightclub, and I am sitting at the table across from a beautiful woman. The band is playing a sexy blues tune, and I am starting to get that feeling. Sometimes, not all the time, you can look at a person and you know that something is happening. The guys and I at the pizza joint used to talk about it. Since we were a bunch of guys who were meeting a lot of babes, we began to notice that sometimes something would happen which was different. We called it the zone. It was like in a science fiction movie. Things seem to move in slow motion. Everything seems to go just right. It is as if you are being guided through an invisible corridor. Joe Valpi was the best at this shit. He was the first guy to notice it. Joey was what you call a natural. The women just loved him. This guy could just stand there in a group of guys, and the babes would just walk right up to him and give him the come on. Joey told us to watch for the warning signs. He said, “When you see that slow motion and that rosy glow, you’re there!” I looked across the table at Beverly, and I knew that I was in the zone. This woman was about to make a difference in my life. We began a conversation of the old days in the old neighborhood. I asked her about her sister. She told me that her sister was married to a machinist, and they live out on Long Island. Beverly told me that Mary Ann and her husband had two kids, and they lived the life of a monk. “My sister thinks that her husband is as boring as a bag of dirt, and Mary Ann often thinks of those times at the pizza joint. She sometimes talks about you Nick. She told me about those times when you used to do her in the back of that old Cadillac. While we were sitting there talking, Beverly noticed something over by the bar. I was sitting with my back to the bar so I didn’t notice anything. “It looks like someone is trying to get your attention Nick. “, Beverly said. I turned around to see my bartender waving at me in a frantic way. “Beverly, would you please just stay right here until I get back? ”, I asked. “Sure Nick, but I would much rather wait in one of those private suites which I have heard so much about. “, she remarked. “This is the key to my apartment. I will have one of the bouncers show you the way. Would you please wait there for me? “, I asked. “Sure Nick, I’ll see you in a little while. “, She agreed. I handed her my key, and I arose from the table to find out what was the matter. CHAPTER 5 THE OLD DAYS RETURN: The look on the Bartender’s face was enough to tell me that something was up. Jackamo is one the best bartenders in New York. He is an ultra cool guy, and almost nothing shakes this guy. He is one of those half casts that you find in the Caribbean Islands. He was born in Jamaica. The product of English and slave ancestry, he is a tall handsome dark skinned man. “Nick he’s here. Him and about a half dozen of his gorillas. Nick, there is a crowd building around them in the bar. You got to come quick! “, Jackamo pleaded. “Calm down! Who are you talking about? “, I asked. “HIM! The old Don. He is here now right in the bar.”, Jackamo pointed. “He wants to talk to you Nick! “, he explained. “What the fuck! Are you talking about Don Gallabraizzy? “, I asked. “Yes Him! He wants to talk to you Nick. “ “O K calm down I will see about it. In the meantime do you see that blue-eyed blonde over there? Have one of the bouncers show her up to my apartment. “, I said as I went into the bar to greet the Don. There he was. Standing in my bar was a man who was a living legend. Don Gallabraizzy was at one time the most powerful man in New York. He looked amazingly good for a man who must be at least ninety years old. I envisioned him as being smaller, but he was bigger than life. He was well groomed with a well-trimmed gray mustache. His dark gray eyes reminded you of cold steel. He was about six feet tall and wore very expensive sharkskin colored suit and a black dress hat. His white shirt and black tie was of the best silk, and he wore a matching golden jewel studded tie clip and cuff links. His black leather shoes were shiny enough to see yourself in... The most outstanding feature of his dress was that massive golden diamond ring on his right hand. In the old days, it was a tradition. Only the Dons wore a ring exactly like this. I have never seen one, but I knew what it was. It was like a crown. Whoever wore the ring was the king. I approached the Don with respect. This was my greeting, “It is an honor to have you here Don Gallabraizzy in my place of business.” Half a dozen men flanked the Don. Each man was well dressed wearing an expensive Italian suit. If you looked closely, you could see the bulge under each man’s jacket. The spectacle of the Don and his private guard was drawing a crowd. “How may I help you? “, I asked. The Don began to speak, “Nick I have come here to talk with you about a sensitive matter. Nick I knew your grandfather and your father, and this is why I have come here today. Is there somewhere we can talk in private? “ “It would be my honor to show you to my office. While you are here consider yourself to be my guest. We have the best wines and spirits. You need only ask and it is yours. Follow me. “, I replied. The crowd was buzzing with excitement as we walked back to my office. You could hear muttered comments as we walked through the crowd. We entered my office. My office was small, but it was big enough to accommodate an executive desk and chair, and a large black leather couch. There was a private wet bar and a small entertainment center. There also was a small private bathroom. I maintained the same color scheme as in the club. The floor was covered with a black rug and the walls were painted a shade of burgundy. On the wall opposite from my desk was a three-foot by four-foot oil painting of a nude man who was reclining on a couch while a beautiful nude woman sucked his cock. I sat at my desk while the Don made himself comfortable on the couch. One of his men closed the door of the office. Two men stood guard outside while the remaining four men positioned themselves around the office. The don began to speak, “No thank you. You are a good boy Nick. I have heard good things about you from some important people. I am only sorry that you have decided not to come to work for us. Well it is all right; a man must find his own place in the world. Nick, I have come here to discuss a matter of honor. This thing, which has happened to your father, grieves me deeply. It has only recently come to my attention. I am told that your father’s death was rumored to be related to family business. Now I tell you that no one in my organization had anything to do with your father’s death. As I said before, your grandfather and your father were good men. They served the family well. You know, your grandfather and I came up at the same time. Your grandfather was a tough son of a bitch! He was in line for a top position in the family, if it wasn’t for his untimely death. I only mention this about your grandfather because what I have to tell you is related to that time. “In the old days, the business was in illegal liquor. It was crazy then. Men were shooting each other down in the street. We needed a way to get along so that we could do business. That’s when Lucky came up with a plan. We worked out an agreement among the different families. “Unfortunately, it was too late since the government had started a campaign to clean up New York. The cops were all over the place. They were arresting anybody and everybody. Now this I tell you in confidence. The F.B.I. was attaching the bank accounts. There was a need to hide large sums of wealth. Once again, a plan was needed. A group of people came up with the idea of buying a hotel. They needed a place which was safe and nearby. They needed a place where people could come and go without attracting attention. It happened that there was a place just like that just outside the city line. It was even located right next to a railroad station. “It was called the Royal Hotel. The hotel was purchased, and it was remodeled to suit their purposes. The Royal became a hot place to go. The rich started going in search of a good time. The rich had the money, and they wanted to have a good time. The men who owned the hotel provided booze and broads. There was gambling right on the premises. “Now, Nick as I said this was a long time ago. However, something, I don’t know what it was, but it had something to do with your father’s death. According to my sources, your father was working on something regarding the Royal Hotel. I have no idea what it was, but if you want to know why your father was killed, you should look in the direction of the Royal Hotel. “Well Nick, this is why I have come here to speak to you. I wanted you to know that your father’s death was none of our doing. Whoever killed your father had something to do with the old days and the Royal Hotel. I am afraid that is all I can tell you. “Nick you are a good boy. Remember if you ever need a job, you come to see us. Well now, I must be on my way. I still have some things to do before I can return home. Do not bother to see us out Nick. You just go on with your business. You have a nice place here Nick. Maybe sometime we will come back when we are not on business. “ At that the Don arose up from off the couch, and he headed to the door. I remained seated at my desk. As the door of my office closed, I felt as if something heavy had just fallen on me. This was something right out of the blue. I had vowed to find out why my father was killed, and The Don just dropped it right in my lap. The Royal Hotel. What the fuck was this all about? Where the hell was the Royal Hotel? Other than the Don, who could still be alive from the old days? What the fuck was my father doing with the Royal Hotel? I suppose the best place to start looking was in my father’s personal papers. After the funeral, all of my father’s effects came to me. I had a big box of junk, which I never bothered to check. I just threw it in a closet and forgot about it. Well, I guess it is about time to see what is in that box. CHAPTER 6 BEVERLY’S ADVENTURE: There were two matters which needed attending to. There was the box of my father’s papers, and there was the matter of that beautiful babe who was waiting for me in my apartment. I rose up from my desk and headed to my apartment. As I traveled through the club, The Don’s words were still floating around in my head. This was business. It came to me as I walked to my apartment that whoever was behind my father’s death was somehow connected with the old days and this damned hotel. One hour ago I was dreaming about sliding my cock into an extremely desirable pussy. Now, I had matters to tend to. Not having my key, I knocked on my apartment door. The door opened to reveal a beautiful sight. There was Beverly wearing nothing but her sparkling necklace and matching earrings and a come here smile. She was just as curvy and desirable as I imagined she would be. There is nothing in the world like a beautiful and nude woman to clean your slate. Whatever I was thinking about before that door opened, it was all gone in a heartbeat. Standing there holding a glass of Champagne in her left hand, she said, “I hope you don’t mind if I have made myself comfortable.” At that, my cock sprang to attention. In an instant, I was tent-poled. There are beautiful women, and there are beautiful women who know how to bring it to a man. The former are the beauty of a cold statue, and the latter are the beauty of a warm womb. Beverly was one of those hot pussy cats a man dreams about. I was visibly stunned. She giggled and said, “Well, are you going to stand out there all night, or are you going to come in here and fuck me? “ As the saying goes, “If she is asking for it, then you should give her what she is asking for. “ With no hesitation, I pulled my zipper down and pulled my cock out to reveal the state of my arousal. “Well, then you had better come in here instead of standing out there in the hall with an mmm! Good looking hard on like that.”, she said. I stepped into the room letting the door close behind me. The next thing, which happened, was a complete surprise. While still holding the wine glass in her left hand, she performed a ballet grand plie and kissed the tip of my cock. As she arose to her full height, she said, “Do you remember that?” I remembered it; this time I was not on a date with her big sister, and Beverly was not twelve years old anymore. This time around, I was going to bam her well and good! She downed the wine in one gulp, and she said, “I have been wanting to fuck you since I was twelve years old baby! “ She tossed the wine glass over her shoulder, and it landed on the floor behind her. Then she grabbed my cock in her right hand. Next, she swung her left arm around my shoulders encircling me in a passionate hug. She pushed me back toward the front door, and centered herself in front of me. She spread her legs and placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her pussy. She stared deeply into my eyes, and began flicking her tongue out as if we were French kissing. “Where do you want it first: you cock? In my mouth or in my cunt?” She had me pinned onto the door. I was still fully dressed except that my cock was hanging out of my pants. I don’t care how experienced a guy is: when a beautiful and nude woman grabs him, and she’s holding him by the cock; his brain just turns to Jello. I began to mumble, “Ummm ahh cunt! “ Having already been positioned at the entrance of her tunnel of love, she drove me into herself in a fast and hard thrust. I have never had a woman do that to me before. I have never felt anything like it before. In one instant, I was transported, and in the next instant, I was part of this beautiful woman! It was that fast; we came together. She began to drive her pussy up and down the shaft of my cock. She encircled my neck with her arms while she wrapped her right leg around me. I was powerless to resist her. I reached out to grab the cheeks of her ass. I pulled her closer to me, and she leaped into my arms. She wrapped her other leg around me so that I was holding her onto my cock. My legs buckled with her weight as she laid into me. I started to bounce her up and down on my cock as to pound her harder into me. The Royal Hotel Pt. 1 “Oauw Nick yes! Oauw I knew it would be like this. Oauw I love your cock! Oauw fuck me Nick! “, she growled into my ear. I could feel the strength of her legs as they wrapped around me. She had me in a bear hug. When I bounced her up, she pulled herself down onto my cock. I stood there pounding this babe as she asked for more and more. By this time, my cock had turned into a hot rod. All eight cylinders were firing, and I went through the quarter mile in a blur. We began to melt into each other. She started first. I could feel a deep shaking within her. At the same time, she spoke a low deep throated moaning into my ear, “Oauw take all you want baby. Take it! Take me baby! Yes! Yes! Make me your woman! “ Like a fire hose, my cock gushed with love juice. This woman was on fire, and the only thing, which would put out the fire, was a good hosing. I flowed into her time and time again. I don’t remember ever coming like that before. As our strength waned, I staggered to the couch, and we fell together on the couch in an embrace. We lay there in a bear hug. I lay on top of her while still being deep in her. I could feel my cock twitch and throb from the fucking I just received. We lay there for a long time. Each of us lay there not wanting to move. CHAPTER 7 A TRIP TO THE ROYAL HOTEL: We began to stir. I pushed myself up and off Beverly. She made a meow sound, “Oh don’t go. Come on baby stay in me more. Let’s fuck some more baby. “ “You was just sensational beautiful! But now I got to do some important work. Why don’t you stay here while I attend to this business? “, I whispered into her ear and kissed her sweetly. “What business? Does it have to do with what just happened downstairs in the club? That man who was waving at you, wasn’t he your bartender? What’s so important that we just can’t stay here and fuck some more? ”, she asked. I stood there in my living room looking at this beautiful woman. She was lying on that big black leather couch. It made a pretty picture. It reminded me of the woman in the painting hanging above the couch. I thought that it would be nice to have this woman on a tropical island. We could be bathing in a tropical stream just like the babe in the picture. I was still standing there and I was fully dressed. My cock was still hard, and it was still hanging out of my pants. “Why don’t we take a shower, and I will tell you all about it? “, I asked. So we shuffled off to my bedroom to take a shower. I needed to get out of these clothes and get cleaned up. I still did not know what I was going to do, but I knew that I had to start looking into my father’s personal papers, which were still in my closet. Beverly was just a wonderful gift in the shower. She sucked me off until I came in her mouth. She rubbed my balls while she showed me that she had swallowed all of my love juice. She stuck her tongue out and tickled the tip of my cock with it. All the time she giggled just like she used to when she was a little girl. We played like that for a while. After we washed and scrubbed each other we moved into the hot tub. I sat back in the hot tub, and without even asking, Beverly mounted me with graceful ease. She placed her left hand on my right shoulder and swung her right leg over me as if she was mounting a hot stallion. My cock was in her right hand guiding it. Then she dropped down on it as to sit for a ride. We embraced and began French kissing. She placed her full weight on me driving my cock up into her as far as it could go. We were both so hot for each other that we didn’t need to thrust at each other. Vast amounts of emotion were passing back and forth between us. We began coming for each other. The warm water splashed over us as we made love. We moaned with passion as we grasped for each other. We had moved beyond speech. Words were not needed as we spoke to each other with our bodies. After coming several times, we began to relax in each other’s arms. Beverly placed her head on my left shoulder, and she whispered, “Oauw baby! Ya! Baby! Don’t move just leave it in! I want to feel you more. “ I kissed her cheek as I spoke in a quiet and emotional voice, “This thing that I have to do involves my father’s death. The man who came to see me tonight was a friend of the family. In fact, he is the head of the family. He came here tonight to tell me that no one in the family had anything to do with my father’s murder.” I held her tightly in my arms as I explained about my father, and how he was gunned down in Cristoforo’s. Beverly laid in my arms as she listened to me speak. It was not up until that time that I realized the depth of my pain. I always have been a tough guy emotionally, but this thing about my father really got me. I went on talking like that for some time. I don’t even know how long. After I finished, Beverly looked at me with understanding and she said, “I want to help. You tell me what to do. “ I told her about my father’s papers. I told her that we had to search through them, and we had to look for something about a place called the Royal Hotel. So, we both got out of the hot tub and got dressed. Beverly borrowed one of my bathrobes, and I slipped into a pair of red silk lounging pajamas. I went to the closet and pulled out the box containing my father’s papers. I carried it into the living room, and I placed the box on the mahogany table in front of the couch. Beverly and I sat on the couch and started to empty the contents on the table. It was a big cardboard box, and it contained a lot of junk as far as I could determine. I found a big bundle of eight by eleven typewriter paper. It was bound with one of those plastic portfolio covers. I began to thumb through the bundle to find that everything written there seemed to be a jumble. “Look at this. “, I said to Beverly. “What is it? “She asked. “I don’t know, but I have a feeling that this may be something important. “, I replied. “Let me see it. “, Beverly reached for the bundle. “It seems to be a code of some kind. Look here, there are numbers and they are grouped in segments. There seems to be some kind of organization. It must be a code. See how the numbers are grouped. First there is a parenthesis and three numbers separated by commas and then a close parenthesis “, she said. This babe was not only beautiful, but she had brains. “God damn! You’re right. I’ll be damned. I know what this is. When I was a kid, my father and I used to play a game. It was about spies and we used a code to communicate like in the old movies. Damn ahh damn what was it? Ahh ‘I LIVED THREE LIVES ‘by a guy named Phillbrick. Umm something something Phillbrick? Ummm the guy was a real spy, and he wrote a book about his life. In it he explains about this code and how they used it. “It really is very simple. It is based on a book. The book has to be a very well known book. It can be any well known book such as the Bible or any book, which is easily obtained in any bookstore. “It worked like this. Spy (A) wants to send a message to spy (B). They agree upon a book such as’ MOBY DICK ‘. The numbers refer to the page, the line, and the word in that line. To decode the message, Spy (B) goes to the bookstore and buys a copy of the book. Then, he lines up the numbers with the words, and there you’ve got it. ”, I explained. “Then, all we have to figure out is which book? “, Beverly asked. “Yes!” I replied. “Was your father into reading books? “, Beverly asked. “That’s it. He wasn’t much of a reader. Ummm, of course, sports! In his business, he always had to know about the odds and which bet was the best. He was a wiz about Baseball. He could quote statistics on any ball game or player in an instant. Sure! The Baseball Almanac. That’s it! “ I jumped up and rushed to my den. There on my bookshelf was a copy of the Baseball Almanac. I rushed back into the living room, “Here it is! I am sure of it. Quick let’s try it. “ Beverly and I began to line up the numbers. “Pay dirt! I knew it would be this one. “, I said. The numbers started to fall into place. Words were coming out and they began to make sense. We sat there totally engrossed in what we were doing. We were breaking the code, and we started to get an Idea of what we were looking at. “JUMPING UP CHRIST! Do you know what we are looking at? I mean do you! “, I yelled. “It seems to be records of business transactions. Here look. This one is for some kind of shipment. “, Beverly muttered. “Swag …? What is swag? “, Beverly asked. “Remember this stuff goes back to the 1920’s. The language was different. Swag is old time slang for ill-gotten wealth. Here, this one says the same kind of thing. Apparently those guys were involved in transporting something to ahh … ahh wait a moment. “ I gazed down at the paper. I pushed the piece of paper over toward Beverly. She looked at it and muttered, “Royal Hotel. “ “That is what we are looking for isn’t it? “, She said. “I think so sweetheart. I think so.”, I agreed. “But, Nick there is a ton of this stuff. If we find something ummm … like your father did, wouldn’t we be in danger. I mean wasn’t your father gunned down because of this? “, Beverly indicated. “Nobody is going to gun us down. Not if I have anything to do with it. Besides, that man who came to visit me tonight is a friend. If things get too hairy, the Don will know what to do. “, I said. “Don? You don’t mean to tell me that you know a live honest to goodness gangster do you? “, Beverly asked. I chuckled, “Don’t you worry your pretty little self about it. I will take care of it. In the meantime, how would you like to go on a hotel date with me, hot stuff? “, I asked. “Well! Only if you promise to fuck me at least once or twice a day, big boy. ", she giggled. Beverly and I continued to break the code. We sat there for hours, and what we were learning was pure dynamite. The business records went back as far as the 1920’s, and they described transfers of vast sums of money and other valuable things including gold, gems, and stock certificates. There were records of purchase. Just like any business, the Royal kept records of profit and loss. It was apparent that the Royal did a thriving business in booze, babes, and gambling. All of this was illegal at the time, and it was all kept quiet. Close inspection of the coded records revealed that the Royal Hotel was a well managed and very large speakeasy. Apparently, the well to do, the rich, went to the Royal Hotel to have a good time. Just like most speakeasies, if you had the money, you could buy anything that you wanted. In addition, I came across a list. So that I wouldn’t worry Beverly, I began to decode it on my own and in silence. I had an idea of what it was. Places like the Royal did business in other areas than booze, babes, and gambling. Sometimes, there was loan sharking and sometimes extortion. After all these years, probably nobody could give a shit about the booze and the babes, but there could still be some old debts or blackmail. This list of names could be the key to my father’s death. It also could be the dynamite that I was looking for. We kept at it until about three o’clock in the morning. By that time, we had found the address of the Royal, and we planned to go there the very next day. Since we were both exhausted, we just climbed into bed. We hugged and kissed, and then Beverly gave me a quick blowjob. We got nude. I lay on my back, and Beverly slid down to my cock. She arranged herself between my legs lying on her belly. She held my cock in her right hand while she sucked my balls into her mouth. She held them in her mouth and moved them around while tonguing me. The guys at the pizza joint used to call this a “hum job. “ It rates way up there among things that your girl does for you. Beverly was so good at the hum job. If I wasn’t in love with this babe before, I was now becoming very very fond of this woman. She had me by the balls. She was blowing me to beat the band, and I was hearing the music! The next day we dressed and began our trip to the Royal Hotel. It was a pleasant June day, so I chose a lightweight lime green sport jacket and black pants. I slipped into a pair of dark brown Italian loafers, and I chose a lightweight white shirt with a tie that matched my jacket. Since we had been up until three o’clock, we just had