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Beg, Borrow & Steal By Kelly Hunter Virginia Booth wrapped her leg around the tall chrome pole, swinging herself around with unparalleled grace. All the men in the club couldn't take their eyes off the raven-haired beauty. Virginia was the star attraction at the Bada-Boom club, a gentleman's establishment on the outskirts of Chicago, and with good reason. Her long legs, her firm breasts, her long dark hair with luscious green eyes, she was the reason all the men were staring, all but three. The heavy beat of the music did not disturb Mickey Salvatore as he watched the crowd, not the goddess on the stage. His club, though not the greatest one around, did a fine business with men who needed a little escape from their lives, or from their wives for that matter. Mickey started this endeavor with a little help from the local loan officer, and not one that worked at a bank. Even though the business was profitable, it was also expensive, considering the interest rate. Mickey smiled weakly; knowing the money coming in tonight would be good, but probably not good enough. Dave Cooper strained to hear the waitress' order over the steady beat. As a bartender in this dive, he did pretty well. He quickly snatched two cold beers from the case, popped off the caps, and slid them to the cute server. His time in the Navy was recently finished, serving on a nuclear submarine in the South Pacific. He had joined the Navy right after high school, and four years later was here, swabbing the counter as opposed to the deck. Periodically he lifted his eyes to admire the curvaceous figure wrapped around the pole, but mostly poured the drinks, garnered his tips, and dreamed of bigger things. The only other male in the club not watching was Gino, the lithe young man who worked in the club while attending school. He generally helped the dancers, for he was majoring in make-up and special effects at the University. He helped turn average women into the most beautiful women to ever grace the stage. Mickey knew that the little he paid Gino was well worth the 'magic' he performed on the women. Styling their hair, hiding wrinkles, covering blemishes, he was the Michelangelo of strip joints. Gino peered out from behind the side curtain, peeking at the perfectly formed derriere gyrating before the enraptured crowd of men. He peered over at the bar, and smiled as Dave gave him a nod, Gino wishing it was more than just a nod. Lost in his thoughts, Gino never noticed that Mickey had entered his field of vision, abruptly ending his daydream. "Hey Gino, you finish that statue of Virginia yet?" the tall 'entrepreneur' said. "I wanna get it in the front by the door." Still recovering from his sudden 'awakening', "Huh, what, oh, yea..." stuttered Gino. "Ms. Booth came over to my place last Thursday for the mold; I should have it ready by next week or so." "Good, it will be my tribute to my girlfriend, letting everyone knows who the star is around here." Mickey's decorating sense would be deemed gaudy by some people's standards, well, make that most people's standards. He requested a life statue of Virginia Booth be created, like in Rome, to adorn his establishment's door, and Gino was more than happy to oblige. "Hey boss," interrupted a short blond waitress with huge breasts, "there's some guys here to see you." Mickey turned to see two large men standing near the door, one looking around, and the other staring right at Mickey. "Oh shit," muttered the owner. Regaining his composure he continued, "Thanks doll, bring my associates a few beers and tell them I'll be with them shortly." Gino slowly slinked over to the bar's end, admiring Dave as he lifted several cases of beer from below. Finally gathering up the courage, he blurted over the loud music, "Hey Dave, How's it going?" Dave, hearing his name called, stood up with his 6' 2", 210 lb. chiseled frame, and peered Gino's way. "Oh, hey Gino, didn't see you there." Slowly with a confident strut Dave walked to the end of the counter to greet his smaller coworker, only to be interrupted by the big-breasted waitress with the beer order for the two 'associates.' Virginia was just finishing her performance as the music began to fade. The crowd of salivating testosterone clapped vigorously for the dark haired beauty. She gathered up her feather boa in her 4 inch heeled pumps, and exited the stage with wads of cash stuck in every available place. No sooner had she left the stage than a siren went off and a dancer in a tight police uniform entered the stage, arresting the audience with her moves. The previously wealthier patrons with their shortened, alcohol-induced attention spans gave their full attention to the leather booted blond on stage. Gino watched with pride as the clientele's eyes opened wide for one of his made-up beauties. His make-up expertise hid the truth of the woman on stage. The blond handcuffed to the chrome pole was 42years old. Even though that is not old, and she was still beautiful, but in the world of exotic dancers, she's ancient. From the floor of the club one could never see the wrinkles she hid around her eyes, the slight sagging of her breasts, one only saw a beautiful woman that one would swear was in her twenties. "You do great work!" Dave shouted over the music to Gino. "Thanks," he answered as he smiled. "Evelyn looks fantastic! Two years ago she was being kicked out of every club in town, now she's making money hand over fist." Dave smiled; he was impressed with Gino's handiwork. "By the way, Dave, pardon the expression but what's a nice guy like you doing in a place like this?" "Well, I'm saving my money. I want to open a restaurant here in town, but it costs a lot, and I don't have any backers." "Really? Y'know, Mickey knows a few people..." Dave rolled his eyes, replying back, "those people, I don't want to know." The side door opened and out came Virginia. Nobody noticed her wrapped in a robe, as the blond on stage performed tricks with her Billy club. Quietly, with a huge smile on her face, she crept up behind Gino and wrapped her hands around him. Startled, he turned around and was face to face with one of the most perfectly built women on earth. They looked each other right in the eyes, she looking down as she still wore her pumps. Dave stared at the attractive woman as she joked with her make-up magician. "If I weren't dating Mickey, I would..." she trailed off as she planted a kiss on his blushing cheek. "You look great tonight Virginia," claimed Dave, his apron conveniently hiding his growing erection. "Thanks, sweetheart!" she replied with fervor. "Y'know, maybe we should get together sometime. Y'know, get to know each other a little better." She smiled an all-knowing smile at the bartender, implying greater things with her eyes. Virginia was always looking for a good time, but she was also looking for money, that's why she was with Mickey. "I'd like that," Dave responded, as Gino noticed the bulge under his apron. He smiled as a plan formed in his head, a plan for later that evening. "Speaking of my man, where is Mickey?" Gino broke his stare from the crotch of his friend and answered, "he's over there, with those two burly looking men." "Oh shit. Those are Tony's goons. Must be that time of the month, if you know what I mean." Virginia squinted at the men, attempting to read the lips of her lover and the "associates" with him. The music wasn't too loud at the back table where Mickey was sweating. He knew that the men he was with were there to collect, to collect money he said he didn't have and didn't want to give. "Gentlemen, things have been tight around here, but I should have your money shortly..." "Listen Shit-head, Tony's getting' impatient. He wants his money. You're two months late, any later, limbs will start getting, well, how should we put it... broken?" The larger of the two patted his chest where the vague outline of a gun could be seen. "Ya got