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Chapter 60 Whacking Raymond
“Serena, Barb wants to see you,” said Zena. Stacy had just left Booth Five having earned one hundred and twenty five dollars. Sixty was in the Oasis pocket of the purse. The rest in theory was hers. In the last ten days, she earned over seventy five hundred dollars. She wasn’t sure whether Sir Charles would let her keep it but if he did she planned a small vacation for her and Portia to somewhere warm.
“It’s busy now. Can’t we do it later?” asked Stacy not wanting to appear too eager. The project was running out of time. It was the last day she could stay in New York. Mike would be back in Boston late that night. Chances were excellent he would be looking to get laid tomorrow and she had to be available. Mr. Raymond Serrentino had flown in from Las Vegas three days before. But he’d stayed in his home on the island and not come to his office in the Oasis until today. If he or his bodyguards did not decide to try out the new dancer, it would all be a waste. She just couldn’t walk upstairs and ask to be let in. Her Club Josephine team would return to Boston a failure.
Even worse, Serrentino’s people would eventually find the semi-automatics Stacy had hidden making any future assassination even more difficult. Stacy’s heart had skipped a beat when Zena delivered Barb’s summons.
“She said now. They probably want you upstairs. They usually take a crack at the new girl’s crack,” said Zena smiling at her bad joke. “Someone’s going home tonight with a sore asshole. Those bastards are mean.”
“And what do I get in return,” asked Stacy?
“Nada, this is comped,” said Zena.
“Fuck that, I quit giving it away when I ran away from home,” said Stacy.
“Better wise up, whore, these are made guys. Give them any shit and you’ll be shopping for a new face,” said Zena. “Last girl who did lost her ears and nose and wound up missing her teeth.
Stacy threw a thin robe over her shoulders and left the stage. She reached in the pocket of the robe to press the button of a tiny transmitter informing her backup team.
Stacy was naked except for a pair of platform heels and a gold chain around her waist. Exiting the dancer’s area she walked through the narrow hallway past several customers waiting for a booth to free up. Hands reached for her in the darkness as she passed. Stacy didn’t object or even care when several of the more aggressive males grabbed her buttocks or her breasts. As she reached the end of the hallway, she ran into Tice.
“Where you been? Barb’s looking for you,” said Tice looking concerned.
“I had a customer who needed some extra encouragement to shoot his load. Want some creampie?” said Stacy kissing Tice on the cheek as she felt his crotch.
“No time for that now. They want you upstairs,” said Tice.
“What’s this all about,” asked Stacy?
“The big boss, Mr. Serrentino, is back from Vegas. Some of his guys saw you on a security cam. They thought you were hot,” said Tice as they reached Barb’s office. “I found her. Here she is Mrs. Somers,” said Tice as he ushered Stacy through the door into Barb’s office.
“Where the fuck have you been,” asked Barbara. I paged Zena a half hour ago,” said Barb looking unhappy. “Mr. Serrentino doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
“I was doing my job, sucking and fucking a customer,” said Stacy.
“Shit, is your pussy clean?” asked Barb.
“No, it has the loads of the last ten guys I fucked. We’re busy as hell out there. There’s a line in the hall.”
“Shit, Zena should have told you to douche. I can’t send you upstairs with spunk in your snatch. Come with me,” said Barb standing up and walking toward a door in the back of her office.
Stacy found herself crowded into a small bathroom with Barbara.
“Quick, you need a PTA,” said Barbara running water in the basin as she grabbed a douche bag.
“PTA,” asked Stacy looking puzzled?
“Never heard of a PTA, it stands for washing your pussy, tits, and ass. Bend over and spread your cheeks. I need to make sure your backdoor sparkles.”
“I must have missed that one. That’s what I got for quitting school in the ninth grade. These guys must be particular,” said Stacy bending over at the waist then reaching back to grab her buttocks and pull them apart.
“They are. I once sent a girl up there who got some poo on their cocks. They shoved cucumbers so far up her ass she had to go to the Emergency Room to have them removed,” said Barb smearing lube over Stacy’s anus before she slipped the nozzle in Stacy’s butthole and released the metal clip on the hose.
“What do I get for doing this,” asked Stacy promptly sitting on the commode and expelling the water?
“Whatever Mr. Serrentino says but a very bad beating if they don’t like you; a couple of grand if they do. Let’s clean you out again. Better safe than sorry,” said Barbara refilling the bag.
“And what’s to keep me from walking out right this moment,” asked Stacy.
“For one thing, I’d tell Tice to stop you. I know he’s got the hots for you and you’ve been fucking what little brains he has out but I’m still the one that pays his salary. Stop worrying. You should do all right. Mr. Serrentino has a thing for red heads. Plus I understand you excel at role play.”
