Sally Boy (25 page)

“Hold up.” Sal stood. “When did I ever say I
wanted a cat?”

Pulling Sal toward her, Chrissy rubbed her
breasts up against him. “We can talk about the cat later.
Okay?”

Sal laughed. “God, I love you.”

“Come back to bed,” Chrissy urged
enticingly. “Your friend can wait a little while longer. Can’t he?”
Reaching up Chrissy gently stroked Sal’s member over his underwear.
“There’s something I want to do to you.”

“You do, huh?” Removing his shirt and tie,
Sal tossed them onto a nearby chair. Slowly, Chrissy lowered Sal’s
boxers.

“You see what you do to me?”

“I like having this effect on you.”

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Chrissy
tossed back her hair, and licked her palm several times. Grasping
Sal’s cock she quickly stroked it while simultaneously sucking it.
In an attempt to force the entire length of his member deep down
into her throat, Chrissy strongly thrust her head forward. Gagging
momentarily, she pulled back laughing. “Oh my God, that went
far.”

Taking hold of Sal’s cock once more, Chrissy
ran her tongue back-and-forth along Sal’s shaft moistening it with
her saliva. As she continued sucking Sal’s dick, Chrissy reached
down between her legs and fingered her clitoris making her pussy
wet. Firing off a seductive string of sexy moans, Chrissy said
passionately, “I want you to come in my mouth, baby. I love the
taste of your cum. It’s so sweet.”

Feeling his impending load, Sal was no
longer able to hold back. “I’m gonna come!”

Wrapping her lips around the head of Sal’s
cock, Chrissy jerked him as fast as she could. Sal’s body shuttered
as he let loose and Chrissy swallowed as much of Sal’s cum as she
could, but some spurted out, and rolled down her chin dripping down
onto her tits. Breathing deeply and feeling lightheaded, Sal stood
motionless, savoring the exhilaration of the experience. Gazing up
at him, Chrissy asked demurely, “Did you enjoy that, baby?”

“You know I did.”

Seeing some of Sal’s cum on her tits,
Chrissy seductively wiped it up with the tips of her fingers and
then sucked the semen off each one.

“Lay back on the bed,” Sal insisted.

“I thought you had to be somewhere?” Chrissy
said playfully, knowing that Sal couldn’t resist having her.

“He can wait. Lay down.” Dropping down onto
his knees, Sal wrapped his arms around Chrissy’s thighs and gently
pulled her toward him. Planting his face between her legs, Sal
licked Chrissy’s wet pussy and sucked her clitoris. As if
possessed, Sal drove his tongue deep into her cunt and
tongue-fucked her relentlessly.

The amazing sensation between Chrissy’s legs
caused her to tremble and shake. Her head trashed back-and-forth in
a frenzy of sexual ecstasy. “Oh my God! Sal, that feels so good!
Don’t stop,” Chrissy whimpered softly.

Feeling his cock getting hard again, Sal
took hold of Chrissy’s ankles and stood. Resting her legs against
his chest, Sal jammed the head of his cock into Chrissy’s inviting
pussy. With one forward thrust he plunged his entire length deep
into her cunt. Chrissy moaned as her pussy was forced to stretch
from the sheer girth of Sal’s member. “Oh my God! You’re so deep.
You feel so good!”

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Sal pounded
away at her pussy until he was out of breath. “Baby, stand up. I
want you from behind.”

“Help me up,” she whispered softly.

Lifting her up off the bed, Sal tenderly
kissed and licked Chrissy’s neck driving her wild. Spinning her
around, Sal bent Chrissy over and moved behind her. He rammed his
cock deep into her wet vagina and quickly resumed the thumping he
was giving her before. Every time Sal slammed his cock into
Chrissy’s pussy, his balls would slap up against her stomach, and
her ass cheeks rippled. Sal couldn’t resist slapping and squeezing
her round, firm ass repeatedly. “Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes, smack me harder.” Chrissy moaned
gratefully.

Sal slapped her ass several more times, then
he reached up under her body and squeezed her pert nipples with his
finger tips making Chrissy quiver with excitement. Taking hold of
her small waist, Sal forcefully pulled her into him every time he
thrust his cock into her. Chrissy was almost rendered unconscious
from the hammering she was taking from behind. Her pussy dripped so
much that the carpet at their feet became soaked with her
juices.

