Johny And Lucy

JOHNY AND LUCY

Warning: This story is harsher than most of my others. Be advised.

Johnathan Polansky grew up in a mixed neighborhood in New York City. He grew up in the street gangs that are present in poorer, ethnic neighborhoods of New York. His father worked for a kingpin of the Italian underworld. When Johnathan was fifteen, his father was killed in a gang-related shooting. No one ever knew who had killed him, but Johnathan always believed it was one of the Polish underworld gangs. He believed they were upset because his father worked for the Italians.

After his father died, the leader of the Italian "association" his father had worked for took Johnathan in. The first thing Big Joe did was change Johnathan' name. He was now Johny Napoli. Everyone in the underworld knew he was Polish, but you didn't say anything to Big Joe. Big Joe wasn't the largest or most powerful gangster in New York, but they all knew he was the coldest and meanest of them.

Johny ran numbers and errands for Big Joe until he was nearly twenty. He graduated to more violent activities. He had started working out to keep himself busy after his father died, and by the time he was twenty, he was not a small man. He was too large to box, but Big Joe had him trained to use his head and his muscles. Big Joe always told him, "I have enough knuckleheads with big arms, but they are shit for brains. Remember to study and observe people and details. It will service you better than pumping iron all the time."

Johny took it to heart and obtained a GED. He hadn't been in high school for years. Big Joe encouraged him to take night school classes and apply himself. Johny didn't know what Big Joe had in mind, but Johny did. He wanted to have his own club. He liked the clubs, both the nightclubs and the strip clubs. He wanted to own one someday.

By night he was in class, but by day he was breaking arms and busting up stores.

By twenty-three, he had a degree and had punished enough people to draw the attention of the authorities. Big Joe took him out of the enforcement business and put him in a small club. It was here he flourished. He had a knack with people and vowed not to hit people again unless absolutely necessary.

His was more nightclub than strip club, but he did have a small area in the back with strippers. He watched over his girls, but if they did things for extra money, he would just look the other way.

For the next few years, he advanced in Big Joe's world. He added another club. This was just a large strip club. He had several girls working for him. These were working girls. They knew why they were there. Johny was different than most of the other club owners. He never threatened or hit his girls. He paid them and told them they could leave if they wished, and he would help them. He knew there were more girls coming to New York than he could ever use. Besides, since he didn't hurt or threaten them, they stayed with him. He paid them because he wasn't greedy and didn't want to spend time training new, raw recruits. His studies had told him that a stable business was more successful, and less likely to fall apart.

Customers came because they knew the same girls would be there and wouldn't be out because of "health" issues. They liked that the girl's eyes weren't filled with fear when she was with them.

Lucy Arthur's mother was from the Italian neighborhood. But she had married a southern white boy who was a truckdriver. He had no connection to the neighborhoods in the city and had a difficult time in most of the ethnic neighborhoods. He took to drinking and began beating his wife. By the time Lucy was fifteen, he was assaulting her also every time he got drunk. When she got pregnant, her mother threw her out for fear of her husband. Lucy went to see one of her best friends in school. Even though Johnathan wasn't in high school long, they had been friends since early school. Johny took her in and asked her what she wanted to do with the baby. When she said she wanted it, he had her move in with one of the older girls who was considering leaving the business. Johny let her quit the business if she took care of Lucy and her baby. She agreed and Lucy moved in.

The little baby girl was born in the normal time. Lucy named her Amy and years passed.

Lucy started dating again a year later and got a job to take care of her daughter. It didn't go well. She always found a man taken to drink and violence. Each one would start out sweet until he got drunk and beat her. She would take it until she was in hospital, or he got bored and moved on to his next conquest. A couple of times, Lucy's roommate had called Johny because of the severity of the beatings. Each of those times ended with the offending party disappearing from the streets of New York. Then she would move on to the next.

By the time Amy was fifteen and Lucy was thirty-five, Lucy was totally disillusioned and tired of life. Her daughter was the only joy in her life.