two days. We'll be back Saturday, 9 pm. Have the money, or have an ambulance ready." "But I got the neighborhood picketing this place..." he begged his stoic company. The man that spoke raised his finger as he stood up. "Don't make me make it tomorrow. Saturday, 9 o'clock." Mickey slouched over has he cupped his face with his hands, the sweat on his palms only outdone by the sweat on his forehead. The two burly men left the table, looked around once more, and left. There was only one thing Mickey could do, and he knew it. The music died as the lights went up; it was closing time. The law enforcement blond undid her handcuffs and exited the stage as the drunken crowd slowly filed out. The three at the bar watched as the lonely men left, and then peered over at the slumping owner. "I think I better go see how he's doing," remarked Virginia, as she sauntered over to the back table. Dave stared at the lovely hips as they swayed across the floor, as Gino studied them. Dave adjusted his pants as Gino calculated each high- heeled stride of the Bada-Boom goddess. No one saw as he shifted his hips in time with hers, while standing on his toes. They watched intently as Virginia attempted to console their boss, but to no avail. Mickey shook his head and shooed her away, much to Virginia's dismay. She turned, smiled at Dave at the bar, and slowly strode her way into the dressing rooms. "What I wouldn't give to spend a night with her!" Dave finally spewed forth. "She is so beautiful." "Uh, yea, she is," answered Gino. "Didn't you have enough women when you were in the Navy? One in every port, right?" "Port was once every six months. In a submarine, you can get pretty lonely, except for when, well..." he trailed off. "What was that?" Gino inquired, here was his opening. "Well, it gets pretty lonely out at sea, and well, men need attention too..." "You mean..." "Well, yea, but I was always the quarterback, never the tight-end, y'know what I mean?" "Wow, I never would have thought..." said Gino, but secretly he had hoped. "I don't tell anybody those things, in fact, you're the first one I have ever told. You have to promise that you won't tell anybody, otherwise I may never get laid again." "I promise, your secret's safe with me." Gino crossed his heart, but knew his world was opening up. Now he could put his little plan in motion. "Hey, I could ask Virginia if she wanted to get together with you later, if you want." "I don't know. Mickey would kill me, and I need this job." "Don't worry, I'll be discreet, and Virginia would act like nothing had ever happened. Trust me, I know. Give me a shot of bourbon, her favorite, and I'll be right back." Gino left his friend with his swollen apron and went to the dressing room. Virginia, being the star, had her own dressing room, near the back entrance. Gino passed thru the main dressing room as the girls and the waitresses gathered their belongings before heading out the door. "'Night Gino!" they all shouted as they left, and receiving a kiss from Evelyn, the 42 year old blond. He noticed Evelyn dumping her stuff into her locker, handcuffs and Billy club as well. He smiled as he watched, agreeing with the crowd, he was a magician, but his greatest illusion was yet to happen. He went to his own locker, pulling out his bag. Suddenly Mickey interrupted the peace of the room. With his shoulders slumped, he walked over to his 'Houdini.' "Gino, I gotta get outta here, lock up will ya'." He turned and reached the dressing room door, "Oh, and tell Virginia I'm sorry, but I'll see her tomorrow, I gotta take care of some things." Gino nodded, "sure thing boss." This was working out better than he hoped. Making sure the coast was clear, he pulled out two capsules and emptied the contents into the glass of liquor. "Now, she won't remember a thing." Gently he knocked on the star's door. "Come in," is all he heard. Gino slowly entered as he saw the most beautiful naked body a man has ever seen. Virginia was seated at her dressing table, slowly brushing her midnight hair as it cascaded over her large, firm breasts. Her long legs were shifted to one side, her 5'8" frame seated erect. "Oh, hi Gino, is that for me? Oh, I need that!" Gino stood in the doorway as the perfect frame sauntered over, encircling the short glass with her long exquisite fingers with dark red nails. She took a sip and walked over to the lone couch in the room. "Mickey said he was sorry, but he can't see you tonight." "Figures. I was just gonna go home and drink anyway, but I think I'll just do that right here." She slammed the rest of her drink down her throat and stretched her armed over her head as she lay down. Gino smiled as he watched the lovely woman close her eyes, letting her arms fall over her head. She was asleep. The liquor additive works quickly on an exhausted body with an empty stomach. "I'll be right back," he whispered to himself as he gently closed the door. He almost ran out to the bar as Dave was doing his final swabbing of the bar top. He slowed down before reaching the bar, not wanting to tip his hand. "Hey Dave, you done?" "Yea, just about, why?" "Virginia said, one hour, your place, start drinking." "What?! Really?" "Yep, just have your lights low, she said you don't need to have anybody see you guys together, if you know what I mean." "Excellent!" with that, Dave grabbed his jacket and leapt out from behind the bar. He looked like a kid anticipating Christmas; little did he realize that package he would be getting tonight. Gino smiled as he watched his navy buddy leave, locking the door behind him; he was now all alone, he, and his new alter ego. Gino turned the lights down in the club, making it quite dark. Knowing his way, he swayed his hips as he ventured out to his car in the back of the club. Making sure no one was lurking around, he opened his trunk and pulled out two metal suite-cases and what looked like a bowling ball bag. Deftly he closed the trunk and carried the three items back into the dressing room. Still lying there motionless was 'Miss Perfection'. She hadn't moved a muscle. He quickly opened the two cases, revealing his professional make-up supplies in one, the other, flesh colored items. Opening the bowling ball bag, he removed a foam head covered with beautiful dark hair. "Okay Gino," he said as he looked at himself in the mirror, "time to work your magic." Methodically he removed his clothes; pants and shirt, socks and underwear, to the point where he was totally naked. It seemed like he had prepared for such a moment, for his entire body was devoid of hair. He smiled as he reached and removed the pumps the motionless body had on. "I think I'll wear these as I get dressed." The heels clicked on hard floor as he went to the second case and removed a flesh colored corset. With the ease of having done this before, he wrapped it around his abdomen and pulled. Exhaling all the air out of his lungs, he watched as his waist pinched inward, tightening to a 25-inch waist. Already showing a curvaceous yet straight figure, he pulled out another flesh colored item from the cold metal case. "Well, this isn't a copy of Virginia's, but it will definitely do for tonight." Holding up the latex like form, it appeared to be a boneless skin of a woman. It showed some padding in the chest and hips area, but for the most part, it was thin and soft. Gently Gino spread talcum powder over his entire body, making it soft and dry. He kicked off the red leather pumps as he slid each leg down the lifeless appendages. He pulled the rest up to his narrow hips, slowly sliding his penis into a fold directly behind a false, cleanly trimmed slit. "Ooooh, that feels good." He pulled the false hips over his own, the crack of his new cheeks, slicing between his own, allowing full access to his rectal muscles. He continued, sliding it up his cinched waist, before sliding both arms down into the smooth, soft lifeless limbs. The stretchy rubber neck slid farther up his