The familiar sensation in Sal’s cock told
him that it wouldn’t be long before he would pop. Feeling Sal’s
member swell inside her Chrissy stammered faintly between pants.
“You’re close? I can feel it.”

“God, you’re so tight. You almost there,
baby?” Sal asked, trying to hold back so they could come
together.

“I gonna come! Fuck me harder.”

Knowing she was close to orgasm, Sal
continued to pound Chrissy’s pussy as hard as he could. Out of
breath and delirious, Chrissy managed to cry out, “Oh my, God! I’m
coming, I’m coming so hard!”

Continuing his long penetrating thrusts, Sal
was no longer able to hold back. With a subtle moan, he unleashed
his tremendous load into Chrissy’s already dripping cunt. “I’m
coming, baby! Can you feel it?”

“Yes! I can feel everything,” Chrissy sighed
softly.

Exhausted from the endeavor of raw, animal
sex, the two lovers remained motionless breathing deeply for
several moments. Finally, Sal pulled his cock out of Chrissy and
lifted her up into his arms. Locked in an embrace, they looked
deeply into each other’s eyes. “Did you enjoy that, baby?” Sal
asked, breathing heavily.

“Oh yes,” Chrissy whispered.

#

Strutting down the street looking dapper in
one of the suits his father had given him, Sal felt optimistic
about his meeting with Anthony. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and
the sun was shining. The only sound that could be heard was the
birds singing in the trees.

As Sal neared the Mirragio Club, he
immediately recognized his friend leaning up against a new black
sedan, smoking a cigarette. Anthony’s face broke into an ear-to-ear
grin the moment he saw Sal. Crushing out his butt on the sidewalk,
the two friends rushed to greet each other with a big hug and a
kiss on the cheek.

“Sally Boy! How the fuck you been?”

“I’m doing good, Anthony. How’ve you
been?”

“Fucking great! I’m glad to see that you
made it back in one fucking piece.”

“Thanks. And thanks for meeting me. I really
appreciate it.”

“What, are you fucking kidding me? I’ve
known you since we was like fucking nine. I would never turn my
back on blood.”

“It’s nice to hear you say that.”

“Well, it’s true.”

“Good ’cause I need a favor.”

“Madonn! You don’t waste any time, huh?”

“Anthony, I don’t mean to come off sounding
like a mamaluke, but I’m jammed up.”

“Awright, let’s talk in the car.”

Walking around to the driver’s side, Anthony
got in and slid over, unlocking the passenger side door. Sal
climbed into the passenger seat closing the door behind him.

“So what can I do for you, Sally?” Anthony
asked as he lit a cigarette.

“This is your car?” Sal was impressed as he
checked out the plush interior.

“It’s in my fiancée’s mother’s name, but it
belongs to me. I own it.”

“You’re a real fucking big shot now,
huh?”

“It beats working for a living.”

“It’s nice to see you doing so good,
Anthony.”

“Hey, I told Lisa all about you after I got
off of the phone with you the other day. She can’t wait to meet
you. She’s got this knockout girlfriend she wants to set you up
with. I’m telling you, Sal, if I wasn’t with Lisa, I’d be all over
this bitch myself. She’s got big fucking tits, a beautiful body,
and long blonde hair. I remembered how you like the blondes. And
from what I hear, she sucks cock like a champ. Plus, Lisa told me
she swallows. You can thank me later.”

“Thanks, I really appreciate it. But I’m
already seeing somebody.”

“Oh, yeah. Is it serious?”

“I think it is.”

“Forget about that other bitch. Then the
four of us should all go out to dinner some night. It’ll be a nice
welcome home celebration. And I’m paying! Okay? What do you
say?”

“Yeah, I think she’d like that.”

“So, what can I do for you?”

“I know we ain’t seen each other in a
couplea years, and this is kinda outta the blue, but I was kinda
hoping, you know, you could maybe get me in with the
Mirragios.”

“What about your, Pop?”

“No!” Sal replied emphatically.

“You don’t wanna work for him, huh?”

“No. So what do you think? Can you help me
or what?”

“I don’t know, Sal. I mean I’ve only been
with the Mirragios for a little while myself. The best I can do is
introduce you.” Anthony puffed his cigarette. “But I gotta tell
you, these guys, they don’t fuck around.”

“Neither do I.”

