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CHAPTER 92

When the first strains of 'Night Train' began, Meg gave me a look that
was very different from a moment ago. We'd just finished a swing
number where I rediscovered what a good dancer she was. She'd followed
me so well it was like we'd been dancing together forever. But a swing
number is different from a song like Night Train. She obviously knew
it and the look she gave me was a dark, sexy one that befits this kind
of music.
Night Train is an old tune. Mom told me it had been around since
before she was born. It came from the 'boogie-woogie' era and you
rarely hear music like it anymore. It starts slowly but it rapidly
builds into soul-pounding melody that used to drive me crazy when I
was a kid. Mom had a tape of it. Whenever I listened to it I would hum
it for days afterward. 
The first time I saw someone dance to it was at a grammar school dance
but it wasn't our kids and it wasn't inside the hall. Some friends and
I were just leaving when a couple cars full of high school kids pulled
into the parking lot. Apparently they were there waiting for our dance
to end to pick up younger siblings. One of the cars had a tape player
and when someone plugged in Night Train, one of the couples began
dancing. Someone said that they were doing the 'Dirty Boogie' and
watching them was incredibly hot! The guy was all over the girl,
dry-humping her, rubbing his body against her and rubbing his hands on
her butt. She was wearing jeans and at one point he put one leg
between her legs and she began to slid her crotch up and down on him.
At my age it was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I couldn't wait to
get home so I could masturbate, then I'd stayed up half the night
practicing the dance moves I'd seen. 
I was amazed that Meg had asked for that tune and surprised that the
band even knew it. We started slowly but Meg immediately moved close
to me and I began to see how good she really was. Her body was less
than inch away from me but it was like we were glued together. I was
tentative at first because I didn't know how sexy she wanted this to
get. But she let me know when she lowered her head, looked up at me
through half-closed lids, gave me a very sexy look and moved her body
against me. 
When the music began to go up-tempo she started to mimic my every
move. She seemed to know what I was going to do even before I did. We
moved so smoothly together I tried some things I hadn't tried before
and she followed me like we'd been doing this forever. I got so
confident that I tried some of those sexy moves I remembered from that
time in the parking lot and she followed with some moves of her own.
By the time the music built toward the finale, we were nearly having
sex right on the dance floor.
The song ended with me holding her tightly against me and one of her
legs wrapped around me. We must have looked good because there were
hoots and cheers from the crowd. It was a turn-on, but not as much as
the girl I had in my arms. I held on to her for an extra few seconds,
our faces scant inches apart. She was breathing heavily and her body
was covered with a light sheen of perspiration. I'd always thought she
was pretty, but right now, dressed like she was in her skimpy bikini,
she was breathtaking. It was easy to picture her naked and I was so
turned on I thought I would burst. Meg was still pressed tightly
against me and my cock was jammed against her leg. She must have felt
it because she got a twinkle in her eye. She twisted around until our
crotches were touching and she moved around a little. Not a lot,  just
enough to tell me that she knew the condition I was in, then she
giggled, broke away from me, ran to Lane and jumped in his lap.
I was on the way back to my table when the greeter stopped me and
said, "Miss Galatea will be out in a few minutes, but if you want to
get that body oil off you, there's time for a quick shower."
That sounded like a good idea and I wanted to get out of the silly
grass skirt so I went back to the dressing room. The divers were gone,
so I dropped the skirt and my 'thong' and stepped into the bathroom. I
took a fast shower and when I got out, the bathroom was full of steam
so as I was toweling off I stepped back into the dressing room. I was
bent over wiping my legs when someone said, "That wasn't bad, but if
you want to know how that dance should really be done, maybe I'll show
you sometime."
It startled me, and I looked up to see Dolores Rio sitting in a chair
watching me. My first thought was to cover up, but she looked like she
had an 'attitude', so it only took me a split second to decide what to
do. I finished drying my legs, then I took the towel in my hand and I
walked toward her. She was seated, so when I got close to her, my cock
was directly in front of her. Her eyes darted from my cock to my face
and back a couple times before she said, "W-What are you doing?"
