WARNING! NO SEX IN THIS CHAPTER! LOL! Sorry, I couldn’t resist! I am putting two chapters up. But in two separate thread posts. This one has no sex! Oh my God I have never done this before, but it just turned out this way. Its sort of a “connective” chapter and since I never ever posted anything without some kind of sex I hope my head does not explode after I push the button!


Little Odessa     Ch.3     By FertileMind



Lenny felt relaxed, it had been a week or so since he closed the deal with the new mom and he feels good as he drives towards the Verrazano Narrows bridge getting ready to cross back over into Brooklyn. He is very satisfied with his latest acquisition and looking forward to using them in new movies he is making. He’s just met with Igor who has located a new target and has given Lenny a short status report on his progress. He is confident in Igor and looks forward to his success in this next venture.

Lenny wants mostly girls for his cp films, but takes boys too, and he's a little picky sometimes. Lenny isn’t a racist, he’s just like Igor in that respect, but he doesn’t like black kids for sex. It’s a personal preference because for whatever reason they don’t make his dick hard, not because he doesn’t like black people. He does business with lots of different people, black, white, Asian, Mexican, he doesn’t care what color they are, as long as their money is green. He wants to make money from them, he doesn’t want to have sex with them! But with kids its different, he does want to have sex with them! So he gets to pick what turns him on, and doesn’t look for those things that do not turn him on.

But as far a pedo sex is concerned he’s just not turned on by black kids for whatever reason. Now Mexican's and Central American's are okay, as long as they are not real dark, he likes caramel and honey colored kids, not ebony or dark dark brown. And he likes kids with European features or with white or Asian or Spanish features. But, if the kids are ugly, or fucked up mentally or physically, he doesn't want to waste his time with them and looks for new meat. If Igor finds them he gets a generous bonus if Lenny keeps them, and Lenny usually keeps what Igor finds because Igor is no dummy and knows what Lenny likes. Eventually Lenny ends up owning them until the kids reach a certain age and then are sent abroad for sale in a different market.

Lenny is a businessman after all, first and foremost, and time is money, and he can make a lot of money producing child pornography during the time he owns the product. Lenny has the pipeline, he has the customers, and he has the kids. There are always ways to make money with child sex, sometimes he even traffics the kids if the offer is lucrative enough, there's big money there as well, especially with the middle eastern customers. 

Now some might consider this sex slavery, but Lenny does not think it is. That’s because during the time he has ownership of the product, the kids, he takes very good care of them. A lot of it is psychological, in that aside from the hardcore sex the kids are involved in they do not get abused in any other way. They are well fed and have lots of time for entertainment like videos and video games, age appropriate toys and time to play together as children are supposed to. The sexual schedule they maintain is rigorous but not all consuming and they are given time in between shoots to mend from any soreness cause from the hard use their little bodies are put through.

Also when the kids get to a certain age they get to choose a path of some kind. A sexual preference for the kinds of movies they want to be used in, some little girls develop a fondness for one sexual act or another and Lenny gives them opportunities to express their choices. Some choose to move on when they get older, other want to stay since for many they are now a part of the family and have known no other real life outside of the one Lenny gave them. And Lenny always manages to find a niche for them in his own operations, be it a legal or illegal one. 

Lenny’s adult businesses are many and varied and most are actually legal. There are lots of adult web sites he owns which cater to all kinds of interests. The adult industry is huge and there is plenty of opportunity for a man with ambition and Lenny has more then enough ambition to go around. There are adult nightclubs with topless or nude dancers, there are places like the Emporium which are legal. And there are places that are not legal, like his high end gambling clubs and unregistered private escort services and houses of prostitution which girls can choose to get into after they lose their youthful charm and are no longer suited to making cp.

They all get a numbered account after they are vested, usually when they become teenagers and that is when they start to have choices about what they want to do. They are not neglected educationally, almost all of Lenny‘s people are educated to some extent, even the hardest core of his “Bratva”, the tattooed and muscled men who came up hard through the ranks and have spent time in Russian and American prisons. Even without any formal education, they are intelligent if not cultured men who know the value of family and loyalty.

