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CHAPTER 38 MY OWN CRIMINAL RAT

Johnny felt glee watching the politician he was successful in trapping into this wicked web, plead to Skinny Sam’s cold thugs to not ruin his life and his political career; he would do whatever Skinny Sam wanted. He agreed to payments of money, contracted work from the city and to be beholden to Skinny Sam entirely. The plan had worked so well Johnny was amazed at how easy it was and he felt confirmed in his own life plan that would never make him one who had to toil for money. Those were the fools to Johnny and all those people were below him; each and every one. Even this politician who worked for the people was a fool and deserved to get dicked and Johnny loved watching his downfall.  The perfect extortion scheme was at work again but now at an elevated level and Johnny saw the power that he could gain from it for himself.

‘Get out now!” the thug that watched over Johnny screamed at him from across the room. “Leave the dress and get out!” he screamed again and Johnny knew the best thing to do was to move quickly. As Johnny raised up from the bed he said “I need my stuff.” But the thug’s face was burning through Johnny knowing that his life hung on what he did next. He quickly moved to gather what he could even some food off the last room service as Skinny Sam’s thug kept his burning eyes on him. He passed the politician kneeling on the floor and their eyes met. The politician was defeated his red swollen eyes of despair meekly looked at Johnny for the last time. Johnny smiled as he thought the devil himself would do it. He ruled this man and it felt good.  The next thing Johnny knew he was outside the door of the lavish hotel room that he had enjoyed with familiar pleasure.  He stood for a moment staring at the door wanting to go back into that life and stay there. But he knew to live another day meant to do as Skinny Sam’s thugs wanted.

The night was cool and crisp and Johnny felt into his pocket for money to cab over to Tatiana’s house. She surely would be pleased with him and though Tatiana’s house was not the comfort that he was just enjoying through her he could surely get that again for himself. Another scam another plan to take down the stupid working fools and make them unwitting slaves to pay their money and give up their power too. The possibilities were limitless and Johnny could ride this easy ride forever. As he became more successful they would surely pay him a larger cut and maybe even give him some of that power obtained from the right victims.

His pocket had nothing and his hopes that Skinny Sam’s thugs had paid him were left unrealized. It would be another long walk but the night was the right weather and Johnny headed out with a spring in his step his head filled with visions of how far this could take him.

It was late in the evening but it was the weekend and the city was wide awake; businesses open welcoming the night creepers. Johnny walked by a nightclub that was in full swing. He could hear the roar inside as people enjoyed their night. A few people were straggling outside smoking and uninterested in Johnny not even looking his way just hurrying to get back inside and get back to the fun. Johnny thought about joining in but he wasn’t dressed like this crowd and his night had been good enough.  As he walked on further into the residential area a few houses were still alive with social gatherings and music blaring. “Hey you! Come on over man!” Johnny looked over at the group that had spilled onto the lawn of a small white adobe tiled home that are common in the older parts of Los Angeles.

Johnny stopped walking and got excited by the invitation for some free food and drinks that every party in this neighborhood offered. He didn’t move as he waited for the invitation to come out of the crowd again, moving his eyes back and forth trying to find anyone who was looking over at him. Just as he turned to start walking again, his heart sinking at the realization that he wasn’t getting free food and drinks after all, he heard it again. He quickly turned and this time saw someone motioning over to him.  A large man was looking over, his hand waving him towards the party.  Other people around began looking over at Johnny and now joined in the invitation. Johnny walked over not wanting to look too anxious to get to the free food and alcohol but couldn’t help assessing the free liquor offered inside as soon as he soon as he got close enough. He walked through the group towards the inside of the house as people milled around and walked in and out of the house; a moving environment that allowed him to move right into the house just by saying hello.

“Hey Dude what are you up to tonight? C’mon we’re having a great time here! Join us!” One of the men dressed in Hawaiian print shorts and a crisp white t-shirt put his hand on Johnny’s shoulder like a longtime friend he could trust.  Others were dressed in similar beachwear and Johnny thought that these fools wouldn’t be worth pulling a scam on. But the food he stuffed into his pockets from the hotel room was long gone and that walk made him extra hungry with miles to go. He could smell the food inside as he got nearer to the door and he knew immediately it was good Mexican; his stomach growling as its sweet aroma filled his nostrils. “What’s your name little dude?” another man asked as Johnny walked towards the food his blond hair sweeping back like an ocean wave.  “I’m Johnny dude and it’s good to meet you all” Johnny took pleasure in how real he sounded. He didn’t want to meet any of these idiots these were his lowest minions. “Nothing real to take from them” he thought hiding his inner scowl from being seen “Not enough money to support me as I expect and deserve and not enough money to get a large amount at once. “ He kept a friendly demeanor and smile on his face just long enough to get to their banquet table of food and rows of ready Margaritas. His world was one of lavish excess not budgeted fun now and then like this life was but the Margarita went down deliciously.

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When I was growing up monsters were what you didn’t believe in when you are an adult. It defined that transition as much as puberty changes did.  It’s a lie we are told as children so we will agree to take on this whole life with gusto that every child needs to actually succeed and survive against the fear of it.  But monsters are real they are all around us from the best neighborhoods to the worst; there is no safe place. Even places where everyone knows each other monsters exist; they’re everywhere.

This monster is more than a pain in my neck he disgusts me. How did this guy get away with this for so long? Systems that bulge with crime so that monsters are sent back into our streets to continue their terror is our reality.  When monsters serve little or no time the crimes begin to pay off instead of proving up that crime doesn’t pay and more monsters stay monsters.  But this guy has escaped any real time yet because he has worked this out so they never think he is doing anything exactly that “illegal”.  The police that have gone after him have all walked away with reductions of charges to back out on the street so quick he knows he got away with it every time. Their response has fueled him on.

Prison is the place our society would put this devil if law enforcement did something. But in some ways his evil is so grand over decades of time that now and then it seems death may be more of the right choice. His crime is one to push you to the edge so that you give him your hard earned money. He doesn’t work and never has just living off everyone since the day he was born. There is no redemption here this is a life sentence straight to hell.  But why not make that moment where he finally goes to hell quicker? All this guy has ever given anyone is pain. He gets gleeful at exacting that pain to a degree that sometimes I think he is more of a demon then a plain monster. 

Most people don’t believe demons are real but I know there are; they work on their own and they lead groups and sometimes they even lead nations of people into heinous despair and destitution; souls getting lost to the devil in the great war of God and the devil.  The devil is at it and we are at war.

Prison term for this demon is 5 years but he would, because of too many monsters in our society, be let out in only two years and he would be back at it. He doesn’t know how to be anything but a monster and I am sure he doesn’t want to be anything but a monster either. But kill this monster and get caught and you are facing decades of imprisonment and more years then he gets for doing this to people. Go figure? Is that justice?

Law enforcement isn’t the answer even to begin with. Out here there are so many violent monsters that they don’t pay attention to monsters like this. They just leave you to be victimized; handle it yourself. They don’t have time for every monster and we have to then fight those monsters alone.  Doesn’t the leave me the right to decide what to do about it on my own? If they can’t take care of it or won’t what is the answer? If the law of society fails to protect you and you are left to protect yourself why should the law of that society be able to judge your response to it? That failure should mean all bets are off.

But I have learned that he hasn’t been working at this alone. Saw the large one that is definitely the enforcer for this group. I would have to kill all three. This is going to take some thinking and planning; but its time to end it.