I dropped the towel in her lap, turned around and said, "How about
drying my back?"
Two or three seconds went by before I felt the towel hit me in the
back and she said, "Dry your own back, asshole."
I picked up the towel and as I turned around she stood up and glared
at me. I pretended not to notice and I went ahead and finished drying
myself, then I slipped on my shirt and trunks. 
When I finished, she was still glaring at me and she said, "Well, did
you enjoy showing me your cock?"
I answered, "Sure, did you see anything you liked?"
Her eyes narrowed and she seemed to study me for a minute then she
said, "I know you, I've seen you at the studio. Aren't you the one
that's married to Kristen Baker?"
"Something like that."
"So, who's that girl you came with?"
"She's a friend of mine. Why do you ask?"
"I want to know what's going on. I was told that I was going to be
Miss Galatea."
"Who told you that?"
"Jack did. He said it was a sure thing."
"I guess they found someone they liked better."
"Well that's bullshit. If I'd known they were going to pick someone
else I wouldn't have come this weekend."
"Look at the bright side, you had a great dinner and I bet Jack will
make it up to you later tonight."
She made a face and said, "Ha! Fat chance of that happening."
I was pretty sure I knew what she meant and I thought I'd pry a
little, so I said, "Why not? If I was out with someone as foxy as you
are I'd make sure the evening had a happy ending."
She raised an eyebrow and stared at me for a few seconds before she
answered, "Thanks, but let's change the subject." 
"Okay, what's the big deal about being Miss Galatea?"
"It's good for a couple reasons. Jack said they always give Miss
Galatea a nice prize. Last year it was a Lady Rolex. This year it's
supposed to be jewelry of some kind."
"What do you care about stuff like that?  It can't be the money;
you're the star of a hit TV show."
Her next comment surprised me. She said, "C'mon, you're in the
business. It's not just the prize it's the exposure. There are some
industry people here and my show might not be picked up next season."
I was flattered that she considered me to be in the 'business', so I
pretended to nod my head in agreement and I said, "That won't be a
problem for someone as pretty and talented as you."
Her eyebrow came up again and she said, "Are you flirting with me?"
I was trying to think of something clever to say when music started
playing in the dining room, so I gave up and said, "Let's go see
what's happening."
I held the door for her and when she passed me she gave me one of
those sexy looks through half-closed eyes that women can do, but I
wasn't sure if she was serious or just teasing me.
I got back to our table just as the music changed to a softer tone and
the greeter announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we present Lady
Galatea," and over a blare of trumpets, the four guys who'd been
playing the drums earlier carried in a fancy, chair-like thing,
supported by two long poles. Monique was in the chair wearing a
flowing green robe with a high collar, looking like some kind of
jungle queen. She was heavily made up, with exaggerated lines at and
around her eyes that made them stand out like emeralds. She was
wearing a large tiara, jeweled earrings that were at least six inches
long and she was holding a jeweled scepter. 
The guys carried her down the aisle between the tables and when they
got to the dance area they made two complete circles before they set
her down. The music stopped and the greeter said, "Lady Galatea, would
you greet our guests?"
Monique stood up and walked around the floor, stopping at each table
for a quick shake of her scepter. When she got to our table she winked
slightly, then she went to the other tables and when she had completed
the rounds she went to the center of the dance floor. 
I was so busy watching Monique I didn't see that Selin had come in and
was standing next to the greeter. 
He said, "Ladies and Gentleman, you may have noticed that security was
a little tighter this year. This is the reason."
He nodded to Monique and she slowly loosened a clasp at her neck and
as the band went, "Ta-daa," the robe dropped to the floor. 
There was a gasp from every woman in the room and some of the men. She
was wearing a bikini that was completely covered with jewels. 
Monique did a slow turn as Selin gestured to one of the guests and he
said, "Thanks to our friend Murray Weinstein of Weinstein Jewelers,
this will be the first time anyone has seen what the queen of the ball
will be wearing at the diamond Jubilee in Paris this year. All the
jewels except one are genuine diamonds and there are more than fifteen
carets on the shoes alone. The one large stone at her bodice is a
thirty carat emerald that once belonged to a European king."