The event that changed Lucy's life forever was Amy's misfortune. Her father had reappeared and demanded to see her. He was now employed by a Russian mob and was an even more violent and angry man. When she went with him, he never returned her. He finally told Lucy that she was staying with him.

Lucy had no idea what to do. The only man she knew that was connected to that life was Johny. She ran to Johny.

She explained what had happened to Johny. She then said, "Please, Johny, please help Amy. I don't care about myself, but she is just a young girl. I can't sleep nights knowing what he did to me. I know he will do the same to her. Please rescue her."

Johny knew he had a problem. All the gangs, even Big Joe co-operated with the Russians. They were ruthless and had no fear. Everyone avoided them if at all possible. Now, she wants him to attack them.

"You know what you're asking. War with the Russians would be a bloodbath. As much as I love Amy, I'm not sure I could pull it off."

Lucy was on the floor crying and begging. "Please, Johny, I will do whatever you ask if you rescue her. Please!"

Johny sighed, "Give me his name and I will check with my boys."

Lucy gave him her father's name and hugged him until he had to remove her from himself.

Johny went to see Big Joe. He explained to Big Joe the details."

Big Joe swore in Italian. Then he said, "Johny, do you know what that would do to my entire family? I can't risk everyone for you."

"I understand. I have his name. If you could find him for me, I will see what I can do to rescue her myself."

"You must love this girl."

"She is my goddaughter. I have been there since her birth. I will try to rescue her and keep you out of it." He gave Big Joe the name and left.

Two days later, Big Joe gave Johny the address where he could find the father. He wasn't sure about the daughter.

Big Joe also had other news. Turned out this man was a new recruit that the Russians weren't that thrilled with.

Johny thanked Big Joe and went to look at the neighborhood where this man was hiding. It was an old warehouse neighborhood. There was an old, rundown apartment building shoehorned between two warehouses. It didn't look like many people still lived there, but it was the address Big Joe had given him.

Johny went back to the club and called a couple of his boys to his office. He explained he was going to rescue his goddaughter and asked if they would go with him. He couldn't order anyone to attack a Russian safe house.

He ended up with four volunteers. They parked down the street and watched for an hour. Nothing was moving, but there was some light coming from one window.

He sent two boys to the back and went to the front door with the other two. The front door wasn't locked, so they quietly crept inside. The hall lights were not working. He didn't know if it was because of neglecting the lightbulbs, or a more sinister reason. The apartment was on the second floor. They crept up the stairs. All was quiet. Within a few minutes they were standing in front of the door of his apartment. One of his men picked the lock. He must not be expecting company. It was easy to open and saw no resistance.

The three of them moved quietly into the room. The living room was dark and empty. Johny headed for what looked like the master bedroom. He counted to three and they burst into the room.

There was Amy and her father in bed. He was assaulting her as they entered. The shock of the noise stunned him, and he rolled over to see what had happened. When he was away from Amy, Johny shot him between the eyes. Amy was screaming. Johny went to that side of the bed and wrapped a blanket around her and held her until she stopped screaming. "Amy, I'm Johny, your godfather. You are okay now. We are getting you out of here. Can you gather your stuff?"

She finally calmed down enough to pack her bag, and she followed them down the stairs. The other two men were standing in the lobby. They reported no one was in the back. They were gone in fifteen minutes. They had not seen any other people in the building.

He stopped at Lucy's apartment. Lucy broke down when she saw Amy. Johny let them have their reunion, then told Lucy to pack some clothes. She and Amy would be staying with Johny for a while.

For the next week, everything was fine. Then, one early Tuesday morning, Johny was checking the books at the nightclub at 3 in the morning when he heard noises from the club. Before he could get to the door, men rushed into his office with guns drawn. It was led by Andre Tarasenko, one of the heads of the Russians in New York. Everyone froze.

Andre pointed his gun at Johny. "Well, Mr. Napoli, did you think you could hit me without consequences?"

"No, I didn't. I talked to Big Joe, and he advised me to leave it alone. He told me this man was on his way out with you, anyway, and if I waited you would dump him in the river for me. Unfortunately, I didn't have the time to wait."

"And what made a war with us so urgent?"