“Sally Boy, I can tell just by looking into
your eyes that you was into some fucked-up shit over there. No
disrespect, I’ve known you a long fucking time, and I can see that
there’s something very different about you. I ain’t got a problem
with whatever you did over there, but these guys ain’t fucking
cowboys. They’re businessmen.”

“I know, Anthony. I ain’t looking for
nothing heavy. I was thinking I could start out as a driver, a
bodyguard, something. I just need to make some ‘scarole. I got
bills, pisan.”

“Things changed a lot since you was away.”
Anthony reached up, touching the crucifix hanging from his rear
mirror. “Everybody we come up with is either in the can, or dead.
You heard about Mikey, right?”

“Nah, I ain’t heard nothing.”

“I didn’t wanna say nothing about it when we
was on the phone ’cause Lisa was listening. She gets all emotional
when she hears about shit like that.”

“What the fuck happened to Mike?”

“Nobody really knows for sure. The story on
the street is that he got all coked up and started running his big
fucking mouth. I don’t know. He musta said the wrong fucking thing
to the wrong fucking guy. They found him in some dumpster in Jersey
with his tongue cut out and a knife sticking outta his fucking
chest. I heard he got stabbed like twenty five times. Getting
clipped was bad enough, but ending up in a pile a garbage in that
shithole, Jersey, made it even twice as bad. I ain’t going out like
that, Sally.”

Staring off into the distance, Sal reflected
upon the disturbing dream he had about Mikey when he first came
home from Vietnam. Confused by Sal’s silence regarding the tragic
news about their friend, Anthony asked, “Sal, you awright?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Look, you don’t have
to worry about me, Anthony. Just introduce me and that’ll be all
the involvement you got. I promise.”

“Sal, did you hear what I just said? Mikey’s
dead. Don’t you even fucking care?”

“Of course I care! What the fuck do you want
me to do about it? How many times did I tell him to keep that big
fucking trap of his closed when we was coming up, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right about that. He
never did listen to what anybody had to say. But he was like a
fucking brother to me. I miss him. I miss him a lot, Sal.” Anthony
declared, voice cracking.

“I miss him, too. You and Mikey was the only
brothers I’ll ever have. But there ain’t nothing we can do about
it.”

“Maybe you’re right. But as far as the
Mirragios go, I really don’t want anything coming back on me. The
Don’s consigliere just retired so Carmine’s probably gonna get
bumped up. I’m starting to get noticed. I wanna move up. I got
fucking plans for my future.”

“I swear!” Sal vowed raising his right hand.
“I ain’t gonna do nothing to fuck you up with these guys.”

“Yeah, sure whatever you want, Sal. I’ll
introduce you to Carmine Mattazolo. He’s Don Lucho’s Underboss. For
whatever its worth, I’ll even put in a good word for you. How’s
that?”

“Grazei, that’s all I’m asking.”

“Let’s go inside and have a drink, Sally
Boy. God, I fucking missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

Stepping out of the car, Anthony led Sal to
the front entrance of the Mirragios Private Italian Club. There was
an entry door nestled in between two sizable plate glass windows.
Except these windows were black and you couldn’t see inside the
club from the street. At the bottom right corner of each glass pane
was the warning: “PRIVATE CLUB MEMBERS ONLY” in gold lettering.

Rich, dark, wood paneling covered the walls
and several eye-catching paintings of the gorgeous landscapes and
seascapes of Sicily were hung. The furniture consisted of several
stylish but simple card tables encircled by comfortable leather
chairs. A booth at the back was reserved for the “Don” himself. The
hardwood floors were freshly refinished and in the farthest corner
was a good sized bar. All the drinks, coffee, and espresso were
prepared by an old man who worked the bar. His services to the club
helped him pay down his sizable gambling debt to the Mirragios. The
old man’s duties included tending bar, cleaning the club, and
taking care of all necessary chores from sun up to sun down.

The Mirragio crime family was one of five
Mafia Families that ran New York City. Each family oversaw one
particular borough, and the Mirragios controlled BronxCounty. They
commanded virtually all the illegal activities there including:
gambling, prostitution, loan-sharking, unions, protection, and the
biggest money maker of them all, narcotics. Anything they didn’t
control directly had to be sanctioned by them, and they took a cut.
Anyone who didn’t adhere to these rules, or make their pay-offs on
time, usually didn’t stay healthy very long.

Four well-dressed Mafiosi sat around a table
playing cards and sipping drinks. Anthony led Sal over to the game
and addressed the group collectively, “How you doing, fellas?”