Monique started around the room, stopping at each table so the people
could admire everything, but I noticed that most of the men were
paying more attention to her than they were at the jewels. The bikini
bottom was very brief and a mass of diamonds and the top wasn't a bra
at all, it was a series of strung diamonds that went under and around
her breasts. It looked like her nipples should have been poking
through but for some reason they weren't. 
Selin watched the men looking at her and he added, "We are doubly
fortunate this evening because shining as brightly as the jewels is
the beautiful Monique."
Monique flashed him a smile that would have melted an iceberg and
continued her rounds. 
When she got to the table where the jeweler was sitting, he said
something to her and she did several slow complete turns while he
explained something to the people at his table. 
There were three couples sitting there. The girls that were with the
jeweler and the man next to him were blonde, covered in makeup and
were very hard looking. The couple at the rear of the table was
partially blocked from my view, but I could see the girl. She was
skinny, not very attractive and she looked to be about fourteen. I was
wondering what she was doing here when the guy leaned forward and I
could see him. 
Something about him was familiar. Unlike most of the other men in the
room he was overweight, with a bald head and puffy, pig-like eyes.
He was staring at Monique with such a lecherous look on his face, I
thought for an instant about running over to him and punching him in
the mouth. Then I realized who it was. It was Ceil Cohen's husband
Abe, the guy I had first met in the fancy restaurant where Karen and I
had dinner.
Monique made another pass around the room, stopping at each table so
people could admire the amazing collection of jewels. When she got to
our table I saw why you couldn't see her nipples. The strands of
diamonds were sewed to a flesh-colored, almost invisible mesh that
mostly hid what was beneath it. But when she got close you could see
the outline of her nipples and the darker ring of her areola. It was
startling and a huge turn-on.
When Monique completed her rounds she walked back and stood beside
Selin. 
Watching her walk was amazing. She was doing that crossover walk
models do when they're on a runway. When some models do it, it looks
kind of silly.  When she did it, it looked sexy as hell. 
Selin watched her until she got to him and he continued to stare at
her for a few seconds. Then he turned to the audience and began
speaking about the charity we were here to raise funds for. Apparently
it had something to do with an orphanage. He didn't spend a lot of
time talking about it but while he was, a guy rolled a cart into the
room loaded with huge bottles of Champagne. 
As soon as Selin quit speaking, Monique headed for the tables and the
guy with the cart followed her. She would go to a table and one of the
men at the table would hand her an envelope. She would turn and hand
it to the guy with the cart then she would take a bottle from the
cart, turn to the man who gave her the envelope, say, "Thank you," and
hand the bottle to him. 
She did it to each man at the table and the way she did it was a
crack-up. She would stop far enough away from the table that she had
to bend forward to hand him the bottle but she bent only at the waist.
It made her insanely cute butt stick out a little for everyone to
admire and her head was at eye level, so the guy she was handing the
bottle to, got a good look at her beautiful face, the jewels and her
chest. 
As soon as the guy took the bottle she would quickly turn away, but
almost every one of the guys was bug-eyed by the time she did. 
Everybody took the bottle but Abe Cohen who sat there staring at her
tits until she finally gave up and put the bottle down, then he
watched her, glassy-eyed until she went to the next table. 
Just before she got to our table Lane handed me an envelope, said,
"Give this to her when she gets to us," and handed another like it to
Jay, who started laughing.
I asked, "What is it?"
Lane answered, "It's for the dinner."
Jay was leaning back in his chair grinning and he added, "It's a check
for a thousand dollars, Pete. I told you this was going to be an
expensive dinner."
Shocked, I said, "A thousand dollars for only six dinners?"
"No, the check is just for you and Monique. It's a grand for each
couple! Don't worry, he can afford it. Besides, this is a charity so
it's a write-off."
Both Meg and Marla seemed as surprised as I was, but Meg was the first
to comment. She put her arms around Lane's neck and said, "Gee,
good-looking and rich. I may have to keep you."
Lane said, "I'm counting on it," and he kissed her. I don't think it
started that way but the kiss got intense. Only Monique's arrival at
our table caused it to end and when they parted I could tell Meg was
shaken. 