a quick lunch, and I packed some bags for the trip. Then, we swung around to Beverly’s place so that she could grab an overnight bag and she changed out of her evening dress. She chose a summery blue print dress, which accented her pretty blue eyes? She switched the sparkling earrings and necklace for a conservative strand of pearls and matching earrings. With that, we were on our way to the Royal. It was already approaching the rush hour, and we decided to take the train. We had determined that one of the reasons that the Royal was so desirable was because of its’ close proximity to the New York Central better known as the Hudson Line. The old song goes, “and the people ride around in a hole in the ground. “ New York is as tough as a Cuban killer when you are trying to get around in the rush hour traffic. So we scrambled down into the subway with our bags just like a couple of tourists. In a couple of hours, we were in Yonkers just north of New York City. As we walked through the train station, I noticed that the station was old and worse for wear. We exited the train on an upstairs platform. We were the only two people to get off at this stop. We went down the stairs to find one of those old-fashioned train stations, which were so typically familiar. In the old days, the same construction company who used the same design in all of their buildings built all of the train stations. On the ground floor, there was a long corridor leading to the front entrance. Along the corridor there were vending machines and advertisements arranged along the walls. The corridor took a sharp right turn. As we turned I noticed something. Beverly noticed it as well. She poked me in the ribs with her elbow and gestured toward one of the empty waiting rooms. I nodded. It was just after seven o’clock, and the train station was empty. There in one of the waiting rooms was a guy and a girl. The girl was laying on one of the benches with her dress bunched up around her tits. She was nude from the tits down. I could see her panties and sandals lying on the floor directly beside them. The guy was fully dressed, and he had his zipper open to reveal his cock. He was wearing a black tee shirt with blue jeans and white running shoes. He was on top of this little babe. Apparently, the guy must have thought that no one was around to watch because he had the little babe laid out on the bench, and he was fucking her for effect. The little babe was digging it. She had her legs up into the air as if she was pointing her toes toward the ceiling. Her arms were above her head grasping the bench for more leverage. She was holding her pussy up for him as he pumped into the depth of her body with his cock. “Look at the stroke on that stud. Wow! Look at the way he’s fucking that babe. ”, Beverly groaned. “Quick, let’s hide behind this soda machine so we can enjoy the show.” The old train station creaked and groaned with the noise of the surrounding neighborhood as well as electrical machinery. “Look at the way she likes it. “, I replied. “Don’t let them know that we are watching. Mmm he’s getting my pussy wet. Look at the cock on that dude. “, Beverly whispered. Beverly and I stepped around to the side of this soda machine, which was standing at the corner of the corridor. From this angle, we could see everything without being seen. I stood behind Beverly peering over her shoulder. I placed our bags behind us. We were both snickering and having a good cheep thrill. My cock was getting hard so I started to rub it on Beverly’s ass as I reached around her to palm both her big tits. Before I knew it, I was dry fucking her ass. “Ya baby! Fuck her! Fuck her! Listen, she starting to moan for it. “, Beverly whispered. By this time, I was grinding my cock into Beverly’s ass, and it was starting to feel real good. “Oh! “, we both said at the same time. The dude pulled his cock out of the little babe to reveal that he was bareback riding her. He reared back up onto his knees while he held her ankles with his hands. His cock whipped around with the force of his orgasm. His love juice flew into the air with vigorous power landing on her face. The little babe began to buck her cunt up and down to encourage her boy friend. We could hear her say,” Again! Put it in again! Keep fucking me oauw please give it to me again! Please! Don’t take it out come in me! From now on just come in me I want it please! “ This time the stud placed her legs on his shoulders, and while he held his cock in his right hand to guide himself, he lunged into her deeply. “Oh fuck! Did you see that? Did you see him nail her with that Billy club of his? Did you see that little bitch take that like it was nothing! “, Beverly growled. “Look at him go. Oauw he’s really pounding her now. “, Beverly remarked. Beverly turned around and with her left hand she held me close to her while she grabbed my cock in her right hand. Then, with a moan she French kissed me. “Pull it out, and I’ll blow you right here! Oauw Please nick I’ll blow you right now! Please mmm “, Beverly asked. “Hold on hot stuff. Now just wait until we get to the hotel. “, I replied. I gathered up our bags, and we headed on our way to the Royal. Beverly was still in a playful mood, and all the way to the hotel she kept hugging and grabbing me. While we were in the street, she threatened to pull my zipper down and blow me right on the street corner. She made me beg. With an arm full of baggage I was helpless. It was a short walk from the train station. You could see the Royal Hotel from the station. That is, you could see the back of the hotel. It was a couple of blocks up the street and a right turn onto a side street. I could see why they chose this place at a glance. The Royal was located at the end of a main street of the town tucked away just off the main drag. A person would not come down here unless he or she would want to take the train. There was a greasy spoon diner on the corner of the main street, and there were some run down shops scattered along the main street. The entire neighborhood had fallen into disrepair. It was night now, a flickering street lamp hissed and sputtered as my eyes became accustomed to the dark. The streets were empty except for the occasional juicer stumbling down the street. There was an old fashion marquee, which lit the way to the Royal Hotel. Beverly and I stood outside the hotel taking in the sights. We both could feel something about the place. I don’t know what it was, but you could feel something exciting about the whole thing. Perhaps it was all those old records we had been reading the night before. We had learned that this hotel was at one time a grand old lady. Well to do dandies dressed in top hats and tails brought their sweethearts here for a hot time. Beverly and I could envision chauffeur driven limousines pulling up to the curb at the exact spot where we were standing. We had learned that big money was spent here. From what we learned, there was a steady flow of well to do big shots that used the Royal as their fucking house. The hotel boasted seven floors of rooms and suites which could be had with no questions asked. Once inside, guests could request anything from booze to babes, or if they wanted they could gamble in the hotel’s casino. All of this was illegal in those days. CHAPTER 8 BALTIMORE: The Royal Hotel Pt. 2 CHAPTER 10 A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE: We settled into the little room. "What would you like to drink Baltimore?" I asked. "That be some real good Scotch there. I don't get a chance to afford that. " Baltimore pointed to the bottle of Cutty Sark. The old man knew his liquor. "Let me pour one for you my friend," I said. "Thanks sir" Baltimore replied. "You don't have to call me sir. Just call me Nick, and this is Beverly," I said as we reached for some glasses. Beverly and I sat at the little table while Baltimore sat on his bed. I poured three Scotches and passed one to Beverly and one to Baltimore. Beverly began, "So tell me Baltimore, you was the shoeshine boy at the hotel? " "Yes Ma'am I was just a little boy then," the old man replied. "Go on Baltimore. Tell us all about it because Nick and I are very interested to know what it was like back then," Beverly encouraged the old man. I sat back in my chair, and I began to listen. Baltimore began to talk,"Ummm well, I was just a little boy. I never knew my papa, and my mamma she worked in the pleasure house. That's when I remember there was a lot of gentlemen that came around to meet the ladies. They were fine gents in fine clothes and with money. The gents they give me a dollar to shine their shoes. That's when I learned to do the shining. That's the time when my mamma she got sick. Then she died. Some of the ladies at the pleasure house they take care of me. Then one day, they get one of the gents to give me the job at the hotel. They give me this room, and I come and live here. That's when I was eight years old. Those were fine days. This hotel was something then. The gents they come here with their ladies and they have a fine time. Those gents they give me big tips. They send me on little jobs and such. Then that day they give that thing there to me," Baltimore pointed to a wall plaque. Beverly and I turned to look. Hanging on the wall was an ornate plaque, which read, "To Baltimore the best shoeshine boy in the land" It was a square wooden plaque. Its' face was covered by a thin sheet of gold. It was about twelve by twelve and about one inch thick. "You must have been very good at your job to get that?" Beverly remarked. "Yes Ma'am I do a good job," Baltimore replied. "Baltimore, tell me about the gentleman that came here", I asked. "They was fine gents. Some from the city and some from other places. Most they was rich. Then there was gambling and women too. Booze then was against the law. But they could get those things they wanted. There was music and dancing and lots of good times. Back then nobody talked about it. It was all shush be quiet nobody say nothing. There were all kinds of things that go on here then," Baltimore sipped his drink. "You mentioned about things which went on here? What about the people? Who was the boss here?" I asked. Baltimore continued to speak, "Oh there was all kinds of things that happened here. The Bosses they were mostly those Italian fellows. They was big shots. They rode around in the big black cars and such. More than one time somebody get in big trouble. There be fights and somebody he get shot. Then nothing happen everything goes back to the same like before. " "The bosses, do you know their names?" I interrupted. "Everybody was my boss! I be just around here and I mind my own business. That is why I am still here and they be gone," Baltimore insisted. I could understand the concern of the old man. The Royal was a bad place to get into trouble considering who ran the place. "Have another drink my friend," I poured Baltimore another Scotch. "Tell us about some of the things that went on here. I mean some of the wild things. This must have been a wild place. Am I right?" I tried to draw Baltimore out and put him at ease. "Yes there was that, but I can't say them in front of the lady," Baltimore explained. "Don't you worry about anything Baltimore. I have heard it all before. You just tell us the whole story and just relax," Beverly said. The old man finished his drink, and I poured a third Scotch. I was pouring doubles, and Baltimore did not mind. After a while, the old man started to loosen up a bit. "Why do you want to know about those old days anyhow?" Baltimore asked. Beverly interjected, "Nick and I are thinking about writing a book about old hotels. During our research, we found this old hotel, and this is why we have come here. " Baltimore looked at Beverly and smiled, "The book learning I never had much of that, but the ladies at the pleasure house they learned me numbers and reading and to write. They learned me to count the money. They always say, ' Remember Baltimore, it's the money that is important. '. "Baltimore sat back on the headboard of his bed and sipped his Scotch and said, "Well, in those days … " The old man began to talk. He began to tell us things that you couldn't get out of books. He told us tales of how the rich came to the Royal Hotel to party. He described the men and the women. He described how they dressed and how they drank and had sex in the rooms. "There was pretty boys, you know those men who don't like women. Umm Then many times men be with other men's wives. A bunch of them go all together in the same room. Some of the men who didn't have a gal, they could get one of the gals from the pleasure house. Oh, I don't even want to remember. It was so bad. That time with my sweetheart. Maybe sometime a gent he get a little crazy and he want to beat up the gal too much. This what happen to my Elly May. Mister Nick it was that time when my Elly May was forced to go with the rich gent. She didn't want to go, but they make her. Elly May she be my gal. She worked in the pleasure house cleaning up and such. The rich gent, he get crazy and Mister Nick he beat my Elly May real bad! I tried to help her, but he tied me up on the chair, and mister Nick he made me watch while the gent he do his crazy thing. " Baltimore was almost crying now as he told us the story about his girlfriend, and how she died. He told us about the gambling. He told us that a person would get into debt from their gambling, and they couldn't pay. He described how a person was forced to do things for the men who held his markers. As I listened, I thought; things haven't changed even after all these years. The mob ran the hotel, and they were into loan sharking, extortion, and other illegal activities. Perhaps, this was why my father became involved with this old hotel. His stock and trade involved loans, which even King Midas couldn't pay off. That is the tough part of the loan business. You tell the sucker that you are going to give him money, and then you juice him with the interest. You look for a sucker who thinks he can come up with the money, but it is never going to happen in this world. Then when he defaults, you roast him on a spit. A gambling casino is an ideal place to fine such suckers. There is a certain kind of individual who will gamble to his last dime and will keep gambling long after he or she can afford to pay the tab. From what Baltimore was telling us, there were many people who fell into this trap. The picture was being drawn. The mob was making money hand over fist. They were getting paid on the front end, on the middle, and on the back end. The mob did a thriving illegal business in liquor, prostitution, and extortion. It was the extortion, which would become the hammer. In those days, law enforcement had become a major problem to the mob. The good fellows needed a way to muzzle the cops as to keep them from biting into the profits. People who were in positions of influence were courted. They were taken out of the city, and they were taken to the Royal Hotel for a night of fun. While they were there, they were placed in situations of jeopardy. If he was a boozer, he was given all he could drink for free. If he liked the ladies, he was given the best girls in the house. If he was a gambler, he was given a stake to get him started. As the old saying goes, "If a thing is too good to be true, then it usually it is not true." Then Baltimore dropped the bomb. By this time, the old man was as loose as a goose from the Scotch, which he had been drinking. Both Beverly and I sat up in our chairs as if a bolt of lightning had hit us. "The special rooms with the secret passages," Baltimore muttered. CHAPTER 11 THE OLD BADGER GAME: "Excuse me, what did you just say?" I asked. "The rooms? , Baltimore stopped talking to ask. "Did you just say something about secret rooms?" I asked. "Oh that was a real long time ago. Nobody even remember, just me. There was a time when the bosses they get the idea to spy on the customers. They build secret passages in the walls. Just like in the old movies. You can see for yourself if you don't believe me!" Baltimore brightened and smiled. "Ya! We would love to see them. Now, you wouldn't be putting us on now would you," I indicated. "Oh no mister Nick, I can show them to you right now," Baltimore arose from his bed, and with a gesture to follow him we stood up. We traveled up to the top floor via the old squeaky elevator. We followed Baltimore to a utility closit where he unlocked the door with a key from a large key ring. Baltimore stepped into the utility closit, and he said, "Watch this. " We all huddled into the closet. The closet was full of cleaning tools, and Baltimore moved an empty pail, which was holding a mop so that we could reach the back wall of the closet. Then, he kneeled down facing the back wall of the closet and grasped the baseboard in the right corner. With his right hand, Baltimore tugged the baseboard, and it moved upward in a counter clockwise way. The extreme left end of the baseboard was fastened to the wall so that the board moved like a leaver. As the board moved to the twelve o'clock position, we heard a loud click as the back wall of the closet opened. With a groaning sound, we entered a secret hallway. It was totally dark, and the air smelled stale. "Nobody here in a long time," Baltimore advised. We could hear Baltimore mutter to himself as he fumbled around for something. "There it's ah right here. " As Baltimore found a light switch. A light came on; we could see a narrow passage winding through the depths of the hotel. "Follow me," Baltimore beckoned. Beverly and I followed the old man down the narrow hallway. We watched Baltimore as he stopped and reached for what looked like a peephole. Covered by a little door was an opening in the wall. Baltimore opened the little door and he stepped aside while he pointed. I stepped into position to look. There on the bed were our traveling clothes. "Jumping up Christ! Would you look at that!" I exclaimed. I stepped aside so that Beverly could see. She drew a look of horror on her face as she said, "You mean to tell me that anyone could have seen my striptease dance? " "Yep!" I said. Things were becoming clearer as we began to understand the meaning of the secret rooms. It was the old badger game taken to the limit. It is one of the oldest confidence games on the books. As old as it is, the thing about it is that it almost always works. This is how it works. First you find a rich sucker who has a taste for the sex life. Then you set up a meeting with the sucker and the bait. If the sucker is a woman, the bait is a good-looking gigolo. If the sucker is a man, the bait is a drop dead gorgeous babe. Then, you take the sucker to a hotel room. When the sucker is in bed with the bait, you get all the action on film. Once you have the sucker on candid camera the trap snaps shut. The hammer falls when the sucker is told to pay for black mail. "How many of these badger holes are there?" I asked. Baltimore replied, "Oh mister Nick, this whole floor got them. The seventh floor it was reserved for the big shots in those days. The rest they all over the hotel. They here and there just like this one. You want me to show you them? " "I have a better idea. Why don't you give me that key, and I'll look for myself?", I asked. "Well, Mister Nick, I am not sure that I can do that," Baltimore hesitated. I reached for my wallet and yanked out some greenbacks. "Remember, I mentioned that we might study more about the dead presidents.", I enticed the old man. I was sure that we were on to something now. So, I took out a little bundle of Ben Franklins and held them in my hand. I showed them to Baltimore. For a man like Baltimore, this was a lot of money. I pealed off five of the bills, and I tore them in half. One half I gave to Baltimore, and the other half I kept for myself. " You get the other half when we are finished here. " I tucked the remaining bills into Baltimore's shirt pocket. With that Baltimore unfastened the key from his key ring, and he handed it to me. "This is the key to the mop closets. It fits all the locks, but the closets don't all have the secret hallways.", Baltimore advised. " Don't you worry about a thing Beverly and I will be very careful. Your secret is safe with us.", I agreed. I closed the little portal to the room, and we began to walk out of the dimly lit hallway. Once we were in the main corridor, we said good night to Baltimore. It was well after midnight, and Beverly and I were tired from the day's events. Since we were on our floor and we were just steps from our room, we decided to call it a night. We went directly to our room. The very first thing that Beverly did was to cover the badger hole. Using a wall hook and picture from the other wall, she replaced the picture directly over the peephole. "There! That's better. Now no one will be getting any more free shows. So big boy, do you want to fuck?" Beverly giggled. "Well, maybe just a little nightcap. You know, we are a little tired; we have had a big day," I yawned. We stood by the bed and embraced. A lot of things have gone between us in a short time. Beverly and I kissed. Our kiss quickly became something intense. We began to undress each other. I grabbed those beautiful big tits as I tugged at her tee shirt. The shirt slipped over her head to reveal a black lace bra. Honey colored hair, blue eyes, and big beautiful tits holstered in a black lace bra, She stood in front of me. Again, I felt my cock grow hard. Beverly smiled. "It's my turn," she said. She unloosened my belt and jeans. Then, she reached in to my briefs to grasp my cock. As I began to give myself to her, I remembered the gun strapped to my right ankle. It is one those times when a guy has to think fast. I want to make love to this woman, not scare her to death. Perhaps I should have told her that I was carrying, but it was too late. She already had me by the cock. "Honey, would you excuse me for a moment. I have to use the bathroom please," I whispered. " O K why don't I wait for you in that nice big bed. Don't be too long now my pussy is getting itchy. I think that it needs a scratch. And I think that you're just the man for the job," she said while she slowly stroked my cock. With my cock pointing north like the needle of a compass, I wandered off to the bathroom. I began cursing the sons of bitches that were making me carry a cannon. I vowed that I would not wind up like my father or my grandfather. I wasn't going to run from a fight either that's for sure! When I catch up to those purple pissing ass holes, they aren't going to know what hit them! I began to mutter to myself. The family way is the way of the vendetta. In this case, the old way is the best way. When it comes to guys like these, you hit them hard. This way they think twice before trying anything again. While in the bathroom, I took a piss, and I got ready to return to the bedroom. I wrapped my Beretta Mini Cougar in my clothes making sure that Beverly couldn't see it. I quickly walked to my suitcase and hid the Beretta under my sport jacket. Having relieved myself of my burden, I turned toward the bed. Beverly was already snug under the covers. I stepped to the light switch and turned the lights off. The room was dark now, and I slipped into the bed to caress that bundle of joy, which was waiting for me. Beverly placed her arms around me, "Why don't you just fuck me long and slow. " "I would love to, but I don't know if there's anything left? You know, you have been giving it to me twice a day since we have met at the Blue Note. It's not that I'm complaining, but even Superman had his limits," I whispered in her ear. " That's because Superman's girl was a nerd. You on the other hand have me, and I'm far from being a nerd," she replied. With that she rolled over on to her side and began stroking my cock. I placed my arms around her and began to kiss her while she stroked and tugged my cock. With her beautiful touch, my cock rose in her hand. " There see! I told you that I wasn't a nerd." I felt her arm guiding me on top of her. She positioned me between her legs. Still holding my cock in her right hand, she began to rub the tip of my cock against her pussy lips. She wrapped her left arm around me placing her hand at the back of my head. She whispered a low throaty, "Give it to me long and slow baby. " As she placed the tip of my cock into her cunt, she wrapped her arms and legs around me pulling me into her. I moved into her with amazing ease. The full length of my cock strained at the walls of her love canal as we became one. I lay there motionless enjoying the warmth and ecstasy of our union. Stroking the hair at the back of my head, she whispered, "Take your time baby. I'm not going anywhere. You just take all you want sweetness. "At those commands, I fell into her. She cradled me in her arms while I began to move my cock within her. My first stroke was nothing more than a twitch of my cock. In a short time, I would be stroking her with vigor. For now, I was content just to feel her at the length of my cock. I lay there. Like dropping sand in an hourglass, time seemed to move slowly. I held her close to me as I enjoyed the scent of her perfume as it traveled up into my nostrils making me intoxicated. I held her head in my left hand as I nuzzled her left ear. With my right hand, I swept her pretty honey colored hair across the pillow. Serene and content, I lay there until the first urgency of my body became evident. With her right hand, she began to stroke my naked back. She began to play me as if she was strumming an instrument. As a million men before me, the urgency of the ages took hold of my body. The predator and the builder rushed through my being. The predator, the hunter, and the food gatherer stood together tall and strong. I became the builder, the provider, and the protector who claimed his territory. The masculine strength overtook me, and I began to move to an ancient rhythm. " Aouw baby," she moaned. The train was leaving the station, and it was on a journey to paradise. A strong thrust slammed into my balls. I twitched with the force of it. I spread my legs, and I moved onto my knees. I placed my hands under her shoulders as to pull her closer to me. Moving now just on instinct, I rose up onto my forearms and knees to aim my cock directly at her center. " Come in me sweetness! " , she moaned. Again I heard that unwritten law in my head, "If she is asking for it, you should give her what she wants. " I pulled back to the tip of my cock while rising up to deliver the