torso, lifting his breasts into position, sliding his shoulders inside the sexy female shoulders. The once lifeless suit came to life, as Gino slowly shifted the false skin into proper position. Slipping into the red pumps once more, he strutted over to the full- length mirror, swaying his new hips just like the ones he witnessed earlier this evening. Looking back at himself was the body of a beautiful woman, with the head of a young man. "Oh, we just have to do something about that!" He moved back over to the dressing table once more, peering back at the real Virginia sprawled out over the couch. "Don't get up, Virginia will be here in just a moment." He laughed to himself, thinking about Dave waiting for him at home. He reached for the foam head, and gently pushed the dark wavy hair aside to reveal the perfect likeness of the sleeping beauty. It was an exact duplicate of Virginia's head. Quickly he wiped his face with a powder, which would become an adhesive with his body heat, then slid the mask and attached hair over his head. Caressingly he made sure all features lined up perfectly with his own; the mouth with the large pouty lips, the cute button nose, the high cheekbones. With the deft touch only a master has, he quickly smoothed out the edges with cream, making the seams around his eyes, nose, ears and mouth, disappear. Using the same technique, he made the union of head to torso equally invisible. Lastly, he reached into his case once more, and pulled out a contact lens case. Opening the case, he placed green lenses into his dark brown eyes, completing the transformation. He, now she, shook out her hair, letting it drop and cascade around her large firm breasts. Strutting back over to the mirror, he smiled a wicked Virginia smile, and remarked, "Virginia, you're the magician, you made Gino disappear." Standing before the mirror was Virginia's twin, albeit slightly different. He confidently checked his breasts, cupping them with his now feminine hands. He turned with his derriere facing the reflecting glass, gently scratching the cheeks with the false red fingernails. He pressed his hand into the dark patch of hair between his legs. He could feel his small but firm erection hiding beneath, and slowly slid his finger inside. He shuddered as the finger rubbed against him, nearly bringing him to orgasm standing right there. Opening the closet he found what Virginia had worn to the club that evening. "Better be dressed in what Dave saw her arrive in, easier to convince him that I'm the real thing," he thought to himself. Smoothly he slid into the red satin thong and bra. He looked at his perfect form once again, thinking that he looked like a page from a Victoria's Secret catalog. Not wasting much time, he spread out the tight black cat suit. He brushed off some fuzz as he admired the smooth fabric. Leaving it draped over the lifeless form on the sofa, he brought out the black knee-high boots Virginia had worn that evening. He eyed up the 4 inch heels with anticipation. Placing the boots down, he grabbed the lifeless fabric; stretching it over his long, lean legs. He pulled it up to his narrow waist and slinked his arms inside. He wrapped his new found breasts with the slimming lycra, pulling the zipper up to front of his neck, a zipper that went down to his crotch and up to the tip of his tail bone. "This should reveal enough with out revealing too much," 'she' said to 'herself' with glee. Quickly 'she' slid into the tall boots, leaping to her feet when she was done. There was no evidence that this woman standing in this room wasn't Virginia Booth, the stride, the curvaceous body, and the raven colored hair. Slapping a merely decorative belt loosely over her hips, she grabbed the red leather bolero jacket and deftly slipped into it. Her large breasts poked through the 'never closing' front of the jacket, the false pert nipples pressing against the black cat suit. Gino knew that the body wasn't an exact match and that if someone actually saw it naked, it wouldn't look right at all, but for this little rendezvous with Dave, it'll be enough. The doppelganger peered over at the lifeless body lying quietly on the couch, her nipples erect from the cool evening air; he politely covered it's nakedness with a blanket. "If somebody peeked in here, they would think you were just sleeping here tonight. It's not like you haven't done that before," the new Virginia Booth stated. Turning on the extended toe of black leather, she grabbed the purse of the nascent woman, and turned off the lights. She had a date to keep. *** Mickey Salvatore drove his large Mercedes with a controlled sense of urgency. He knew that Tony Alto wasn't a patient man, however likable he may be. When you owed him something, he was going to collect. He had borrowed money from the supposed Mafioso to open Bada-Boom, on the good side of town. Tony saw this as an opportunity to broaden his geography, but it hasn't gone well. He knew that the return on his 'investment' has not been good, let alone the apparent neighborhood's revulsion to the enterprise. Now, he was ready to take it out on Mickey. The nearly empty streets provided little obstacle for the speeding black auto. The cool night air did little to relieve the sweat still on Mickey's brow. He glanced at his rearview mirror, noticing a pair of headlights. Not really paying much attention, he made a right hand turn, heading across town. The trailing car followed. Driving hastily, he turned down a side street. The car that followed made the sudden turn as well, this time catching the club owner's attention. "Huh?" the anxious driver said. "Shit, I'm being followed?" Carefully he turned down another street, the car behind confirming his fears; someone was following him. Driving cautiously, he turned into the development he lived in, pursued by his follower. Nervously he pulled into the parking spot in front of his door. He unlocked the door and got out, the headlights of the other car not allowing him to make out his pursuers. He froze in his tracks as the lights on top of the vehicle flashed, one red, the other blue. The strobe effect made him squint annoyed that he was followed by a cop, yet relieved it wasn't someone else who had a gun. Mickey knew the drill from his youth; he slightly raised his hands away from his sides, allowing the officer comfort to get out of his cruiser. "Excuse me sir," the patrolman said "Yes officer?" "Do you have any idea how fast you were going?" Mickey just muttered, under his breath, "shit." *** Gino settled behind the wheel of the pearl white convertible BMW, the one displaying the license plate 'BOOTH". The engine purred softly, as did he, driving along the dark streets to the neighborhood Dave Cooper resided. It had taken a few moments to correctly manage the pedals in the 4-inch heels, but just a few blocks from the club, the false woman gained control of her leather-clad foot. 'She' paid no real attention to anyone else on the road, including the black Lincoln Continental that followed; 'Virginia' had no reason to. Soon she pulled up to the curb, two doors down from her expectant suitor. The lone streetlight lit her path as she swung her long legs out of the silent vehicle, the white in stark contrast to her black attire and raven hair, her red jacket forewarning of the fire within. Gino smiled as she checked her reflection in the side window of the German automobile, shaking out her long, luxurious hair. She seductively leaned against the car, letting a large black car slowly pass. She was flattered thinking how the smiling man inside the car checked her out. Knowing he was watching in the rearview mirror, she suggestively swayed her tight derri?re as she walked away from the car, and towards her patient bartender, which was perfectly natural in the high heels. She wiggled her way up the front steps, her hidden manhood awakening in anticipation. She gently rapped on the front door. She could hear the footsteps as the anxiously reached the other side of the door, then stop as the lock was released. 