When Monique got to us she stopped first in front of Doctor's Snow and
Engle. They didn't immediately look at her because they were so caught
up in a private conversation. He looked like he was hitting on her and
she was smiling like she was enjoying it. When they finally turned to
Monique she didn't do the bend-at-the-waist thing when she was offered
their envelopes. Instead, she just smiled, accepted the envelopes and
handed them their wine. She did the same thing to us, but Marla said,
"If I promise not to stare at your tits, would you come closer so I
can see that emerald." Monique grinned, moved closer and both Marla
and Meg stared at the emerald and shook their heads in wonder. 
I didn't look at the emerald; I just stared at her tits.
When Monique finished her 'walk around' she went back and stood next
to Selin. He said, "I know the orphanage will be grateful for your
kind donations. Now we have a surprise for someone," and he whispered
something to Monique. She headed back to our table and when she got
here she held out her hand to Doctor Engle and said, "Will you please
come with me?"
Dr. Engle stood up and with a quick glance at Dr. Snow he followed
Monique. When they got to Selin, Monique headed back to our table and
stood there while Selin said, "Doctor Engle, I understand you have
something you'd like to say."
Dr. Engle replied, "Yes. I came here today for several reasons. Part
of it was hard business the other part was something I was looking
forward to. I concluded the hard part earlier this evening and now I'd
like to do the fun part." He looked at our table and said, "Monique,
would you please escort Doctor Snow up here?"  
Monique nodded and a confused Dr. Snow followed her to Dr. Engle who
said, "This is a double pleasure for me. I was able to meet and dine
with this charming lady and I was able to do this." He handed her an
envelope and as she opened it he said, "My colleagues and I are happy
to present her with our letter of intent to fund the new wing for her
clinic." 
After a round of applause Dr. Snow thanked him and when they came back
to the table, she was beaming and full of questions. As he answered
them I noticed they were sitting even closer together than they were
before. She was seated next to me, so I could see what they were doing
and at one point he put his hand on her shoulder. When he did she put
her hand on his knee and turned toward him, blocking my view.
They continued talking for a minute then I saw his eyes flicker and a
little smile cross his lips. I suspected that her hand had found
something to do, and whatever it was, he was pleased about it. 
It was fun watching them. He was a handsome guy with graying temples.
She had the body of a younger woman, but she had to be in her late
forties or early fifties, and they were behaving like a couple of
teen-agers.
The band started playing again and Selin said, "Miss Galatea will walk
around the room once more. After that the band will continue to play
in case anyone would like to dance, or for those who'd like, there'll
be brandy and cigars on deck. 
Monique made her final walk-around and when she got to the table where
Cohen was sitting, he said something to her. She stared at him for a
minute then she reached to his table and picked up a water glass. It
looked like she was going to throw it at him, but Selin rushed over,
said something to her and took the glass from her. She finished the
rounds and as some people got up to leave the room Monique stopped and
said something to Selin that looked like she was thanking him. After a
moment she started to leave and Delores Rio stopped her. They had a
few words then they both looked at me and after another word or two
Monique shrugged, nodded and left. 
Curious, I watched Ms. Rio go to the band and say something then she
came to our table and said, "Let's dance. Your girlfriend said she
didn't mind."
The band started with a tune I was familiar with. It was a fox-trot
and something Mom and I had danced to a thousand times. 
She was good. She was as easy to dance with as Meg was and probably
more trained in conventional dance. We began flying around the floor
and I did some flourishes that Mom and I had practiced. She followed
everything I did and added some moves of her own. She's only about
five foot two so our height differences made things a little difficult
but I was having a good time.
It was near the end of the tune and we had danced over close to our
table when the band picked up the pace and I decided to have some fun.
I picked her off the ground, pulled her against me, began twirling her
around and we finished the song with her feet off the ground. She
didn't struggle but I could tell she wasn't pleased and when I set her
down she frowned, stepped back and said, "Your skinny-assed girlfriend
might like the 'he-man' shit, but I'm not used to being treated like a
rag doll."