So Lenny actually has the children he owns tutored, and even though they live in a very controlled environment they will eventually have the chance to earn their freedom if they choose to stay loyal to Lenny. He even pays for their college as long as they have the aptitude for it and decide to go into a field that can be applied in any of the numerous legal businesses Lenny owns as well.

Any kids who act out as they get older or are deemed a real risk as far as control or for not playing by the rules is given the boot. They may be the ones trafficked out of the country and sent on their way to new ownership. But that’s an option the kids or sometimes even the moms choose for themselves.
 
It’s a big risk, but its big money and Lenny always likes big money. Sometimes mommy's go with the kids as part of the deal, sometimes they make a choice to stay if they are given that choice, and sometimes they up and leave with a pocket full of money on a plane to wherever. And sometimes ... well, you get the picture, its rare but it does happen, so if there is a sin to be committed its one Lenny puts down in his life ledger. He‘s certain there is no heaven and prepared for hell because he knows there is nowhere in between and he has earned hell. And so did a few of the mommy's, which is why they almost all behaved and lived a pretty good life. There was no point in considering any alternatives if it wasn’t one Lenny offered them. 

They, the mommies, got to this point because they crossed the line once to often in their screwed up lives. They made a decision, or a decision was made for them, long before they get to Lenny. And Lenny now owned them completely after they crossed the one line he drew for them and then lured them across. He did what he wanted with them after that.

This evening was a perfect example. He was back in Brooklyn now and he decided to stop by the Emporium to see how things were going. As usual all was well and it was a busy night with plenty of customers. Internet sales were doing very well and Lenny could see all the packages waiting in their bins for the UPS man and the FedEx man and the regular mailman. Packages going out all across the country and internationally, chock full of legal adult entertainment products. The Emporium was a very successful business and it served a second purpose by helping Lenny to launder a good amount of the dirty money he made from his illegal businesses as well!

After another thirty minutes of chit chat with his employee’s he checked out with his manager at the Emporium and got into his Mercedes Benz sedan and headed out into the traffic of Brighton Beach. The weather was beautiful, a cool summer evening with a steady breeze coming off of the ocean. He marveled at the way the Russian Mafia had completely taken control of much of the criminal activity in this area of the city. There was occasional violence, but for the most part, they left the average people alone, which Lenny thought was as it should be. Violence when it did occur happened for a good reason and was usually between business rivals, meaning it was between Russian, and criminals of non Russian ancestry. 

All the older retired American's lived in peace in their apartments, and small neat homes. The second and third and fourth generation Russians had their businesses and their families. Russian restaurants and social clubs were abundant, and most of them paid their tithes to Lenny and the other bosses. And as for the police, well, locally things were pretty peaceful, a well lubricated truce was in effect in Brighton Beach with the local law enforcement agencies. Lenny had learned a long time ago American’s would tolerate certain things as long as the general population of an area was not molested. SO locally as long as Lenny and the other families flew under the radar for the most part everything ran smoothly. 

But federal agencies and their agents were another matter all together. They were always digging, always sending undercover agents in to make trouble, or to try and work with the few local police who could not be bought. There were always a few incorruptible ones. The Fed’s were always trying to play one family off against another, and they were a pain in the ass. But such was the nature of their business! It was a challenge, but even as a criminal things were good for Lenny K. And America had been good to him and his family for many years.

His own children attended private colleges, all of them studying hard to be doctors and lawyers; with MBA's or whatever degrees they wanted to pursue. They were not spoiled, and they were not tainted by his own dealings. Lenny had decided a very long time ago, as a teenager in the Ukraine, that if he ever made it out of the country he would build a fine family and be a good father. Something he himself had never had. Unlike his own children’s lives, Lenny had been the son of alcoholic parents, there were many of them in Russia.