'Virginia' tilted her head in the direction of the opening side of the door, a sexy smirk on her pout red lips. "Hey sailor, how long you in town?" she asked playfully. Dave stood there, his jaw slightly agape as 'Virginia' stood at his door. His eyes ran down the curves of the woman before him, his growing erection clearly visible in jeans. "Well, can I come in?" "Uh, yea, yea..." Dave said, stumbling over his words and his feet as he opened the door wide. His eyes never left the swaying hips as the bounced back and forth, never noticing the black car parked out front. The one bedroom condo was sparsely decorated, with only the essentials, especially for a bachelor. Closing the door, Dave motioned his fantasy to head further into the room. She stood there looking around, the dim lights still allowing her to see everything. The couch was clear, the newspapers on the ground in front of it showing their 'displeasure' having been recently removed. Jazz music played softly. "Can I, uh, get you a drink?" Dave asked, just like a good bartender. "Beer is good," she replied, smiling with her crimson lips. With little delay, he turned to the kitchen, yet his eyes had a difficult time removing themselves from her statuesque form. Finally the stare was broken by the wall between the two rooms. Gino could hear the door to the refrigerator open and close, and the slight hiss of a beer opening, the cap tinkling on the countertop. Still standing in the middle of the room as Dave reentered, the luscious woman sexily peeled off her short jacket, making sure her ample bosom thrust forward as she tossed the covering onto the couch. Dave's jaw dropped open as he extended the cold long necked bottle to her. Shaking her head to one side, swinging her dark hair out of her face, she reached for the brew with her right hand, as the other grasped the tab of the zipper at her neck. Slowly she pulled it down, stopping somewhere around her stomach; the dim light leaving a huge shadow in her cleavage. Never taking her eyes off him as he gawked, she took the beer and took a swig. Gino thought for sure Dave's eyes were drying out from staring, and then said to himself, 'well, this should make his eyes pop out.' Gino tilted his head slightly down, licking the end of the bottle with his extended tongue. He could see Dave shift his jeans, as they grew even tighter, his erection surely suffocating. Suddenly Gino's head dove down, encircling the bottle, all the way over the top of the main label. He repressed his gag reflex as he slid up and down over the cold glass, searching for the desired response from his audience; he got it. The cold beer Dave had held in his hand did not defy gravity, spilling all over the floor, his grip weakened by the sight before him. The full bottle landed on his shoeless toe before pouring a puddle on the carpet, the sharp pain in his little toe snapping him back to reality. Gino smiled a delicious smile, knowing he had his prey completely fooled. Dave clamored back to the kitchen, limping gingerly on his left foot. Gino didn't wait for him to return, instead followed him into the darkened kitchen. Upon entering the small kitchen, Dave's back was to her as he was ringing out a rag to clean up his reactionary mess. The unbreakable rag fell out of his hands as 'Virginia' wrapped her hands into his crotch. Dave could feel her breasts pressing into his back as the red polished nails seductively undid the button fly of his jeans. Opening the last button, Dave looked down to see her hand plunge inside, past his boxers, grabbing his throbbing manhood. Gino peered over Dave's shoulder, realizing his eyes were closed as his hands were braced on the cabinets over the sink. She noticed a bowl of fresh fruit to their left, smiled, and whispered into Dave's ear. "Peel a banana," she said softly, the slow music guiding the rhythm of her hand. "Huh?" he said surprised, not sure of what she asked. "Peel a banana," she whispered again, her right hand grasping his swollen cock, her left rubbing his hard chest. Unsure of why she wanted fruit at a time like this, he complied, snapping the yellow fruit at the stem, peeling the skin away. Placing the banana peel on the counter, he attempted to hand her the banana over his left shoulder. Dave was disappointed as the right hand left his raw erection, grabbing the banana from his hand. He looked down, watching the delicate hand clutch the phallic looking object; he never noticed her left hand as it grabbed the discarded banana peel. "Open up," she said, again whispering in his ear. She lifted the peeled banana up to his mouth, sliding past his lips. "Don't bite," she said. As the banana curled in and out of his mouth, her left hand cupped the banana peel as if it still had fruit on the inside. A muffled groan could be heard past the his full mouth as she filled the peel with his cock, sliding the slick insides rhythmically over his manhood, all the while moving the fruit in and out of his mouth in unison, her firm breasts still pressing against his stiff back. The faint light produced only one shadow on the wall, as Dave's hips rocked back and forth, his tight ass pressing into Gino's hidden appendage, causing it too to grow large. Gino pulled the bartender's body closer, causing erotic pressure below his waist; the dreams of earlier that evening coming true, for both of them. Releasing the banana that hung from her prey's lips, she spun the excited man around, never releasing his grip on his swollen penis. She stood before him, her hand continuing its assault on his fifth limb, as she reached her lips up to his. The light tan fruit protruded from his mouth, but he was amazed that this didn't slow Virginia down at all. The young woman opened her mouth, taking the other end on her tongue, and into her throat. The man's cock grew larger still as the woman's mouth enveloped the banana, sliding up and down, her crimson lips puckered around it. His eyes grew wide as her tongue danced around the protrusion. One last thrust, her lips pressed against his, then she bit, slicing two thirds of the banana in her mouth. Dave nearly gagged on his part of the erotic fruit, as she nearly swallowed the softened fruit whole, all the while pressing her tongue into his mouth. Her free hand pressed his head into hers, as his hand finally reached around her voluptuous form. He had one hand around her waist; the other cupped her firm ass, all the while his cock was still wrapped up in a sliding banana peel. Gino's hand rhythmically moved that peel, but now his hand rubbed up against his false lips, causing the hidden occupant to grow larger, enjoying every stroke. Soon, neither of them would be able to contain themselves. She put her hand in his chest, pressing their two bodies slightly apart. Seductively, she pulled the zipper farther down her chest, past her belly button, yet never relinquishing her penile grip. Her large breasts sliced through the opening, the black catsuit no match for the exuberant orbs. His lips formed a small circle as her enjoyed the view, half imagining what he saw because of the darkness. Finally his penis felt cool air, as the peel slid off, dropping to the floor. He tasted her sweet lips as they pressed against his, her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. He barely had his arms around her once more before she removed her hands from his neck, then grabbing his waist. He stood there motionless as she began to descend, her four-inch heels firmly planted on the ground. Dave arched his head back as she began to assault his cock again, this time with her lips. Gino had dreamt of this moment, ever since seeing that apron grow tight. Her left hand steadied herself on his right hip, while her right hand found her own nether region. She could still taste the flavor of the banana on his enormous erection, as her hand reached inside herself, pressing against the hidden penis within. Dave weaved his hands softly through the dark hair, the light of the living room reflecting off the lustrous hair. His hips began to shake, as the friction grew more intense. 