I was a little embarrassed, so I decided to flatter her and I said,
"You're really pretty and I wanted to hold you close to me."
Her look changed from annoyance to surprise and she stood there for a
minute, looking at me. 
On TV or in the rather dim light of the dressing room she looked to be
in her mid to late twenties. But in the bright lights of the dining
room I began to see some things I hadn't noticed. She was older than
that and the tightness around her eyes and the almost transparent skin
on her cheeks said it was probably from a face lift. 
It looked like she was about to say something, when her eyes focused
on something behind me and I turned to see Monique standing next to
us. She had changed back to her bikini, wiped off the makeup and had
her wrap pulled tightly around her. She had obviously heard what I
said to Delores about holding her close and she didn't look happy. 
Suddenly Dolores said to her, "What the fuck do you want?"
Thinking quickly, I reached for Monique's hand and said to Delores,
"Have you met my girlfriend?" 
What happened next was over in a few seconds but it was interesting to
watch. Monique was several inches taller that Dolores. She loosened
the grip on her wrap so it fell about her shoulders then she stuck out
her chest, stepped closer to Delores so she could stare down at her
and in a cold but even voice said, "Yes, we've met."
Monique had invaded her 'space' but she didn't back up. Instead
Dolores looked up at her and said, "I'm Delores Rio, but you know that
don't you?"
The way they were looking at each other was cold. If they'd been guys
I wouldn't have been surprised if someone had thrown a punch, but they
just glowered until Dolores finally turned to me and said, "Thanks for
the dance," and walked away. 
I heard someone giggle and when I looked over both Marla and Meg were
grinning. Monique looked at them and she began grinning too and when
she muttered "Bitch," they both started laughing. 
The band started playing a slow tune and everyone at the table got up
to dance. I asked Monique to hold on for a minute and when we were
alone I asked, "Are you upset with me?"
She answered, "No, I guess not. You were just having fun."
It seemed like she was okay, so I asked, "Did you have a good time as
Miss Galatea?"
"Yes I did. That suit was kind of uncomfortable but it was certainly
beautiful and look what they gave me for doing it."
She pointed to her ears. There was a large diamond in each one.
I said, "Wow, they're really big!"
"I think they're a carat each."
"They gave you those just for walking around in a jeweled bikini,
that's amazing."
"Yes. This is an amazing place and there are some odd things going on.
Do you remember that beautiful girl that was with Selin when we came
on board?"
"You mean the one in the white dress?"
"Uh-huh. She's helped me into the bikini, fixed my hair and told me
what to do once I got to the dining room."
"No kidding, I thought she was Selin's wife or something."
"Her name is Aysun. I don't know who she is, but the crew members jump
when she says something and other than the guests, I think she's the
only woman on board. And there are some other things. I heard some
crew members talking about some kind of a party for special people
later tonight and when Aysun noticed that I heard them, she yelled at
them."
"What did she say?"
"I don't know, she was speaking a strange language. But she sounded
angry."
"I wonder what that was all about. By the way, what happened when you
stopped at that fat guy's table? It looked like you were going to
throw that glass of water at him."
"I was. He offered me money to have sex with him in front of everyone
at his table including the girl he was with. I was going to throw the
water at him glass and all but Selin came over and asked me not to."
I sat there thinking that I should have gone over and punched him in
the mouth when Monique asked, "Pete, am I really your girlfriend?"
Surprised, I said, "I hope so, why?"
"Because Selin said he has a business proposition for me and he wants
my phone number."
"Did you give it to him?"
"No, I said I'd have to talk to you first."
I was stunned! She was asking me to make decisions for her and we'd
barely started going together. But it didn't take me long to say,
"Bullshit! You have an agent. If he wants to talk to you about
business, have him call the Stone agency and make an appointment."
"That's what I thought."
"So, why didn't you tell him that?"
"I'm not used to having an agent or a boyfriend. Alice usually handles
these kinds of things. Would you talk to him for me?"
"Uhh, sure. By the way, how is Alice? Is she getting along okay with
the film?"
"She's really excited about things. They're in pre-production and she
says she's in almost every scene."