He’d decided this as he was running errands and delivering orders, and smuggling contraband vodka or drugs, or generally breaking heads for the Russian Mafia in Odessa. He had heard wonderful things about America, and as he was growing up, in what was now  the old country, his motherland, he decided that was where he wanted to make his mark. He had to be a tough bastard back then, mean and hungry, and without formal education he made his way and earned a reputation to be feared. He earned that tough reputation at first by enforcing for his betters, with violence when necessary, and following orders and keeping faith with his brothers in crime. He had sinned severely, sin being one of the few concepts his elderly babushka had taught him when she’d take him to church as a little boy while his parents were still passed out from the drink.

He’d never gotten religion but he saw it was a comfort to his grandmother and though she tried to keep young Lenny on the straight and narrow as he grew older all she could do was pray for him and ask god to watch over him as he made his way up the ladder of Russian organized crime. No, she’d taught him a little about grace and salvation, but sin was the only thing that stuck, and Lenny knew there was no other life for him but a life of crime.  

Lenny had been taken in by an old mob boss, one of the most powerful in Odessa, and schooled in the ways of crime and violence from a very young age. He was a very good student. He was loyal and tough and hardworking, and he earned the trust of the old man who took him in. The old man saw the boy had a head on his shoulder and could make good decisions about when force was needed to solve a problem and when it was not. The old man had the same philosophy and knew when to met out punishment or mercy in the proper proportions. It stood Lenny well as he learned life’s lessons and became intimate with the best and the worst of his own soul.

He had always had a knack for language, English came easily to him and so did many of the eastern European languages. He was fluent in four or five, passable in several others, all with out a day of truly formal education after his primary school in Moscow. He married well, an arranged marriage of course, thanks to his old bosses connections with the new bosses in America. And surprisingly he and his wife, Oksana, were quite compatible in every way.

She was the daughter of a different family boss, one who saw the future that awaited the “Bratva” in America and was one of the first to move much of his operations there in the late seventies settling in the Brighton beach section of Brooklyn New York. And Lenny was known as a rising star in a different family, and so the match was arranged. Remarkably, the two young people actually liked each other, this made it much easier of course. Oksana’s father had been hesitant at first, since Lenny had no pedigree to speak of, having been adopted into the life and not born into it. And by the time Lenny’s boss had proposed the match to strengthen the ties between the two families Lenny had proven himself as an intelligent man who could think on his feet, an excellent earner and a strong decisive leader of his own crew. 

Early in their marriage Lenny made it clear to Oksana that he did not want any children that they would have, to follow him in his line of work. Oksana was delighted he felt that way and agreed wholeheartedly as any mother would. She herself had been born into the dangerous world of the Russian mafia she wanted no such life for her own children. She was elated her new husband felt the same way and it made her feel even happier to have what she was afraid would have been a major problem resolved so soon in her marriage.    

Lenny told her that his legacy, if he was to be lucky enough to have one, would be to have raised his children to go out on their own to seek their fortune. For their children to be a success based on their own accomplishments, and not because their father was wealthy and a criminal. Oksana agreed completely, and the two of them worked hard and made a successful life out of their arranged marriage. 

As much as they liked and respected each other, Lenny made it clear to Oksana that she could do anything she wanted in her personal life, except embarrass him publicly. Oksana understood, especially because of the family and the reputation Lenny had to maintain. It was seen as a weakness if the wife of a boss was known to be having affairs behind her husbands back. Oksana agreed, knowing her own father had kept many mistresses, and that her mother had lovers as well, but they were always both very discrete. And though Oksana was a very attractive woman, she did not seek sexual satisfaction outside their home or her marriage. She was content to have the love and respect of her husband and knew there were certain areas where each would respect the others privacy.

And Lenny, while a hardcore pedophile from days long before he met and was married to his wife, never touched his own children, and did his best to satisfy Oksana sexually whenever she desired it. Her pleasure and pride came from raising good children, which made her own Father very happy with Lenny and quite proud of his grandchildren. Russian society was different in many ways from American society, but pride in ones children was universal and Oksana and Lenny were both content that things had worked out so well with nary a angry word coming between them in all their years of marriage.