'Virginia' could feel the impending climax, her hand noticing the tightening of his ass. This set off a feverish pace between her own legs, as the fingers of her right hand repeatedly dove inside, stroking his own engorged self. "I'm... gonna...cum..." Dave struggled to exclaim. His hands released any pressure on her head, allowing her to raise her head, if she wanted. To his delight, she continued, causing him to lose any and all control. Dave exploded, his legs shaking from the reverberation. His eye squinting downwards, he realized her lips never released from his spent manhood, drinking in all he had to offer. He noticed too as Virginia began to tremble, as she reached orgasm herself. Gino's hand finally receded from own crotch, ceasing his assault on his hidden member. He could feel his own release against his hidden skin, making his legs tingle as he balanced precariously on the four-inch heels. She cleaned up his now flaccid penis, which still hung large in her eyes. Slowly she climbed his heaving chest, as it still breathed heavy from the encounter. Fully erect, she once again encircled his neck with her hands, kissing the muscular man passionately. Dave could still taste the salty residue on her lips, but didn't care. He embraced the woman in his arms, gently lifting her beautiful frame off the ground. Virginia lifted her right heel back as the ground dropped from her feet; she felt like she was flying. Their lips peeled apart slowly, each looking into the other's eyes, bright but barely visible in the darkened kitchen. "Well," Gino said, in a soft sexy voice, breaking the silence, "you'd better go clean up that spill..." She smiled sexily, as she raised the pinky to the corner of her mouth as to fix some smeared lipstick. "Uh, yea, the spill..." Dave fumbled with his jeans, pulling them up, catching his expended appendage in the open zipper, letting out a soft yelp. Gino stepped back softly, admiring the flustered man as he turned to grab the towel in the sink. She slowly pulled the zipper on her catsuit up to her neck once again as the blushing male stepped past her, slipping slightly on the banana peel lying on the kitchen floor. "Careful there sugar," the young, sexy lady said, stretching her arms out to steady him, "Don't want you on the floor, not that way anyway." Dave smiled, his tired eyebrows arching high as the thoughts of further encounters danced in his head. Breaking his trance from her eyes in the doorway, he entered the living room looking for the spill that happened seemingly hours ago. 'Virginia' stepped out of the kitchen, hardly able to maintain a reserved smile as her inside glowed radiantly. She strutted over to the couch, picking up her jacket again, slipping her delicate arms into the sleeves. Dave was on his knees as he peered up, watching as the embodiment of sexuality used both hands to free her trapped hair from the collar of leather. He stared at the large chest as her arms were raised high, he could feel movement in his jeans again. She knew he was watching her every move, she also knew he had no idea who he just had the pleasure with. Gino smiled malevolently thinking how he borrowed Virginia's life for a night, and how much he truly enjoyed it. Dave stood, the spot in the carpet barely dried, the empty bottle still at his feet. Virginia stepped over the bottle as she made her way to the door, reaching for the handle, he moved behind her to show her out. Opening the door slightly, she stopped and turned to the entranced man. She gently kissed him softly on the lips, her one hand on the door handle, the other gently on his chest. "Now, remember..." she said, her index finger on his banana flavored lips, "this was between you and me." He said nothing, his eyes solely indicating his agreement. "I mean, at the club, this never happened, got it?" This time his head slightly nodded, knowing full well this could never get out. If Mickey ever found out, he would be "sleepin' wit da fishes." Smiling, Gino brushed Dave's cheek softly, then turned to leave, opening the door wide. Dave grabbed the doors edge as he watched that perfect ass sway back and forth as it went down the walk. As she reached the sidewalk, she waved to the man in the doorway, never breaking stride as she made her way to her car. As he was about to close the door, his apartment became lit with the lights of car across the way. He reopened the door and noticed a black Lincoln start up and drive away. Paying no real mind, he checked Virginia once again; she had reached her car and was safely inside. The smile never left his lips as he closed the door all the way, stepping in the wet spot in the floor, letting out a few soft curses as he also stubbed his toe on the empty bottle. *** Mickey slammed the door, locking all the locks in the process. The ticket for reckless driving he received had done nothing to improve his mood, but it couldn't have made it any worse either. He had bigger things to worry about, but he had already made a final decision on the ride home. He crumpled up the ticket, tossing it errantly at the small wastebasket next the disheveled desk. The ball of paper missed terribly, but he didn't care, for if things went according to plan, for once, he wouldn't be around to pay it. Then again, if things didn't go according to his plan, he wouldn't be around to pay either, let alone pick it up from the floor. Hands shaking, he poured himself a stiff drink, skipping the 'rocks', not wishing to water down the full numbing effects of the liquor. He slammed it back and quickly poured another, spilling some on the counter. Turning away from the slight puddle, he carried the glass and the bottle in one hand, over to the desk, using his free hand to push the mess off onto the floor, burying the recent policeman's gift. He plopped his tired ass down in the chair, and stripped off his wrinkled jacket, and loosened up his tieless collar. He swallowed the glass' contents as he switched on his computer, bringing up his finances on an old spreadsheet program. He shook his head when the final page arrived, showing the balance in his account. "Tony's gonna kill me," is all he said as he poured another glass. His eyes drifted upwards, seeing the picture of Virginia and him on a beach in the Caribbean last year, causing him to produce a weak smile. Grabbing the picture in one hand, and the glass in the other, he once again peered at the total on the screen. "Three hundred and eighty thousand..." he said, grimacing as he did. "If Tony knew I was skimming off the top..." he didn't finish, not needing to state the obvious outcome. Placing the picture down, and then the once again empty glass, he reached for the phone. Dialing, he glanced at his fake Rolex on his wrist; just realizing what time it was when the other end answered the phone. "Hello?" came a just woken up voice on the other end. "Johnny? It's me, Mickey." "Mickey? You have any fuckin' idea what time it is?" said the exasperated voice on the other end. "It's four in the goddamn morning!" "Johnny, I'm sorry, really," Mickey apologetically. "I wouldn't have called if it ain't important..." "What the fuck is it?" Mickey held the phone against his head with his shoulder as the poured himself one last glass of numbing juice. "I need some ID's, fast." The tried voice replied, "how fast?" "How fast can you get it to me?" Mickey said, the full glass at his lips. "Well, speed doesn't come cheap..." came the suddenly awake voice. "How fast does ten grand get me?" he asked, the glass still full, still next to his lips. After a brief pause, "Day after tomorrow, in the morning," came the now lively voice from the receiver. "Just get the name you want, I'll take care of everything. Passport