"Is that guy she was seeing still around?"
"He had to go back to New York. She says she's been so busy they don't
talk a lot."
"You don't like him do you?"
"No. He's always making suggestive comments to me and when Alice says
something to him he always says he's kidding. But I know he's not. He
gives me the creeps."
Just then, two women came to our table and asked Monique about the
jeweled suit. She began talking to them so I looked at the people on
the dance floor. Marla and Jay were all-smiles and seemed to be having
a great time. Meg had her head on Lane's shoulder and they also seemed
happy, especially Lane, who had a silly grin on his face. The doctors
were smiling as well. They were both good dancers and as the song
ended he pulled her tightly against him for a final 'dip', and I
thought for a second he was going to kiss her. He didn't, but I don't
think she would have minded.
A new tune started and I was going to ask Monique to dance when a guy
came to the table and said, "Mr. Baker, Mr. Cohen would like to speak
with you."
I looked around but I didn't see him so I asked, "Where is he?"
"Please follow me I'll take you to him."
Monique heard him but she was still talking to the girls and she
motioned me to go ahead. I was still pissed about Cohen having tried
to proposition Monique and I wanted to talk to him about it, so I
followed the guy to the hallway and past the room where I had gotten
dressed, to another door where he knocked and said, "Mr. Baker is
here," 
A voice I recognized as Cohen's said, "Send him in." 
The guy nodded and left, so I opened the door and stepped inside. This
room contained a small sofa, a table and several chairs. Cohen was
standing next to the sofa zipping up his fly. The door to the bathroom
was ajar and I could hear water running but I couldn't see who was
inside. 
He said, "Sit down kid, I want to talk to you," and he flopped into a
chair. 
Looking as stern as I could I answered, "I'd rather stand. What's with
you trying to proposition my girlfriend?"
He laughed, causing his fat belly to make his shirt jump up and down
and he said, "She must like you. I offered her two thousand to spend
the night with me and she turned me down."
"Good for her. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"
"No, it's something more serious than that. It has to do with..."
Just then the bathroom door opened and the girl I had seen with him
sitting with came into the room. She was naked from the waist up and
she glared at him and said, "You got some in my eye and it stings."
He snarled, "If you swallowed like I told you to it wouldn't be a
problem. Go get dressed and wait for me on deck."
What happened next was disgusting. She was wriggling into her bikini
top when Cohen said to me, "You want a blow job? She gives great
head." 
I shook my head, but the part that bothered me was, she stopped and
waited for my reply before she finished hooking up her top. 
Then she went to the table. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was
a plate sitting on it with several lines of powder lying in neat rows.
She put a straw in her nose, inhaled one of the lines and part of
another then she sniffed a few times and left.
Aghast and slightly sickened I said, "But she's only a little girl!"
"She's a lot older than she looks and before you get all 'holier than
thou' on me, she's here because she wants to be. She loves coke, she
loves blow jobs and she loves to party."
"She came here to watch people dance?"
"No, I'm talking about the 'after party'." 
He looked at me for a minute then he said, "You don't know about the
after party do you?"
"What is it?"
"Ask your buddy Jay. I don't think he's been to one, but his dad may
have filled him in. But enough of that, I want to talk to you about
the airline deal."
"What about it?"
"How much do you know about it?"
"Not much. Sylvia Brand told me a little about it and I know my dad's
company is involved."
He raised an eyebrow and smiled then he said, "Ah yes, Sylvia Brand.
Now there's a real piece of ass. I really envy the fact that you've
been fucking her. I'd give a nut just to munch on her pussy."
"How do you know about her and me?"
"I know a lot. I make it my business to know about people. I know
you're seventeen, you're still in high school and you get a lot of
pussy. I know you've been fucking Sylvia and you're also fucking Nell
Burger. That's what I want to talk to you about."
He started to continue then he paused for a few seconds like he was
thinking of something and he said, "You haven't fucked my wife yet
have you?"
Surprised, I answered, "No, of course not."
"Don't worry, you will. She looks at that damn painting of you all the
time. Is your dick really that big?"
"What painting, what are you talking about?"