“Exactly what role am I going to play,” asked Stacy as she noisily ejected the contents of her rectum?
“Not one of your standard ones I’m sure. He wants you dressed as a nun,” said Barbara ripping off the top of a foil packet of douche powder then pouring it into a plastic squeeze bottle.
“Since when did nuns have piercings and tattoos,” asked Stacy?
“Today’s nuns are different. I knew a working girl once who quit the business and joined the Little Sisters of Mercy,” said Barbara. “She came back a couple of time to tell me what great lesbian sex they had at the convent.”
“And what happens to Sister Serena,” asked Stacy standing at the basin washing her armpits?
“She gets slapped around and raped. They won’t hit you in the face. They know you work for Cosmopolitan at night,” said Barbara shaking the bag to mix the contents.
“Zena said Mr. Serrentino is nearly a hundred. Sounds pretty energetic for an old guy,” said Stacy.
“His guys will do the heavy lifting. If what he sees turns him on, you get to suck him off. Sit down. I’ll do it,” said Barbara gesturing for Stacy to sit on the commode.
“Sounds so hot I’m creaming already,” said Stacy raising her legs and spreading them wide. “I don’t have a habit or whatever it is that nuns wear.”
“I got what you need. You not the first whore I’ve sent upstairs dressed as a nun,” said Barbara easing the nozzle into Stacy’s vagina and starting the flow. Stacy put her hand under Barbara’s chin, lifted her face and kissed her on the lips.
“After you’re done upstairs, let’s get over to my place. I’ll order in some takeout,” said Barbara.
“Sounds like fun. Is Earl going to dress up like a priest?” asked Stacy?
“I’ll tell him to get lost,” said Barbara before she and Stacy kissed again.
Stacy quickly dried off and they returned to Barb’s office to dress. “I didn’t know nuns bought their undies at Victoria Secrets,” said Stacy looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing black plain pumps with a four-inch heel, black hose, garter belt, a sheer black panty and a matching black lace bra.
“They don’t. You’re the fantasy nun Catholic school boys jerk off to after Sister Mary Ignatius wears their butts out with a ruler. Go heavy on the makeup especially the lipstick.”
“I look more whore than nun,” said Stacy blotting her bright red lips.
“Here’s your wimple,” said Barbara.
“That goes on my head but how,” said Stacy examining the garment.
“Obviously you were not raised a Catholic,” said Barbara taking the wimple and placing it on Stacy’s head.
“My daddy was a God fearing Methodist when he was sober and a child rapist when he was drunk which was at least once a week. My two older brothers followed their father’s example,” said Stacy slipping into the rest of the habit.
“How do I look,” asked Stacy raising her skirt slightly.
“Hot enough to give the Pope a hard on,” said Barbara wrapping the oversized rosary around Stacy’s waist.
“Since this is role play, how do I act,” asked Stacy.
“Scream, act terrified, and when they are raping you, pray. You do know how to pray, don’t you?”
“I think I can remember the Our Father,” said Stacy.
***
“This is Sister Serena. These mugs are Zeke, Leo, and Sammy. Where’s Sallie?” said Barbara introducing Stacy to the three large men seated at the conference table when they arrived. The three were seated on the couch where Stacy had introduced Tice to the pleasures of urethra sounds accompanied by harmonic amplification. They were watching a horse race. They barely looked up when Stacy was introduced.
“He’s in with Mr. Serrentino, not that it’s any of your business, Barb,” said Sammy.
Good they’re only three of them thought Stacy. She had been worried there could be four or even five. All three appeared in the late thirties or early forties. They had the handsome good looks of Sicilians but too much pasta had thickened their waist. The remains of lunch, delivered from a nearby Italian restaurant were scattered over the conference room table.
“I’ll tell Sallie you’re here,” said the one called Sammy before walking quickly through the door leading to Mr. Serrentino’s office.
“Hey Barbara, munched any rugs today,” asked Zeke?
“Only your mother’s,” answered Barbara.
“Christ, the fucking nun thing again, I’m tired of pretending some slut’s who’s been sucking dick all day is a nun,” said Leo.
“Quiet, the old man takes this shit seriously,” said Zeke.
“Come here, Sister Slut,” said Leo grabbing Stacy’s hand and pulling her into his lap. He slipped his hand under her habit forcing the hem up over Stacy’s knees. He shoved his hand hard against her crotch.
“Hey, take it easy,” protested Stacy.
“Cool it, Leo,” said Sallie emerging from the office with Sammy close behind.
“This is Serena,” said Barbara.