first long stroke. Like a pendulum, I began to swing in and out of her with strong purposeful strokes. At the same time, her long beautiful legs rose upward as to give me access. With her toes pointing toward the ceiling, she encouraged me," fuck me baby fuck me now fuck me baby come for me let me feel your come shooting into me " I began to puff and bellow like a bull," urruff! Urruff! Oh you beautiful cunt! Ahh yeeesss! Yeeesss! " The Royal Hotel Pt. 2 We didn't come; we exploded. She grabbed at me with both her arms and her legs. She wrapped her arms and legs around, and she began to pump me. I began slamming into her. We started pounding each other. We were both moaning and growling with passion. The big bed was bouncing up and down making a loud squeaking sound. Our bodies were wet with sweat. As the heat moved throughout our bodies, the pulsing and throbbing of our bodies overcame us. We shook with intensity. My balls clenched. The first shot of love juice hurled into her with amazing force. My balls began to spasm shooting come into her uncontrollably. Like a dagger, I stabbed her with my cock. I drove it in to the hilt, and left it in as I exploded in her. While I pressed into her, she began to pump her pussy. She held me in place while her cunt moved in quick sharp thrusts. She was jerking me off with her cunt as I came into her. Her pussy sucked at my cock draining me of my life force. I could feel my balls being emptied. I collapsed onto her with exhaustion. CHAPTER 12 A NEW DAY IS DAWNING: The light of the day peeked through the curtains. I wasn't sure what time it was, but I knew that it was early in the morning. I lay on my back thinking about the fucking of the previous night. We were still nude. Beverly was just outstanding. Thinking to myself, as fucks go that was a ten on a ten-point scale. Beautiful, smart, and fucks like a champ this woman is very special. Her sister Mary Ann was a good fuck, but compared to Beverly Mary Ann was a novice. As I lay there, my cock became hard again. I looked at Beverly as she lay next to me in bed. Again, I thought that I could fuck this babe forever. She was that good. "Hey baby," Beverly rolled over onto her back and looked at me through sleepy eyes. With her right hand, she grabbed my cock. She squeezed it and said, "mmm you are fucking hard again. Why don't you give me some breakfast big boy? Get on top of me and feed me that big cock," She pulled at my cock as she guided it toward her mouth. I was obliged to swing up onto her and sit on her tits. I held the bed-board to steady myself while I straitened to lunge it into her mouth. In one big gulp, she took the whole of me. She cupped my balls into her hands while she swallowed me. In a heart beat, I was ready for her. "Mmm mmm fuck my mouth mmm!", she slurred. Then she pushed me back. "Fuck my tits!" she placed my cock between her big beautiful tits. She began to French lay me rubbing each tit around my cock. I loved the sensation of having my cock massaged as she held each tit in her hand. Her nipples were erect and flushed with passion. "Come on my tits baby!" she commanded. The sensation of my cock being swirled around and around within her tits was making me intoxicated. My balls tightened and I said, "I'm almost ready to come. " "You want me baby? Do you? Do you want me now!" Beverly taunted me. Roughly she grabbed my balls in her right hand, and She began to squeeze them in a fast jerking motion. With her left hand, she placed her left tit over my throbbing cock covering my tip. With my hands still hanging on to the bed-board, I placed the tip of my cock directly on her heart. "Yes baby! Here I come!" I groaned. Beverly let go of my balls so that she could cover my cock with her right tit. With a tit in each hand, she pressed down on my cock. "Come on my tits sweetness!", she commanded. My head became woozy as in a dream, and I began to deliver my love juice right on the target. Thrust after thrust I gave myself to her. I could see the warm milky fluid leaking out from beneath her tits. It only encouraged me to come more. "Uhh! yeess Baby I love it!" I submitted to her. I fell back on to the bed drained of my love juice. I lay on my back recovering from another huge orgasm. Beverly covered me with her body while she kissed me passionately. I could feel the wetness between her tits as her tongue darted into my mouth. "Well wasn't that nice? Do you feel up to some food now? You know, you must keep up your strength big boy!" Beverly teased and shook my cock with her hand. We lazily crawled out of bed and began our morning routine. As we washed our bodies and brushed our teeth Beverly suggested that we try that old-fashioned bathtub later. "I'd like to get fucked up the ass in that old tub later. Although, your kind of large for that back door action big boy," Beverly remarked. "Later, we have to check out the passages after breakfast," I replied. We went about our dressing for the day. I saw no need to dress up so I remained in blue jeans and tee shirt like the day before. Beverly chose a similar outfit, "If we're going to crawl around in those dusty secret passages I might as well wear appropriate clothes," Beverly said. The boogaloo gal and I went off to find something to eat for breakfast. Beverly and I traveled to the elevator and made our way down to the lobby. I was surprised to see that the hotel had a different feel to it in the morning. Although, it still had that morning after feel to it. The hotel showed signs of life. There were now maids busy cleaning the rooms, and there was an aroma of cleaning agents in the air. I was expecting to see Baltimore at the guest desk, but there was a young woman taking charge of the desk. There were people standing around in the lobby as well as people who were coming and going here and there. It was about nine thirty in the morning, and it was a very pleasant sunny morning. We went out into the street in front of the hotel. A car horn blasted its' warning as it sped away. Sleepy people slowly walked to their destinations. Not being familiar with the neighborhood, I was at a loss. I didn't expect a fine restaurant near by, so I suggested the greasy spoon that I noticed on our way to the hotel last night. "We are actually working here so I guess a diner would be alright for now," Beverly agreed. We walked around the corner and entered the diner. It was a small narrow affair. There was a long counter and stools set in front of a kitchen and serving area. Behind the stools and counter were four or five booths placed along the back wall. There was a heavy odor of fried food. The diner was brightly lit and showed signs of cleanliness. Standing at the grill was a Short bald man who was toting an extra twenty or thirty pounds around the middle. Attending the counter and the tables was a well-packed redhead. There were about a dozen customers enjoying their breakfast. Beverly and I took a seat at one of the booths in the back. "So, what is the plan?" Beverly asked. "I don't really have a plan. I guess we'll snoop around and try not to attract attention. We'll use Baltimore's key to enter the badger holes, and we'll see what we will see. In the mean time let's enjoy some breakfast. Some eggs and sausages or pancakes might be good. What do you think?" I replied. "I have already had my sausage this morning. Maybe I'll just have some cheese balls," Beverly quipped. The waitress came over to our table and asked for our order. "What can I get for you?" the redhead asked. "I'll have pancakes and eggs umm and toast," Beverly ordered. "Ah I'll have sausages and eggs and a brand muffin," I said. "You folks staying at the hotel?" the waitress asked. "We are here just for a couple of days," I replied. "That's quite a place over there," the redhead smiled with a knowing glance. "Are you familiar with the Royal?" Beverly asked. "Oh sure! We get all kinds of customers from over there. Ralph and me have been working here for a long time, and we have seen it all if you get my meaning," The waitress began a conversation. "Is that Ralph at the grill over there?" Beverly asked. "Ya that's Ralph and I'm Rose. You just tell me if you want anything. Make yourself comfortable, and I'll get your food right away. " , Rose said. The waitress went off to take care of our order as Beverly and I sat and wondered what the day would bring. "She is a friendly one," Beverly remarked. "Mmm and she's got a nice pair of tits too," I replied. "She was giving you the once over, I noticed," Beverly smiled. "Maybe we should invite her to join us in our room?" I pondered. "Why don't you ask her?" Beverly giggled. We settled into our surroundings as Rose served the coffee and the breakfast. After each trip to our table Rose became more friendly. I noticed that her waitress's dress was now open at the top to show some deep cleavage. Apparently, she had opened two or three buttons of her top for my benefit. It did get my attention. On closer inspection, Rose wasn't bad to look at. She was well packed. Her waitress dress was snug and revealed all of her female attributes. She was about five foot seven inches tall, and she was about one hundred forty pounds. She had bright long red hair, which reminded you of Ann Margaret. I estimated her bra size to be about forty c or d cup. She had a little bit of a belly, which I attributed to her working in the diner, but it wasn't too bad. She was toting a very nice well rounded ass, which seemed to swing as she walked. In fact, she carried her weight well. There was one thing I noticed. Her eyes were brown. I suppose most guys wouldn't notice, but most redheads usually have green or blue eyes. I am guessing that Rose came by her red hair with the help of her hair dresser. The guys at the pizza shop used to bet on this. It always was a good laugh. If she had red hair and brown eyes, she most likely had a brown bush. "So, you two are an item?" Rose asked as she filled the coffee cups. "Well, you might say that," Beverly replied. "Mmm you have good taste honey," Rose mentioned to Beverly. "If you don't mind me saying, I wouldn't mind having a little bit of that myself," Rose grinned widely. As Rose poured the coffee, she leaned closer to me allowing me to look down her front. Her perfume reminded me of lilacs. Hidden under the white waitress uniform was a lacy red brassiere. Those tits were real knockers. I just wondered what those nipples looked like. Holding the coffee pot in her left hand, Rose spilled some of the coffee onto the table directly in front of me. "Oops, let me get that before it stains," Rose said. Holding a towel in her right hand, Rose made believe that some of the coffee had spilled onto my lap. She reached down with the towel and began to rub my cock. "We don't want to get that in harm's way, do we?" Rose smiled alluringly. As she rubbed my cock through the towel, I felt a surge of energy travel through my body. My cock sprang to attention. On the last swipe of the towel, Rose grabbed the length of me and squeezed my cock. As she withdrew, she gave me a little nod as to say, "Yes!" As we continued our breakfast, I was content to sit there with a boner while Rose tossed come here looks at me. Rose made a final trip to our table to deliver the check. "I didn't charge you for the spilled coffee. I hope you didn't get burned?" Rose said with a smile. Rose placed the check on the table in front of me. Concealed in a small imitation leather booklet with the check was a note. "I get off of work at six o'clock. This is my phone number…," The note read. Maybe I would call her later I thought. Beverly and I prepared to exit the diner after leaving some cash on the table. On our way out of the diner, I gave Rose a wave and a big smile. She returned my smile. "Don't be a stranger now," Rose chirped. We walked back to the Royal. I began to take in the sights of the neighborhood. The street, which led to the train station, was wider than most streets in the neighborhood. It was apparently the main street of the town. You could see that the neighborhood needed repair. The sidewalks were cracked and broken, and there was trash in the gutters. The streets were peopled with the local characters. There were people going to and from the train station. You could hear the sound as a train pulled into the station. I noticed a down and outer standing in one of the doorways as he drew heavily from the contents of a bottle concealed in a plain brown bag. On the corner, a couple of women stopped to greet each other. I noticed that each woman was dressed to be noticed. Wearing evening clothes in the daytime was often the signature of a working girl. We made our way to the lobby of the hotel. As we walked to the elevator, we heard a woman's voice. " Hi Blondie!" Sitting at the far end of the lobby in an easy chair, Raven waved and smiled. "That is the babe from the third floor. You know the babe on the telephone," I remarked to Beverly. We both waved and smiled back to her. Beverly whispered to me, "Maybe we should invite her to our room along with that red headed waitress you were staring at in the diner? " "It would make quite a party with those two, wouldn't it? I am beginning to get the idea. It seems that there are a lot of hot movers and shakers around here," I said. Back in our room, we began to try to figure out what the hell was going on with this old hotel. "Let's start from the beginning. My father somehow comes into possession of secret records which causes his death. One or more people are willing to commit murder to keep this information quiet. We know that the mob was involved in illegal activities having to do with this hotel. We know that this shit goes back as far as the nineteen twenties. We know that the mob built secret passages all over the hotel so they could spy on the customers. What am I forgetting?" I looked at Beverly. "You are forgetting that story about Baltimore's girl friend. Those son of a bitches allowed that rich cocksucker to beat that poor little girl to death," Beverly included. "Not to mention, that they tied that helpless poor black boy to a chair and made him watch it all. Then they have the balls to give him a job for life to keep him quiet about it," I was getting steamed. "Beverly; somebody is going to pay for this, I am going to get to the bottom of this, and that is for sure!" I was on my feet now and the anger was rushing through my veins. CHAPTER 13 YOU'RE ON CANDID CAMERA: Armed with Baltimore's key, Beverly and I set off to explore the hidden passages. Baltimore told us that the seventh floor contained the premium rooms. We were told that the big shots were given those rooms specifically for they contained peepholes. "I guess we should start here?" I indicated to Beverly as we stood outside the mop closet. This was the same closet we were in last night. We entered and just like Baltimore, I moved the leaver to unlock the hidden door at the back of the mop closet. We entered the hidden passage and searched for the light switch. "Here it is," Beverly said. With a click, the dim lighted passage way was revealed. There was room only enough to walk in a single file. We passed the peephole to our room and Beverly patted it as she said, "They won't see through that one. " "I'll bet that some of these other holes are covered with pictures just like ours," I replied. The tiny hallway had an eerie feel to it. It made you feel like a ghost who was floating through an old mansion. Soon we came upon another peephole. I placed my index finger to my lips as to say be quiet. I opened the little door and took a look. Just like the peephole in our room, the view was directly toward the bedroom. I could see the bed. If anyone were in the bed, it would be no problem to take a picture. This room appeared to be empty so I closed the little door, and we moved on to the next one. We moved along the hallway until we found another peephole. Just like before I placed my index finger to my lips . This time the room wasn't empty. As luck would have it, a guest had just entered the room. What I saw was a man tossing a suitcase onto the bed. I stepped back so that Beverly could take a look. Quickly, she drew a smile on her face. "What?" I asked. "He's getting undressed," She replied. "There goes the suit. Ah there goes the tie and shirt. He's down to his boxers and socks. Oops, there goes the underwear. Turn around honey. Yes! Look at that cock. He's huge! Oh he's stroking it. Go baby! Go ya! He's standing in front of the mirror and he is pleasuring himself," Beverly whispered. I had to admit that this was getting to be fun. "Let me look," I whispered. I gazed into the peephole to see the man in the act of cocking himself. This was some serious jerking off. He was big. He had the build of a body builder. He look like he was about six foot or more, and he was a heavy weight. He had dark short black hair, and his eyes were deep blue. "Wow! Remind me not to meet this guy in a dark alley!" I muttered. I turned to Beverly. She was grinning from ear to ear. Then I noticed that she had unloosened her belt and her pants were undone. Her right hand was down her blue jeans, and I could see the movement of her hand. "Let me get some of this?" Beverly grunted. Beverly assumed the position, and she began to jerk off as she watched the guy. "Oh ya baby! He's really going at it now. Mmm baby!" Beverly moaned as her hand worked her cunt. "He's making a telephone call. Mmm who ever he is talking … he's stroking his cock while he's talking on the phone. I bet he's got a hot date tonight," Beverly pondered. Beverly closed the peephole door and turned toward me. Her hand was still down her pants, and she was still jerking off. Suddenly she pulled her pants down around her knees, and with a serious look on her face, she began finger fucking herself with fast quick strokes. We stood in the narrow dimly lighted hallway as Beverly began to come. Standing there with her knees bent and with her left arm and hand dangling loosely at her side, she began to pump herself as she said, "You like baby? You like cunt? You like I fuck for you? You want I fuck you right here? Tell me baby do you like my cunt? Don't just stand there pull it out so I can love it. " By this time I had a hard on, and so I did what she wanted. I pulled my zipper down and fumbled around until my cock sprang out for her view. At the sight of my cock, Beverly's knees weakened, and she dropped to her knees and began sucking my cock. "Mmm mmm I love your cock Nick," she moaned. I stood there as I rubbed my hand across her hair while she rained kisses and complements on my cock. It became apparent that Beverly was a cock lover. That is to say, a woman who craves cocks and will go down for it at any time or at any place. These are the truly sexy women. These are the real deal women. These are the women who when they are fucking enter what is known as the blood fever. These are the women who pass through an invisible barrier into a very special place. It's like a lust heaven. They become drunk with lust. These kinds of women are extremely rare, and they were valued very highly in the olden days. They were given to powerful men like kings or Sultans and sheiks as prizes to gain favor. In Arabia, women like these were trained as sex slaves. They held high positions in the harem, and they were treated as if they were goddesses. I gazed down onto Beverly as she sucked my cock. She kneeled in front of me with her eyes closed as if she were worshiping in church. The beautiful sight over took me. I became light headed as if I was drunk. The beautiful sensations traveled through my cock to my brain as she made love to my cock with her mouth. I became entranced. I could envision her as a harem girl dressed in fine silks and adorned with gold and emeralds. I gently placed both of my hands around her head as to caress it. Then, I bent my knees and leaned into her mouth with my cock. I could hear her moan as my warm love juice flowed into her. I could see the muscles in her throat move as she slowly swallowed my come. I could tell that she was in the lust heaven. It was almost as if she was in her own little world. A world full of lustful dreams and all the stories have happy endings. Beverly's eyes opened as if she had just awoken from a dream. The Royal Hotel Pt. 2 "That was very beautiful Beverly," I whispered. "Come on now let's get up from there and continue our search," I nodded. Beverly gave me the most beautiful smile as if she knew that I understood what just happened. I helped her up to her feet and I helped to pull up her pants. I fastened her jeans by pulling up the zipper and buckling her belt. She put her arm around me and at the same time she caressed my cock in her hand. She whispered into my ear, "You have a magic cock. Some men think that they have it, but they don't. But you honey, you was born with it! " At that, we continued on our journey through the secret passage. Still being early in the day, we found that most of the guest rooms were empty. We went from one peephole to the next peephole checking each of the rooms on the seventh floor. "We'll probably have better success later on tonight," I mentioned to Beverly. "Wait a moment. We didn't come here to get our jollies off: we came here to find out about your father's murder," Beverly indicated. "I can't see why we can't have a little fun in the process," I replied. "Umm o k you want I should blow you again?" Beverly chuckled. "Maybe next time I should blow you!" I teased. We made our way to the mop closet. I switched off the lights, and I closed and locked the secret door. We emerged into the corridor and locked the mop closet behind us. "I know where there is at least one guest room which is occupied," I indicated. "Where is that?" Beverly asked. "You know. There's raven that has a room on the third floor. Maybe she's home? Are you interested?" I queried. Beverly gave me a curious look and said, "Hey baby I'm not that kind of a girl. You of all people should know by now that I'm all woman. " "You sure are Blondie," I indicated. With that, we both laughed vigorously, and we went on our way. We returned to our room. We decided to spend the afternoon decoding the rest of the old records. We now had a good idea of the size of the business, which was conducted, in the hotel. However, there were still some loose ends that needed to be pulled together. For example, why was this old hotel still in good repair after all these years? Who was the boss around here? Who paid Baltimore's salary as well as the rest of the help who worked in the hotel? Why did this hotel attract so many hot-blooded customers? And of course, why would anybody go so far out of his or her way as to commit murder? I was sure that there was something going on here, which wasn't on the level. CHAPTER 14 WHO DONE IT? I had to remind myself that I was now a nightclub owner and not a private investigator. Still, I was beginning to feel a little bit like Sam Spade. Here I was in an old hotel with a beautiful woman, and I was investigating a murder. Just like in the old movies, I expected at any time a cast of characters to spring out from anywhere to assault me. It was now about six o'clock in the evening and I thought that I would take a look around. "Beverly honey, I am going to snoop around the hotel a little. I would like you to stay here and hold down the fort," I said. "O k big boy I'll be right here for you, and by the way, why don't you bring back something to eat? I am getting a little hungry," Beverly instructed. With that, I closed the door of the room behind me, and I headed out. I truly intended to snoop around in the hotel, but I remembered that note which was slipped in the check folder at the diner. I remembered that Rose was just getting off work now, and I thought that I'd take a walk over to the diner. I traveled down the elevator and through the lobby and out into the street to make my way over to the diner. As I crossed the street in front of the diner, I felt my cock twitch with anticipation. As I approached the diner, I saw Rose look out of the window. Our eyes met, and I saw her smile. "Hi good looking! What can I do for you honey!" Rose said with a sexy lilt in her voice. "I just thought I'd come by to see how you're doing?" I replied. "You're just in time. There is something heavy in the back storeroom, which needs lifting. Do you think you could help me with it?" Rose said with a follow me gesture. "Umm sure I'd be happy to be of assistance," I played along. The guys and me at the pizza shop would occasionally meet a babe like this. This cunt was not fooling around. First, the note, and now the follow me gesture. This was what we called a sure thing. As I followed the redhead, I came up hard before we even got to the door of the storeroom. Rose opened the door of the storeroom and indicated to me that I should enter the room. As I did, Rose closed the door behind us. I heard a click as Rose locked the door. She stood in front of the door and began to unloosen the buttons of her waitress uniform. Like a coochie dancer, she began to wiggle out of her uniform. "I know you. You know me. People like us who love to fuck recognize each other. I recognized you the moment you walked through the door with that big tits blond. My panties turned wet the moment that I got a good look at you honey! I don't know what that blond has been telling you, but with me, you don't have to romance me: you just have to fuck me. And let me tell you, my current man couldn't bang a drum; never mind bang a woman. Baby! I'm ready for you right now! I have been praying for a guy like you to come through that door for what seems like an eternity. I haven't had a decent fuck in a dog's age," Rose spoke in a hurried low throaty hush as she kicked her uniform aside with her right shoe. I gazed at her as I stood there in the dimly lighted storeroom. There was that pretty red bra that peaked out of her waitress uniform at breakfast. She stood erect with her arms positioned behind herself as to accent her very developed tits. She was wearing matching panties with thigh high stockings. She did have a bit of a belly, but on a broad hipped babe like her, it wasn't bad. Her legs were set wider than normal. This made it easy to see that between her legs was a wide space, which accommodated a world-class pussy. On close inspection, I could notice the one time prom queen who gave it up in the back of a Chevrolet, or maybe even a little twelve year old cock teaser getting her first taste of real cock down in the park after school. "Do you want me to do all the work? If you do, I will! Do you want me to get on my knees? Come on baby just don't stand there and stare at me. Will you please just fuck me! Maybe you need some encouragement haah. Is that it?" Rose began to milk herself with her hands. Holding a tit in each hand, she began to squeeze her tits with a suggestive motion. Suddenly, a broad smile appeared on her face. "Oh, you like that don't you hummm! " Rose moved into that notion, which all women are familiar with, when they know that they have a man by the balls. Rose was correct. People like us do know each other. People who love to fuck seem to be on the same wavelength. It is almost like some kind of a light beam, which flashes between two fuck loving people. Rose chuckled, "I knew you was the one. Come on baby I've got you. Don't try to hold it back. Rosy knows what you want. And Rosy is going to give it to you big time honey! " There was no sense in making excuses. She did have me, and I liked it. I have always loved a woman who just comes out and tells you what she wants. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my zipper down. "Ummm that's it honey. Just put it right in here darling," rose gestured by cupping her cunt with her right hand. I wasn't going to miss this. Most men never get to see what I was looking at. Rose stood there shaking with lust. Only men who are the chosen ones see sights like this. Women see these chosen men by some chance or by some gift of God as being desirable. Women will give themselves to these men wholly and forever without reservation. For the right man, the sight of a woman who is shaking with lust is overwhelming. I hurried to pull my jeans and briefs down. With my pants down around my knees, I reached out for her. My length pointed at her like a short Spanish stabbing sword. Rose quickly relieved herself of her skimpy panties, and she mounted me. With one hand placed around the back of my head and with the other hand she guided my cock up and into her fertile delta. We stood there coupled together grasping at each other with all our strength. In the dimly lighted storeroom, we resembled a marble statue. We were coupled together face to face with our arms around each other. Rose placed the full length of my cock deep within herself. We stood there motionlessly for a time so that we could feel the heat of our bodies, which was overwhelming us. Rose was correct. We didn't need words. We already knew the script to this ancient play, which was being performed. We began to move with instinct. That is, Rose began to move while I stood rigid to accommodate her. She was impaled upon my cock. As she began to stab herself with my cock, powerful waves of emotion thundered through her. I could feel the deep-throated moans, which seemed to originate from deep in her belly. "I'll do anything for you baby! Anything you want … anything just keep fucking me you beautiful man," Rose exuded. My strength began to fail me. My legs began to tremble with our weight. I was being turned into pure light energy. I floated backward onto the floor as Rose road the lightning. Still shaking with lust, Rose's cunt began to constrict around my cock with rapid powerful movements. As soon as I felt her movements, I knew that Rose was also the real deal. It is rare for a woman to have such strong constrictions during sex. It is the proof of the pudding. A woman can fix her hair wear sexy clothes or talk sluttish, but if she does not have that fire down below, she is a fraud. Once I felt those movements, my balls clenched like a fist. I began punching my hot juice into her with incredible force. We clanked together like the jaws of a vice. Rose continued to man handle my cock with her cunt. She pinned me down onto the floor like a professional wrestler. "I'm not going to let you get away until I get my full share of the pie baby!" Rose growled. With expert technique, Rose began to fuck me again. Pumping and grinding, she worked my cock like no other woman had ever done. I submitted to her entirely. I placed my arms above my head in a spread eagle fashion while my head tossed from side to side. I was lost in her. I looked up to see those big beautiful tits still holstered in that pretty red bra. As she moved up and down on my cock, her tits bounced in a hypnotic way. Her red hair rained down around her shoulders, as she stared up into space with a glazed gaze in her eyes. The sheer material of her bra allowed me to see her big round nipples. I craved to suck on them as she drove herself in to my conscience. "Yes honey that's right. Let mama take care of you sweetness. Let it loose in me again baby. I want to feel you come like last time. Come on that's it again! Again! Come blow it in to me!" Rose commanded as she began to pound herself up and down on my still hard cock. I felt my body melt to her commands. We had traveled light years together in a matter of moments. It was super natural. We already knew each other as if we had been together for a lifetime. For the second time, I bonded with her. I flowed into her with every drop of my love juice. The eruptions came like a knocking on the door of paradise. I was lost to the world. I was again drunk with lust. I floated in a dreamland dancing with a redheaded goddess. I came out of my dreamland to feel Rose as she began to come again with me. Her cunt clenched just like the first time. I soon realized that I loved this woman's cunt. In an instant, I made a mental note to come back to see this incredible woman again. We lay on the floor of the storeroom in each other's arms recovering from the fucking that we just had given each other. I would say that it was one of those special things. As we lay there, I began to ask Rose about the Royal hotel. "Listen sweetness, what do you know about the hotel across the street?" I asked. "Well, what do you want to know?" Rose asked. "Everything " I replied. Rose began to reply, "There is something about that old gal across the street. I don't know just what it is about it, but that old hotel has a certain something about it. Well, I can tell you this. The people that go there don't go there for their health. I have been around here for some time, and I have seen a lot more than what meets the eye. " "Go on; tell me what's the deal over there," I encouraged her. "Are you sure that you want to know?" Rose indicated to be careful. I nodded my head as to say " yes. " Rose moved into a more comfortable position resting her head on my chest while she played with my cock, "That hotel is owned by some big shots from Manhattan. Some time ago when I first started to work here at the diner, I began to notice these big black limos, which would park outside the hotel. Then, one day one of the drivers from the limo came over here for coffee. He was a big tough looking hunk of a man. I guess that I was kind of hornny that day. The guy looked like he had a cock as big as a telephone pole hidden in his pants. I started to cream my panties just thinking about sucking him off. He told me that his bosses were going to be busy for at least a couple hours, and he had nothing to do during that time. It was just about quitting time, and I told Ralf to take over for me while I took a walk with the hunk. He drove the limo around to one of the side streets where it was deserted. He tossed me into the back seat of the limo and began to give me a proper fucking. The hunk was a little crude, but he made up for it with his Billy club sized cock. He worked me over for about an hour and a half giving it to me in each and every hole. He tossed me around like a rag doll, but the thing about it was that I kind of liked it. He was big and very strong, and he pumped me until I almost passed out. I was sore all over the next day. My cunt was even a little bruised. All the next day, I was walking around as if I was bowl legged. Well anyway, after he finished fucking me, he began to talk. He told me that the people who owned the hotel were a bunch of rich lawyers from some big shot law firm that was connected to the mob. He told me that the hotel was started way back in the nineteen twenties by the gangsters who ran New York. He said that they ummm … I mean the gangsters of today still have something to do with it. Umm now you didn't hear this from me. I tell you right now, if anyone says anything about me telling you anything, I will deny it. Just so we understand each other. In the old days, it was booze and babes and gambling. Today, it's drugs and the shit that goes along with it. There are rumors of people disappearing out of that place over there. I mean that people go in, but they never come back out again. Also, they say that those big shots are into money laundering and even blackmail. The whole thing is a big front for the big boys down town. Now I tell you this. You be careful over their honey pie; I wouldn't want you to hurt this pretty tool of yours. " At that, Rose took my cock in her hand and squeezed it as she French kissed my moist tip. This confirmed my suspicions. There certainly was something going on here, and it was big. On the out set, The Royal was a hot sheet hotel. On the inside, there was big money being passed from one hand to another hand, and there were some big time people who were taking their share of the profits. I held Rose in my arms, and I whispered into her ear, "I have to leave now, but I will get back to you soon. While I am gone, I want you to dump that dud of a boy friend that you told me about. Later on, you and I are going to make an arrangement. You are too good of a lover to be wasting yourself in this diner. I am a businessman, and I own a nightclub down town. I am certain that I can find a place for you there. We will see what we will see." We gained our feet as we began to dress. I pulled my pants up and fastened my jeans. Rose wiggled back into her waitress uniform. She picked up her panties from the floor and handed them to me, "Take these with you to remember me by." I placed the pretty panties in my pocket. I reached into my wallet and fished out one of my business cards. "And you take care of this," I said. I placed my left arm around Rose's shoulders as I lifted the skirt of her uniform. I took my calling card in my right hand, folded it and then inserted it into her cunt. "You got it good looking!" Rose nodded as to say O K Baby. "Now let me have one more kiss before I go," I said. "A kiss? I'll do better than that. I'll blow you. Pull it back out, and I'll get on my knees for you. you beautiful fucking cock! "Rose replied. "Later darling, just a kiss for now. " , I reached over and gave her a kiss on the lips. Rose unlocked the storeroom door, and we walked into the diner. There were some customers enjoying their meals. No one in the diner even raised an eye brow as Rose escorted me to the front door. " I'll see you later. " I said as I left the diner. As I walked away from the diner, I looked over my shoulder to see Rose standing in the front door waving at me with a big grin on her face. It was beginning to get dark now. The street people gathered on the street as the night brought its' mysteries. The ladies of the night took their preferred positions on their corners. As I gazed down the main street, I could see the bright red neon sign of the liquor store. I noticed some young men surveying the terrain as they stood outside of the liquor store. There were the usual sounds emitting from the train station. And that same down and outer which I saw from the previous night stumbled into one of the doorways to make himself comfortable. I stood on the corner and glanced at the train station wondering if that young stud was in the waiting room banging his schoolgirl lover again. Car horns and the squealing of tires reminded me of the time when I was a younger man. I was reminded of my old caddy, and when I used to cruise a neighborhood like this for babes. I decided to take a walk up the main street. As I walked, I began to become familiar with the neighborhood. All the signs were there. You can tell a hot spot by its' signs. The first thing that you do is to count the places that you can buy a drink. All of these hot spot neighborhoods contain an abundant number of watering holes. The more bars and liquor stores there are, the wilder the neighborhood. Of course, there were the guys driving around looking at the merchandise standing on the corners. I had walked about four blocks, and I had counted three bars and one liquor store and two restaurants. One thing about being an American who is descended from Italy, you can always find a place to eat. It just seems that wherever you are, there is an Italian restaurant just right around the corner. The sign over the front door read "Mamma Leoni's " In the windows, there were hanging wine bottles and cheeses, which at this time appeared to be very appealing. A menu was posted to the right of the front door. A quick look at the menu revealed that all the usual dishes were listed. I entered. "Hello can I get you a table?" a rotund older woman said. "Hi I was wondering if I could get something to go?" I. said. "Sure whatever you want. Tell me what can I get for you?" the gray haired woman asked. "Ummm ah some spaghetti and meat balls umm some wine umm maybe one or two of those pastries there. " I ordered. " Ah sure I will get it for you right away. The wine, you want a bottle? " , she asked. The Royal Hotel Pt. 3 CHAPTER 16 BUDDY CAN YOU SPARE A DIME: It was the Great Depression, and the people had come upon hard times. Inflation had risen to twenty nine percent, and the poor working stiff found himself standing in the bread line. Meantime other groups of people decided that to be poor was not for them. In a tough neighborhood on the lower side of Manhattan known as Hell's Kitchen a group of young toughs came together to beat their way out of poverty. They were part of the influx of immigrants, which came to America to seek a better life. Being influenced by the power structure of the old Mafia, these toughs became known as the Castalono family. Their stock and trade was strong arm robbery, extortion, and prostitution. Among them was a young tough who went by the name of Valentino Danafio. Smiley, as his friends knew him, was a ruthless killer whose trademark was a friendly smile. Blessed with movie actor looks, Smiley was a ladies man of the highest order. Tall, dark, and handsome, smiley reminded you of Clark Gable. He climbed the ladder of the Castalono family power structure quickly to become one of the bosses before he was thirty years old. Under Smiley's leadership, the Castalono family became almost respectable. It was Smiley's idea to go into the hotel business. Because of his affinity with women, one of his responsibilities was to organize and run the whorehouses. Again, under smiley's leadership the profits from the prostitution were big business. At the same time, another group of modern day pirates were launching their ship of crime on the sea of human suffering. They became known as the Gallabraizzy family. Like the Castalono family their stock and trade was robbery, prostitution, and extortion. It was only a matter of time before the two power structures would clash in a bloody war on the streets of New York. There had been bad blood between both families for some time. On a hot and sticky day in late summer, the two families opened fire upon each other with ferocious fury. The incident exploded onto the front pages of all the New York newspapers as well as on the radio. Walter Winchell was broadcasting accurate accounts of the gun battles, and he was naming names. (“Good evening mister and misses America this is Walter Winchell broadcasting directly from the famous Stork Club located in the heart of New York's Manhattan! Now let's go to press: Another bloody gun battle broke out on the streets of New York today. My sources tell me that it is part of the on going feud between the Castalono and Gallabraizzy families. Nick Roselli, who is reputed to be a top-level soldier for the Gallabraizzy family, was found dead on the sidewalk in front of Victor's Lounge; a favorite watering hole of New York's underworld. Roselli succumbed to numerous bullet wounds as he was gunned down in the power struggle between the two alleged mafia families. In other news … “) The newspapers were showing bloody pictures of gangsters who had been dispatched by the use of a Chicago typewriter. The mayor of New York was calling for calm as the people demanded law and order. “Son of a bitch! These gun-slinging gangsters are taking over the whole city. They are making off with big sacks of money while the average guy is begging for a crust of bread. Me! I am sitting here on my ass while my business goes down the drain. Clients of mine who were used to making thousands a week in the stock market are now selling apples on the street corners. ”, he remarked. Robert Solaman sat at his desk in the law offices of Robert . Solaman Attorney at Law while he examined the books, which foretold of pending doom. Robert Solaman was a moderately successful lawyer who made a living in contract law specializing in stock market transactions. Prior to Black Tuesday, Solaman and his little law firm provided a respectable living affording a house in the suburbs and all the scotch he could drink. Located in the business district not far from Wall Street, the little law firm had seen its' better days. To make ends meet, Solaman had been taking on the odd client handling divorces. The high priced stock brokers and their trophy wives had become a source of income for Robert Solaman as the Great Depression took its' toll upon both the used to be rich and the about to be poor people. The trophy wives were dumping their bankrupted husbands like hot potatoes in an attempt to salvage whatever money was left in the relationship. It was one of these relationships, which sent Robert Solaman on an errand to meet another disgruntled wife. In a cafe located in the Wall Street business district, Jane Sandherst Cramer sat waiting for Robert Solaman. The business of the day involved the separation of Mrs. Cramer from her now unemployed stockbroker husband. “Excuse me, are you Misses Cramer?”, Robert Solaman addressed a well-dressed woman sitting at the bar. “Yes, are you Robert Solaman? “, the very pretty young woman replied. “I was expecting a much older woman. Please forgive me“, Solaman began. “And I was expecting a short, fat, and bald old bookkeeper type. “, Jane Cramer smiled pleasantly. The two made an attractive couple as they sat at the bar. Robert Solaman appeared to be in his forties. He was not a tall man, but neither was he short. He had kept himself in good trim by playing racket ball at one of the local health clubs, which catered to the Wall Street businessman. Here he could run off some of the unwanted pounds while he made important contacts among the Wall Street stockbrokers. The slight hint of white hair at his temples, which set off his dark black hair, gave him a dignified look. Glancing through cloudy blue eyes, Solaman sized up the pretty package sitting at the bar as he ordered a Scotch. Jane Sandherst Cramer was every bit of the trophy wife. Dressed in the finest designer clothes imported from France, she drew admiring looks from every gentleman in the cafe. Her platinum colored hair and emerald green eyes were impossible to ignore. Adorned with gold and diamonds, she virtually glittered. The ring on her left hand was a complicated affair consisting of a large oval shaped diamond, which was supported by a border of perfectly cut emeralds, and seem somehow to pick up the color of her pretty eyes. In these days of economic upheaval, one could not help but realize that the ring on her finger was capable of supporting a home for orphans for at least a year if it was to be turned into cash. Jane Sandherst Cramer was in no way affected by the current down draft of the economy. Jane Sandherst Cramer was in fact a wealthy socialite who was the daughter of Chester Sandherst the multimillionaire who owned and ran Sandherst industries with an iron hand. “Why don't you arrange a table for us Mister Solaman? I would like to talk to you about something, which is of some concern. “, the pretty blonde said. “ why not, after all this is why I have come here today Misses Cramer. And by the way you don't have to call me Mister Solaman. Just call me Bob. “, Bob said. “All right, and you can call me Jane. “, she said. They settled into a corner booth in the back of the cafe, and they made themselves comfortable. “Sure Scotch will be just fine, but you better make mine a double. I am afraid that what I've got to say may turn out to be a dry business. ”, Jane said. The waiter was summoned and Scotch was agreed upon for both parties. Robert threw back his first for the day, and he ordered a double as well. “That's a very nice suit you're wearing today Bob. It looks very expensive. Is it one of those imported tweeds that are so popular these days? “, she said. “I suppose, I got it from one of my clients. Apparently, he ran out of money before he could pay me, so by way of compensation, he let me have his wardrobe. “, Bob said. “Tweed becomes you. “, Jane complemented Bob. “Misses Cramer what can I do for you? “, Bob asked. “Please call me Jane. I want to talk to you about my husband. I am sure that you know what has been happening regarding the stock market. Well, my husband is a stockbroker … umm I mean he used to be a stockbroker. Well that's all over, and I am afraid that our marriage is over as well. Please don't think badly of me. It's not about the money. My husband and I haven't been on the best of terms for some time, and I have decided to end it. There is something else. Something, which I must keep in confidence. There is another man. “, Jane explained. “Well, Jane there is often another man, but why do you come to me? “, Bob asked. “He is not just another man; he is someone you may have heard of. You don't understand Bob. He is not just anybody he is Valentino Danafio. “, Jane spoke with concern. All at once, the surrounding sounds of the cafe seemed louder. The hum of talking people became more vivid. Robert Solaman became more aware of the clanking of ice cubes being tossed into glasses and the sound of silverware being put to porcelain. Robert Solaman leaned back onto his seat as he contemplated what was being said. A look of concern appeared on his face. “I see that you know who I am talking about; don't you? “, Jane noticed. “Let me get this right. You're having an affair with Smiley Danafio? “, Bob was surprised. “That's right. “, Jane nodded. The waiter placed the two doubles on the table, and he asked, “Can I get you anything else? “ “That's all for now. “, Robert Solaman replied as he hastily gulped his Scotch. “You haven't answered my question. Why have you chosen me for this job? “, Bob asked. “I heard about you from some of my husband's business associates. I am going to be absolutely honest with you. I need someone who has a low profile, and who can do this job for me without causing a lot of attention. You see there is more to this than a separation from my husband. “, Jane advised. “I am starting to get the idea. Anything to do with Smiley Danafio has got to be complicated. May I ask how did you meet Smiley Danafio? I mean, a lady like yourself … umm ah I mean you don't look like the kind of a woman who would be associated with gangsters. “, Bob inquired. “It is a long story. Would you like me to give you a little history lesson? “, Jane remarked. Solaman raised his right hand and motioned to stop, “Please spare me the history lesson. Why don't you just tell me all about it. “ “All right, where would you like me to start? “, Jane asked. “Well, for one thing, who are you? I mean you are not just some floozy from the wrong side of town. That's apparent. You would have to be a blind man to miss that. “, Bob inquired. “Well O K I'm Jane Sandherst. My father is Chester Sandherst of Sandherst Industries. My father is one of the wealthiest men in the country. I guess you might call me the black sheep of the family. Ever since I was a little girl, my father and I have had a different sort of relationship. You have to understand Bob. My father is a rich and very powerful man. Men like my father make the rules. They are different from the rest of us. Men like my father can and often will do whatever they please. “As far as women are concerned, my father seems to be incapable of keeping the same woman for any length of time. So you see there have been a steady line of stepmothers. Ever since I was a little girl, the current Misses Sandherst would appear on the scene, and I would be packed off to boarding school straight away. I am telling you this so that you can better understand. I am not an innocent Bob. I grew up as a kind of wild kid. You might say that I was your typical spoiled rich kid. As girls go, I began to develop early. By the time I was fourteen I looked like a full-grown woman. This is one of the reasons why I was consistently being packed off to boarding school. You see each time there was a new Misses Sandherst there was trouble between her and my father concerning me. You might call it jealousy. As I got older, I realized that I had a great deal of power over my father. We became equals so to speak. I had everything that I wanted. Clothes, money, and even cars were mine for the asking. “As I got older, things began to change. I began rebelling against my father when I was a teenager. I started to experiment with boys. Of course, the dumb little boys at school weren't nearly satisfying. “, Jane explained. “All this is very interesting Jane, but what does this have to do with Smiley Danafio.”, Solaman interrupted. “I am getting to it, if you will just give me a moment to collect myself. You know, it is not easy to reveal myself to an absolute stranger like this. “, Jane appeared to be flustered. “Listen Jane, as a lawyer I have heard it all. That is I think that I have heard it all. Every now and again, I am surprised. Why don't I just order another round of this Scotch, and we will take it one thing at a time? “, Solaman gestured to the waiter. “Yes well, as I was saying, I began to rebel against my father's influence. I talked daddy dearest into buying a car for me. Once I had a car, I started to drive into the city from our estate on Long Island. It wasn't long before I fell into a fast crowd in the city. We started hitting the booze joints and having a gay old time. At that time, I was going from man to man looking for more excitement. Daddy dearest became outraged