too?" Mickey finally poured the glass down his throat, stepping over to his desk once more. He glanced down at the picture of Virginia again, and answered, "Yea, passports, two." *** The 'BOOTH" plated BMW drove it's way out of the development, in clear view through the windshield of the Lincoln that followed it; the raven- haired driver completely unaware that she was being followed. The tinted windows hid from view two of Tony's goons as they drove the large, dark car. The seat belts of the 'law-abiding' citizens held the hidden guns firmly against their chests as the drove. The silent driver just stared ahead; the passenger sipped a cold cup of coffee, when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Fumbling with the device with one hand as he held the cup firmly with the other, he finally flipped it open, the little blue screen lighting up. "Yea," he said dully, knowing already who was on the other end. "So?" came an equally non-emotional voice from the phone. "We tailed her, like you said to do..." "And?" "She went right to da' bartendah's place, I think she's doin' him." There was no reply to this, so the passenger continued. "After the club she went straight there, went inside, hour latah, she came out, hair all messed up." He took a sip of his coffee anticipating a reply, yet nothing came back still. "I don't tink she's got anything to do wit dat Mickey anymorh." Finally the phone spoke, "Okay. Let 'er go Vito. You and Jimmy come back, tomorrow, we follow Mickey da rat." The phone went silent, as the caller hung up. Raising his eyebrows and looking at the phone, he snapped it shut as he pulled the coffee to his lips again. "Tony says to come home." The car swerved suddenly to the left, the driver obeying the command instantly. The coffee spilled uncontrollably all over the lap on the smaller goon, after splashing on his face. "Jimmy! What da' fuck!" *** Gino was oblivious to all that passed as he carefully drove the white German car back to the club. He glanced at his reflection in the windshield mirror, Virginia, with a huge grin, smiled back. He did a double take as he saw a pair of headlights suddenly jump out of view, then shrugged it off. His mind returned to the moment at hand. "Now, to get back to the club, and get out of this wonderful disguise." Placing his right hand on his crotch, he pressed down, still able to feel the moisture hidden behind the thin layer of rubber. He squeezed his thighs together, relishing the moment, causing his foot to press down and launching the car forward with a sudden burst of gas. "Shit!" he squealed, almost losing control of the car, "better stop that." Gino never noticed the police car sitting down the side street, watching him carelessly drive, at four in the morning. He never concerned himself with the lights that now followed, not until flashing blue and red ones caught his attention. "Shit, shit, shit," he cried, pulling off to the side, fearing what might happen next. "Shit, I hope Virginia has the registration and insurance card in here..." He watched as the patrol car behind him stopped, the lights still flashing, as the door opened, the police symbol clearly visible on the door. A strapping man stepped out, attractive, yet young, tentatively approaching Gino's window. Thoughts raced through the young 'woman's' head, when she decided to use some charms she normally wouldn't have as Gino. Quickly he unzipped the bodysuit, allowing an ample amount of cleavage to appear, the seatbelt clearly separating the large mounds. Tossing back her head, she sexily shook her hair out, letting it cover the left half of her face seductively. There was a gentle rapping on her window. Pressing the power window button with her delicate finger, she turned her 'innocent' face to her left, peering through her lustrous hair at the officer. "I'm sorry officer," she said sweetly, "did I do something wrong?" She gave the young man her most doe-full eyes, licking her lips gently, but innocently. The patrolman leaned down to the window, and looked inside. His eyes met her eyes, then continued down looking the wonderful bosom she possessed, as Virginia secretly pushed them forward. His eyes continued downward, onto her smooth thighs, down to her vixenous boots with the four-inch heels. "You, uh, you had this car long?" he said, his eyes finally meeting up with hers again, after lingering on her breasts for an additional moment. Virginia continued to play up her charms, gently sweeping her hair from her face, before she spoke. "Not too long," she said, not knowing how long Virginia has had this car. She was hoping that her assets would keep her from getting a ticket. "License and registration please," the officer said, standing back up, unable to see her face, but clearly able to see her sighing breasts. Gino reached into the glove box, relieved the registration was there. She handed it out the window blindly as she reached for her borrowed purse to find 'her' license. She fumbled with the purse as the cop ambled around the back of her car, apparently checking the license plate with the card he held. "Here you go, officer... Randall," she said, squinting to read his name over his badge. The man smiled at the 'helpless' woman, picking the license from her outstretched hand. Virginia noticed the moment of hesitation in the policeman's movements, having not made any motions to head back to his car. "I just learned how to drive a stick..." she could tell he was wavering, "and it's a challenge in the heels..." The officer peeked inside once again, looking at her heels, and then traveling back up her body to her bountiful chest; that did it. The man smiled, handing back the ID, placing his left hand on the car, leaning on that arm. "Here ya' go," he said, holding out the cards, "I didn't think that was you on the license, your hair's different." Virginia casually glanced at the picture on the license, and noticed that the hair was of a different color. She thought quickly as to continue the ruse. "Uh, yea, that was, um, my original color," she said, having no idea if that was true. "I'm thinking of going back to that color," she continued, stuffing the driver's license back in her wallet, and the registration back into the glove compartment. "That'd be nice," the now less-cop, more-man flirted, "but I think you look terrific as you are." Virginia let a soft giggle, but didn't blush; at least not that it could be seen through the thin latex. Gently she touched the man's hand, and said "Thank you" in a naive voice. She started the car, pressing the heels into the clutch and brake, the car letting out a soft hum. She tilted her head right but peered to her left, catching the young man staring at her breasts, before he suddenly looked up again. "Um," he said, caught in his glance, "just be more careful, okay?" "Yes, I will," she replied sweetly, her smile saying thanks in a way her breasts had already done. The officer patted the hand on the door again as he smiled, before stepping back to his car. She watched his tight police academy butt strut back to his car, before driving off in a fit of glee. Heaving a huge sigh, his false breasts rising and falling with the matching exhale, he looked in the mirror as the cop had turned and was now heading in the other direction. "That was close," Gino said, pulling the zipper up slightly. "I'd better back to the club right away, and..." he said, now looking at himself in the mirror, "no groping myself!" *** It was 11 in the morning as Gino awoke from his slumber. He sat up in bed and silently thought about the wonders of last night. He let out a little chuckle thinking about how he got out of the ticket, how her assets proved quite convincing. He had avoided a big predicament there. He kicked back the covers as the sun peeked through the drawn curtains, a soft glow enveloping the room. "I'm sure Virginia woke up and went home by now," he said aloud to himself. He had returned to the