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Weeks went by until Johnny thought his life was definitely one really worth living again as it was full of leisure and it seemed that this life would last forever. Once he became convinced his life changed again for good the thug that dutifully took care of him with the caring precision as his nanny growing up suddenly became belligerent as he began issuing orders sounded in clear disrespect for him to get up from the bed of his happiness and leisure and get dressed in the red dress and fierce heels that were delivered early that morning.

Johnny snarled back immediately but just as he did the thug ignored him only because the hard knock on the hotel door stopped him. Skinny Sam’s team of making him a beautiful woman entered the room with the confidence of a science team that knew how to cure cancer. Before he knew it he had been transformed into a vision that his untrained hand had never been able to achieve. He could not stop looking at the new person he had become in every mirror mesmerized on how beautiful he thought he looked as a woman. His fit body filled the red dress that hugged tightly but made him almost look like he had women’s breasts magically through tape and the skill of Skinny Sam’s team. 

The make up was flawless and really convinced him that he could pass as a woman to anyone and everyone no matter how discriminating they might be.  He felt powerful and was ready for the challenge to succeed at giving Skinny Sam what he wanted and more importantly Tatiana what she wanted. He would prove himself to be the most valuable in this group of half-wits and muscle and the beautiful and the truly powerful Tatiana. Cream rises to the top and he was ready for his moment to take his place amongst the gods where he knew he belonged.

The next coach burst into the hotel room motioning him to the couch with a presence that caused Johnny to obey without question and without a fight of superiority. He was in it and fully engaged in succeeding and would do anything asked to make this work as if his destiny was at stake.

He walked out of the hotel room that had been his cocoon of pleasure and relaxation without trepidation. Being a whore was easy for him he had done it forever now and giving in didn’t feel like giving up anymore. He was in the driver’s seat of this scam and loved the power of succeeding with a politician. If this worked his life would remain leisure and it would be powerful as it gained value with Skinny Sam and Tatiana with the success of this grand venture.

The blue suit and sad look of this politician made him easy to spot beyond the pictures he had been provided by the coach that told him every detail on how to make this man go up to the hotel room with him.  Johnny relished on how easy this would in fact be. He edged over to the seat next to him with finesse that Johnny thought he should get an academy award for. He briefly imagined himself on the red carpet when he felt the politician’s hand on his exposed thigh.  He had him and he knew it. It was just a matter of a few minutes now to get him up to the room. Johnny was filled with glee inside.

Johnny edged near to whisper his treachery in the politician’s ear his hot breath tantalizing the politician and driving his intent in the right direction of letting Johnny take him. “ I have a hotel room why don’t you and I go have some fun?” He puffed warmly and as sexy as he could. The politician fell against him briefly and Johnny knew he was his. Johnny kissed him gently so he could not feel any bristle of his facial hair sealing the deal.

Up the elevator they went the mirrors providing an added opportunity at sexual heightening as Johnny allowed him to grope his body only shying away from him touching his genitals like a shy schoolgirl so the scam would not be revealed before they got to their destination of this politician’s final release of power and destruction.  It was working so easily and well the Johnny felt extra powerful as he submitted to the politician’s desires.

‘C’mon now, what was your name again?” Johnny chuckled “We have all night to satiate our desires. You are quite a man!” Johnny opened the door of the room walking backwards towards the bed falling down on it while the small blue light of the camera shining in the corner recorded it all.  The politician fell easily into Johnny sucking him off before he could no longer resist full release into animal passion and grabbed at Johnny’s crotch.  Johnny froze in his acted passion not knowing what the politician would now do as clearly he felt his manhood discovering his misdirection.

“What the hell is going on here!?” He jumped up and screamed “What the fuck is THIS?!” he jumped up moving quickly away from Johnny as the lights of the hotel room blinded him and  Skinny Sam and his thugs appeared. The politicians face melted into defeat as he recognized Skinny Sam, his sexual desires long gone as if his most recent reality never existed while his pants bunched at his feet prevent him from running away.  He panicked as he blazed through thoughts on how he could remove himself from this problem until it ended in concession as Skinny Sam relayed his demands for his submission. His heart sank and he in the end submitted knowing his fate was sealed by this singular mistake. Johnny sat in the corner of the bed watching the show of his success sipping the remaining champagne and sucking on the chocolate strawberries with a feeling of safe belonging.

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Tatiana’s gown flowed through the crowd as she walked through with confidence giving them what they wanted and what no one else could give anymore; hope that their earthly life could be saved.  Lacking absolute faith that the soul is everlasting they flocked to the charlatan that preached faith in a new religion made up for the purpose of taking the hopeless and giving them worthless hope for her only real love, their money; the soulless leading the souls to their faithless doom. Tatiana enjoyed her power here. It was so easy for them to believe in the unbelievable that she crafted into what she looked at as an art in the understanding over their desperate fear.  This night was her biggest flock yet and it was growing successfully despite the fact that she saved no one. She was the latest hope for the hopeless crowd and becoming the hottest ticket in town.

Life was under control and her power felt more extended by her deal with Skinny Sam. She had once again managed to come out on top in a situation that almost lost control. Rooskie was a good man to have around but his special desires were getting riskier and she couldn’t make it big in this faked religious world with the likes of him by her side. She considered using Skinny Sam when the right time came and when he became more of a risk than a benefit to her. She knew with Johnny there was more money to make and she was soon to make a lot of cash with her deal with Skinny Sam that gave her a percentage of the take from that politician he had in his sights.

“Yes my children release your demons that make you ill and you will be cured” she chanted through the crowd that cooed her.  They reached to touch her gown not wanting to wait their turn for her concerted touch and she felt irritation rise but successfully quelled it. She knew showing this would work against her here.  She thought about how far she had made it from her beginning. From a young and naïve street whore to an expert high end prostitute to now running scams that she didn’t have to take shit from Johns anymore or ever again. She dreamed that Johnny’s dad would save her one time long ago but not for long as she always really knew that was a fantasy since no one ever saved her. She was always on her own.  

The cash take was better than ever tonight and she could barely keep her bag of money from flowing over all over her angelic gown. She ended the evening announcing her next event for further healing then escaped before they mowed her down in their despair to be saved now instead of later. She knew how to do a quick exit and appreciated her skills in doing so. It took time to perfect this scam and she felt she was pinnacled now.  For a moment she wondered what life would be like if she got out of the whole thing but quickly erased that thought when she looked down at her bulging white satin bag of easy money; this was the life and these suckers were dead anyway so she made a note of her happiness at its success and raced out the back door. As she exited into the alley she was dismayed to see Rooskie was late. He wasn’t often late but before she got angered the van appeared.

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Johnny woke up in sheets that were so soft when he woke up he thought he was back home with his father and he turned over with a relaxation he had not felt for now decades of time. He opened his eyes to a lavish hotel room and for a second believed he had a bad nightmare and all the things he thought that had occurred for now decades were not a reality. As soon as that thought formed itself a thug that was clearly connected to Skinny Sam appeared in his presence.  “Eat up! Sam says you need to gain some weight before we can pull our scam on that dirty politician” he said. Johnny looked over to see a table filled with food he thought he forgot existed with white linen that he quickly realized how much he missed as soon as he touched its silky threads.  He became cognizant that he was wearing no clothes and he wasn’t quite sure what had occurred since his last memory. He knew Skinny Sam had his way with him for cocaine and that Tatiana sold him for a scam but he did not understand why he was now treated to such a lavish life when before he was left in the room of the terminals. He decided it was best to just go with it and not question this heaven. He ate everything on the room service cart and as he did so he did not recall how long it had actually been since he had a real meal beyond the scraps that had been his subsistence.