once he found out about my numerous affairs in the city. “My father thought that if I were married I would settle down like a nice little housewife. Of course, settling down was the last thing in my mind. This is where things began to get complicated. People like us, people of means, often marry for convenience and not for love. My father chose an appropriate candidate for me. He chose a man who fitted well into my father's plans for me if you know what I mean. He chose someone that he could control totally. He chose someone who would be an asset to the family business. So then, with little regard as to my wishes a marriage was arranged. That is how I became Misses Jane Sandherst Cramer. “Of course, nothing really changed after the marriage. As soon as the honeymoon was over, I went back to my wild ways. That's when I met Val. We hit it off right away. In fact, we had sex that very first night. I started seeing a lot of him. Before I knew it I was his woman. He started taking me to this hotel. It was located just outside the city near this train station. It turns out that he is one of the owners of this hotel. It isn't an ordinary hotel. There were all kinds of things going on there. Forgive me Bob; I just seem to be rambling on and on. Forgive me it must be the Scotch. This is what I want you to do. I want you to start a legal action of divorce. It must be kept quiet. The newspapers must not know anything about Val and me. As far as my husband is concerned, offer him whatever he wants within reason. He probably wants a cash settlement so arrange it. I want this over quickly. You are to do whatever it takes to accomplish the separation. Of course, you will be compensated handsomely if the job is done correctly. This is how you can get in touch with me. This is my telephone number. You may call me at any time if I can be of assistance. So tell me will you take the job? “, Jane Sandherst Cramer finished her Scotch and prepared to leave the cafe. “I'll get started on it right away Jane. You already have my number. Just call at any time if you need to talk or tell me anything that I need to know. And don't worry. I will be very discreet about the whole thing. “, Solaman agreed. The deal was struck, and the two people concluded their business. Each arose from the table, and they went on their way. After concluding his business at the whorehouse, Smiley Danafio returned to the Royal Hotel to manage the night's business. The Night crowd moved with the rhythms of desire as baser needs was being satisfied at the Royal Hotel. The top hat dandies were strutting their stuff at the Royal's main watering hole while others gambled their green backs away in the casino. Upstairs in the rooms a brisk business was being conducted. Wine, women, and song were the unwritten law for the hedonistic customers of the Royal Hotel. Conspicuous consumption was the order of the day. Smiley Danafio sat in his office overseeing the night's take. Located on the very top floor of the hotel, Smiley's office was in fact one of the luxury suites, which commanded a view of the surrounding neighborhood. Containing all the comforts of home, the suite provided a full service bar as well as a bedroom in which Smiley conducted his very private business. “Hey boss, there's some big shot down stairs who wants to talk to you. ”, the door of the suite opened and a large gruff man stepped into the room. Wearing a tuxedo, which appeared to be a size too small, the man stood in front of Smiley's desk waiting further orders. “Who is it? “, asked Smiley. “I don't know boss, but he is acting like he owns the place. ”, he said. “Didn't you ask him his name? “, Smiley asked. “Ya sure, but he said that you know who he is. He says that he is the father of that little piece of fluff that you have been banging lately. You know the one with the platinum blonde hair and green eyes. Should I bring him up here? “, he said. “Yes bring him right up here, and Bruno treat him like a guest. ”, Smiley directed. Smiley Danafio leaned back onto his desk chair as he reached for a cigarette. Reaching into the inside pocket of his dinner jacket where he kept a solid gold cigarette case, he neatly secured one of the custom made cigarettes and placed it to his lips and lit it. He knew the man who was coming to visit, and he knew why he was coming. He fully expected Chester Sandherst to blow into his office like a whirlwind. However, he would turn this whirlwind into a puff of hot air. The door of the suite crashed open as Chester Sandherst threw himself into the room like a snorting bull. The two men eyed each other as if they were two cowboys about to slap leather. Tension filled the room as Chester Sandherst locked eyes with Smiley Danafio. Here were two men who were used to having their ways. Each man was a leader in his own world, and each man was not used to having the word no spoken to him. “So you are the cock sucker who is raping my daughter! “, Sandherst growled. “Hold on there pops! I'm not raping anyone. As far as your daughter is concerned, we have a mutual agreement. Your daughter isn't being forced to do anything that she doesn't want to do! “, Danafio shot back. Danafio extinguished his cigarette by crushing it in the ashtray, which was placed strategically on his desk and stood up. “Calm down pops. Let's just talk this over. Why don't I pour you a drink, and we'll see what we'll see. Meantime why don't you have a seat. ”, Smiley gestured in a friendly way as he moved to defuse the situation. “We are two civilized gentlemen; we have differences, but we can see if we can iron out our difficulties. ”, Smiley moved to placate the irate man who was glowing crimson with rage. “Scotch? I have some of the best. Twelve-year-old right off the boat. You can still smell the salt water. “, Smiley walked around from his desk to the bar, which was located on the left side of the room. The room was decorated in a decidedly masculine manner. The bar and the desk were made out of mahogany, and the soft furniture was upholstered with the finest tan leather. On the right side of the room was a large couch and armchair. In front of the couch and chair, there was a low-slung table, which was also made of mahogany. A pleasant pastel color adorned the walls. On the walls, there were paintings depicting an old European city. One of the paintings, which hung on the wall directly over the large couch showed a representation of the Bridge of Sighs as well as connecting canals, which are so familiar to visitors of Venice. The floor was covered by a lush chocolate colored rug, which felt soft to the touch. The Royal Hotel Pt. 3 Smiley poured two large drinks, and he walked over to Chester. Standing as if he was bolted to the floor, Chester Sandherst remained rigid. He was a tall strong looking man. His graying hair was closely cut in a military style. His face showed the wrinkles of a man who had served time in the trenches of the business wars. His tuxedo was perfectly tailored, and it looked as if it was poured onto him. Smiley could not but recognize those unusual green eyes, which had become familiar to him. “Here, take a sip of this. It will help to calm you down. Please, sit. “, Smiley handed Chester a Scotch and gestured toward the couch. “ I didn't come here to drink; I came here to tell you to stay away from my daughter! “, Chester Sandherst spat out his words. “ Let's be reasonable. Please have a seat, and let's talk this over. “, Smiley offered. The two men moved to the sitting area, and positioned themselves to talk. Smiley made himself comfortable in the armchair while Chester took the couch. “You and I are a lot alike. We both see what we want, and we take it. Under different circumstances we could be friends. We both are business men, and we both like to make a profit. ”, Smiley began. “I didn't come here to discuss profit and loss. “ , Chester interrupted. “I know that. In fact, I know quite a bit about you. “, Smiley took the conversation. “It is my business to know about the people with which I am associated. It is the way I stay on top in this business. “, Smiley sipped his Scotch. Chester Sandherst waved his hand through the air vigorously and looked away with disgust as to say cut the bullshit. “And I know a lot about you too! I know that you are some kind of a gangster. I want you to know that I'm not afraid of you. I have my own resources, and you damn well know what I mean. “, Chester spoke in a forceful manner. “I know you do. This is why I want us to talk instead of fighting. If we can just get through our initial differences, we might realize a mutual benefit. ”, Smiley threw out the bait. “How could you and I have a mutual benefit? “, Chester asked. “I will tell you in just a moment, but this thing about your daughter. We must settle this before we can go on. Now, please be patient and let me explain. Your daughter is a very beautiful woman who has a mind of her own. She comes to me on her own terms. I in no way force her to be with me. You have to know that. As far as that husband of her's is concerned, he is old news. He is about to get his walking papers. She never loved him, and she married him only to satisfy you. ”, Smiley explained. “ How do you know all this? “, Chester inquired. “She told me. And by the way, she has told me a lot more then that! ”, Smiley spoke. “What has she told you? “, Chester's face drew up into a look of surprise. Smiley began, "She has told me much about you. It seems that you have certain needs. She told me that you have a taste for the women. She told me that one of the things which really gets you off is to get it on with two woman at the same time. As I said, she has told me much about you. And she has told me that sometimes you like some, shall we say, kinky shit." Chester muttered, “She told you that? “ “Yes she did, and she told me all the dirty little details as well. “, Smiley began to reel the big fish in. “Now, don't you go getting all flustered on me. We are adults, and we both know the score. ”, Smiley began to put his plan into action. “Listen to me. I have a business here. It is a special kind of business. I cater to some very special customers who like things, which are a little out of the ordinary. Do you think that you're the only guy who likes pussy? Well let me tell you right now. I got a list of guys who like that sort of thing, which is as long as my right arm. I wouldn't be surprised if you knew them yourself. Where do you think those friends of yours who live out in those fancy estates on Long Island go on a Saturday night? ”, Smiley dangled the bait in front of Chester. Chester sat back in his chair and began to listen to what Smiley was saying. “Sure, we got the regular stuff, and we got all of it that you can handle. On the other hand for our special customers, we have what you might call a Blue Plate Special. These preferred customers all but have the run of the place. That is to say, they are given a sort of passkey. Now, once you become a preferred customer you can order up anything your little heart desires. For you, I am going to give you a special treat. All I ask is that we settle our differences here and now. What do you say? “, Smiley laid it all out on the table for Chester. Weakly, Chester replied, “And you won't harm my daughter? “ “No, of course not! I love your daughter. “, Smiley placed emphasis on the word love. Chester Sandherst sat back and appeared to be considering what has just been offered to him. Smiley Danafio was not only a good businessman he was also a good judge of human nature. He knew that the old man couldn't refuse the offer. He had seen men like Chester who were willing to give up almost everything just for a taste of the sublime. Smiley stood up and walked to his desk. Sitting at his desk, Smiley reached into a desk draw and pulled out what looked like a checkbook. He began to Write, “Here is your passkey. This will introduce you to the pit boss down stairs. I am including a small sum of money so that you can get started in the casino. Also, I am instructing the madam of the house to give you whichever girl you may fancy. There is no hurry. As a preferred customer you can stay as long as you like. You can stay all night if you would like to do so. ” Smiley stood up and walked back to the sitting area. Handing the hand written notes to Chester, Smiley said with a broad grin, “Welcome aboard. “ Chester stood up and took the passkeys and put them into the inside pocket of his jacket. The two men shook hands and the deal was sealed. Smiley led Chester to the front door of the suite. “Ah now about that special thing. I can arrange something for you in a day or two. You just tell me when you are ready. Oh and by the way, let me give you a little tip man to man. For a special like this it is better if you keep yourself very hungry. You know what I mean. Wait until your cock is as hard as a two by four and your balls feel like they are full of lead. Mum it's great that way! “, Smiley opened the door and patted Chester on the back. ” You go and have a good time now, and I'll see you in a couple of days. “, at that, the whirlwind was dispatched and all that was left was a puff of hot air. Smiley went to the telephone. He needed to call someone. He would set up a special for Chester well enough. What he had in mind wasn't a usual roll in the hay. Still, it would be something that Chester wouldn't ever forget. CHAPTER 17 A NEW DEAL: The country was going through economic turmoil. Franklin Delano Roosevelt promised the country a New Deal. The Works Progress Administration (WPA) was created. The Works, which were sponsored by the government, were designed to stimulate the economy. People were put to work in several industries such as construction and the arts. In the construction industry, the Tennessee Valley Authority (the TVA) was busy building flood control dams to aid an economically depressed area of the country. In the arts, people were put to work recording historically significant pieces of art such as books, paintings, and music. The projects saved thousands of people from poverty and despair and enabled Americans all across the country to look forward to a day of prosperity. A new optimism was growing in the country. Still, despair was a part of daily life for many people. On the streets of New York, the Bloody war between the Gallabraizzy and Castalono families still raged. It was business as usual for the two families. It wasn't business as usual for Robert. He had arisen early to begin one of the most significant days of his life. He had a plan, and it still needed some more work. Buried up to his elbows, Robert Solaman sat in the law library studying legal documents. Ordinarily a legal secretary would be doing this kind of work, but it had been months since Robert Solaman could afford anyone to do this kind of work. In fact, it had been months since Robert Solaman could afford a lot of things. Due to the current down draft in the economy, Robert Solaman's business had been suffering terribly and was uttering its' last gasp of life. Bills were piling up. The mortgage on his home in the suburbs, the rent on his office, and sundry other bills threatened to turn Robert Solaman into a candidate for the bread line. It seemed like most of his usual customers were already on the bread line. Each and every day that went by, found Robert Solaman becoming more and more desperate. His daily measure of Scotch had increased to an above normal level. He had taken up the habit of carrying a half-pint bottle of Scotch in the inside pocket of his suit jacket to keep the miseries away. Gazing through blurry blue eyes at a pile of legal documents; Robert struggled to find a way out of his current dilemma. The job for Jane Sandherst was going to be a complicated one. When poor people get married, it is usually no more complicated than jumping the broomstick. On the other hand, when rich people get married there is a great deal more to consider. This was the case with Jane Sandherst. There were trusts, annuities, and real property attached to Mrs. Jane Sandherst Cramer. As Robert studied the documents he thought to himself, “This babe is so rich she probably wouldn't miss a little of it. “ Robert realized that he was actually mumbling to himself out loud. A look around the little library revealed that no one was paying any attention to him. Unlike large well funded law firms who often had their own law libraries, Robert Solaman was obliged to use the public facility provided by the city. The little library was a pleasant enough place to do research. Its' one out standing quality was its' wealth of books on law, which dated as far back as the days of old English common law. Another one of its' qualities was the ability to access documents of public record. Here a person could access any record, which fell into the public domain. This meant that a person who had the appropriate credentials such as a license to practice law in the state of New York could access the most private documents of anyone who lived in the state. Being a lawyer himself, Robert Solaman had such credentials. A plan began to form in Robert's mind. It was something that he remembered from law school. It was one of those things that a student does when he is trying to boost his grade point average. It was an elective course in obscure and obsolete law. Most of the students considered it to be a laughable course in futility. It dealt with writs of transport and possession, which came into the law in the time of English common law. The whole point of the course was to teach the prospective new lawyer to look before he leaped. The emphasis of the reading revealed that some of these old time concepts were in fact still valid law, which was still enforceable in court. Robert decided that perhaps there was a way to convert some of this wealth into a more desirable form. Specifically there might be a way to convert some of this wealth so it found its' way into his own pocket. Robert began to research the private documents of all the parties, which were involved. Quickly he saw that the Sandhersts were no strangers to excellent legal advice. It was apparent that Jane's father used an army of lawyers from his various businesses to construct an iron clad legal shield around the family interests. Next, he inspected the legal position of Jane's husband. It was easy to see why Jane was dumping this loser. There were numerous attachments on everything that this guy owned. Next, he decided to research the legal position of Valinteeno Danafio. At this time, Robert was down to grasping for straws. His lawyer's sense told him that a notorious gangster wouldn't have the intelligence to seek good legal advice. However, school they teach you to be persistent. They teach you to look under every rock. You never know what you may find. Robert began pulling every document, which was associated with Valinteeno Danafio. There were the usual things like birth certificate, driver's license and Social Security number. Leaning back in his chair and becoming weary, Robert's first thought about Danafio's legal position seemed to be accurate. “This guy's legal position is as boring as dirt. “, Robert mumbled audibly. Robert stretched and gave himself a moment to consider the information, which he had obtained. As he sat and analyzed the documents, which were in front of him, Robert's lawyer sense told him that something wasn't quite right. Slapping his right palm to his forehead, Robert said to himself, “I must be slipping. “ Robert's mind went into high gear. Thinking to himself, “How could a guy like this not own anything? It's impossible. Of course, there is only one way. You have someone else own it for you! “ “Now then, if I was a gangster who lived in a world where every one was a thief, who would I trust? Ahh Of course, I would trust a person who was so rich that she didn't have to steel for a living. And who would that be? “, Robert was excitedly mumbling to himself now. Hurriedly, Robert went back over Jane Sandherst's legal position. This time he knew what he was looking for. Wading through a ton of legal mumbow jumbow, the time flew by. After an hour or so, he found it. The document was entitled “V.D. and J.S. Holdings. “ It was the only document, which wasn't a part of Jane's legal shield, which was constructed by her father's lawyers. There it was. Somehow Danafio had gotten Jane Sandherst to sign onto a legal entity, which contained Smiley's hidden wealth. This was the weak link in the chain. Next, Robert accessed the holding companies documents. Sitting at a table in the back of the law library away from the other people, Robert let out a low long whistle. He wondered if Jane knew. It was all there. The documents he was now looking at told a story of significant ill-gotten wealth. It was not the kind of stuff you wouldn't write home to tell mother. This was dangerous stuff. What Robert was contemplating was risky business. Men have been killed over less than this. Converting all of this wealth would be like committing suicide. His courage almost failed him. Then, he thought. What if I convert only a small part of it? The thing needed to be done neatly. Robert began to concentrate. He began to remember about that course in obscure law. He remembered the part about writs of transport and possession. It had to do with real property and widows. Robert left his seat and went in search of a book. He was grateful that this little library had such an extensive collection of books dedicated to old English common law. In one part of the library, there was an entire wall of books full of old law dating all the way back to the kings of England. Using a chair for a ladder, Robert reached up to select the book he was looking for. Covered with a thick coat of dust, the book looked like it had not been used in some time. Robert returned to his seat, and he began to read. He almost laughed aloud when he found the legal instrument, which would do the deed. It was an old writ, which had to do with knights and the Crusades. In those days soldiers of the king's army were allowed to place estates of land in the name of their wife's or their mistress without having to pay tax while they went off to fight in the religious wars. All it needed was a signature from the landholder and his designated heir. It was the boilerplate law of the day. The form was already written out. All it needed was a description of the property and the signature of the main parties. It went out of favor because it was drawn so loosely. It was discovered that it made no mention of soldiers specifically. Therefore, people began using it to transfer property without having to pay the appropriate tax. As time went by the writ got lost in an avalanche of new and more effective law and was totally forgotten. It was never expelled from the books. Therefore it is still law. Robert thought to himself that it is a scattered brain plan, but he thought that he had little to lose. Anyway, once his law practice went belly up he would be dead anyway for all practical purposes. His plan was this. He would construct a bundle of documents for the divorce, and in it he would hide the old writ. He would describe the real property known as the Royal Hotel, and somehow he would get both Smiley and Jane to sign it. Then he would construct accompanying documents to create a perpetual trust. He would need a document, which established Jane Sandherst as Danafio's Mistress. He would have to tell both of them that it was necessary to separate the holding company's assets from Jane's other holdings to accomplish the divorce correctly. It would be all a load of bullshit, but with the blizzard of paperwork that he would throw at them, they wouldn't know the difference. Several documents came to mind. Anything showing that Jane and Smiley were in fact more than friends would do the job. A Hold Harmless document might do the job, if it was worded correctly. All he would have to do is to tell Smiley that he needed such an agreement to keep Jane's husband from getting his hands on the assets of the holding company. Then, A charitable trust donated by a wealthy heiress would move the title of the Royal Hotel away from its' rightful owners. The title of the property known as the Royal Hotel would then disappear into a Blind trust. A trust being created which only one person had access to, Namely Robert Solaman. There was only one major flaw in his plan. In order to transfer the title of the Royal and its' associated cash flow, Smiley Danafio had to die. The Telephone rang at the Sandherst estate and was answered by the butler, “The Sandherst residence, May I help you? “ “This is Robert Solaman calling. May I speak to Misses Cramer? “, Robert asked. “I will see if she is receiving communications this morning. “, was the butler's reply. “Hello Bob “, Jane's voice rambled down through the telephone. “I see that you are up early this morning. “, Robert Solaman replied. “Oh I'm ready to get this all over. You can be sure of that. “, Jane spoke with joyful exuberance. “Jane there is something, which has come up. “, Robert went on. “There are additional documents. “, Robert advised. “So I'll just sign them. “, Jane replied with an upward lilt in her voice. “That's the problem. You see Mister Danafio must sign them also. “, Robert pressed the matter. “I see, so you want me to bring Val with me this afternoon to sign the papers? “, Jane asked. “Yes, it is important that he understands that he must sign all the documents in order to avoid complications. “, Robert went on. “ Jane, you must make it clear to him that if he does not sign all of the documents, he will be in jeopardy of having your husband file an action to claim the assets in the holding company. “, Robert explained. “I understand. I'll call Val as soon as we hang up. Is there anything else? “, Jane pondered. “No, that's it, but you must explain all of this to him so that it will go smoothly. “, Robert concluded. “O K I will. Then, I'll meet you at the Tavern on the Green as we agreed at noon. “, Jane concluded. “Yes, I'll see you there. “ , Robert disconnected. The morning was still young. Jane returned to her bedroom. Still wearing her flimsy red silk pajamas, Jane began to undress in preparation for her morning toilet. This morning she was feeling especially vibrant. Perhaps, it was the thought of her becoming a free woman again. Whatever it was, she liked how she felt. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, Jane began to strip. In a seductive manner, she slowly unbuttoned her top to reveal her pretty tits. Two luscious large well-rounded red nipples poked out from beneath the red silk. It was a habit that she acquired when she was about thirteen. Each day she would apply a red die to her nipples so that they always had that very healthy look. She slipped out of her top and tossed it onto the bed. Standing in front of the mirror while topless, she began to caress her beautiful tits. Using her thumbs to rub her nipples, she began to weigh her heavy large tits. As she did so, she felt moisture gather within her cunt. A hot and seductive glaze appeared in her unusual green eyes. She reached up and unpinned her long platinum blonde hair. Using her hands, she separated her hair allowing it to fall down and across her shoulders as to cover her tits. She hooked her thumbs under her waistband. Slowly and seductively, she pulled her pajama bottoms down. She allowed them to drop onto the floor so that she could step out of them. Now being totally nude, she began to inspect her body. She gazed into the mirror, and she smiled. The Royal Hotel Pt. 3 She said to herself aloud as if talking to the beautiful woman in the mirror, “You are one hot good looking cunt. “ Her eyes moved downward and she inspected the golden triangle between her legs. Her hair there appeared to be made of fine spun gold. She reached for her hair brush. The brush was made of a very dark hard wood. The head of the brush was shaped to resemble a man's testicles. The handle was long and thick, and was shaped like a man's cock. She began to brush her pretty long hair while gazing into the mirror. Holding the long, thick, and almost black handle of the brush, she began to stroke the pretty blonde hair, which cascaded downward across her breasts. Stroking first on one side of her head and then on the other side, the pretty blonde hair seemed to glitter. The seductive smile on her face returned. She brought the brush down to her golden triangle. There, she began to brush her golden mound of spun gold. The soft bristles of the brush made a pleasant sensation as she moved them across her joy button. She spread her legs and slightly bent her knees as to give the brush easy access to her cunt, which now was becoming wet with lust. She reversed the grip on the brush so that the head of the brush covered her cunt. Holding the brush in this position, the brush looked like a black man's cock and balls. She stared into the mirror through glazed eyes at herself. She entered a dreamlike state as she began to work the brush like a man's cock. She began to jerk off like a man would. As she grabbed the cock like handle, her right hand moved up and down working the brush as she dreamed of what it would be like to have a cock like this. She dreamed of being ravaged by a Zulu warrior. She dreamed about having a big black man pinning her down and entering her roughly while he fucked her over and over again. An audible moan exited her lips. She began to move her hips to and fro with the rhythm of lust. The lust overcame her. She leaned into the action of the brush. Her hand was moving rapidly now. Up and down she stroked as she groaned under the influence of her own heat. Retreating from the mirror, she threw herself onto the bed. Assuming a position on her back, she jammed the cock like handle of the brush fully into her cunt. She began to moan loudly now. She was lost in her own lust. She began to fuck herself frantically. She held the head of the brush in both hands while she began to pump herself. As the time came, the pleasure overwhelmed her. Her moans of pleasure became deep throated and heated. "Uuu cock! ", Jane swooned. After pleasuring herself, Jane arose from her bed to start the day. Today was a special day, and she wanted to be in good humor. The Duesenberg Torpedo Roadster sat in the driveway at the Sandherst estate on Long Island. It was an outstanding automobile. Having a distinct style, it had running boards, large wire wheels, side mounted spares, and traditional fender design. The Torpedo Roadster was designed for the well to do who could afford the flowing lines of a two passenger automobile. Often referred to it as my little run about, Jane Sandherst prepared to drive the custom made automobile into the city to meet Robert Solaman and Valinteeno Danafio at the little café adjacent to Central Park. Jane had made this trip into the city on numerous occasions to meet her friends and paint the town red. The canary yellow car never failed to attract attention wherever Jane went. The day promised to be sunny and warm as dawn broke. There was a faint aroma of a sea breeze, which floated off the Long Island Sound. If you listened carefully, you could hear the slapping of rigging of sailboats as they tossed under the influence of wind and wave. On days of ease and recreation, Jane might choose to take the little family sloop out for a sail, but she had more pressing business today. Today was the day she would sign papers of divorce making her a free woman. Smiley Danafio entered the upscale café located in Central Park. Flanked by two of his personal bodyguards, he made an impressive figure. His movie actor looks caused almost every woman in the café to look in his direction. He chose a navy blue sport jacket and matching cream-colored pants in order to capture a casual appearance. His jet-black hair was neatly trimmed, as was his mustache. His dark observing eyes scanned the scene before him. These were the eyes of the predator. The headwaiter approached and asked, “Can I help you sir? “ Smiley replied, “Ya I am looking for a beautiful blonde. “ With this remark Smiley's bodyguards chuckled and laughed. “Certainly sir, walk this way. “, the waiter fell into a slow walk leading the three men through the café. Already seated, Jane and Robert were enjoying the second of two rounds of fine Scotch whiskey. Robert was wearing one of the English tweeds, which was rendered as compensation from one of his bankrupted clients. Jane was her usual glittering self. This afternoon, she chose a very low cut and form fitting dress, which accented every curve. Her beautiful tits all but threaten to spill out of the emerald green dress. “You must be Robert Solaman? “, Smiley asked as he approached the table. Robert stood to shake the hand, which was being offered. “Yes, and you must be Mister Danafio? “, the two men shook hands and sat at the table. Placing his arm around Jane, Danafio whispered, “Hey Baby, don't you know that you can get arrested going around looking like that? “ “I think that I look rather good, if you don't mind. “, Jane remarked with a smile on her pretty face. Smiley shot back, “The vice cops are going to think that you're a hooker. “ Jane gave Smiley a piercing look and said, “Darling no hooker would be wearing a ring like this. “ Jane raised her left hand to her cheek posing like a model as the large diamond and emeralds glittered off the café lighting. The two laughed as Smiley said, “Ya you got me there baby. “ Turning around and looking over his right shoulder, Smiley dismissed the two bodyguards with a low growl, “You two guys get lost for a while. We got some business to take care of. “ This was the moment that Robert Solaman was waiting for. It was now or never. Robert's gut turned over with fear as he gazed across the table at one of the most feared men in New York City. Fortified by the Scotch, Robert began, “Mister Danafio I have asked Jane to bring you here today to settle a legal matter. ” With a wave of his hand Smiley broke into a grin and said, “Look you don't call me Mister Danafio. Just call me Val like Jane does. We are all friends here; right? “ “Well, yes O K Val. Jane has told me that you know all the details of the divorce. Umm while I was researching the documents, I came across a problem. ”, Robert put both of his hands under the table as his hands began to shake with fear. “Well, why don't you just tell me what it is all about. “, Smiley encourage. “Ah well, Mister, I mean Val there is the matter of the holding company. ”, Robert's mouth became dry as the fear took hold of him. Gulping a Scotch, he tried to contain himself. At the mention of the holding company Smiley became stoned faced. “How do you know about the holding company? “, Smiley shot a serious look across the table at Robert. The voice in Robert's head said, “This is it. It's now or bust. Well Val, you see we lawyers are trained to take care of the details in a case like this. When Jane came to me and asked me to perform a divorce, I knew that there would be complications. People like Jane have complex legal profiles. So I set out to research Jane's profile, and sure enough, the holding company popped out at me. You see Val since you and Jane are connected in this company; it creates an opening for Jane's husband. Be assured; once I file the papers, Jane's husband will counter sue. His lawyer will find just what I did. The thing is Val; Jane's husband has the right to attach the assets in the holding company. This is a very undesirable position. In plain English, it means that Jane's husband will become your partner, and he will own one half or so of the assets in the company. “ Robert sat back in his chair and took a deep breath while Smiley absorbed the information. In an instant, Smiley became aggressive, “Nobody steels from me! ” A dark look came over Smiley's face. There was murder in that look. Robert began again, “O K I see that you understand what I'm talking about. ” “Fortunately. “, Robert purposely accented and paused after the word fortunately. “I have a solution. I have drawn up some documents, which will get around the problem. Once you sign the documents, you will be in the clear. Now! I have the papers with me and you two can sign them. Once you sign, this little problem will just disappear. “, Robert's heart was beating like a big bass drum. Robert reached for his brief case and placed it on his lap. Opening the case and reaching into it, he took out a large bundle of documents. It was part of Robert's plan to blind them with a blizzard of paper work. He knew from experience that after signing ten or fifteen documents, most people stopped reading the documents. Robert carefully arranged the documents in a specific order. On the top was a bunch of legal and purposely boring bullshit. About three quarters down the pile was the old writ and its' accompanying documents. If he could get them to sign the writ, and get away with his life, he would be in the clear. Robert held the pile of documents in both hands, and he purposely thumped them onto the table with a loud thud. Both Jane and Smiley groaned with the knowledge that they would be there signing documents for some time. Robert smiled broadly and said, “Well, this is the law. It may not be exciting, but it is necessary. “ Robert placed the pile of documents in front of the two people and handed them a pen. “Just sign where the X is, and we'll be out of here in no time. “, Robert advised. “I just can't sign without reading. “, Smiley protested. Robert was expecting this, “Help yourself. By the way, it took me all this morning to proof read the documents, so that I could be sure that they are accurate. “ The two people began. True to form both Smiley and Jane began to sign documents without reading after about ten or so documents. The signing session went on for about an hour or so, and after it was over the two had signed every document in the pile. The afternoon's work was over, and the three people said their goodbyes in a congenial manner. The night was approaching now. Robert congratulated himself by entertaining a quart of twelve-year old Scotch at his home in the suburbs. Jane returned to her father's estate on Long Island after an afternoon of hot sex with Smiley, and the deed was done. CHAPTER 18 THE STING: The telephone rang and Chester answered. It was the telephone call which he was waiting for. Smiley had promised him something special, and Chester was all but beside himself at the thought of it. The voice on the telephone said, "Hello Chester it's smiley. Well my friend, would you like to have a hot date with two beautiful babes? " Chester replied, "I'm always interested in good pussy. Are these babes the real deal? " Smiley, "Oh, wait until you get a look at them. Hay, does Smiley ever let you down? No! When it comes to good pussy, you are talking to the man. Now you listen to me. I have gone out of my way to find the best for you. We are talking prime pussy. High class stuff! And let me tell you, I had to put out a shit load of money to come by this kind of quality. Here's the deal. You show up here tonight about midnight, and I'll have everything fixed for you. And don't worry. Everything is on the house tonight." Chester, "I understand. I'll be there. " Smiley, "O K I'll see you then. In the mean time, you get your cock good and hard. Don't let me down now. " Chester, "I won't. I'm good and ready, and they better be what you say they are. " The two disconnected, and Smiley placed the telephone's receiver upon its' cradle as he addressed the group of people which were standing in front of his desk. Standing in front of his desk were two beautiful women and one real tough looking guy. "All right it's on for tonight. ", Smiley began. There was Sammy who was going to be the gaff. There was Sherry who was going to be the bait, and Mary was going to be the shill. Smiley had chosen well. These folks were in fact some of the best confidence game players that money could buy. Each of them were professional scam artists. Smiley began, "All right, the sucker is primed. This pigeon is ripe for the plucking. Now, I want you all to play your parts to the hilt. You gals, I want you to lay it on thick. " Sherry asked, "Do we really got to fuck this guy? " Smiley replied, "That's what I'm paying you for. This guy has to believe it. This guy is no dummy. Now, go and get ready." Sammy asked, "How will I know when it's time? " Smiley answered, "You go and hide in the badger hole with the camera man, and when you see the girls are all undressed then you make your move. " Smiley reached into the top right draw of his desk and took out a big black pistil. Talking to Sammy, he said, "Take this. The boys made it as loud as hell. Once you pull the trigger, it will sound like a cannon. Make sure that you point it right at her. It's got to look real. Now, don't worry. It's loaded with blanks. I checked it myself. " It was time. The players assumed their places as Chester made his way into the hotel. Being greeted by Smiley, Chester was ushered through the crowd on their way to the crowded bar. Waiting in the hotel's bar were Sherry and Mary. Each woman was dressed to the maximum. Mary chose a skin tight floor length black gown. The sexy dress accented her big tits. In fact, the dress just covered her nipples. Covering her shoulders was a mink stole. Her honey colored blonde hair was pinned up as to accent the clear sparkling stones of the drop earrings. Around her neck was a matching necklace which was made of the same clear sparkling stones. Mary's sparkling blue eyes, her pretty face, and her well packed body made her a real knock out. Sherry chose an emerald green gown. It too was low cut. The dress accented her pretty green eyes. Her pretty red hair was arranged in a long style. She also wore drop earrings and a matching necklace, but the stones were more green than clear sparkle. Instead of a mink stole, Sherry wore a cream colored shawl. Sherry's beauty was more subtle than Mary's, but she was every bit as pretty as Mary. Each woman wore high heals as to make them appear taller and more imposing. Chester asked, "where are they? " Smiley pointed, "There, the blonde and the redhead. The redhead is called Sherry, and the blonde is named Mary. " Chester remarked, "Not bad! Look at the tits on that blonde! I guess you wasn't kidding. " Smiley and Chester approached the two women. Smiley made the introduction, "Girls this is Chester. He is a good friend of mine, so I want you to take good care of him. Well I'll leave you love birds to yourselves. I have business to attend to. Chester, I'll see you later. Until then, have a good time. " Smiley went on his way while the two women each grabbed an arm holding Chester fast. Sherry spoke first, "Hi handsome. I understand that you want to have a good time. What do you say sweets? " Chester was very pleased with Smiley's choice. He might have guessed that Chester liked big tits, but he couldn't know that Chester had a thing for redheads. Chester said, "How could I have anything but a good time with two beautiful babes like you. " Mary spoke now as she rubbed her tits against Chesters arm, "Well baby, Shall we go up to the room? Everything is all arranged so let's go. " Sherry said, "He's ready. Look at that bulge in his pants. I had better get you out of that very expensive tuxedo honey before you hurt yourself. " Chester was falling for the bait line hook and sinker. He started to glow with lust. In fact, he did have a hard on, and all of his good sense was leaving on the next train to la la land. Chester was becoming intoxicated with the two women. Each woman began staring intensely into Chester's eyes. He could smell their perfume, hear the purr in their voices, and feel their bodies as they rubbed themselves up against his legs. Feeling all this wonderful sensation, Chester just remained motionless. Sherry smiled as she said, "Oh don't tell me he is shy? Well I'll fix that right now! " While still in the crowded hotel bar, Sherry reached down and grabbed Chester's cock. She took a big hand full of Chester's cock, and she squeezed hard. The sensation went right to Chester's brain, and he was immediately lost to the lust fever. Next, Sherry whispered into his ear, "You want to fuck? " Dumbly Chester mumbled, "Da ya! " With that Sherry nodded to Mary, and the two women took Chester to the room. The scam was working just as they had planned. Chester at this time was all but out of his mind with lust, and he was being led around by his balls by the two women. He at this time was only able to mumble in one syllable words since his brain was on vacation. The room was one of the specials. It contained a large bed, nice furniture, and a bathroom. It was large allowing plenty of room to move around, and it was very comfortable. There was no way for Chester to know that just on the other side of the wall opposite the bed was a hidden chamber. Moreover, there was no way for Chester to know that in that chamber was a hidden camera which would record every little detail of this night. Mary went to the dressing table and poured Chester a very large Scotch whiskey. She said, Here baby, drink this. It will get you in the mood. " Chester obediently downed the strong drink. From the other side of the room, Chester heard Sherry say, "Come on baby, pull it out and show us what you got! " With a broad smile, Chester was happy to comply. He pulled his zipper down, and he reached into his pants as to let his cock fall out. Chester was no slouch in the cock department. In fact, he was nicely hung. Both women made cooing noises as they viewed Chester's cock, "Ooo nice baby. Uuu I'm going to suck that thing of yours honey until you pass out baby. " The women began to strip for Chester. "Look at this baby. Look at this honey. You want some cunt sweets. ", The women began to tease Chester. Mary began to swing her ass in a dance as she held her big tits in her hands. Holding her tits up invitingly as she said, "Yours baby! All meat, a real treat! " Both women were now totally nude, and they were letting Chester have it with full force. Chester began to grab at his tuxedo to make himself ready. While he undressed, Sherry jumped upon the bed and assumed the position. She lay upon her back with her legs up such that her toes were pointing toward the ceiling. She began to buck up and down as if she was fucking. She began to command Chester, "Fuck me you cock! Jam it in me! " Chester leaped onto the bed, and he covered Sherry with all of his strength. He began to tongue kiss Sherry like a love hungry teenager. Mary moved into position as to accommodate the action. Holding Chester's cock in her hand she said, "Let me help you baby. " Mary pushed Chester's cock into Sherry's pussy. That done, she began to massage Chester's balls as he began fucking Sherry madly. Then there was a loud bang and a crash. The door of the room burst open. The force of the blow knocked the door off its' top hinge. Standing there was Sammy. In An extremely menacing way, Sammy slowly walked into the room. He dressed the part of the gangster. He was wearing a double breasted, pin striped, blue suit. On his head was a white fedora. A white shirt, a black tie, and highly polished black shoes which topped off the look. Sammy was a big man, and his gruff features made him look dangerous. The Royal Hotel Pt. 4 CHAPTER 19 GWEETO ROSELLI SPEAKS FROM THE GRAVE: The Morning was bright and cheery. I opened my eyes to see Beverly who was scrambling under the covers of our bed. I lay on my back making believe that I was still asleep. I could feel her big tits rub across my left leg as she positioned herself between my legs. We had fallen asleep while still in the nude after another terrific love making session of the night before. We had come back from the badger hole where we poked a hole in the wall of a secret compartment to see a hidden body. We sat in our room discussing what to do. We agreed to work on my father's coded notes all the next morning. By now, we were sure that the key to the puzzle lies within the notes. We had made deep inroads into the notes, and we were learning some things, which were very interesting. I let out a little moan as I felt Beverly's warm, moist, wonderful mouth take my balls. She lay on her belly with her arms under my thighs as she sucked my balls. My cock rose to its' full length under Beverly's influence. I could hear a little giggle as she worked my balls. This woman was laughing at me. She knew that I couldn't resist what she was doing to me. In the short time that we had been together, Beverly had learned the combination to my desire, and she was turning the dial to unlock my hidden treasure. Like a skillful burglar, she stole me again. I had never come that way. Without even touching my cock, Beverly forced the spurts of joy juice out of me. "Good morning Nicky boy. Ooo look here Nicky got a big cock again. You want I should ride it again? I am sure you wouldn't mind if I do. Have I told you that you have a big beautiful cock?" Beverly began to play with my cock as she kissed and licked it. She caressed my cock in her hands and made love to it. She started staring with those beautiful blue eyes. Still holding my cock in her hands, she licked the full length of my cock like it was an ice cream pop. Using the tip of her tongue, she tickled the tip of my cock with light quick flicks of her tongue. "This is what they call a butterfly. ," she said. The sensation drove me into lust heaven. I could hear a low rumbling laugh emitting from Beverly's throat as she climbed onto her feet. She straddled me using the headboard of the bed to steady herself. Holding my cock in her right hand, she aimed the tip of my cock at her pussy. She rubbed the tip of my cock against her pussy lips teasing me. She had my full attention now. "You like that? Guess what? I think that I'll just shotgun you. ," she said playfully. At that, she dropped down onto my cock in one fast movement. She slammed me into herself fully. The sensation was outstanding. "And you like that too, don't you?" Beverly was at her playful best. The look of joy on her face was wonderful. Her long honey colored hair hung down across her shoulders as she leaned forward to work me with her pussy. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled, and her smile revealed a row of perfectly arranged white teeth. My insides turned to butter as she churned me. Up and down back and forth, she worked me. "Oo you're ready to come. ," she chuckled. She was right. My cock was straight hard in her, and my balls started to throb. There is nothing better than a morning hard on, unless that hard on is being worked by a woman who truly loves cock. I began to bellow like a rutting animal as I irrupted within her. "That's it! Give it to me big boy! Give it all to me I want it! Aouw! Fuck me Nick fuck me baby! ," Beverly commanded. Strong waves of pleasure overwhelmed me. I began coming like a volcano blasting hot rocks into her. As the pleasure subsided, I became limp on the bed. Beverly leaped off me, and with a taunt she said, "Last one in the bath is a monkey's uncle. " We frolicked in the old bathtub for a while, and Beverly came three times, and I managed to come one more time. We dressed casually in jeans and tee shirts. It was time to go to work. We had planned to finish decoding my father's notes this morning. We had become better at working the code, and the information was coming out fluently now. We had carried the notes with us from my apartment on the second floor at the Blue Note to the hotel room. We guarded the bundle of notes with the utmost care. I knew that if my father had gone through all this trouble to create and code them, there was something very important hidden within them. I might have thought that it was just my imagination, but as I watched Beverly's facial expressions, I knew that she was reading fact not fiction. We made ourselves comfortable in the room so that we could work on the notes. We were hard at work on the notes for about an hour or so. It was Beverly who spoke first, "Nick, I think that I should read this to you. " Beverly began to read aloud, "Son if you are reading this I am dead. Nick I know that I may have not been the best father a guy could have, but I tried to do the best I could. Guys like us don't always get it right, and things don't always work out like you plan. This is why I have written it all down for you to read. Ha ha you remembered the spy game and the code didn't you? You always were a smart kid kiddo! And you figured out the baseball book too ah? "So anyway, I started all of this on a tip from some deadbeat crapshooter who couldn't pay his viggerish. He told me that he came into some valuable information that I could make something out of it. At first I thought that it was all bull shit, until I started nosing around. The whole thing sounded like a fairy tale, but the more I dug the more I realized that this was the real thing. "This thing goes all the way back to the time when your grandfather was whacked outside Victor's lounge. That's when I got really interested. You know what it is like being in the family. If one of your guys gets it, you are supposed to do something about it. You're supposed to make it right. That's really how this got started. Your grandfather got it in a war between the Castalonos and the Gallabraizzys. You know Nick, I never really knew who whacked my father until now, but after all these years there was nobody to go after to settle the score. It turns out that my father was whacked by some old time gangster who went by the name of Smiley Danafio. Killing my father, made this cock sucker a made man in the family. Soon after the hit on my father, Danafio was put in charge of the cathouses and a hotel called the Royal. I figured that after all these years that was the end of it. It was just by a stroke of luck that I stumbled across some old legal documents, which made me realize that this old hotel was still in business. "Would you believe this Nick, I looked it up in the telephone book, and there it was. The Royal was listed along with its' telephone number and its' address. In the old days, the Royal Hotel was a front for the Castalono's. You know, they had the whole thing going. Babes, booze, and gambling were making them rich, but that was only just part of the scam. The Castalono's were into blackmail in a big way. "You know me Nick; I got a nose for finding where the money is. When I realized that they were into blackmail, I had an idea that maybe some of this cash was still floating around. I figured that the deadbeat had put me on to something good. That's when I really started to work at uncovering the truth. Now get this. The Castalono's were blackmailing some of the richest and most powerful families back then. If you are wondering why I have gone to all this trouble to create this secret document, just look at the names on the list of people who are being blackmailed. There is something else. You will find copies of some legal documents. These are the documents, which I mentioned before. You know that I don't know anything about legal shit, so I hired a guy to read them to me. It has to do with the ownership of the Royal Hotel. It turns out that this Smiley character owned the hotel, until some sheister lawyer by the name of Robert Solaman stole it away from him with some kind of a trust. "Now get this. This Solaman starts to live large from the profits from the Royal hotel. Then Solaman gets scammed by a couple of lawyers who are even more crooked then he is! They steal the ownership of the Royal Hotel, and they become Sirocco Holdings. It's all there Nick; The names and the numbers. Go to see and talk to a woman by the name of Jane Sandherst. She was Smiley Danafio's girl friend. She is still alive and living at the Sandherst estate on Long Island. She can tell you what you need to know. "So, when I realized who I was dealing with, I knew that I was in danger. These people don't fool around . It's up to you now son. If you're reading this you know that I failed. I know that you will do the right thing Nick. I love you son. Your loving father Gweeto. " I sat back in my chair feeling the impact of my father's words. So that's what it was all about. It was all about blackmail. It was all becoming clear now. The badger holes with their peepholes were created to spy on rich people while they were having sex. It was all about scandal. Rich people who were afraid to get their names in the newspapers. All of this had to do with rich people who were afraid to offend their neighbors while they kept up appearances. Beverly and I sat quietly as we absorbed the implications of my father's work. My father had found a rat hole that went all the way back to the nineteen thirties. More then that, the current owners of the Royal Hotel were still servicing it. That is to say, the current owners of the Royal Hotel were still blackmailing the same victims, and business was being conducted as usual. A heavy burden fell upon me. I had started out to find the killers who whacked my father. I realized now that there was more to it. Now it was up to me to make it right, and that's just what I was going to do. After the fight in front of the hotel, I had a good idea who I was looking for. The thug with the jailhouse weapon had told me more than I'd realized. With this new information, I started to piece it together. The thug told me that a couple lawyer types hired him. My father was telling me about a law firm called Sirocco Holdings. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out. The guys who had my father whacked, and the guys who sent those two thugs after me were the same guys who own this old hotel; Namely, Sirocco holdings. Beverly and I set to work on the notes with vigor. I wanted to know the names of the owners of Sirocco Holdings. I also wanted to know just who was being blackmailed by these parasites. "Here is the list Nick. ," Beverly indicated that she had found the coded notes, which contained the names of the people who were being blackmailed. It was a little bundle all of its' own. We divided the little bundle into two parts so that we could get the information out quicker. "Wouwzer! Are you seeing what I am seeing?" I remarked to Beverly. "Yep I know some of these people from the celebrity press. ," Beverly replied. The list read like a social register of the rich and famous. These were rich and powerful people whose wealth went as far back as the thirties, and in some cases, even farther back than that. The list was arranged such that the name appeared along with its' offence: Theodore Bowbisen (Homosexual son who was filmed having sex with another man while snorting cocaine) Mary Foxworthy (Misses Mary Foxworthy is filmed having sex with a young black man) Senator James hanks (Prostitutes and bondage) Camilla Morgen (Teenage daughter impregnated by a male prostitute) The list was long and became more detailed as it was developed further on. There was one name, which was especially highlighted. The name of Chester Sandherst was set off with extra emphasis. "Didn't my father mention a woman by the name of Sandherst?" I asked Beverly. "Ya umm Jane Sandherst. She is the one that he wanted you to go and talk to.," Beverly replied. "Why?" Beverly asked. I pointed out the special notation; "There is a special mark on this one. There are a couple of initials. There is a star next to the letters E M, and the name Chester Sandherst is set off from the others. It must mean something, or my father would have grouped this name with the other names. " We plodded on, working as fast as we could. "BINGO!" I yelled out loudly. I read aloud to Beverly in an excited voice, "and the current owners of Sirocco holdings are Abraham Gordon and Joseph Horiwitz. " I said to Beverly, "We have them! These are the sons of bitches that killed my father. Well, if they didn't do it themselves they hired someone to do it for them. " "What are you going to do?" Beverly asked. I became excited knowing the names of these low lifes. "We shall see what we shall see. ," I tossed a knowing glance at Beverly. Decoding the legal documents proved to be a real ball buster. I could envision my father cursing in Italian while he was doing this. He had a habit of doing that when he got frustrated. It was double trouble decoding this legal bullshit mostly because you couldn't understand what the hell you were reading. "Let me.," Beverly took the documents after they were decoded. I looked at Beverly with a quizzical glance. "I was studying to become a legal secretary in school. " , she remarked. Here it was again brains and beauty I thought. It only served to remind me that this woman was very special. Beverly began to read the documents. By the pained expression on her face, I could tell that whatever she was reading was very complicated. I sat back in my chair and waited while Beverly examined the documents. Every so often, she would let out a little mumble of, "Oh "or "I'll be damned. " By this time, I was burning to know what the hell was going on. Finally, she finished reading and sat back in her chair and let out a puff of air as to say "that's tiring " "Well, what is it?" I could no longer restrain myself. Beverly began to explain, "Wow! Well it's a little unbelievable. It is also very complicated. It has to do with a trust, but it's not just an ordinary trust. You are not going to believe this, but it is an old English common law trust, which grants a perpetual ownership of land and improvements. If I understand this correctly, the ownership of this hotel was transferred unknowingly from the original owner and his heirs. The thing is that it requires the death of the current owner before title can be transferred. It seems that this guy named Solaman created this trust to benefit himself. At the time, Valinteeno Danafio also known as Smiley owned the hotel. As I understand it, this lawyer must have been very desperate to even try this. The whole thing was a big gamble. In order to transfer the title of the hotel Danafio had to die. We might be looking at a plot to kill Smiley Danafio. " I asked, "Since when do lawyers go around gunning down mobsters? " Beverly replied, "I don't know, but the title of this hotel found its' way into Solaman's possession, and later it was transferred again. Would you like to guess as to where it wound up? " I said with a satirical lilt in my voice, "Let me guess umm Sirocco Holdings? " "You got it. ," Beverly agreed. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together now. My father had set out to avenge his father's death while trying to make some cash. Unfortunately for my father it overcame him. He was in over his head, and it killed him. As far as the people who were being blackmailed were concerned, scandal was their biggest fear. They sat in their rich houses keeping up appearances while people like my father killed himself trying to make a living. Still, even rich uncaring people need to be protected from the bloodsuckers among us. People have a right to their privacy, and when that privacy is stolen away from them something needs to be done. I looked at Beverly and said, "Well, I think we need to take a trip out to Long Island to see Jane Sandherst. What do you say? " Beverly agreed by saying, "I'll get ready right away. We can be there by this afternoon. " "O K let's get going. ," I agreed. With that we prepared for the trip. CHAPTER 20 JANE SANDHERST: We hurried down to the train station. There we purchased tickets for the journey to Long Island, and we had something to eat at the concession stand while we waited for our train. The old train station took on a different feel to it this being daytime. When we came through here for the first time it was almost nighttime, and the old train station was deserted. Now in the day time, there were people moving around and talking as they waited for their train. There were familiar hums of machinery, and there were sounds of car horns blaring outside along with the sounds of buses coming and going. You could also detect the aroma of frying hamburgers being cooked on the grill at the concession stand. While Beverly visited the ladies, I strolled down the hallway to visit the waiting room where our young Romeo from the other night was banging his girl friend. I didn't know what I was expecting, but since I had a few moments to kill I thought that I'd just take a look around. I had gotten the idea that this neighborhood was one of those hot spots where a lot of things are going on right out in plain view if you know what to look for. The stroll up and down the main street of this neighborhood the night before told me that sex was readily available around here. As I moved through the train station, I noticed certain people who seemed to just be hanging around, not appearing to be waiting for a train. This is what I call the under current of these kind of neighborhoods. These kinds of neighborhoods are multileveled. There are the people who go about doing their every day business, and there are the regulars. The regulars stake out a neighborhood as a playground. The game is impersonal sex, and the regulars are the players. They know each other, but to the unknowing eye, the regulars are invisible. The purpose of the game is a quick sexual encounter. I looked into the waiting room to see nothing out of the ordinary. I noticed a public telephone so I thought that I would call the Blue Note to ask Jackamo if he had found out anything important. As I was making my telephone call, I noticed two men who seem to disappear from view at the end of the hallway. After the other night, I became concerned. Like the other night outside of the hotel, the two thugs lay in wait for me. I decided that I would take a look just in case. I quietly hung the ear peace of the telephone up into its' little cradle and walked toward the hidden men. As I approached, I could hear some familiar sounds. I was immediately relieved. A smile appeared upon my face. These two guys weren't out to hurt anybody. In fact it was just the opposite. Tucked away in a hidden corner of the hallway, one of the guys was down on his knees while he sucked his partner's cock. His partner stood with his back leaning against the wall. His zipper was down, and he was giving his friend cock. I thought to myself, it must be a usual occurrence around here because the two men paid no attention to me as I stood there and watched the spectacle. As I turned around and went back to the telephone, I could hear good time Charley moan his release into his friend's mouth. I dialed the telephone again. "Ya it's me. What did you find out?" I asked Jackamo. " "Every body I talked to was very closed mouthed about it. I am afraid that it cost you heavy boss. I had to grease a lot of palms to get anything. ," Jackamo explained. Jackamo went on to tell me what I wanted to know. He had found the mob connection. After reading my father's coded notes, I suspected as to who it might be, but I needed to know for sure. The name Paul Castalono rumbled down through the telephone. The Royal Hotel Pt. 4 "And get this. He is the grandson of Alfred Castalono who was the leader of the Castalono family in the nineteen thirties. ," Jackamo spoke in an excited manner. "Good work my friend. I'll see you later. ," I hung up the telephone, and I went looking for Beverly. Well, it was all connected. The gangsters, the crooked lawyers, and the Royal Hotel were involved in an elaborate plot to blackmail some rich socialites. God only knows how much money has gone down this rat hole. It was no wonder why this old hotel was still in business after all these years. An unpleasant thought came into my head as I put the pieces of the puzzle together. There was only one piece missing. I had a good idea as to what and where that piece may be hidden, but I didn't want to believe it. I returned to the lobby of the train station to see Beverly looking around for me. "Oh there you are. I thought that I lost you." , Beverly remarked. I replied, "No you didn't lose me. I was just making a telephone call." The trip on the train out to Long Island was slow and scenic, but tiring. The car in which we were seated was about half full. To break the boredom of the train ride, Beverly came upon an Idea. "Let's sit in the back of the car where nobody can see us, and I'll blow you all the way out to Long Island." So that's what we did. Beverly began playing with my cock. We sat in the corner of the seat hugging like a couple of lovers, and she unzipped my pants to reach in to stroke my cock. Beverly would, every so often, nip down to my cock for a lick and suck, all the time with a big shit-eating grin on her face. We played with each other like a couple of teenagers having a severe case of the hots. I would try to hide my cock from view, but Beverly would pull it out into full view. She would wave it around in a daring way. We had to muffle our laughter so as to not attract attention to ourselves. Sitting a few seats ahead of us was an old prudish looking woman. We were both mindful of her. She was wearing a ridiculous hat, which reminded you of a bowl of fruit. It was round with a broad brim. Mixed in with the fruit were here and there daisies. Her dress was equally ridiculous. It was a loud flowery print reminiscent of a latter day fashion. Her face was extremely wrinkled and reminded you of a prune. Beverly whispered into my ear, "She looks like the cock police. " "Be quiet you bad girl ," I implored. Beverly began making little zinging noises as she pointed my cock at the old prude. She pointed my cock at the woman as if it was a ray gun like in the old space movies, and she began to make ray gun sounds as if she was shooting her victim down. "Stop it, she will see us. ," I whispered a laugh into Beverly's ear. Peeking in our direction, the old woman got a good eye full of my cock. A look of horror appeared upon her face. "Oh Shit, we're in for it now. ," I whispered in Beverly's ear. Horrors upon horrors the old bag got up out of her seat and we could see that she was clutching a bible. Armed with the bible, she confronted us. "You two are just despicable. " The old prune spoke in a high pitched wine as her head bobbed up and down like a chicken. "You two should be locked up somewhere. Good people shouldn't have to be afraid of the likes of you! It says it right here. You will see. You two will burn in hell! " Waving the bible at us, the indignant woman exited the car in a huff. As soon as she was gone we began laughing out loud. The poor woman seemed to be so challenged as to be ludicrous. "I told you we would get in trouble. ," I said to Beverly as I zipped up. As we were recovering from the assault of the bible toting gun slinger, a woman approached us. "Oh no not another one. ," I whispered as Beverly giggled again. This woman appeared to be less offended as to what we were doing. She was dressed in a conservative business suit. She was dressed in a nice gray tweed jacket and skirt, and her white silk blouse showed a modest bit of cleavage. A nice strand of pearls surrounded her neck. Her snow white hair was perfectly arranged into a bun, and her ears were adorned with a pair of drop pearls, which matched her pearl necklace perfectly. Her unusual green eyes seemed to be clear and bright. You had to look closely before you could tell that she was a woman of advanced years. There was still evidence of the beautiful woman that she once was. "Don't pay any attention to her. She comes around here all the time. We all just call her bible Betty. Just ignore her. ," the pretty old woman said. "Oh well, thank you. ," we replied. "I could tell what you two were doing, and I must admit that if I was your age I'd be tempted to carry on like that too. ," she smiled at us with a knowing nod. Beverly and I nodded our agreement cordially. She gave us another smile, and she pointed at me and said, "You have good taste honey. She's a hot one isn't she? " I laughed in appreciation. The pretty old woman said," You know we're not all like bible Betty around here. Some of us can still appreciate a good piece of ass now and again. " With her back turned toward to front of the car, the old lady slipped up her skirt to show us her sexy under garments. Hidden under her conservative tweed business suit was nothing but a black silk garter belt, which held up her stockings. I was amazed. For a woman of her years, she still had a hot cunt. Her snow white bush was perfectly trimmed into a triangle. Looking strait at me she said, "Remember, the older the fiddle; the sweeter the song. " We all had a good laugh as she dropped her skirt to become respectable again. The train was now pulling into the station, and the pretty old lady said, "Well, this is my stop. So, I'll say good bye now." Before she could leave the car, we both said, "Oh well, this is our stop too." As the train came to a full stop, the three of us disembarked. The three of us stood on the train station platform and waved good bye. Beverly and I went off to secure a ride at the rent a car company. All the way out here on Long Island, there is only one way to get around, and that is to drive your own car. So, I rented a rattle trap at the little rent a car booth. Armed with a local map, we set off to fine the Sandherst estate. "Look at that limo," I said to Beverly as we started on our way. Beverly replied," They got money out here." Leaving just before us was one of those very expensive chauffeur driven English limousines. We both wondered to whom it belonged to. Through trial and error, we finally found the Sandherst estate. It was an impressive affair. We drove up the long driveway to a Mansion. The driveway terminated into a circular round about containing a flowing fountain. The house was large by any measure, and it was painted a pretty robin's egg blue. The estate was expansive, and the large house was surrounded by several gardens. The day turned out to be sunny and warm, and there was a slight breeze coming off the Long Island Sound. While you inhaled the air, you detected a faint fragrance of Salt water and flowers. Off in the distance you could see the yacht club with its' sail boats bobbing with the influence of the wind and waves. We parked the rental car at the front door. As we walked to the front door, I noticed a large garage opposite the house. "Look over there.," I said to Beverly. Parked in the garage was the identical limousine, which we saw leaving the train station. We knocked on the front door, and we were greeted by a butler dressed in formal attire. "I'm Nick Rose, and this is my friend Beverly." , I responded. "We would like to speak to Jane Sandherst.," I continued. "Please follow me.," the dignified gray haired man said. The butler brought us into the house, and we sat in a small anteroom while we waited. We had not long to wait, when Jane Sandherst entered the room. "Oh my dear, it is you two from the train. What a coincidence." , the pretty older woman spoke. Standing in the little anteroom was the pretty green eyed woman who gave us a peak at her honey pot. "Please let me introduce myself. I am Nick Rose, and this is my friend Beverly. We have come here to talk to you about a matter of some concern." I moved forward and offered my hand in friendship. As we shook hands, I could tell that the lady was a bit embarrassed. I was sure that she never expected to see us ever again when she lifted her skirt on the train. "Well I'm Jane Sandherst, and I want to assure you young man that I am not in the habit of going around showing myself off as I did today. It was just that I saw the two of you engaging in love play and it took me back to a time when I was a somewhat wilder young woman." , she said. I began to speak, "May I call you Jane?" She nodded, "Yes please call me Jane." "In fact, it is about your younger and wilder days, which has brought us here today." I could see a look of concern, which appeared on her face. I asked politely, "May we have some of your time so we may talk?" With a transformation, the kindly little old lady changed into a steely eyed businesswoman. "Then let me introduce myself to you. I am the head of this family, what is left of it, and I am the major stock holder of Sandherst Industries.," she said. "We have come here about a matter, which involves our mutual benefit." I moved quickly to put her at ease. "In that case, follow me into the library where we can talk in privacy." Jane turned and began walking while she led us out of the small anteroom into a long hallway. Beverly and I were extremely impressed with the interior of the mansion. The walk through the house revealed numerous works of art, which were of priceless value. The interior design of the house indicated a masculine influence. The walls were paneled with rich hard woods, which gave off a sense of power and influence. The floors were covered with thick luxurious carpet. Recently cut flowers from the gardens were strategically placed, and they gave off a pleasant aroma of the out doors. We were seated in a comfortable brown leather couch in the library, and Jane sat at a large executive desk, which was placed in the center of the room. Dozens of leather bound books adorned the book shelves in the library. A quick glance revealed the titles and authors of very famous works of literature as well as some rare first editions. "You say that you have come here to talk to me about the old days?" Jane asked. I began to start our conversation, "You have a wonderful home here." "This was my father's home. Most of the furniture and the interior design can be attributed to him. ," Jane settled into the business at hand. "Misses Sandherst ," I Began. She interrupted, "Call me Jane, young man. " I started to tell her my story, "Jane I am the grandson of Nick Roselli. " At the mention of my grandfather's name Jane's head moved upward indicating that I had caught her attention. "I see that you recognize the name. " "Yes I recognize that name. ," Jane indicated. With a tremble in her voice, Jane said, "That name takes me back a very long time. I haven't thought about those days in a very long time. I was a much different woman then. " I began again, "What I am about to tell you goes all the way back to those days. Not too long ago, my father was gunned down in one of his favorite restaurants. " Jane asked, "Are you some kind of a gangster, Mister Rose? " "I assure you Jane that I'm not a gangster in the sense of those old days. However, my grandfather and my father were connected to the family. To be more accurate, my grandfather was a real gangster, on the other hand my father was just a money lender. As to me, I am not without connections, but I am not a gangster. I own a night club in Manhattan. I am a business man. The reason that I am here is because somebody killed my father, and I have set out to find out who is responsible. " "What does this have to do with me?" Jane asked. "My father left a kind of a will. In it, he mentioned you. He told me to come and talk to you about a place called the Royal Hotel. " With both surprise and disgust, Jane exclaimed, "Well I'll be damned! ""Tell me just what it is that you would like to know about that place. ," a little smile appeared on Jane's face. I realized that now we were getting into the meat of the thing. "Tell me about the Royal Hotel, and what happened there. " , I asked. Jane settled back into her chair, and she began to speak, "Well that was a long long time ago. Back then I was a pretty young girl who wanted to take the world by storm. I was rich and I was head strong. Nobody was going to tell me what to do. I wanted