"It's the one that Nell Burger had her name on. I paid a fucking
fortune for it and Ceil hung it in her bedroom. I think she wore out
one of her vibrators looking at it."
I stared, open mouthed at him until with a wave of his hand he went
on, "Pete, Herb Johnson says that Sylvia told you a little about this
and he said I can talk to you like an adult. I hope I can because
there's a lot at stake here. Here's the crux of the deal. In a little
over a month your dad's airline has to come up with a substantial
amount of money. They don't have it and we have an opportunity to step
in and take over. This is a-once-in-a-lifetime deal and we don't want
to see it get away. We thought we had a lock on it but Friday morning
we found out another group is interested. They want to buy it and sell
it off and it comes down to which of us gets there first."
"I thought that's what you and John Burger wanted to do."
"We did at the beginning but we were spread pretty thin so we brought
Saul Epstein into the deal. That took some of the pressure off us and
between Herb and Saul showed us we could make a lot more money by
holding on to it."
"Why are you telling me about this?"
"It's because of your relationship with Nell Burger. We thought she
was with us on this project, but she seems to have changed her mind.
We need you to get her to change it back."
"What makes you think I can convince her of anything?"
"I've had dealings with the Burgers in the past and like I told you, I
make it my business to know who I'm dealing with. Nell Burger stays in
the background, but she's the real brains behind Burgers and her
signature is necessary on anything of substance. But she's also a
nut-case. You may have heard stories about her working at the stores,
doing menial work. They're true. She'll attend a board meeting one day
and the next day you might find her cleaning the bathroom at one of
the stores. And there's more. She disappears for days at a time and
word has it that she'll pick up a delivery boy or a truck driver, fuck
their brains out and leave without saying goodbye."
"What's that got to do with me?"
"She seemed to be interested in you right now."
"How do you know about Nell and me?"
"Ceil thought she recognized you when she saw the painting and she
pestered Nell until she told her it was you."
He stood up and walked around for a few seconds then he continued,
"Ceil first told me about you and Nell when she and Jack Hedden were
in Vegas checking you out."
"You know about her and Jack Hedden?"
"Know about him! I own fifty percent of him."
"Fifty percent! Isn't that a lot?"
"It should be more! I've lent him money and bailed him out of trouble
more times than I can count. If it wasn't for me his faggot ass would
be in jail right now."
"So he IS gay! Is that why you don't mind your wife and him going
places together to check out guys?"
"I don't care where they go or who they fuck. But you're not the only
reason they were in Vegas. They were also there to see what Nell
Burger was up to. That's when they found out you and her spent the
night together."
I interrupted with, "But we didn't do anything!" 
He stopped me with a wave of his hand and went on with, "Maybe not
that night but you've been with her lately. My guys have had their eye
on her since we got involved with the airline deal and they saw you go
to her place a couple of times."
"So you think I've been sleeping with her?"
He fired back, "Look kid, don't try to bullshit me, I know you're
fucking her. How else would she know what your cock looks like?"
I ignored him and said, "Watching her house sounds kind of
cloak-and-dagger."
"Like I said, there's a lot at stake here. I don't know what made her
change her mind but she started acting odd when Saul Epstein came on
board and just about the time he convinced us that keeping the company
was a good idea she quit taking our calls."
"So she has a problem with Epstein?"
"Apparently, but I don't know what it is and neither does he."
"If Epstein is with you now, why do you need the Burgers?"
"The Burgers contribution is three times what Epstein's putting in.
Without the Burgers the deal is dead. This morning I even tried to get
Selin involved, but he turned me down. I thought we were out of luck
until I saw you."
"What makes you think I can do something?"
"Friday, when I found out about the other group I called Nell. She
sounded higher than a kite and said, "I can't talk now I'm waiting for
someone to call," and she hung up. I called her back but she has
caller ID and wouldn't answer. I tried calling from the boat today and
when she picked up she said, "Don't bother me; I'm waiting for Pete to
call."  You must have a gold-plated cock my friend; you're the one
she's waiting for."
"But that's crazy; I've only been with her a couple times."