“The red head,” said Sallie looking closely at Stacy. Stacy was glad the wimple hid everything but her face. “You’ve been here before?”
“No, Serena just started last week. She flew in from LA,” said Barbara.
“Did Barbara explain what Mr. Serrentino expects,” asked Sallie?
“Yeah, I’m a nun. These three assholes rape me if they can get it up. I’m scared out of my mind and calling on God Almighty to rain down retribution on their head,” said Stacy. “I finish up with Mr. Serrentino.”
“Who you calling an asshole, cunt,” said Leo holding up his hand like he was going to strike Stacy.
“Save it, Leo, until the old man is watching,” said Sallie.
“Serena works for Cosmopolitan and she’s been a real moneymaker so take it easy and lay off her face,” said Barbara.
“Of course,” said Leo grabbing Stacy’s arm and twisting it behind her back. Stacy slammed her elbow into Leo’s soft stomach causing him to let her go. Stacy slid off Leo’s lap onto the floor.
“You fucking bitch, you’ll pay for that,” said Leo holding his ribs.
“Cut the shit, Leo,” yelled Sallie.
“Shit Leo, you can even handle a nun,” said Sammy laughing.
“We’re wasting time. I cleared off the old man’s desk,” said Sallie reaching his hand down to help Stacy up. “All right, Serena, put on a good show for the boss and he might give you a piece of candy.”
At that moment, Leo stepped close to Stacy and hammered his big fist into her mid section, doubling her over.
“Hey,” said Barbara. “Take it easy.”
“Get your fucking ass back downstairs, Barb. Unless you want to take Serena’s place,” said Sammy.
Barbara retreated; concerned Stacy would be too banged up for what they had planned for later. The last few girls Barbara had sent upstairs had been badly beaten, even requiring hospitalization.
A bent over Stacy gasping for breath was grabbed by the three and carried bodily into the Mr. Serrentino’s office.
Stacy recovered enough to kick and squirm as she approached the large executive desk. The three dropped her hard on her back. Her head bounced off the hard surface momentarily stunning her. When she looked to the side, she saw Raymond Serrentino watching with an evil grin on his face.
“Help me, Virgin Mary, I beg you,” cried Stacy.
“Nice,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Let’s soften her up first. She needs to be put in her place,” said Sammy landing a bitch slap to the side of Stacy’s face that snapped her head to one side. A second slap sent her head in the other direction.
Stacy screamed, “No, please don’t. I’m a nun.” when she felt them pulling up her habit.
“Pay back time,” said Leo slamming his fist into Stacy’s abdomen causing her to roll up into a tight ball. The three of them straightened Stacy out on the desktop stretching her arms over her head.
“Work her over first, boys,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“But watch her face,” added Sallie who received a significant fraction of the revenue from Cosmopolitan’s escort service.
Stacy’s stocking covered legs were kicking wildly and she managed to hit Sammy in the chin with the point of her shoe.
“Shit, bitch clipped me,” said Sammy jumping on top of Stacy.
“This one’s a fighter,” cackled Mr. Serrentino. “It’s better when they fight like a real nun.”
In spite of her efforts to resist, Stacy felt her panties being pulled down. A finger and thumb grabbed her clitoris crushing and twisting it. Stacy screamed in pain. The habit was up to her armpits and the wimple had been torn off.
“Nice tits,” said Zeke ripping her bra down to expose her breasts. He grabbed her nipple and twisted it. Stacy’s fist shot out grazing the side of his face.
“She’s a red headed spitfire,” cackled Mr. Serrentino. “Tame her, boys. Show her who’s boss.”
Whoever had hold of Stacy’s clit had fingers of steel. She writhed back and forth trying to break the crushing grip on her sensitive flesh.
“Use this, Sammy,” said Mr. Serrentino offering his cane. “Turn her butt red.”
The men turned Stacy over as they pulled her to the end of the desk. Leo grabbed one arm and Zeke the other stretching her face down. Her legs were hanging off the end of the desk. Without warning, Sammy slammed the polished cane down on Stacy’s bare bottom. She screamed and kicked in agony but before the pain could decide, Sammy delivered another more painful strike. Stacy’s eyes filled with tears as Sammy landed a dozen blows leaving her near hysterical.
Once more, Stacy was flipped over on her back and pulled to the other side of the desk. Her head was hanging off when Zeke leaned close and spoke. “If you want to keep your teeth, don’t bite.”
A half second later, his cock pushed its way past her lips. Someone she couldn’t see climbed on top of the desk pulling her legs apart. Stacy tried to shake him off but he placed his knees on her inner thighs as he sapped his cock against her sore clitoris. Stacy moaned her humiliation as the cock forced its way inside her.