His skin felt taught against the blood that had curdled to stop the blood flow on his face.  But the food he ate seemed to heal all his woes of life. He was back to the good life of his old days where his daddy took care of him and made his life easy. When his belly was full he grabbed the remote on the nightstand hotel table and turned it on sinking into the Egyptian sheets. Skinny Sam’s thug stood on the edge of the room unnoticed by Johnny who reveled in relaxing like his old day memories reminding him of his previous Valhalla life. After a few hours of relaxing he fell asleep again to the TV playing on and Skinny Sam’s thug remaining quiet in the corner of the room.

Rooskie pulled and dragged another precious trunk into the house he shared with Tatiana but as he knew Tatiana was not there tonight. This was the night she had her terminal patients that would give her their shirts off their backs not to die and to be saved at any price. She didn't provide any saving to anyone but she did take the last of their money joyfully every time.

As he struggled to position his latest trunk into the room in the right place for him to do what he needed to do to perform his ritual craft he once again swore this would be the last time. He moved over to the small desk and pulled out the necessary items as his guilt started to overwhelm him until finally his lust released him.  Dutifully the thread wrapped around the needle in just the right way, his large fingers moving with finesse. He grabbed into the trunk and pulled out the piece after piece of seasoned flesh that was just right to break away with a tug like leather that was close to fully cured. The small face he carved needed to be just right. Stitch after stitch he crafted his latest victim into the small doll that gave him ultimate power. The skin the hair the nails all were miniaturized and sewn into the replica of his victim until he could feel the perfection and all his senses were aroused.

He took his small victim and placed it close to his chest breathing deeply. This is the only time Rooskie felt safe and secure. He was in complete control and it aroused him quickly. Only the small dolls he created of his victims and Tatiana could excite him like this and as he petted his doll he came easily. Before falling asleep he opened his last trunk and placed it inside to rest with the thousands before this latest prize.  He used to hate the smell of the open trunk but no longer, it was natural to him, something to revel in and better than any drug he had ever taken. It made him powerful in a world he always felt unsafe in.  This was his only solace, his only time when he felt happy and blissful sleep swept over him with ease.

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When the doors to the room he was in just hours ago closed shut he heard the sound of heavy chains clinking loudly sending their assurances that this time he would never escape. The dirty mattress felt comfortable under the weight of his weariness both physically and emotionally.  The veil of nightmares began quickly.

When Johnny woke up the light of the bulb above forcing his eyes awake seemed more like it was there for torture then light.  Without a window he had no sense of how long he had slept or what time of day or night it was. He focused on trying to hear any sounds from outside so he could gage what was going on but he heard nothing. It seemed the place he was had been completely abandoned by the criminal lives that made this place their safe haven.  He felt his face aching and as he touched his cheek he flashed back to the memory of grinding on the broken asphalt on his arrival as the crusted wound rippled over his slight caring touch.  The rest of his body ached but he knew he would heal like all gods do and the physical pain was dwarfed by his despair over what Tatiana had done to him.

Tatiana’s treachery of selling him off to Skinny Sam to be used and abused for their equal benefit and without any benefit to Johnny made his eyes heavy and wanting for more sleep to escape this reality.  The most he could get for being on the whore end of this scam was $150 and he knew there would be thousands of dollars and power coming from this one that would not be shared with Johnny. As anger welled inside of him his body and mind became energized as he suddenly heard the hefty chains that kept him in this prison rattle open again. The door swept open as Johnny rose to his feet wobbling to its completion. As two large thugs entered the room their laughter drowned out Johnny’s anger and turned it to confusion. “Look at this drowned rat! “ roared the first thug with a thunderous voice that matched his heavy build. “Yah what the hell Skinny Sam wants with this asshole is beyond me!” the other thug chuckled shaking his head after first looking at Johnny.  “Hey both of you get to work and get him out here!” Skinny Sam’s voice could be heard in the distance. As Johnny was dragged out of the room Skinny Sam came into Johnny’s view. He was sitting at the same desk with a half smoked cigar hanging out of his mouth as if it was a part of him. Johnny was pushed forward the two thugs of Skinny Sam now behind him but he could feel their bodies preventing any thoughts of escape or disobedience. “Wow you got pretty beat up last night eh Johnny? Well we will get you all healed up and in a pretty dress soon enough for our special congressman. I am forgetting about last night as Tatiana is my dear sweetheart and now I know you are her whore on loan. An easy mistake that can be made about you whores” Skinny Sam told him as Johnny winced. “I might even be able to get her in the sack for this favor” he went on and Johnny lost his footing as the thugs grabbed him to hold him up. “Oh I see you have a special place in your heart for our dear Tatiana. You aren’t her type pal and this move on her part should let you know clearly where you stand with her,” he laughed.  “Take him away and get this rat something to eat so we can get our plan moving sooner rather than later” and as the words were spoken the thugs grabbed his arms on either side “Oh wait a second boys I think I want to play with him a little while stand outside the door unless you want to join in with this whore. ”

Skinny Sam’s eyes brightened and he was ready to have his way with Johnny again his mind recalling the limo ride with Johnny. Both thugs exited the room, as Johnny stayed in the same spot motionless and quiet in front of Skinny Sam.  “Come on turn around and bend over now and be the whore you are you piece of shit you are going to make me feel good for sparing your life and expect to do this every day while you are on your stay with us. “ Skinny Sam said with sinister conviction. Johnny stayed motionless he didn’t want to move and didn’t want to give this letch any pleasure without payment. “Give me some blow first” were the only words that came out of Johnny’s mouth despite his unwillingness.  Skinny Sam laughed quietly as he opened his desk drawer and pulled out a large bag of white powder that Johnny could see shining in the light and he craved it. “You like this huh? Yah all you whores love this shit don’t you. Ok you rat here you go have at it” he said as he took some out and lined it out on the desk where Johnny could reach it. Johnny breathed in deep feeling relief from each line. When he was finished he turned around and Skinny Sam took his pleasure without protest. When he was finished Johnny fell to the ground and blacked out as he heard Skinny Sam laughing.

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The van screeched to a halt at the back of the house and Johnny fell forward in the stop losing his balance and crashed into the center console. Rooskie jumped out before Johnny was able to pull himself back upward. The side door screamed open with such a force that Johnny stopped on his knees and Rooskie’s large hand clenched Johnny’s shirt pulling him backward and out of the van crashing him onto the weeds disguising as grass from long term neglect. Johnny decided staying down was his best option. Again his instincts screamed to him to submit rather than force a show down as his means of survival. “Get up you piece of worthless shit!” Rooskie began, his voice so strong Johnny thought he could feel its weight on his back pushing him downward though Rooskie had taken his hands off of him as soon as he hit the ground outside of the van.  He went on about whom he had been saved from and his connections to the deep criminal underground and how he had even further now placed them all at risk. He knew Tatiana was in the house and soon she would come to his rescue.  He kept his back down waiting for his savior.

After he almost gave up on Tatiana coming to save him he heard the back door screech open, the hinges struggling to hang onto their worn wood supports. It opened slowly, which pleased Johnny; as he believed this meant she was not angry with him like Rooskie was securing his survival. He focused on her beautiful steps towards him above the noise of Rooskie as he roared on.  It was magical to him that he could tune her in and tune everything else out. She didn’t speak during her short approach to his position on the dirty grass below Rooskie. He heard ice cubes sing against a glass he was sure Tatiana was holding and hoped she was bringing him a drink. He glanced upward sheepishly making sure not to appear challenging.  Rooskie stopped his rampage suddenly and Johhny’s eyes met Tatiana’s. She didn’t speak and he realized the drink in her hand was not intended for him as she took a long drink.  She was wearing a long white gown that was light and flowed in the slight breeze appearing as an angel to Johnny. His pulse slowed as his muscles relaxed from the vision of Tatiana.