His eyes narrowed and he said, "Like I told you Pete, she's crazy. The
last time you were with her, tell me what happened."
"We umm, had sex."
"There had to be more to it than that."
"I don't feel comfortable talking about it."
He stared at me for a minute then he said, "Let me guess. You either
won an argument with her or you did or said something that showed her
you were in charge."
Stunned, I answered, "I umm, got a little tough with her right before
I left, but she didn't seem to mind."
He cried, "Mind Hell, she loved it! People don't stand up to Nell
Burger. When they do, she can make life hell for them. But once in a
while someone will get to her and this time it was you. John Burger
told me about an electrician last year that was working in one of the
stores. He didn't know who she was and when she told him to do
something he told her to fuck off. She blew up and tried to take a
swing at him. He grabbed her arms and held her until people came and
separated them. The next day she found out who he was and she called
his office and insisted that he come to her house to do some work.
When he showed up she answered the door naked and didn't let him leave
for two days."
"What happened with them?"
"They were together for about a week and the dumbass fell in love with
her. When he told her, she dropped him like a rock. She even called
the outfit that he worked for and had him fired."
"Why?"
"Who knows? Like I said, she's a nut case. And that isn't all! One
time she..."
I held up my hand to stop him and I asked, "Nell's husband told you
all this?"
"Yeah, John doesn't give a shit. He has his own thing going."
"So, what would you like me to do?"
"I want you to go to her and fuck her ears off. When she's so tired
she can't move, I want you to hand her an envelope. There be a
document inside it and I want you to tell her to sign it."
"What'll it be about?"
"It'll be a contract saying she'll participate in the airline deal."
What he was asking me to do was so bizarre it was almost funny. I
frowned and asked, "You want me to use my cock to force her into doing
something she doesn't want to do?"
"That's one way of putting it."
"I couldn't do that."
"Why not?"
"In the first place, I don't think I could do it. She's a big girl and
could probably screw me until I was the one who couldn't move. In the
second place, I like Nell. She's always been nice to me and I wouldn't
want to do anything to hurt her. And finally, I've been taught to
respect women. If my dad found out I did something like that he'd skin
me alive."
"Okay, I can tell you how to handle the first part. Secondly, you
wouldn't be hurting her, her company is going to make a shit-load of
money on this deal. Thirdly, what your dad says about it might
surprise you."
"What do you mean?"
"He's almost forty years old isn't he?"
"He's thirty nine, why?"
"He flies an MD80 for Global, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"Did you ever ask him why he doesn't move up to one of the wide body
planes and go for better routes where he can make more money?"
"Sure, it's a union thing. The bigger planes and better routes go to
the people with more seniority."
"He's right. Let me tell you what will happen if this other group gets
the deal. I know them very well. I've even worked with them a couple
times. They are 'raiders'. They buy companies in trouble, disband them
and immediately sell off their assets. What do you think would happen
if your dad was suddenly out of a job?"
"I guess he would go to work for another airline."
"Not a chance! When you dad was hired, the airlines were crying for
pilots. Today there are lots of pilots coming out of the military
looking for work. They're in their twenties, they have tons of jet
time and they'll work for a lot less than what your dad makes. Your
dad would be lucky to get hired to fly part-time for a low-budget
corporate outfit. If you help us with this we'll make sure he gets
whatever job he wants. Maybe he'd like to be a district manager and be
able to stay home with his family for a change." 
It was scary information. The thought of dad being around more was
appealing, but I was uneasy about what Cohen wanted me to do. 
I asked, "You said you could tell me how to handle Nell. What would I
have to do?"
His eyes narrowed and he stared at me for a second before he asked,
"If I ask you some personal questions and promise I won't tell anyone
what we talked about, will you tell me the truth?"
"I uhh, guess so."
"Do you know what a ball gag is?"
"Sure."
"Do you know that some people use handcuffs or restraints of some kind
when they have sex?"
"Yes."
"Did you ever do anything like that?"
"Uh-huh."
He smirked, mumbled, "That doesn't surprise me," and for the next few
minutes he told me what he thought I should do in order to get Nell to
sign the contract. 
It was an eye-opening experience.

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