excitement, and I was going to get it. It was a different world then. Nice girls stayed at home, and they waited until some prince charming to come and sweep them off their feet. Well, that wasn't for me. I was going to go out and find my man, and I was going to have him on my own terms. That's when I met Val. Oh, he was the most handsome man …, and I just loved him. He looked just like Clark Gable. He was tall dark and handsome, and he had more to give a girl than most men, if you get my drift. Do I shock you? " Beverly replied, "No you don't shock us. You caught us playing on the train, didn't you…?, so we're no angels either. Please tell us all the details. When you say that this handsome man had more to give a girl, what exactly do you mean? " Jane resumed, "I mean honey, he had a big beautiful cock, and he really knew how to use it. We were young and full of piss and vinegar then, and we would spend hours just fucking each other until we were exhausted. " At this time I interjected, "Who was Val? " Jane replied, "Oh, he was Valinteeno Danafio, and at the time I didn't know it, but he was one of the most notorious gangsters in New York. Well, I kind of knew. The thing is that he was very exciting and fun. I met him in a night club one night. This beautiful man just walked out of the crowd and seduced me. Even though I was a fast number in those days, I usually waited before I jumped into bed with a man. However, I found myself in the back seat of his car with my dress up around my tits as he pumped me for all I was worth. Oh my, I can still remember the way he fucked me that night. No man had ever done me that way. In one moment I was standing at the bar having a drink while talking to this good looking man, and the next moment I was on my back with my legs up into the air yelling for more. It was that fast. I think that I fell in love with him in that first moment when he came in me. " I asked, "Did he have anything to do with the Royal hotel? " "Yes he had everything to do with it. He more or less owned it. He would take me there to have a good time. In those days, the hotel was a hot spot for the well to do, and there was all manner of things to do if you had the cash to pay for it. Oh my all of this is taking me back to those days. It was all so exciting. I was running around with an extremely handsome man who was somebody. Where ever we went, people would step aside when we walked by. It wasn't until later on that I began to understand that this man was a very dangerous person. I was young and inexperienced, and I thought that he wanted me just for myself, but he wanted me only for the customers that I could bring to his hotel. You know there was gambling and prostitution and well something else." I made a gesture as to ask a question, "Jane this other thing, did it have to do with blackmail? " "How did you know that? " Jane seemed surprised. I began to explain, "Beverly and I have been doing some digging around, and we have uncovered some very surprising things. In fact, we have been staying at the Royal for the last couple of days, and we have met a man who used to be the shoe shine boy there all the way back in those days. It was just by accident that we found out about the secret passages, which were built into the hotel. " Jane was extremely surprised now, "You mean to tell me that the Royal Hotel is still in business after all these years? " "Yes and there is more. ," I replied. Jane became very interested now, "I seem to remember something about a little black boy who was the shine boy at the hotel. Did you say secret passages? " I explained, "I know that it is hard to believe, but yes there are secret passages, which were built into the hotel. We had a heart to heart conversation with the man who lives there. As I mentioned, he came to the Royal when he was just a little boy. We asked him to tell us all about the hotel, and while we were talking he mentioned about the secret passages. With some encouragement, and some green back persuasion, he took us on a tour of the hidden hallways, which were built into the hotel. " Jane was shocked at the mention of the badger holes, "So that's how they did it! That son of a bitch! Then it is true. He used me as a lure to attract my well to do friends to that damned hotel so that he could blackmail them. " Jane was angry now, "I'll tell you what I am going to do Nick. I am going to tell you the whole story. This is a thing, which has been a Burdon on me for all these years. Finally, I feel relieved to know that someone is doing something about it. " I was excited knowing that we had hit pay dirt. This pretty and interesting old lady was about to confirm all of my suspicions. As Jane began to speak, I could detect an unburdened look, which appeared on her face. It was the kind of a look, which indicates a release of a long held secret. Jane began, "For all these years some of my friends and I have been paying blackmail for some of the things, which happened at the Royal Hotel. It is difficult for me to talk about this. It has to do with my father. My father and I were very close. Something happened one night at the Royal Hotel. There was a young black girl who was murdered. They told me that it was my father who killed the little girl, but I didn't want to believe them. They had a film. I received a copy of the movie in the mail, and I watched it. The film showed my father raping and murdering this pretty little black girl. They had us. We couldn't risk a scandal. There was nothing to do but to pay the blackmail. " I asked, "What happened to your father? " Jane continued to speak, "My father went on an extended vacation to Europe while I stayed here and took care of things. The police were never involved. As long as we paid, everything was hushed up. It went on like this for years. We sent the money to an anonymous address, which changed periodically. After my father died, I thought that the thing was all over, but I received a letter in the mail telling me that if I didn't want a scandal, I would still have to pay. So you see, since I was to become the principle stock holder of Sandherst Industries upon my father's death, I decided to pay. " I inquired, "Are you still paying the blackmail? " Jane answered, "Yes, and as far as I know some of my friends are still paying also. " There occurred a silence among us as the idea of having to pay so much blackmail for so many years found its' mark. I asked, "Have you ever heard of a man named Robert Solaman? " "Why yes, of course, he did my divorce. That was at the time when I was going around with Val. At the time, I was married to a stock broker, but it wasn't working out for me. I actually had ideas of marrying Val, but I broke it off with him after I realized that he was the one who was responsible for blackmailing my father. Soon after that, he was killed in some kind of a gangland assassination. ," Jane explained. Upon hearing about the death of Valinteeno Danafio, Beverly and I shot a look at each other. The Royal Hotel Pt. 4 Noticing the look of surprise on our faces, Jane asked, "What is it? " I nodded at Beverly, and she began to explain, "We found an old trust, which has to do with the Royal Hotel. It seems that this lawyer had arranged the trust to benefit himself. Did you know that he had become the owner of the Royal Hotel after Danafio's death? " Jane said, "I had no idea. I had heard that he came into some money, but then he fell upon hard times again. Are you saying that Robert solaman had something to do with Val's death? " Beverly spoke, "We know that this old trust required Mister Danafio's demise before the title of the hotel could be transferred. " Jane said, "Val was killed by a rival gang; I know that because I hired a private investigator. This other thing must be a coincidence. " I added, "Or a very desperate gamble? " Jane tried to remember, "Well I seem to remember something about a phony land deal involving Robert. There were rumers to the fact that he had become involved in a land grab or something. As I recall, the poor man wound up in jail where he was a victim of some kind of an accident. I remember now; he died in prison. " I inquired, "Does the name Sirocco Holdings ring a bell? " Jane seemed puzzled, "No, should I? " I asked again, "How about Abraham Gordon and Joseph Horiwitz? " Again Jane seemed puzzled, "No, I have never heard of these people or that company. " I sat and wondered if I should tell Jane that those were the rats that were victimizing her and her friends. Jane said, "You know something and you aren't telling me. What is it? " Jane I said, "We know that the title of the Royal Hotel found its' way into the hands of these men. " Again, the conversation fell silent as Jane began to put the pieces of the puzzle together. This woman, this extraordinary woman, sat back in her chair and just realized what had happened. Her unusual green eyes flashed like emeralds in the sunshine. With a purposeful low growl in her voice she said, "You are telling me that these are the sons of bitches who have been blackmailing me and my friends for all these years; aren't you? " "Yes, we are all but sure of it. By following the title of the Royal Hotel, we can surmise that Robert Solaman was involved in a scheme to steel the Royal Hotel from your boy friend. However, He didn't know about the blackmail and the other men who were also involved. When Valinteeno Danafio died, the title of the hotel came in to Solaman's possession. Robert Solaman must have been a desperate man at this time to try to steel this hotel. Whatever made him think that he could get away with this is anybody's guess. ," I said. Jane held up her hand as to say something, "I think I know. " Beverly and I looked at Jane with surprise, "You know what? " Jane spoke, "I think I know why he tried to steal the hotel. You see, he must have thought that he was stealing the hotel from me, not from Val. Don't you see, In fact, I mean legally, I owned the hotel. Val talked me into taking title of the Royal Hotel. He said it was because of business reasons. I remember now. On the day I was going to file for divorce, Robert asked Val and me to meet him at a restaurant. He explained to us that since the title of the hotel was part of my estate it could cause problems during the divorce. We sat there for an hour or more and signed legal document after legal document. After a while, we didn't know what the hell we were signing. Son of a bitch, that's how he did it. " It was all becoming clear now. My father had uncovered a conspiracy of corruption, blackmail, and murder, and this old hotel was at the center of it all. I knew now what I had to do. From now on, it was up to me. It was up to me to make it right. Jane I said, "I want you to know that I am going to fix this problem. You and your friends have been victimized enough. Remember, I have a personal interest in this now. " Jane asked, "What are you going to do? " I replied, "We'll see what we'll see. Until then, I don't want you to do anything on your own. Jane, these men are very dangerous. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, or your friends for that matter. I assure you that things are about to change for the better. " A smile appeared upon Jane's face. She looked like a woman who has just been relieved of a heavy Burdon. "It is almost dinner time. I would like you two to have dinner with me, and I don't see why the two of you can't stay here for the night as my guests. It is a big house, and I don't often have guests these days. Come with me, and will have Max my butler fix up a room for you. ," Jane said. Beverly and I followed Jane out of the library. We were all feeling good about the turn of events, which was about to occur. Jane proved to be an excellent hostess. We were given a large room in the house, which was a suite consisting of a master bathroom a sitting area and of course a huge four poster bed. Beverly remarked, "This bedroom reminds you of Scarlet's bedroom in the movie 'Gone with the Wind' doesn't it? " I immediately fell into the character of Rhett Butler, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. " We fell into love play tumbling onto the bed. I whispered into Beverly's ear, "I think that we have time enough for a quick one before dinner. " I unloosened her belt and I pulled the zipper of Beverly's jeans down while we lay on the bed. I slipped my hand down her panties. She lay on her back on the big bed while I finger fucked her. She instantly became wet, and my fingers flew into her hot cunt. "Oh yes baby Nick you're really good at that. ," Beverly moaned. A knock on the bedroom door startled us. Beverly zipped up as I answered the door. I opened the bedroom door to find Max the butler standing there. He spoke, "Misses Sandherst would like to know if you would like to dress for dinner? " I replied, "Well, we didn't bring any dress clothes with us. We weren't expecting to stay the night. " Max replied, "There are dress clothes in the storeroom. I am sure that we can find something, which would be suitable. I can show you the way to the storeroom, if you would like? " I turned and looked over my shoulder to see Beverly nodding yes. I said, "Lead the way, my man. " Beverly and I fell into step with the butler as he brought us up to a large room in the upper reaches of the house. There in the attic were racks of formal attire. I asked Max, "What are all these clothes doing up here? " Max replied, "Madam used to entertain frequently. In the old days, the house was always buzzing with activity. Guest would just drop in and sometimes they would stay for the party, which would invariably occur. Of course, there aren't any parties anymore, but madam has kept up the wardrobe as a matter of tradition. I believe that she enjoys shopping for the clothes as a kind of hobby. It helps her to remember the old days. Oh sir, there were grand parties here then. It was quite the thing then. Well, I will leave you to it. If you need anything, just asked for me. Dinner will be served at eight O'clock. " Beverly was like a kid in a candy shop as she perused the racks of outstanding gowns. She giggled and remarked at the quality of the clothing, which impressed her, "Look at these beautiful dresses. My God! Some of these are Paris originals. " Beverly stripped down to her bra and panties as she began to try on one gown after another. We both became elated. Our mood switched from one of business to one of happiness as we chose our dinner clothes. I chose a summer tuxedo. A white dinner jacket, maroon pants with a matching cummerbund, and a dress shirt and bow tie completed my attire. Beverly chose a solid black dress with a plunging neckline. Below the knees was a fish tail affair made of black lace. Black lace adorned the plunging neckline as well as the cuffs of the long sleeve gown. The rest of the dress appeared to be made of fine silk, and was designed to fit like a second skin. A matching broad brimmed hat topped off the look of elegance. Beverly's usually crystal clear blue eyes were now dream like as she caressed the beautiful French gown. She muttered as if she was in a trance, "I'll need shoes. " Always wanting to be helpful, I guided Beverly toward a group of shoe boxes. "Can I help you madam?" I pretended as if I was a shoe salesman. Still in a trance, Beverly spoke, "Black high heals. The higher the better. " After choosing appropriate shoes, we retired to our room to dress. The day appeared to be a success. I was now certain. The mystery was solved. Our friends at Sirocco Holdings were about to have a change of fortune. A plan began to form in my mind. However, for now, I decided that any plan could wait for another day. We were at our leisure, and we were the guests of a graceful and pretty woman. Business could wait. I decided that we would enjoy ourselves, and we would take advantage of the hospitality of our host. Beverly and I moved about the room as we prepared for dinner. Again, we fell into love play as we touched. We stripped off our clothes, and we began to caress as we stroked each other. Beverly and I stood at the foot of the big four posted bed as we French kissed. As Beverly moved her hand across my cock, I felt the strength of the lover come full upon me. My balls became heavy while my cock hardened. "I like you when you are hard like this. ," Beverly whispered into my ear. "Tell me, what do you think about being in a house with two women who love to fuck?" Beverly asked. I replied, "You mean Jane? " "I saw how she was looking at you. ," Beverly planted the thought in my mind. As Beverly pulled on my cock, I began to have visions of having sex with both Beverly and Jane at the same time. I said, "Well she is a bit old for me, but she is a pretty hot cunt. That was very nervy of her when she lifted her skirt up on the train wasn't it? " Beverly replied, "You know, it takes one to know one. If I was you, I would better be prepared for anything tonight. You never know, you might wind up eating some snow white pussy tonight. " With that Beverly let go of my cock and walked off to the bathroom to take a shower. She has a terrific ass, I thought to myself, as I watched her walk away. I stood in the nude at the foot of the big bed while I felt my cock. The day's events seem to have an arousing effect upon me. My balls were heavy and my cock was throbbing with energy. I was full long now, and I found myself stroking it for effect. I thought to myself, this is strange. Why am I jerking off when there are two hot cunts in the house who want to fuck me? Suddenly, the thought became overwhelming for me, and I started yanking my cock as I leaned into the lust. I stood there with my knees bent and my left arm dangling loosely at my side. In my head, I started to see pictures of me having Jane and Beverly as they serviced me in every way. As I approached my climax, the vow came, "If the old babe wants it, she's going to get it! " No sooner did the words pass over my lips, than I began coming. The love juice dripped out of my cock onto the very expensive carpet. I was committed now. If the old lady hadn't been churned in a dog's age, I was going to make sure that she got the deluxe first class ride. It was my turn in the shower as Beverly finished her bath. It was almost dinner time so I quickly showered while Beverly dressed. As I exited the bathroom, a beautiful vision stood before me. I had to blink my eyes to make sure that what I was seeing was real. Beverly stood before me in the black gown and matching broad brim hat as if she was a movie star of yesteryear. She was absolutely beautiful. With a little giggle she mimicked the words, "Oauw why don't you come up and see me sometime big boy. " I must admit, that I was stunned by her beauty. The blue eyes, the honey colored hair and the black silk and lace gown made an overwhelming impression upon me. "Cat got your tongue?" Beverly asked with a teasing smile. I managed a complement, "You look great in that outfit. It really shows off your big beautiful tits." "Oauw you bad boy, would you like to nibble?" Beverly scooped out her left tit and offered it to me. A quick step or two and I had her nipple in my mouth. The towel dropped from my waist as my cock came up again. Moving in closer to suck, the tip of my cock began to rub up against her. She placed her left hand behind my head as I sucked her nipple. With her right hand she petted my balls. "You go and get dressed now? Our host must be waiting for us. ," Beverly spoke softly and with a smile. It was ten minutes to eight o'clock, and we traveled to the dining room. Being dressed in my summer tuxedo, I felt a little like Sam Spade as he was about to crack a big case. Beverly joined in the fun. It was like playing dress up. Beverly continued to talk like May West, and I had to admit that in that dress and hat, she did remind you of her. As we entered the dining room, Max took us in tow and seated us at the long table. Once again we were impressed by the big house. The dining room was large and ornate. The long table could seat at least twenty people. At that time, Max's words came back to me, "Oh sir, there were grand parties here then." The room was paneled with a light tan colored wood, and the furniture was made of mahogany. On the wall was a large oil painting which appeared to be from the middle ages. Not being knowledgeable in old masters, I was unable to recognize the style of the artist. The painting displayed a nude woman reclining on a couch while she held an apple in her hand, which was held at her side. The room in the painting suggested an old time brothel. Around the room were other pieces of art including pottery and tapestries. The table was set for three. Beverly and I were seated at either side of the table while one setting was placed at the head of the table. Beverly said, "Look at this china. It's just beautiful. " "Yes; the china is beautiful ," I agreed. " "And the knives and forks and spoons are made of solid sterling silver.," Beverly said. As we waited for our hostess, a dark skinned maid who spoke with a Jamaican accent moved around the table while a hearty burgundy was poured into our wine glasses. We were both properly impressed. Beverly spoke, "Isn't this just the best? " I smiled in agreement. "I can't wait until our hostess makes her entrance.," I mentioned. We had not long to wait when Jane Sandherst appeared in the doorway. Wearing a full length gown, Jane looks like a million dollars. I was continually amazed by this woman. I could not believe my eyes. This woman must be at least eighty years old, but she looked like she was a woman of half that. Gone was the bun hair do. In its' place was a flowing to the shoulders modern hair do. The snow white hair fell down all around her breasts. Jane was wearing an off the shoulder very low cut gown, which left nothing to the imagination. The gown's support lifted and separated her tits while it barely covered her nipples. This old babe was packing a pair of forty double D in those quick draw holsters. The emerald green gown brought out the green of her unusual eyes. A pair of matching cocktail gloves added to the effect of the very revealing dress. Spaghetti straps held the dress in place while the back of the dress plunged all the way down to the separation of her well rounded caboose. Around her neck was a knock your eyes out thickly laddered diamond necklace. Adorning her ears was a pair of diamond shoulder dusters, which matched her necklace. Moving with the grace of a dancer, Jane took her place at the table. As she took her seat, I could smell her perfume. It reminded you of Jungle Gardenia. "Why you two look just wonderful. ," Jane said. We reciprocated, "So do you. " The truth of the matter was that this old babe looked like a Hollywood movie star. I had to admit that I wouldn't mind banging this classy babe. With a signal from Jane, the dinner was served. We sat and enjoyed an excellent four coarse dinner, which featured one of the tenderest stakes that I have ever tasted. Also, we enjoyed interesting conversation as we listened to Jane as she told us about the old days. She told us about herself and how she used to be a wild kind of a gal when she was young. She began to tell us the most intimate details of her affair with Valinteeno Danafio. As I listened, I realized that my cock was getting hard for her. I realized also that Jane was deliberately steering the conversation toward sex. The very low cut dress was now making an impression upon me. I found myself staring at her tits as she talked. I wondered if one of those big gals might pop out of its' cup by accident. I had been seated on Jane's right while Beverly sat across from me. Beverly seemed to be enjoying the whole thing. All through the dinner, Beverly kept giving me knowing glances while Jane became more and more seductive. Her voice had taken on a purring tone as she talked about the wild parties in which no detail was spared. "… And his cock was the biggest thing I had ever seen. There were nude bodies lying around every where as they sucked and fucked the night away! ," Jane was describing one of her first orgies. As I sat and listened, I felt Jane's hand reach under the table to rub my thigh. Jane leaned forward and asked, "Nick darling, is this making you excited? " I replied, "Yes, you do have a way with words. " At that, I felt Jane's hand move up and down my thigh. "Well I guess it does. ," Jane purred. Next she moved her hand up to my cock and squeezed it strongly. Looking at Beverly, Jane said, "He is a big boy isn't he?" Beverly replied with a broad smile on her lips, "He's not too bad. " It was like a girl talk code, I guess. Jane asked and Beverly implied O K. Jane started to jerk me off under the table. I could feel my cock strain in the confines of my under pants as Jane rubbed it. The two beautiful women were now smiling broadly at me. The look upon my face gave me away. I was now lost in lust. I was about to get the fucking of my life. I could tell that these two beautiful women agreed to have me for dessert. Without saying a word, Jane got up out of her chair, and she came over to where I was sitting. Jane placed her arms around me and kissed me deeply. Whatever resistance I may have had, it evaporated into thin air. The old babe began tonguing me for all she was worth. I have been French kissed before, but this old babe showed me a thing or two. "Nicky boy darling, why don't you go and make us a drink. There is scotch in that cabinet over there. Oh and by the way, I have given the servants the night off. This way we'll not be disturbed." , Jane said after taking her tongue out of my mouth. By now I was like a robot. I rose from my chair and obeyed. The two women were enjoying them selves enormously at my expense. They knew that no man could possibly refuse the offer which they were making. I could hear Beverly giggle at the obvious bulge of my pants as I walked to the liquor cabinet. I was tent poled, and my balls were as heavy as two cannon balls. All reason left me as my cock began to do the thinking. I fixed three large scotches, and I served two of them to the gals. Jane remained standing at my chair waiting for me. I offered her a Scotch. Jane tossed back her scotch with her left hand while she rubbed my cock with her other hand. Jane stared into my eyes intensively. "It has been a very long time since I've had a man like you honey! And! I am going to make the very best of it!," Jane spoke in a low seductive voice. "Beverly honey, may I borrow your man for a little while?" Jane tossed a look at Beverly.