Rooskie then relayed to Tatiana what had occurred and how he had broke Johnny out of the other man’s clutches. He spoke low and deliberately pointing out to her that the time had come to end Johnny’s life to save their lives. The man who had taken Johnny was a more serious criminal then Rooskie and suddenly Johnny felt uplifted impressed that someone of such caliber in crime wanted him for his own criminal plan. Tatiana listened as she finished her drink the ice cubes falling against her lips with the last drink. When Tatiana finally spoke she only said three words and Johnny was sure he didn’t hear her right. “Take him back” Tatiana said to Rooskie and at that moment one of Rooskie’s large hands grabbed onto Johnny once again the other grabbing the van door opening it and throwing him back into the van driving off before Johnny could come to the realization as to what just happened.

Rooskie said nothing while the van sped on except for mumblings that Johnny could not make out. He was surprised on how quickly he had submitted to Tatiana’s order and began thinking he might be killed by Rooskie rather than be dropped off at this last captor’s hideout.  The van suddenly stopped and Johnny thought his heart stopped at the same time. Sweat rolled down every part of his body as he waited for his fate to occur. He could never beat Rooskie physically and he was quite certain of it. He tried to come up with a plan his mind racing out of control waiting and waiting staying still as he became more crazed. He didn’t even hear Rooskie exit the van before he heard the side door screech open again and Rooskie’s hand grabbed at him viciously hoping to kill him in his grasp to throw him out.  Johnny fell to the asphalt his face falling forcefully against the breaks of asphalt that was worn and jagged and Johnny felt the blood begin to flow.

The van sped away and Johnny raised his head to find out quickly where he had been pushed out hoping Rooskie had maybe left him where he could run away and be free, maybe even have a chance to get home to his father.  As soon as his eyes focused he could see in his dismay that he was back at his previous captor’s hideout, the man Rooskie had called Skinny Sam’s in the industrial area where no one but criminals at this time of night was ever on these streets. As he put his hand to his face to check the blood flow that was dripping off him now aggressively he saw shoes that he had not heard walk up.  “You lucky fuck!” Johnny knew this was Skinny Sam. “If I didn’t have a ton of respect for that hot ass Tatiana you would be dead right now asshole. But we cut a deal you motherfucker and she has loaned me to you for my plan so you have a bit more life yet if you don’t fuck it up that is” , Johnny could not believe his ears that like a slave Tatiana had given him to Skinny Sam and his heart sank as Skinny Sam’s thugs lifted him up and dragged him away as he heard Skinny Sam give them the order to clean up his face and throw him back into the room Rooskie had just earlier saved him from.

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Johnny woke up with a sharp pain in his side as he pushed his hand away from the offending pain he felt it was a foot.  He slowly looked up while he rubbed his eyes from the previous night of deathly adventure. Rooskie stood in front of him his eyes piercing as if this was Johnny’s last moment of life.  “You motherfucker!”Rooskie roared “how did you get mixed up with this man!! Do you get who you met?! Get up you bastard motherfucker piece of shit! We only have MINUTES!”  Johnny understood that his fate was likely better with Rooskie than the man. Rooskie had secrets he was close to privy to when with the man he knew with certainty cement shoes came with the risk of following his plan. He picked himself up and followed Rooskie as if he was his savior.

The creep out of the warehouse was the longest creep Johnny ever made in his life.  But he followed Rooskie through the warehouse with the real knowledge that his life depended on it. When they finally reached the dark wet crisp of the outside freedom night Johnny felt his shoulders relax and finally relief. He also briefly lamented his old life with his father. How easy his old life was and how he yearned to have it back.  He looked down at his worn shoes and felt anger swell inside him.

Rooskie ran forward and Johnny ran behind him blindly to the van as soon as he recognized it. As soon as Johnny got into the van Rooskie slammed the door closed the force echoed in the still night. As Rooskie started the engine the man’s thugs appeared as if from nowhere in the darkness. Surrounding the van of Rooskie Johnny crouched down as bullets rained around him peering now and then at Rooskie’s skill as a marksman as shot by shot Johnny heard his success as the van catapulted forward.

Soon only darkness surrounded him and Rooskie’s eyes stayed focused on the road alone. From the dark and back to the light of Los Angele’s streets the van sped on until finally it sped into the driveway of Tatiana’s lit house. As they sped down the driveway he caught a glimpse of Tatiana at the kitchen window and his heart skipped a beat. This was an unusual feeling for Johnny. He had never felt this before and he did not know what he should do with it or what it meant but he took pleasure in it and his fear and anger left for a moment.

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The limo sped down the highway turning into the industrial area and Johnny thought his end might come tonight in the hands of these two thugs. After twisting and turning through the dark streets of Los Angeles the man continued satisfying himself until finally the limo came to a stop.  The driver appeared at the door and rustled Johnny out of the limo to the entrance of a dark warehouse his clothes barely hanging onto his body with no chance to arrange himself.  When the door was pushed open the light coming from inside blinded Johnny for a moment as the driver and man pushed by him still holding onto him preventing him from escaping like a rag doll that was no longer cared for but still wanted. When he entered he saw Rooskie standing inside with other thugs at a bar that was positioned to the far corner of the large empty space. He looked at Johnny briefly his piercing eyes burning into him the message to not reveal that Johnny knew him.  Johnny looked down as the man and his thug driver pushed him forward and passed the bar where Rooskie stood through a narrow cold hallway.

Finally and what seemed like an eternity while the man continued to grope him now and then and the driver thug pushed him forward he was pushed into a small office room. The driver pushed him into a chair that sat behind a cluttered desk that the man sat behind lighting a cigar before he finally sat down in the large over done chair. His face smirked at Johnny with the knowledge that he owned him and could do what he wanted with Johnny. “Now listen pal this is not anything serious just a plain ol’ business deal between you and me. I plan to give you a take but of course mine will be bigger since I am the brains on this plan.” Johnny sat silent as the driver thug kept his hand on his shoulder standing behind him.  These men are killers he thought and disagreeing was fatal.

“I have a politician that I want worked” the man went on his cigar smoke filling the air until Johnny felt high from it “ he did me wrong and thinks he can run me and now its my turn to put him in my pocket for good. You my friend are the perfect weapon.” The man went on describing his plan for Johnny to lure the politician into a hotel room where the man would have others handle his pictorial demise. He would be drugged and Johnny would put the drug into his drink in the hotel room. The politician would be lured to the room with the invitation of what he would be led to believe would be a female whore but Johnny would be his whore in the darkness instead.  Johnny felt his pulse racing as the man gave him all the details. Johnny would be paid like a whore for his time with the politician and not a piece of the extortion take. 

Johnny tried to tell the man again about his agreement to work for others meekly but the man was clearly deaf to this information and was uninterested in anything but acceptance of his plan or he would surely fit him with shoes meant to sink him to the bottom of a deep hole.  His shoulder ached from the weight of the heavy hand that held him to that seat. Finally the man put out his cigar and at the same time his driver grabbed Johnny and threw him into the small room adjacent to the cluttered office that Johnny didn't even notice existed when he entered the room. The door slammed behind him and he heard the lock clatter and he knew he was trapped. A small light bulb hanging from a unprotected wire hung from the ceiling and a mat that was dirty with the despair of others before him was sprawled on the floor were the only items in this room of captivity. He knew he was not the first to be put here but was one of many in what was likely a long list of deathly persuasion games.

