West Virginia USA – Male Drinking Club Three Years Ago
It was not the first time he had visited this type of club; a number of years previously, he had been a reluctant visitor to similar establishments in St Petersburg and Moscow in the company of Pavlov and his entourage. Nevertheless, having entered this club alone, to have said that he felt very uncomfortable and out of place would have been an understatement; he was deeply embarrassed. He hoped he would not have to endure the torture for too long; the person he had to meet had insisted that the club would be the first point of contact. It was not difficult to recognise her; he had been informed she was extremely popular among the regular customers. The men whistled and shouted when she arrived on stage for her solo performance. The above medium height slim woman; light overall tan; flowing black curly hair; shining green brown eyes; and clad in a bikini top that barely covered her breasts and a discrete thong that hinted but did not expose too much of her waxed area, calmly took up her position. She started by sliding up and down the pole performing a number of set pieces; arched her back; reached forward to expose the tips of her nipples; and performed summersaults. When she performed a series of variations of banana splits, the men went wild, urging her on in the hope that they would get a glimpse of the treasure concealed behind the thong. Each time she approached the barrier that divided her from the customers, dollar bills in large denominations would be thrust at her. Men tried to reach over to place them in the top of her bikini or ideally in her flimsy thong with the hope of touching her waxed crotch and possibly more; something her professionalism would never allow. As she entered her final manoeuvres, she indicated with the agreed signal that she had seen Vergani. Relieved the ordeal was over, he left the club and drove two blocks down the road to the diner where they had agreed to meet.
Ten minutes later the woman he had watched in the club entered the diner dressed in jeans and a white sweat shirt walked over to the table where Vergani was seated. They had agreed to speak English to avoid drawing attention.
“Francesco Vergani? Rosella Lombardi, pleased to meet you. Did you enjoy the performance?”
“Very sensuous; I see you are very popular Lieutenant Lombardi.”
“Apart from my performances, they appreciate that I haven’t had operations to enhance my looks or shape; I’m a natural. I have been going there for quite some time. I started for kicks to earn money whilst I was studying. When I joined the FBI as a special agent in the Mafia surveillance unit I thought it was a good place to pick up information. I find it useful; we have been able to monitor the gradual takeover by the Ruskies; the areas where they collaborate with the Pizzaiolos and where they are in conflict.”
“Interesting, we can talk about those connections when you come on board. How often do you perform there?”
Rosella didn’t like this guy’s attitude; he seemed to be quietly sneering at her. She decided to fuel his prejudices.
“Now I only appear a couple of times a week; there is other work to do; the two hour journey is a hassle; and its hard on my body.”
“It must be very strenuous, you are obviously very fit.”
Rosella was determined to test this slightly stiff gentleman,
“It’s not that; it’s difficult to get the proper kind of protection for the kind of throng they insist I use; I hope you were watching enough to notice that I didn’t rub my crotch along the pole too much; I have to avoid excess pressure on my little pearl and getting my peach too sore; detrimental to my sex life; you know what I mean?”
Francesco considered himself broadminded but; he did not want to pursue the line of conversation. He was beginning to reconsider the wisdom of having contacted this woman; he avoided answering her question.
“I must admit it is a very untraditional approach. Sorry, can I offer something to eat or drink?”
She knew he was trying to skirt around the question,
“Untraditional? Not really, I have to protect the part of my body from which I derive so much pleasure, don’t you agree? I’ll just take a Pepsi thanks.”
He ordered the drink and again avoided making a comment.
“I suppose your unit has explained why I am here?”
“Where do I start?”
“From the beginning?” Rosella smiled.
Francesco smiled back and thought that Special Agent Lombardi would turn out to be a tough person to deal with.
“Our unit operates outside the mainstream anti-Mafia operations. Apart from obtaining evidence to prosecute, we aim to permanently plug a number of serious leaks and eliminate the politically motivated moles that hamper our work. This is a matter of urgency for us. We are a very small, autonomous and, I would like to think, effective group. Over the past few months we have decided we need resources from the outside to penetrate the various Mafia-political circles using untraditional methods. Your name was suggested to us.”
“Somebody who has been providing significant financial support to the work of our unit and who has had members of his family killed by the Mafia.”
Although there were probably many such candidates, Rosella suspected who that person may be but did not pursue the matter.
“What do you expect me to do?”
“To develop an intimate relationship with a member of the New Wave Party who is the main link to the Mafia; and ordered the murder of members of the family of our financial sponsor.”
“What do you mean by intimate? Spread my legs and allow him to penetrate me?”
Vergani had been warned of this woman’s use of language.
“Possibly but not necessarily; we also want you to report on his contacts in the political, business and Mafia spheres; and methods such as orgies to blackmail people who can be of use to him and his associates.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, are you asking me to become a whore? Pole dancing is one thing; allowing any Tom, Dick or Harry screw me at their will is another matter.”
“We are not expecting you to do that. We just need you to get enough information so we can nail him good and hard.”
“And in the process he can give a slip-a-dick-to-me at the drop of his trousers?”
“No, you are free to opt out at any moment and we will fly you back home. There could be personal rewards if you succeed in what we are proposing.”
“Which kind of rewards?”
“This man ordered the killing of your parents.”
Rosella went silent,
“Jes, I hope you are telling the truth because if not, I will first bust your nuts; then every single bone in your body.”
“Does this mean you agree?”
“Yes, how do you propose to go from here? I will need protection guarantees.”
“You will have a 24/7 surveillance team and a new identity. You have a law degree and a PhD in technology, I presume dealing with surveillance?”
Rosella nodded in agreement.
“Once you have the new identity, you will be invited to the Italian Embassy in Washington; the USA-Italian Cultural and Higher Education Cooperation Forum. your target is the Italian National Coordinator. With our support, you will casually meet him; and use your charm to tantalise his macho ego; he will then move heaven and earth to invite you to Italy as a visiting professor as part of the joint exchange programme. Whilst this is happening you will remain in the US and help the FBI follow-up on the other contacts he makes here. Does that make sense?”
“Before I say yes, is this guy violent? I know he may order killings but does he every carry out executions?”
“No, he is basically a coward but he has been known to drug women to get his own way.”
“Sounds like the kind of dick head I can work on. When do I start? I’m gonna metaphorically stick this guys balls down his throat; that is what he ordered to have done to my uncle’s cousin. Right?”
“Yes, by the way how is your Italian?”
She spoke a number of sentences in perfect Sicilian.
“You are going to have to take lessons; your new identity card will state that you are from Bologna; so start learning.”
“Do I also have to learn what the girls reputedly do in Bologna? It may be popular amongst White House interns but for me that kind of stuff is out of bounds. ”
He knew what she was referring to but did not answer. He stood up.
“Let me escort you to your car; I think we can work together. I’ll be in touch very soon.”
(c) Roger Short Triple Edge – Decadence 2013 –