I can’t pray with a cock in my mouth thought Stacy as Zeke forcefully fucked her mouth. Stacy did her best to perform the role-play, sobbing hysterically, and pleading with them to stop when she got a chance.
“Choke on that big cock, Sister Serena,” said Zeke using his hips to slam his penis into her throat opening. Drool oozed out of Stacy’s mouth getting into her nose and eyes. Hard male hands squeezed her breasts and crushed her nipples.
This must be how a true rape feels thought Stacy as she tried to cope with the pain and discomfort she was feeling from a dozen different places. The cock in her pussy increased its pace, slamming her down into the wooden desk. The violent pounding only ended when he climaxed.
Stacy heard Leo speak, “My turn, hold her ankles. I want her backdoor.” Stacy felt her legs being lifted back toward her head, bending her double. She head someone spit and felt it land on her sphincter.
Zeke filled her mouth with semen just as Leo’s cock pushed past her anal opening. “Swallow every drop, Sister. Just like it was the bishops.” Zeke allowed his cock to soften in her mouth as he held her ankles for Leo.
“She’s got a tight ass for a whore,” said Leo slamming his pubic bone into Stacy’s rear.
“But not for a nun,” laughed Sammy.
A few more strokes and Leo finished in her ass. Stacy decided to keep the role-play going. She curled up in a ball and started crying. Stacy hadn’t really wept in years but in a few seconds she got into it and her sobs of anguish filled the room.
“You guys did good. That’s all for now,” said Mr. Serrentino.
Stacy lay on top of the desk sobbing as she listened to everyone leave but Mr. Serrentino.
“They’re gone now, Sister. They’re not going to hurt you anymore,” said Mr. Serrentino his hand stroking her red hair. “Did Barbara tell you I had a thing for redheads?”
“Yes,” said Stacy looking up.
***
“A man is never more relaxed and vulnerable than in the few seconds after orgasm,” said Sir Charles when they were planning the Serrentino Project.
“And the most relaxing form of orgasm is when they shoot their load in a warm mouth of someone applying the right technique to encourage every last one of their swimmers to go out for a stroll,” added Portia.
Stacy was at the climactic phase of the project. She was kneeling between the skinny, liver-spotted legs of Mr. Serrentino facing the challenge of bringing a ninety-year-old man to orgasm. Her stomach ached from his bodyguard’s punches and her butt felt on fire form the canning.
“That’s right, doll. Suck my pecker good or I’ll let the boys work you over some more. This time they won’t lay off your face,” said Mr. Serrentino. “And a whore with a messed up face can’t work.”
Stacy was working hard to find the right approach but his cock was not getting any harder.
“Let me take your shoes and pants off, Mr. Serrentino,” said Stacy.
“Sure doll,” he whispered still not opening his eyes.
Stacy kept the semi-hard cock in her mouth as she untied and removed his alligator shoes.
“Leave the socks. It’s cold,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Can I put your legs over the chair arms,” asked Stacy once she had slipped his trousers off.
“What for,” asked Mr. Serrentino.
“I thought you might like some ass play while I suck your cock,” said Stacy.
“Okay, you can use your tongue but not your finger. I ain’t no fucking queer,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“I’ll massage your prostate,” said Stacy carefully lifting each leg. “Straight guys like that.”
“Ain’t got one doll, docs cut it out two years ago. Cancer had eaten most of it. They took what was left.”
This is a challenge thought Stacy as she redoubled her efforts. In spite of Mr. Serrentino’s prohibition against a finger fucking, Stacy placed the pad of a wet index finger against his badly wrinkled anus and pushed. His low moan convinced Stacy she was on the right track.
“For a nun, you suck cock like a pro,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Mother Superior would be pleased to hear that. She taught me everything I know about cock sucking,” said Stacy.
“Ah, we got a fucking comedienne here. Is your red hair as fake as your tits?”
“Actually my hair is fake but the tits are real. Who ever heard of a nun with a boob job,” said Stacy between long slow licks that began at his hemorrhoid scarred anus and ended at the very tip of his penis.
“I was in love with my ninth grade teacher. Her name was Sir Mary Joseph,” said Mr. Serrentino. “She was Irish and she had red hair like you. I used to lie in my bed at night and jerk off thinking about what I would do to her if I got the chance.”
“Was she strict? Did she whip your ass with a ruler?” asked Stacy looking up as she passed her tongue along the length of the cock?
“Was she strict? She used to line all the boys up at recess. You had to bend over and grab your shoe tops. She’d go down the line, bam, bam, bam. Your butt would be on fire.”