Johnny was tired and welcomed sleep despite his desperate circumstance. He laid down on the dirty mat and fell asleep quickly while voices behind the walls continued to go on late into the night muffled from understanding by the concrete walls that surrounded him.

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Johnny scuffed his worn boots against the sidewalk as he looked for his next trick. He could see Rooskie far off a tiny spec but lethal nonetheless peering at him and Johnny felt obedience. He had barely survived the wrath of Tatiana in discovering what went down and how he only got $5000 from the last scam. He was forced to work it off working the streets as Rooskie kept his tab.  He didn’t mind turning tricks but he did mind living under Rooskie’s thumb and in his stable.  He had tried to convince Tatiana that he would make more picking pockets at local tourists traps or  helping her at the religious scams but she insisted if he wanted to live that he return to prostitution for his payback.  Man after man Johnny lost track of days and nights and eventually and after weeks began believing Rooskie was cheating him and that he had already achieved the payback amount. But arguing with Rooskie was like arguing with the devil. It was hopeless until Rooskie decided things were square whenever that occurred they wouldn’t be and his life would be at risk.

A deep black car came into his focus as it swung over to the side of the curb just ahead of Johnny. The window opening as he reached the side of it and a hand crusted in diamonds stretched out of it waived him in.  Johnny felt his power return as he headed in the direction of the waiving hand of his approaching salvation.  He knew that demise was not the fate of a god like him and it was just a matter of time.

The door opened and he could see no one as he bent inward to get in.  As he adjusted himself he noted the professional driver uniform and felt elated and quite at home. The man at the other end of the sleek leather seat was older and seemed to be in his 50s or so. His suit was tailored perfectly along his fit body. He was handsome and Johnny was attracted to him. His wealth was clearly grand further exciting Johnny on the possibilities that were now before him. His mind raced as he thought about how he could play this to get the maximum benefit for himself and release him from the slavery of Rooskie.

The man said nothing to Johnny and he sat looking towards him with dark glasses that spoiled Johnny’s ability to read him with certainty. He passed him a dark shiny mirror with lines of white powder that reminded Johnny of his wonderful days in Torino. He leaned in eager to take this man’s offerings and enjoy the ride fully as he easily eliminated one of the three lines.  He leaned backward to reduce the run down his throat as the man’s hand came out motioning him to do more. Johnny was even more thrilled “This is my dream come true!” he thought as he bent forward to wipe another line off the glowing mirror.

“Take another” the man’s voice spoke low and deep and Johnny could hear compassion for him in it.  Johnny did the last line and at this point he was ready to rule his own fate and the world. He leaned towards the man reaching for his crotch ready to please him into becoming his constant muse. The man pushed him back and Johnny lost his footing. “You misunderstand friend” he said, “I am here to offer you a new life. I’m offering you a life that you can get off the streets and into the high life. I don’t want anything from you at the moment so relax. But I do like your eagerness.” The man was confident and the driver seemed uninterested as if this was a speech he had heard many times before.  “What’s this about?” Johnny meekly asked. Johnny knew that a muse would not be aggressive so he suppressed his own frustration over not making immediate money keeping his voice sweet and innocent. He also was not interested in being in another pimp’s stable.  “I’ve got a great scam” the man responded “and I need someone like you to pull it off.” 

Johnny quickly deflated at the realization that he had encountered another criminal organization and that he was thus not likely to ever become this rich man’s muse nor would he make any money at all.  “Sorry but I already belong to another group and dude I am in hot water as is I don’t need it to get any hotter. Thanks but no thanks.” Johnny put his hand on the door to depart and get back to making money to get square with Tatiana.  The man became clearly agitated immediately as if lit by a quick fuse grabbing his arm “You don’t get it man you ARE going to do this scam for me. I NEED YOU so that’s IT MOTHERFUCKER!” he bellowed as his sleek and refined look turned to tacky. Johnny tried to get out but the doors were locked as the car sped away. The man’s hands began groping Johnny’s body as the deep laughter of an insane mind filled the air. The driver looked back at him and he could see he was from the wrong world too and the mistake Johnny had made about them. Johnny gave into the man’s groping hands knowing that he would have to give in to survive.

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Johnny could feel the sweat building as he got closer and closer to seeing into Rooskie’s window his clothes getting damper with every slow step. His heart was beating so loudly it drowned out the rustling leaves now behind him. Finally he reached the wall staying just below the window not sure of how to look into it without being seen. He decided it was best to listen for a moment to see if he could discern from the sounds in the room where Rooskie was in the room itself but his pounding heart made it hard to hear anything above it. He sat frozen for another moment thinking he might faint only his fear keeping him lucid. He wanted to run but his curiosity and drive to get Rooskie away from Tatiana pushed him forward until finally he took hold of his tiny courage and peered in.

The old splintered wood crushed his cheek as his eyes caught site of Rooskie sitting on the mattress on the floor his back to the window. His large back was hunched over, his arms drawn inward resting heavy on each leg moving steadily at a task but Johnny could not see what Rooskie was doing. Johnny sat motionless his hair catching the breeze pasting it onto the splintered wood of the window frame. Suddenly Rooskie pushed his arms forward until they were fully outstretched in front of him admiring a small doll he held gently in both hands. The doll had a strange leathery appearance with long blonde hair that was too long for such a small doll.  Rooskie reached down with one of his large hands while he kept the small doll raised until they came up with dark sheers. He began cutting the dolls hair until it matched the size of the doll itself with meticulous care.

One of the trunks was open and Johnny concluded this was the trunk he brought into the house but Johnny could not see into it from where he was positioned. He had no thought however to move feeling concreted fascination of what was already being revealed to him. Rooskie held the doll up moving it around to give it the perfect haircut until finally he stopped his head moving in confirmation of his final approval. He then brought the doll close to his body until Johnny couldn’t see it at all and began rocking back and forth holding it to his bosom.  Keeping the doll pressed to his body he moved it down between his heavy legs and began rubbing while his body movements revealed the pleasure he was feeling. His body shuddered quietly as the doll dropped to the floor and Rooskie then sat motionless Johnny’s gaze unknowingly fixed on him.

Johnny decided this was the time to get away undetected by Rooskie and though he wanted to see more and especially what was in that trunk he knew he had already taken a big risk and he wasn’t willing to push his luck anymore. As he moved backward and away from the window his hair pulled where the breeze had pasted it to the wood around him. He pulled back further until finally freed continuing to slither backward away from the window his eyes still on Rooskie until he was out of sight. Hunching down quickly Johnny tip toed until he reached the driveway and then turned quickly to run away.  As he ran he looked back once and was relieved not to see Rooskie running after him.  It wasn’t until he was down the street before he could once again hear the breeze chiming through the trees again his heart no longer pounding it out.

As Johnny slowed to a walk he began trying to make sense of what Rooskie was doing. The doll was strange and Rooskie’s actions with it bizarre, but if all Rooskie had was a weird sexual fetish with small dolls that would not do much for him in his plan to have Tatiana get rid of Rooskie.  As he walked onward his mind rolling over what he had seen the coolness of the morning forced his hands into his pockets for warmth. As his fingers reached in he felt the paper of the check within stopping him cold. He once again recalled the urgency that caused him to rush to Tatiana’s house in the first place and he could hear his heart pounding again. He did not want to return to Tatiana’s house but he wanted her to know how well he had done and he wanted to make sure she didn’t send Rooskie out to kill him thinking he’d failed. As he stood frozen lost in his fear of returning and fear of not letting Tatiana know of his success suddenly he felt himself pushed forward by children running by ignoring him in the force of their passing. As he saw them disappearing down the street he lamented for his days of being with his father and longed to live those care- free days again.  