"That man had abducted his daughter from her mother. She is my goddaughter, and I knew what he would do. You see, her mother was raped by him and the daughter is the result. He was now going to rape her. I would not allow that."

"You are correct that he was already on the banks of the Hudson anyway. Why could you not wait a week?"

"Because he was raping her when we broke in. I was only going to take her and not kill him, but he left me no choice. That is why I left him there for you. I could have made him disappear, but I knew that would make you suspicious of everyone. I couldn't have Big Joe put in that position."

Andre looked at Johny for a couple of minutes. "So, where does that leave us?"

"Unfortunately for me, in your hands. You must do what you must do. My goddaughter is safe and protected."

Andre held his gun up and pointed it at Johny. He then turned slightly and shot one of Johny's men. Everybody was frozen with what was next when Andre put his gun in his holster. "One man for me, one man for you. Is that acceptable for you?"

Johny let out his breath very slowly. "Yes, sir. It is acceptable for me."

Andre called his men to back out and he said over his shoulder. "You don't want to see me again."

And they were gone. Everyone sat down and caught their breath. Bobby was a good man, but what was done was done. After a couple of minutes, they headed out into the club to see how many of Johnys men they had killed on their way in. Fortunately, they had only knocked them out and did not kill them. Johny knew then that Andre hadn't planned on killing him when he walked into his office. This must be the deal he had in mind when he came. Whatever, Johny was determined that Andre would never see him again.

The next morning, Johny told Lucy she could go home with her daughter. It was now safe for them.

Lucy collapsed in front of Johny and cried. "Johny, I can never repay you for life of my daughter. I owe you the rest of my life."

Johny helped her up, "No, Lucy. We have been friends our entire lives. I don't have many friends like you. Just stay safe and watch your daughter. That would be enough for me." Johny closed this chapter as he watched them walk out the door.

Johny had developed a routine with his clubs. Most nights, he would start with the nightclub and then finish at the strip club. When he was satisfied with the way everything was going, he would take one of the girls from the strip club home with him. It was understood by the girls that it was part of the deal with Johny, if he wanted you, you went. He had one favorite at the club. When he was ready to leave, he had to wait for her to be available or take one that was now available. The night Lucy went home, he was lucky and Cinnamin was there. She is a twenty-year-old black girl who had seen too much and been thru too much in her short life. She had been abused by another club, and Johny had heard about her, and he traded the other club for her. They sometimes did that when they needed fresh meat, and none had walked through the door recently. Once in his club, she realized she would not be mistreated. She would be paid and had health care. She was also told she could leave anytime she wished. The only condition was sleeping with the boss. Since she was already sleeping with half of New York, she was happy to add one more.

Johny couldn't shake the image of Lucy collapsed on the floor in front of him. It bothered him. He needed Cinnamin.

"Cinnamin, would you mind coming with me tonight?"

"No, boss. It would be my pleasure." She was happy. Now, all she had to do for the rest of the night was to fuck him to sleep and she would be left alone for the rest of the night.

Johny told Madam Coos that she was leaving with him. Madam Coos was responsible for the women in his club. Johny had no idea where she came from, but she was a mean old bitch, and no one would bother her girls. Johny knew he could trust her. Her girls loved her. She never threatened or hit them. That was Johny's order. But let one of the Johns get frisky with one of her girls, and she would break him in half. She didn't care if he was a cop or gang member, and everyone knew it. She had busted a man's skull years ago, and everyone left Madam Coos alone.

Johny and Cinnamin went to Johny's home. Thomas, Johny's butler, man servant, household boss, and everything domestic for Johny, let them in. "Good evening, sir. Did everything go well, tonight?"

Thomas took his and Cinnamin's coats and left them alone. "Would you like something to eat, dear?"

Cinnamin smiled. "That would be nice."

Johny found Thomas and asked him to bring sandwiches to Johny's suite upstairs. Johny had a three-room large suite that was half the upstairs. He had his master bedroom, his private office upstairs, and a small bedroom in case he wanted someone to stay over but not in his bed.