And so here he was, approaching his mid-fifties, and after almost thirty years in America, he looked foreword to retiring someday soon he hoped. That is if there was such a thing as retirement for criminals of his kind? He played by the rules of their organization, he was ruthless when necessary, and he made the family a lot of money, and for that reason alone he was almost untouchable. But one never knew when fate would come calling, did one?

He tried not to get into unnecessary conflicts with other families, or gangs of different nationalities. He had seen it happen many times, but he couldn't control fate. He had been to prison in Russia as a young man, he had been shot, stabbed, and generally bore the wounds of his profession with stoicism and a trust that all would be right when the end came. And so he chose to try not to think of it very much. What was the point of worrying about matters such as what fate awaited oneself? He took all the usual precautions his life required, and he simply lived as he always had. The Russian Mafia was a very homogenous group, outsiders stood out clearly, even if they were Caucasian. And so if a Jamaican gang member, or an Asian, or even an Italian member was moving around Brighton Beach it was hard not to see them for what they were.   

He was moving on the Belt Parkway now, headed for a quiet section of Brooklyn where his warehouse was and where the studio's were set up. There were no special effects in his films; the studios were walled off sections, inside of a secure warehouse where they were made to look like different rooms in a house. There were several different bedroom sets, and a living room set, a den, a fake kitchen, even a sexual playroom with all kinds of toys and devices. It was all used to shoot digital videos of kids of all ages being fucked to make the CP.

He approached his exit and slowed down pushing a button on his steering wheel that dialed the warehouse, it rang once before an accented voice answered, "Yeah Boss, you getting close?" 

Lenny answered, "About two minutes." 

The voice replied, "Okay Boss, the outside is clear and the security system is ready for you as soon as you arrive." 

Lenny drove to the gate of a large fenced lot with a very large building behind it. The gate swung inward silently, opening for his sedan and as soon as he was through it closed quietly with a heavy click as it relocked. Lenny saw two figures one to his left the other to his right in the shadows against the wall of the building. Lenny knew both men well and trusted his life to them and a few other that made up his bodyguard staff when he chose to travel with them. 

They were carrying suppressed Israeli 9 mm micro uzi smg’s. They were there as Lenny arrived because the security camera’s were always turned off  for about 30 to 60 seconds as he either arrived or departed the warehouse. If there were ever an emergency and the city had to get in for a fire or something, he didn't want any data stored on their computers, where all the security videos were stored, showing his car entering or leaving. But when the camera’s were off if someone had followed Lenny or been lying in wait somewhere near by it would have been a good time to make an attempt on his life if that had been their goal. 

The warehouse door rolled up quickly and silently and Lenny drove in and the door closed just a silently as he entered. The men outside ensured the gate had locked securely and all the lights on the  security system camera’s were green and disappeared.

His child porn business was his own special business, only a very select group knew of the facility, and some of his friends and co-workers in the family thought he was producing adult porn here. None of them knew for sure and all of them could have cared less. What Lenny K. did there was his business and if he wanted you to know he would have told you. A few of the older bosses would be offended to know what Lenny was, but he didn’t care. A lot of them had some strange habits of their own but a man was allowed his penchants for personal pleasure’s and this was Lenny’s. He felt he had earned his respect and his privacy, and he was very private about this aspect of his business and didn't speak of it to colleagues or anyone else. Just the small brotherhood of pedophile’s who made up the bulk of Lenny‘s cp crew. He parked and got out after the doors to the warehouse closed and saw a beautiful woman approaching him from a darkened passage. He smiled and met his executive assistant, a beautiful Ukrainian woman with appetites like his own who greeted him cordially. 

Lenny smiled, as she kissed him affectionately on both his cheeks. She smelled like a delicious exotic flower and her scent made Lenny swoon ever so slightly knowing she would soon have a pleasant surprise for him. The rest of the night would be a mix of business and pleasure, but mostly pleasure, and he was anxious to get busy with both.