His mind wandered to thoughts of going to his father and trying to get his life back as it was. But as soon as that thought came to him it was replaced with anger over his father having left him with his anger escalating on further thoughts of how he was financially cut off though his father had plenty of money to support him his whole life.  Johnny regained focus on his reality and as he raised his head to look forward at his path he realized more time had passed than he realized as the children were now only specks on the sidewalk far down the street. He turned to walk back to Tatiana’s house his anger fueling him forward his steps now confident and directed again.  Just as he began his walk and within a few steps of his new determination to be successful in his new life Rooskie’s van appeared out of nowhere screeching to a halt in front of him. He could see Tatiana in the passenger seat her eyes wild upon him but she didn’t speak a word. Before he could move Rooskie was throwing him into the van his body hitting the metal of the floor hard contorting against the frames of the bench seats as the van sped away.

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The sun came up and pierced Johnny’s eyes through the tree leaves and waking him. He rubbed his eyes groggy and confused as to where he was. He then recalled his prior day and looked anxiously outward to see if the van was in the driveway and saw that it was not.  He stood up slowly trying to keep cover behind the tree trunk trying to assess whether anyone was in the house.  The house was quiet and the white lace window curtains fluttered in the slight morning breeze giving him glimpses into the house but he saw no one.

He began walking closer stepping lighting making sure not to make a sound just in case someone was in the house he wanted to make sure he realized it first and before they did. As he stepped closer to the house he suddenly heard the van’s engine roaring up the driveway. He ran back to behind the tree and got down to hide himself but positioned himself so he was still able to see what was going on. The van came to a screeching halt in the driveway and Rooskie jumped out his face sweaty and stressed as he looked all around to see if there was anyone looking at him. As his eyes passed the tree where Johnny was hidden Johnny held his breath though he was far enough away that Rooksie could not hear him breathing. Rooskie looked on and didn’t notice him and Johnny breathed slowly his sigh of relief. Rooskie had a wild look on his face and Johnny had no intention to confront him. He saw no sign of Tatiana.

Rooskie went to the back of the van and opened the van doors wide as if revealing something grand. He struggled and grunted until finally he withdrew a trunk of the same type and kind he already had in his room with abundance. Johnny sat watching and wondering whether he might be able to find something out on Rooskie that would benefit him by convincing Tatiana he needed to be eliminated from their trio. Rooskie lowered the trunk out and his veins bulged in his arms from the weight. The trunk slipped out of his arms and crashed to the floor. It did not open.

When it hit the floor Rooskie jumped out of its way as if it hit his feet he would surely be injured severely. He began pushing and struggling with it to get it into the house and pushed it up the small set of concrete stairs and into the kitchen and disappeared. 

Johnny waited and listened only impeded by the slight rush of trees blowing through the wind of the morning. He decided that Rooskie had gone to his room with the trunk and his curiosity and will to get rid of Rooskie pushed him forward to look into his window and discover finally the secret of the trunks. As he went slowly towards the window he knew that if Rooskie saw him he would surely be dead. His pulse raced and his face flushed as he continued his shadowy walk towards the window that looked into Rooskie’s room.

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Johnny walked along with the two lawyers that led his way in a march paced step through mazes of hallways just behind them as the width of the hallways weren’t big enough for three people to walk side by side. He was trying to hide his elation on the events that just occurred. He couldn’t have played it better he thought and now his prize for his performance was just steps away.  He kept feeling a smile working its way onto his face and he struggled to make that into a sorrowful look with his face contorting into a grimace instead.

Once in a while as they walked along one of the two lawyers would take a glance back at him he thought to make sure he was still behind them.  As each lawyer took their turn looking back he thought that they almost looked exactly alike. Each of the lawyers’ faces were drawn and tired looking and both looked older than they probably were but the one on his left he thought was a little bit older.  He felt superior to them as clearly their life was filled with work and toil and this was the life he was successful at avoiding and what made him superior and divine.

Finally they entered a stairwell and began climbing upward. “Why aren’t you taking me in the elevator?! After all I have been through here why are you making me climb stairs?!” Johnny was infuriated and he began losing more and more control each upward step he climbed screaming on “I am a victim! Is this how you treat victims here?!” but the lawyers ignored his ranting and kept climbing upward still taking the occasional look back at Johnny but never responding to him their faces void of emotion that Johnny could see. Finally they burst through a door and continued walking as Johnny continued behind them continuing his ranting as he followed the two men into a large office. A third man who was large and burly but dressed in a suit impeccably was already sitting at the desk. “What is this?!” Johnny screamed “Don’t you take me for a fool here you hear me?! You better be prepared to do me right now or you will be sorry!”

The man sitting at the desk motioned his hand forward towards one of the chairs that sat across from his large desk and so quietly Johnny wasn’t sure he heard it he told him to sit down. The two lawyers that led him here were both sitting in chairs to the right of the large desk and away from Johnny but their eyes stayed focused on him. The man at the desk then spun a computer screen around and on it Johnny saw his own image multiplied on the screen as pictures in different locations of his walk to this office. ‘Do you get it asshole?” the man said.  The man started talking on but Johnny didn’t hear a word of what he said because as he looked at the screen before him he saw his smiling grimacing face again and again. Confusion swept over him as he brought his hands to the sides of his head pressing and drawing them downward against his skin trying to end the images.  Johnny’s sense of being turned to flight and he was about to try to escape out of the office in a mad dash that was only stopped by the man behind the desk pushing a document towards Johnny. 

Johnny looked at it and noticed the words “Settlement Document” typed boldly at the top.  He grabbed it clutching it with both hands so fiercely that it edges curled while he began reading feverishly.  Johnny eased back in his chair as he saw that they were still willing to pay him $5000 just to go away. “I also want my music played on your station for at least a month!” Johnny said with confidence. The man didn’t let him finish his sentence before he began telling Johnny that the offer made is all there is and he can either take it or leave it. Johnny sat staring at the man his eyes locked with his as he assessed his chances of getting more. The man kept his stare on Johnny and Johnny realized he should take this deal and run. ‘You will be paying me now correct?” he said his tone of arrogance returning and comforting him as he signed off on the document.  As soon as Johnny looked up he saw the man writing a check out. “I prefer cash” Johnny muttered. “Well that isn’t happening!” The man said as he grabbed the signed settlement document and pushed the check for $5000 towards Johnny. As soon as that occurred the two lawyers who led him to this man rose up from their chairs and stood next to Johnny’s chair as the man behind the desk muttered, “You can go now.” Johnny wasn’t so sure these were lawyers anymore and he wondered what they really were. They surely couldn’t be security at their ages Johnny thought.

Johnny got up exited the office and began walking out ahead of the two men when suddenly he felt them each grab one of his arms on either side and they began leading him out on another path that Johnny realized quickly was a short path to exit of the building. “Those bastards played me!” he thought angrily as they led him out the door almost shoving him into the street as Johnny clutched his check in his small hand so tightly he thought the ink might smear.