Thomas brought the food and a couple of beers. They sat and talked for nearly an hour. Johny liked talking to Cinnamin. She was smart, and very thankful that Johny had rescued her from the hell she was living in.

When she was done eating, she got up and sat down on Johny's lap. She kissed him gently. Johny closed his eyes and just held her for a couple of minutes. She was soft and very beautiful, in spite of the rough couple of years she had spent in New York before coming to Johny.

She finally stood up and began removing her clothes. When she was naked, she stood Johny up and began removing his clothes. When they were both naked, they headed for his bed.

Cinnamin pushed Johny down and crawled between his legs. She began what she knew was Johny's favorite of her skills. She could blow a dead man, he was sure. He let her continue until he came in her mouth. She calmly swallowed his issue and licked him clean. He then motioned for her to climb up to him. She crawled up his body until she was lying on him.

They lay still like that for several minutes. She didn't move or hurry. She knew the next step was his. If he wanted her to ride him, she would have to wait until he was back. If he wanted her to roll over and let him fuck her, he would tell her. After five or ten minutes, he was ready for round two and told her to roll over on her back. She did so and spread her legs for him. He pushed his finger into her to get her ready for him. He knew these women had tricks to get themselves ready, but he didn't want to take her for granted.

She was ready for him, and he entered her quickly. Cinnamin had tricks. One of them was the ability to fake a believable orgasm. It was dangerous for her to lose control of herself with a customer. She needed him to enjoy himself without getting angry. She also had tricks to speed up his orgasm. She could squeeze his dick with her vagina. It was only with Johny that she could relax and enjoy the intercourse. She closed her eyes and let him fuck her. Just before he came, she came. It was wonderful. She didn't get the chance very often, and it was nice. Johny knew she needed a real orgasm, and he was determined to make her enjoy coming to his bed. She would always end with an orgasm, and Johny never could tell if it was real or fake.

They lay together until they fell asleep.

His life continued for another three years. His clubs were doing well, and he was moving up in Big Joe's ranks. He rotated his girls through his bed regularly. When the morning came, Thomas would see to it they were taken home by the driver. The maid would help the woman get ready and give her something to eat, if they wanted something before they left.

Johny hadn't seen Lucy during those three years. Lucy had a small job that made her enough money to live on. Since Johny was paying the rent for her, Amy and Carol, the woman who Johny had agreed to pay the rent as long as she took care of the two women, it was easier for the three of them to survive. Lucy had no better luck in dating after Amy's rescue than she had before. After three more years of being beaten by drunken men and emotionally beaten down, she was at the bottom of her existence. Amy was the only thing that made her life bearable.

The day Lucy had been dreading for three years finally came. Amy graduated from high school and went off to college. She had a partial scholarship and Johny was contributing to her costs. Suddenly, the only reason for Lucy to live was gone. The depression deepened until she could barely get out of bed. It became so bad that Carol finally called Johny to let him know she was falling apart.

Johny came over to find her in bed. She looked like she hadn't slept in a week. Empty bottles were everywhere, and she looked like she hadn't taken a bath in a month.

Johny had a couple of his men pick her up and carry her to the car. He took her home and put her in a bedroom. He had Thomas watching over her as she detoxed from the alcohol. When she could get up, Johny had the maid push her into the shower and wash her clean.

Finally, a couple of days after she arrived, she came down the stairs to the kitchen. She still looked terrible, but she was alive. "What am I doing here?"

Johny answered. "We had to stage an intervention. You would have been dead in a few more days."

"What makes you think that wasn't the idea in the first place?"

"Amy would be crushed if you died."

"She'd get over it. She'd be better off if I was dead."

"Enough of that silly talk. You are staying with me for a while. That room will be your room until you get back on your feet. What about your job?"

"I haven't been there for a month. I guess I'm fired."

"I guess you are. So, there is no reason you can't stay here. I'll call Amy and let her know where you are."

Lucy ate something, probably for the first time in a week. She then went back upstairs to her room.

The maid watched over her until she recovered enough to come down and join them for the meals. After three days, the color returned to her cheeks, and she stayed out of her room for the entire day.