“Sounds very educational, what happened to her,” asked Stacy gratified that slowly Mr. Serrentino’s cock was getting harder.
“She caught Luigi Grimaldi smoking a cigarette behind the school. That was a few years later. They’d made her principal of St. Bernard’s Parish High School. She made Luigi stand up in front of the other students while she paddled him with this big wooden paddle they made in shop class. Luigi began to cry and everybody started laughing. Everyone was surprised. The Grimaldi were supposed to be tough but there was Luigi bawling like a bambino.”
“She showed disrespect for the family,” said Stacy swirling her tongue over the now hard cock. She could even taste a little precum seeping out the piss hole.
“Ah, you know something about Sicilians. Luigi’s dad, Alonzo, he beat the living shit out of Luigi when he heard about it, not for smoking but for showing weakness. He used his belt on the boy and when Luigi’s mom tried to stop him, he whipped her for giving him such a weakling for a son.”
“Mother’s should not interfere in family business,” said Stacy increasing her pace as Mr. Serrentino’s breath quickened.
“True, wives should know their place. What Sister Mary Joseph did not know was that Alonzo did not respect the holy church. That’s why he’s burning in hell’s fire now. He paid these niggers who sold drugs for him in Harlem to take Sister Mary Joseph to a place down in Hell’s Kitchen and make her into a whore. All day and all night long she had to fuck niggers. After a while they let her go but everyone knew what happened.”
“So what happened to her,” asked Stacy windshield wiping her tongue across the tip of his penis?
“The bishop sent her to Rome to live with the Pope,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“And Luigi and his father,” asked Stacy slipping the first joint of her index finger in Mr. Serrentino’s ass teasing his anus.
“Oh, that feels nice. You know your business and that is important even for a whore. Luigi died in prison. Some fairy knifed him after Luigi fucked him in the shower. Alonzo Grimaldi was killed outside of Salvatore’s Restaurant over on Eight and Webster. They made me capo then,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“You were lucky to be next in line for promotion,” said Stacy adding a second finger to Mr. Serrentino’s rectum.
“Luck, I always made my own luck. You’re doing a good job, doll. The last cunt, Barbara sent me, didn’t make it happen. I let the boys teach her a lesson,” said Mr. Serrentino.
“Just relax and close your eyes. Let Sister Serena take care of you just like Sister Mary Ignatius,” said Stacy before she her pace once more. Minutes later, she felt a few drops of thin watery semen land on her tongue. Mr. Serrentino let out a long sigh as he climaxed then fell silent.
Stacy applied a few final licks; but the old man had fallen asleep and begun to snore. She quietly reached back under the desk and pulled the Sig Sauer loose from where she taped it. After she removed the tape and cock the weapon, she unhooked the gold chain from around her waist and walked quietly around the back of the Mr. Serrentino’s desk chair.
Stacy placed the pistol on the credenza then took a firm hold on each end of the chain. Reaching over the chair she slowly brought the chain around his neck bracing one knee against the back of his desk chair.
Stacy took a deep breath then pushed Mr. Serrentino’s head forward as she pulled the chain tight behind the back of his neck. The thin chain biting into his neck brought Mr. Serrentino awake but it was too late. She had leverage and was much stronger. The struggle only lasted a few minutes. Stacy detected the odors of urine and feces as Mr. Serrentino’s bowels released.
Stacy quickly redressed in her nun’s costume. She placed the pistol in one of the habit’s conveniently large pockets. She’d hoped to leave unnoticed but as she walked toward the door, she saw it open and Sallie step into the room.
“How did it go? You get the old man off?” asked Sallie as Stacy approached.
“Yes, he dropped his load,” said Stacy reaching into the pocket and removing the pistol.
“What the fuck, Sammy,” screamed Sallie when he saw the gun.
Stacy flicked the safety off and fired. The bullet impacted Sallie’s chest blowing him against the wall. Stacy’s second shot blew off the top of his skull. Stacy rushed out the door. Sammy, Leo, and Zeke were standing up reaching for their semi-automatics when Stacy stepped into the room. Stacy fired three times sending all three to the floor with a bullet hole in the center of their chest. Sir Charles instructions to leave no witnesses had been very explicit. Stacy stood over each of the three and fired twice into their forehead shattering their skull.
Stacy pocketed the gun then walked quickly down the stairs, past Morris, the nighttime security guard and out of the Oasis. Mr. Serrentino’s investment in soundproofing had paid off. Morris had not heard a thing.
“Hey, Sister Serena, how’d it go,” asked Morris?
“Great, Mr. Serrentino’s an incredible stud for a man his age,” said Serena leaving.
When she reached the curb, a car pulled up. Stacy got in and it sped away.
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