Once the men were gone Johnny felt relief and was happy it had went so well that he got $5000 on the same day he did his job. He thought that Tatiana would be so pleased with him even though she had this scam played out for $20,000 plus airplay given Brian’s threats at criminal prosecution he knew he had pulled it off in the end and now they were all safe again. He knew that this would get him back in her favor and he began running to tell her though Tatiana’s house was too far to run or even walk to. By the time he reached the house it was late at night and all the lights in the house were off with Rooskie’s van nowhere in sight. Johnny was tired and though he didn’t want to go into the house he didn’t want to go all the way back to Tara’s house.  He walked up the small concrete steps to the back door and realized the door was locked.  Johnny began panicking because he was so tired and exhausted and breaking into Tatiana’s house was not something he even had the energy to do or the guts to do at this point. Sure he had success in the end and $5000 in his pocket but he knew that Rooskie had it out for him and Tatiana’s last meeting with him as more than rough and they didn’t yet know he had worked it all out.

He looked behind him towards the tree in the backyard and decided to lay down far behind the tree on the grass where he could sleep hidden until Tatiana either returned or the sun was up. It only took him seconds to fall asleep once he lied down on the dewy grass.

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The woman stepped back her entire body extended out and away from Johnny as if she just learned he had a horrible infectious disease. She then turned suddenly around hurrying  into the house and back again so fast that Johnny never stopped staring out towards her direction while Rooskie hung over him. When she returned she had a baggie with lumps of brown in it and threw it at him hitting Johnny in the groin as she lashed out at him furiously now “ What did I tell you?!  You never ever look to me for anything! I do my part I get my cut you do your part you get your cut period! I got this from one of my religious suckers and god only knows what it is so I can spare you that. Now get the hell out of here and go take care of what you need to or you won’t be feeling hunger ever again.” Johnny rummaged the bag open barely hearing the woman as he lapped up the brown lumps that were small brownies. They went down easily the sugars releasing from their baked tombs where staleness had taken over. As he popped the last one in he felt Rooskie’s foot hit his thigh like he was kicking a grungy dog out back out into the street. He looked up at the woman and her hand was up with her beautiful finger pointed to the street.  Johnny rose up slowly the sugar giving him back some energy and began walking towards the street again not sure where to head. The woman and Rooskie went into the house before he even hit the curb.

The street was quiet except for birds whose early morning song could be heard before the noise of the city began again. Johnny walked towards the boulevard deciding that he would try to beg for some money to eat this time. He needed to get his strength up to go after the DJ and make that plan work so he could have money again. He knew Tara left but knew that he could still crash there because the landlord would have to evict him. But without Tara paying for everything he knew he couldn’t stay long and that he needed to find someone else now to take care of him. Even if the DJ paid quickly with the next act he was going to play on him he wanted to spend that money on himself for luxuries not for necessities as for Johnny he would always make that someone else’s job. Arriving at Hollywood Blvd he headed towards the eateries to find his hand out wondering how hard it would be. Tourists were starting to meander about and Johnny made a quick $20.00 begging and another $50.00 lifting the wallet of one the people who gave him a few dollars that Johnny looked at as sympathetic suckers. Having enough for more than one meal for the day, he quit begging and ordered a feast of more than he could eat. He sat down to eat it joyfully as he looked forward to squeezing the DJ and getting thousands at one time again into his hands. People walked back and forth the streets getting more crowded as noontime approached. Soon Johnny’s belly was full so he threw all the uneaten food from his feast into the trash and set out towards the radio station studio. He felt very ready to cash in on this one and with his new found energy he knew he could make this work.

As he entered the studio doors Johnny could feel that he belonged here. This was his destiny and this was the first step.  Johnny imagined himself a rock star walking in with his entourage as the receptionist began making calls after Johnny told her why he was there; to make his sexual assault complaint against Brian the DJ.  Johnny made sure to keep his face serious and his posture weak like he thought a real victim would act and he was certain he was doing it perfectly.  After a few minutes a woman came out in a tailored grey business suit her hair pulled back and as she walked she had her arm extended to Johnny instead of swinging with each step. Johnny stretched his hand out meekly barely gripping her hand. She introduced herself as Ms. Becky Adams and told Johnny she was the head of human resources at the radio station and she would take Johnny’s complaint.  Johnny followed Becky through the back door as people sitting around in the office bowels of the station stared at Johnny as they walked by. Johnny kept his posture weak staying the role to make the plan work.  Becky turned into one of the large offices that lined the cubicle pool that filled the center.  She motioned her hand for Johnny to sit in the chair as she took her place behind her desk. Becky questioned Johnny for a few minutes about his complaint about Brian and Johnny enjoyed the way she seemed to be lapping it up hook line and sinker. He was careful not to show this though as he continued to play his role wishing he could make a tear for an even better effect.  Becky picked up the phone and began dialing before politely informing Johnny that she would be doing so to follow up on his issue. Her politeness made her attractive to Johnny and he began thinking about whether she could be his new provider.  He knew he did not look his best at the moment but as he thought this he followed through with a glance at her hand for a wedding ring. He was pleased when he found none.

As Johnny had these thoughts Becky made the call she needed to take this to the next step and end this quickly or take it as far away from her hands and decision making as possible. She liked her position and didn’t want anything to rock the boat especially handling a sexual case against one of the stations DJs. She took her job seriously and wanted to do the right thing in every situation she faced.   She had this position for the past year and so far corporate had agreed with all of her assessments and there were no real problems. Becky called Brian to ask him about his version of his meeting with Johnny so she could make quick decision that could put an end to this. She knew what protocol was and this was part of it. Brian was willing to come down and talk to her and she was thrilled. She thought Brian was sexy and handsome but didn’t think he would ever go for someone as corporate as she was. When he walked into the room she felt herself hold her breath for a second.

He stopped at the door way of her office and didn’t step in. He placed his hands on each side of the door and she could see his muscular figure pushing its way out of his shirt. He pushed his head through alone and looked to his right. At that second his entire demeanor changed so quickly Becky was thrown off her poise. “What the fuck is this degenerate doing here? This cocksucker tried to claim I wanted him sexually which is a totally disgusting thought first of all and second of all I’m not into fellas FELLA! You little motherfucker you think you are going to do something to me? Fuck you asshole!” Brian was pumped and angry and suddenly Becky wanted to quit her job as she stood frozen behind her desk not wanting to get in the way of Brian’s rage. What seemed like only seconds later security guards wrestled with Brian to stop him from pulverizing Johnny with his bare fists. 

As they dragged Brian out Becky felt her eyes well up as she watched with dismay feeling badly that this time she had made the wrong decision and now Brian was gone because of it. She knew enough of the corporate positions here to know that even in metal rock you get fired if you get physically violent to the degree Brian did at the office.  As she hung her head once the vision of Brian being dragged away disappeared she looked over at Johnny and noticed he was smirking. He began to speak clearly unaffected by what had just occurred by fear “Of course the station will be taking care of my needs now that I have been accosted by the very man who accosted me before sexually! My demand to settle this peacefully is $50,000, you fire the DJ Brian for discrimination and sexual assault and you play my music on your station for 6 months at least! Do that and we won’t have any more problems from these events but if you don’t pay I will make sure that I take Brian down and this WHOLE RADIO STATION DOWN!” Becky realized that she had a bigger problem on her hands than the human resource department handles and called up to legal. Before long but what felt like forever to Becky, two attorneys from the legal department came into her office looking like they had the same day as Becky thus far and she wondered about that as they took Johnny away with them. Becky was relieved but sad. The day had started so well and how it would end she never could have guessed. She lamented that whatever little chance she could have had with Brian was well over now as she got back to work to create the very report that would bring Brian's job to an end. 