Bada- Boom early in the morning, to find his unsuspecting twin still fast asleep right where he left her. He had quietly stripped himself of her clothes, and then her false skin, once again revealing Gino inside. Gino placed everything back where he had found them, and gathered all his personal items together, replacing them back in their special cases. Pouring himself a glass of orange juice, he recalled his dismay as he peeled the luscious Virginia visage from his. Her face was perfect, the latex an exact replica of Virginia's flawless skin. He could grow real used to seeing that face in the mirror everyday. Looking out the kitchen window of his small apartment, he stared at nothing, lost in thought about being Virginia. His phone rang, breaking him out of his reverie, spilling the remaining juice in his glass onto the counter. "Hello?" Gino said politely, sure it was just a sales call anyway. "Gino?" came an exhausted voice on the phone, "Gino, is that you?" "Um, yea, this is Gino," he replied, "Who is this?" "It's me, Mickey," came the now recognizable voice on the other end. "I need you to do me a favor." Gino wondered what was going on, Mickey never asked him for any favors. "Um, sure, what is it?" "I need you to open the club tonight. I know you know the combination to the safe, to set up the tills and everything. I have," Mickey hesitated, "I have things I have to take care of." Gino wondered what was going on. He knew that Mickey had connections with, as they say, unscrupulous characters, figuring whatever was happening must have something to do with Mickey's visitors at the club last night. "Sure, Mickey, that's not a problem," Gino said back. "By the way, I should have that statue by Monday." "Huh, what?" Mickey said, obviously distracted. "Oh, yea, Virginia, yea, well, no rush on that..." Gino thought it was rather odd that Mickey now appeared uninterested in the statue, since he seemed to bother him every other day about it. He shrugged it off and was about to hang up when Mickey called out again. "Hey Gino, did, um, Virginia seem upset last night?" "No, not really, she was still at the club when I left last night. I'm sure she's fine." "Good, good, when you see her, tell her I'll call her later, it's very important." Gino could here the fluctuation in his voice, and he was convinced something big was going on. "Sure thing, boss, I'll tell her." Mickey said thanks and they both hung up the phone. Gino paid no more attention to the conversation and turned to the living room. The room was a complete mess, with various chemicals, and clay, and art supplies lying everywhere. He navigated his way through the sea of chaos, stopping when he reached the prize of the room. There, standing before him, was the unfinished statue of Virginia Booth. He stared at the detail in the face; impressed with his own abilities with the mask he wore the night before. His hands followed the graceful curves of the poured stone, the rubber casting providing the perfect match to Mickey, and Dave's, fantasy. He smiled as he thought about his encounter with the stud of a bartender. He wanted to tell him the truth so badly, but, wasn't sure how the Navy man would react to the news. Remembering the escapade last night, he realized that he had to do some cleaning to the inside of that bodysuit. He member grew again, looking forward to the next encounter with Dave. He found his hands wandering over the stone breasts, and wished that they were his, so he could give them to Dave. His erection grew stronger, pressing itself out from his boxers. He knew his day was going to busy, but he didn't want to wait any longer. He began to mix his special latex concoction, one that would allow the skin underneath to breath; he decided he needed to make a duplicate of Virginia right now. *** It was 3:10 pm when Gino showed up and unlocked the door from the only Gentleman's club on this side of town. A few cars were waiting for someone to arrive and open up; thankfully, it was only some of the girls. The location in the area was extremely good, albeit a fancier part of town. The street was lined with small shops and decent restaurants, looking quaint, as a decent town should. Lately there had been several people opposed to their line of work, making a scene outside, every night. So far, no one with a sign or bullhorn was present. As he walked to the back door, his favorite subject was leaning there, with a huge smile. "Hello Gino," Dave said, as he approached. Gino admired the faded jeans and the tight t-shirt. He took full note of the muscles hiding beneath. "Hey Dave," Gino answered, pulling the keys from his pocket, unlocking the metal door. "You have a huge grin today, what's up?" Now Gino had a pretty good idea why Dave was smiling from ear to ear, but was curious to see if he would tell him the real reason why. "I had a good night," Dave said with a sly grin. "I have to tell you all about it..." *** The afternoon passed quickly, and Mickey never stepped foot in the club. All the girls had arrived and Gino was busy working his magic on all of them, preparing them for the Friday night crowd. Dave was busy stocking the bar, getting it ready to handle the horny patrons, when Virginia walked by. A glass slid from his hands as the Bada-Boom goddess strutted by, wearing a miniskirt that barely covered her mound. The 5-inch black heels clicked on the wood floor clearly, as the music had yet to start up. The falling glass finally hit the ground, shattering, making everyone in the room stare in his direction, even Virginia. Dave suddenly realized he was the center of attention, turning bright red, and sliding down behind the bar out of view. Everyone smiled, knowing full well the cause of the accident. The tight halter-top Virginia wore was clearly the reason. Evelyn stepped out from the dressing room, followed by her personal magician. She looked fantastic once again, her tits standing out proud, her ass hidden behind the tight black Police pants. Her handcuffs jingled as she passed through the stage door, out into the main room. Dave had overcome his embarrassment and was once again standing at attention behind the bar. "Evelyn," Dave said, "you look fantastic!" "Don't I?" she said back, in a breathy tone, "I owe it all to this guy." Gino stepped out from the doorway, only to be kissed on the cheek by the buxom blond. Dave admired the round ass as it stuck out as she leaned over to plant her lips on Gino. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed, but unlike Dave, he had nowhere to hide. Saving him from further 'torture' was the arrival of Virginia back in the room. "Gino! Where are you!" she yelled, only a towel wrapped around her body. "I won't look this good forever, I need you in here to help me!" Gino turned and smiled at his savior. Virginia turned in a playful huff, and headed back to the dressing room. Before following the mistress of the Boom, Gino headed over to the bar, where the bartender was holding out a wet rag to get the lipstick of his already red cheek. "Here," Dave said, as Gino took the cloth and wiped his face. "You sure do good work Gino." "Thanks," Gino said with pride, glad that someone appreciated his work, for the talent, and not just the look it provided. "I guess Virginia's right, looks don't last forever." Dave's face showed a level of disappointment in that fact. "It's a shame they can't look that good forever, without you, of course." Gino smiled incredulously. What he heard from Dave's lips was music to his ears. He knew he could make a woman look forever young, but he also knew he could be that woman that looked forever young. His penis stirred as the thoughts of last night once again raced through his head. He had to press his body against the bar to hide his excitement. "Gino! Get in here!" *** By nine-thirty the joint was packed, yet still no sign of Mickey. Virginia had just gotten off stage; the few strings that still adorned her body looked