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Johnny woke up after hours after his sleeping coma with a jolt. His body in it’s own panic uncontrolled bringing him upright his muscles resisting. He returned to coherence looking around the tiny white room. His last 48 hours came back as a quick fire flash of images while body acids rose from his depths.  Pounding his chest he gagged thinking about the mashed potato gruel of Marabelle He knew he was back at Tara’s but he was not sure if she was in the apartment.  Johnny decided to put his ear to the door before opening it to avoid any surprises. He knew how angry women he put in these situations could get. Hearing nothing he slowly cracked the door open and peered through.  It was getting dark again but he could see through to the small living room and kitchen and saw no sign that Tara had even returned.

He happily walked out and headed towards the kitchen straight into the refrigerator to see what Tara had that he could eat. He was hoping that she was stocked up with groceries so he could make himself a feast while he caressed his hungry stomach.  When he opened the refrigerator he froze. There were only a few items in it and had the definite appearance of being cleaned out. He sat and stared as a new realization washed over him while anger swelled inside him on the thought that Tara cleared out.  He raced around the apartment looking for any sign of Tara’s personal items to dissuade him from believing this but everything he found made clear that Tara wasn’t living there anymore.  “HOW COULD SHE DO THIS TO ME! THAT ROTTEN BITCH! DOESN’T SHE KNOW I’M A GOD! DOESN’T SHE UNDERSTAND THAT SHE HAS TO TAKE CARE OF ME!” Johnny screamed over and over again as he wandered back and forth through the apartment until the last of his energy was drained. He pushed his hands into his pants pockets in frustration and was surprised to feel something down deep in his left pocket. He pulled it out and saw a small white piece of paper that was folded that he did not recollect putting there. It was folded without any sure plan and as he picked it open he saw the writing of the woman.

It had the name Brian on it with a telephone number along with the note “3 days $20,000 5 days radio play”. Johnny was suddenly overcome with happiness and excitement knowing that this was the time for him to call Brian the DJ and get the money from him.  It was also finally the real beginning of his musical rock god rise. With his music played on KPOK he would be heard all over Los Angeles. Johnny ran over to the phone grabbing it with his greedy hands one by one dialing the numbers. ‘”Hello?” Johnny heard Brian’s voice just as strong as it had been that day in the radio station.  Johnny reveled in taking him down especially since he had him removed from the premises. He knew that once Brian played his music all those people that had seen him be thrown out by security would believe he had been wronged and he could hardly contain himself.  Johnny felt like a true pro after how well the last one went and how easy it was and he quickly started detailing his path of destruction that would occur if Brian did not give in to Johnny’s demands. Brian sat silent as Johnny spoke until Johnny ended “So what’s it going to be BRIAN?” he said as he felt his skinny chest swell. Dead silence came back to Johnny until Johnny felt uneasy. He screamed “WHATS IT GOING TO BE BRIAN? I WILL RUIN YOU! I WILL MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL! YOU BETTER DO THE RIGHT THING HERE!”

The click on the other end of the phone sounded like a hammer in Johnny’s ears. He could not believe Brian hung up on him. He struggled to dial the numbers again as fast as he could so he would not lose his momentum. The phone rang and rang but Brian did not pick it up again. Johnny called again and again letting the phone ring and ring and ring time and time again. He felt that Brian would eventually break down if he kept consistent pressure on him until finally he fell asleep with the Brian’s phone ringing in his ears.

Johnny woke up a few hours later from the clanging buzzing of the phone having gone dead on the other end but still off the hook in Johnny’s hand. He hung the phone up and headed out the door his hunger now driving his every move unable to think of anything else. He walked with determination towards the boulevard near Tara’s house where he could pick up a trick and make some money fast. His mouth dried from being without any real food for so long he didn’t think he could suck any guy off so he was hopeful he could find one to suck him but worried he was too hungry to give any kind of finale.  As soon as he hit the boulevard he was relieved that it was still very active. The later the better when it came to making money here and he felt his spirits rise.  Johnny approached the first passing car to make his money quickly and get some food. “Hey sexy what would you like tonight?” He kept his voice almost to a whisper to entice the trick. “I’d like to do many things and I have big money to pay you for all of it.” The man in the car wore a check blue and white cotton shirt and khaki pants and looked harmless to Johnny. He got excited that he had scored a big fish but he was so hungry that he almost passed out on his car before he could answer. “What’s the matter eh? Are you sick? Geez I think I’ll pass on you tonight” the man pushed his hands away from the car as he pressed the gas moving the car forward almost tumbling Johnny to the ground.

As Johnny sought to regain his footing a van pulled up next to him and Rooskie jumped out grabbed him and threw him into through the open side door.  Johnny didn’t have the energy to struggle and stayed where Rooskie had thrown him hoping that he would be taking him to the woman’s house where he could finally eat.  Johnny jostled about in the van lying on his back as Rooskie drove on not speaking a word to Johnny. He drifted back to sleep as the van raced forward.

When Johnny woke up again he felt even weaker now. He didn’t move from where he was lying realizing he was still in the van. It had stopped moving and Rooskie was no longer in it.  It was morning now and small green leaves tapped on the window ready to play in the new day. Suddenly Johnny heard a whooshing sound and the van door opened and the woman appeared. She stood in the stance of an old time cowboy ready to win the shoot out staring at Johnny looking down on him without speaking a word. Suddenly Johnny felt hands pushed under his body as Rooskie ‘s body came forward lifted him and carried him out of the van.  Just as Johnny relaxed in the heavy arms of Rooskie feeling like a child in the comfort of his father’s hands Rooskie dropped him on the ground as he growled “You dirty stupid rat fuck.” The woman repositioned herself and stood above Johnny her head blocking the bright sun behind her. Her entire body was dressed in shadows of darkness and it prevented Johnny from seeing any detail as her voice spoke steady low and firm “You fucked this one up Johnny! You better figure out a way to fix it quick or I am going to let Rooskie have his way! I had Brian good to go but you went too far, too fucking far and he is not going to pay anything now! We need to cut loose on this one and get out of town now it’s hot and its all your fucking fault! He’s says he is going to call the police! Your HOT!” Johnny replied fast putting his hand up maneuvering it trying desperately to block the light so he could see the woman’s facial detail to evaluate the her response, as he spoke, “We don’t have to leave I can fix this! I can! He will still pay because I will report him to the radio station and that will put pressure on him and I will keep calling him all the time I MEAN ALL THE TIME and go to the PRESS and ruin him publicly and HE WILL PAY!!!” His hand dropped, as he was relieved to see the woman’s face relax. For a minute nothing happened and then the woman began to speak again her pace was quick“ Your calling him all night is what put us here actually, but come to think about it, that just might work on him if you make a formal complaint with the radio station too and fast like today! The woman stepped back from Johnny slightly and he could see how beautiful the woman was again. She continued “That will probably keep him from going to the police because he will have the complaint at work to deal with to keep him plenty busy trying to save his ass and maybe just maybe he wont call the police!. I like it here and my religious scam is working really well with these LA people I don’t want to leave and I want to crack your neck for this one! This should have been easy! He was talking about calling the police and you already have unsettled trouble on that end! But, but, but “ she stuttered as she rubbed her hand against her face until her voice rose again now with pleasured excitement “You keep at it, YES! YES! YES! Go right away and make a written complaint to KPOK about him and make it good! I will drop the price with him right now and if we’re going to have to dump the radio play time but yes, yes, yes, we can probably still make some good change quickly from Brian still!” Johnny cut in “ Ok, Ok, yes, yes, I can get this done and I will get at it right away but there is just one thing I need to do first. I just need to eat and I have no money now. Can you please make me something to eat Mother?”