like vines, the leaves being the bills stuffed all over. She raced into the dressing room, hoping to see her man, but he wasn't there. Dejectedly, she sat down at the mirrored table, dully pulling the money from her vines. Gino watched as the pride of the Bada-Boom had left the stage, and realized he forgot to tell her about Mickey. Making his way through the roaring crowd as he watched his prize creation arrest another drunken customer on stage, he finally made the stage door, and went into the back hall. The beat of the music was muffled in the back, it could be heard, but one could hear other things as well. He gently rapped on Virginia's door. "Come in," Virginia said, with little fanfare. She was nursing a beer a Gino entered, sticking his head slowly in first. He watched as her eyes brightened, hoping it was Mickey, then dim as she realized it was only he. "Oh, it's you." Gino entered, his arms out from his sides, giving the "what do mean, 'Oh it's you' look." He walked up to her, placing his hands on her shoulders as she faced the mirror. He began to massage her tired neck. "Virginia, I forgot to tell you, Mickey called me today." Immediately she perked up, looking up at Gino in the mirror as he stood behind her. "He said that he'll contact you tonight, he was sorry." The dancer regained her composure, sitting up straight, glad not to have been forgotten. She ran her manicured fingertips through her hair like combs, pulling it away from her once again happy face. "Did he say when?" "Well, no, but he said he would." Gino debated whether to say that he thought Mickey might be in some kind of trouble, but if he was wrong, he didn't want Virginia to worry for nothing. He smiled at her as she shrugged her shoulders, standing and walking over to her closet. "If you'll excuse me, I have another session in an hour, and I'd like to get some rest before hand. Would you be a dear and get me a glass of bourbon?" She said, her big lips in a big pout, batting her lovely lashes. How could he say no? He shook his head 'no' but they both knew he would be back in a minute with a full glass. He stepped into the hallway again, closing the door behind him. The music grew louder once again as he said to himself, "I have to remember that pout, it may come in handy some day." Gino made his way across the bar, right to his favorite bartender. "Dave," he called out above the music, "I need a bourbon." Dave nodded, knowing exactly whom it was for. Dave smiled as he thought again about his encounter last night, as did Gino. He got disappointed, as he knew Friday nights go later than during the week, meeting her tonight would probably be very unlikely. As Gino watched Dave bend over to get a new bottle from below the bar, he noticed a plateful of saut?ed shrimp on the back bar, within reach. As he watched his desire pour a drink, his fingers stole a prawn from the plate. Dave turned just as the shrimp entered Gino's mouth. Gino's eyes went wide as he was caught, only to have Dave smile at him. He handed the thief a napkin. "So? How's it taste?" asked the bartender. Gino's mouth remained closed as he chewed, but his eyes gave Dave the answer he sought. Finally, he swallowed his food, taking the napkin from the outstretched hand. "Damn, that was delicious!" he said, verbally reiterating what his eyes had already said. "Is that your own recipe?" "Yep," Dave answered proudly. "One of the offerings for the restaurant I want to open someday." He said it with an air of doubt, the doubt that he would never have enough money to do so. Gino could see the doubt in Dave's expression, consoling him with his words, "Someday you will, trust me. With recipes like that, you are guaranteed to be successful!" Dave smiled back, glad someone believed in him. "Thanks Gino, at least you think it can happen, no one else believes in me." Gino stared right into Dave's eyes, seemingly forever, only to have the magical moment broken up by a buxom blond waitress. "Dave! Two Heinekens!" she screamed above the music, Gino and Dave only realizing it was so loud again. Dave broke off his gaze from his friend and grabbed two familiar green bottles and popped the tops. He handed them to the server, who placed them on her tray and walked off, her ultra short skirt swishing side to side over her tight hips. Dave's gaze was no affixed to the girl's ass, and Gino wanted it back his way. "Hey Dave," he started, regaining the man's attention, "What happened last night? Virginia keeps talking about you." He knew this was dangerous territory, but he wanted to see if Dave would tell him anything about their encounter last night. Dave beamed a smile, knowing that what he did was wonderful and wrong, at least if Mickey found out. "Well," he started, looking around to make sure no one else could hear, "We got together last night at my place." He bounced his eyebrows a few times, a sly grin still on his face. Gino said nothing, other than speaking with his eyes once more. Dave continued. "We, well, got intimate," he blushed slightly. "Good for you!" Gino congratulated, ecstatic that he had such a good time, and was able to convince his friend that he was a she. "But you know what?" Dave said, leaning in closer to the smaller man on the other side of the bar, "ever since this afternoon, I can't shake what was said earlier." Gino tilted his head, not sure what his friend was talking about. Dave went on, "You know, that beauty doesn't last forever...Virginia beautiful, and sexy as hell, but what I really want is a strong, supportive relationship, you know what I mean?" Gino could see Dave's moral dilemma, and a perfect question popped into his head that would affect everything that could happen between them, "Dave, if you could have that kind of relationship, and have a woman that looked sexy as hell for as long as she lived, would you?" The bartender looked down, one eye squinting, his head cocked to that side, "Yea, like that is possible." Gino was ecstatic on the inside, his heart was overjoyed, and he knew that he could get Dave, if the situation presented itself. "Hey, you never know, wishes can come true sometimes, you'll see." He winked, and smiled, at his prey, as he grabbed the glass of bourbon. Dave just smiled, wishing that was true, as his friend turned and made his way into the back again. Neither them noticed two burly men enter and sit in the farthest back table. *** It was getting close to eleven when Virginia hit the stage again, the crowd having been whipped into a frenzy with Evelyn and her friends. She had not heard from her beloved Mickey, but was now too busy to worry about it. The lights hit her eyes, making it difficult to see anything but the first few rows. She never saw the men in the back, and she certainly didn't see when Mickey slid in. Mickey looked more like a nervous patron, than the owner of the place. Wearing a trench coat, and a pair of sunglasses, he looked like spy from a bad movie. He glanced around, never seeing Vito and Jimmy sitting in the dark. He looked up and stared at Virginia up on stage, pulling his glasses down onto the tip of his nose. He stared as the goddess wrapped her leg around the pole, twirling herself around, her breasts facing skyward, her hair flinging outward. Reality struck him again, pushing his glasses back up, he made his way to the bar. Dave was staring like every other male in the place, all except, Gino, Mickey, and the two guys in the shadows. A large head wearing sunglasses suddenly interrupted his view. His head pulled back as he blinked, startled by the view, until he realized who it was. "Mickey?" Dave asked, his head now craning in closer to the man incognito. "Hey Dave, I got something for ya'," Mickey said as he nodded. Dave was concerned that perhaps he had found out him and Virginia last night. He tentatively took the envelope from the discreet hand, concerned for his personal safety. "Get this to Virginia, will ya'? Now I want you to hand it to h