Sex As A Weapon

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The time was nearing the midnight hour on a clear night. A business meeting turned party had been taking place in a nice mansion located in a secluded suburb on the outskirts of the city. All sorts of fancy cars were parked in the cul de sac styled driveway ranging from Bentleys, Aston Martins, Ferraris, Rolls Royces, Lamborghinis, and the like…the least expensive car was a Mercedes Benz that was still fully packaged and worth a lot of money compared to the average non luxury automobile. Several guards in black suits stood on guard around the perimeter of the house; they were moderately armed in case of any hostile threats. Inside the large mansion in a centralized room about twenty Italian American men stood around drinking, smoking fine Cuban cigars, and laughing with one another…these men all belonged to one sect of the Scalini Family Mafia crime syndicate.

On this night instead of having their hands involved in all facets of organized crime they decided to take a break from their mob underworld activities and celebrate the birthday of their Caporegime; Michelangelo Rosso, better known as “Mickey The Ox.” Although Mickey wasn’t a blood born Scalini, he started in the Family as a muscle for hire hitman street thug associate. After proving himself loyal numerous times over the years, Godfather Don Marco Scalini “made” him and initiated him into the feared and respected Mafia organization as a soldier. Mickey continued to win the favor of the Don along with the other high ranking members of his crime family as well as went on to win the heart of the Godfather’s youngest daughter, marrying her and putting him in a much closer relationship with the Boss. Eventually the Capo that preceded him was killed via a car bombing several years back and he was the likely candidate that was given the new title of Capo in his sub-group.

Mickey started out continuing family business as usual, yet over time he began to blatantly break the Mafia codes and ethics…at first he would receive verbal warnings from the Underboss; Don Marco’s eldest nephew Anthony “Lucky Knuckles” Scalini, yet Don Marco would ignore the early offenses…of course this didn’t sit well with Lucky and an air of tension and animosity was created between the Underboss and his Capo. Over time Mickey became too comfortable with being pardoned by Don Marco and it gave him the impression that he could get away with breaking more rules within the strict mob code knowing that the head of the whole crime Family was his father in law. Notorious for his insatiable lust for women and sex, he even went as far as to have a marital affair with Lucky’s wife…thinking that his adulterous acts were discrete and trusting that Lucky’s wife would keep it to herself.

Several weeks ago an assassination attempt was made on Lucky…fortunately for him; he was able to avoid death. All signs of this attempt to take him out pointed to Mickey the Ox; even several of Mickey’s soldiers anonymously passed the word to Lucky that it was Mickey that put the hit out on him. Lucky went to his uncle after careful observation of Mickey and several of his closest soldiers over the next few weeks with actual photo evidence as well as confessions by some of the soldiers. This then made Don Marco take notice…he had come to the conclusion that Mickey had been taking his kindness for granted and decided that Mickey needed to be knocked down a peg.

Mickey, however, was completely oblivious to Lucky and Don Marcos’ plans for him. As far as he knew it Lucky confronted him and wanted to bury the bad blood between the two, as one of the Mafia rules is no fighting amongst Family members. Lucky was the one that threw the birthday party on this evening for Mickey…he had gotten the finest catering, the highest quality alcoholic beverages, authentic Cuban cigars, and the whole nine. Mickey had been enjoying himself for the whole night; at midnight there was a big champagne toast to ring in his birthday followed by a round of applause from all in attendance. After his applause, he gave an impromptu speech.

“Aw…geez. Thanks you’se guys…you really know how to make a fella feel special! And to Lucky, the host of this shindig, I’m glad that we could bury the hatchet between you and me…we’re family! There’s no need for us to be buttin’ heads with one another!”

“You said it ‘dere Mick!”

“And thank you again for everything. You did it real big with everything, Luck…there’s only one thing that we’re missing.”

“What’s that, Mick?”

“Broads, Lucky, broads….we need some dames in here in the worst way!!! It’s a fuckin’ Italian sausage fest in here! What’s a party without some chicks in tight clothing showing off some ankle?!? It’s my birthday…I wanna get my meat wet! You gonna make the birthday boy go home and fuck his wife, or what?!? I was hoping to make a stop at some sleazy motel with hourly rates before checking in with that cold fish! And she’s probably already in her jammies too…I can’t get a hard on for her with rollers in her hair and a mud mask on her face!!!”

“Hey hey hey….go easy on Cousin Maria!”

“Shit…that’s the problem; she’s too easy! I can nail that anytime I want to! Not sayin’ that she’s absolutely lousy in the sack, but I’m tired of eating the same meal every night…you know what I mean?”

“I’m serious…lay off of Maria.”

“Lighten up Lucky…geez! I’m just foolin’ around! Seriously, I love my wife! But we sure could use some eye candy for this little soiree…I’m tired of staring at all of your ugly mugs! I wanna see some jiggly titty balls!!!”

“You know what? You’re absolutely right Mick…you didn’t think that I’d just have a party and invite a bunch of hairy greasy dicks in suits to stand around and eat grapes and cheese, did ya? We had to get Family business out of the way first. Now, it’s about time for the live entertainment!!! Bring out the dame, boys!!!”

At that moment two of the soldiers present came through the doors pushing a large cake to the middle of the room where all of the men present began to circle around. Lucky grabbed the remote control to the stereo system as he briefed Mickey.

“Now, I know that Loretta Lickette is your favorite stripper and adult entertainer, but she was busy filming her latest skin flick and unfortunately we couldn’t book her. But, I spared no expense at getting us some fine entertainment for this evening; Gentlemen, get your dollars out and get ready to adjust your cocks in your pants to hide the bulge as I give to you…Poison!!!”

Lucky hit the music and knocked on the lower layer of the huge cake…the classic R and B song “Poison” by Bell, Biv, Devoe came on as a buxom red head popped out of the top of the cake. She was clad in nothing but a tiny string thong bikini bottom with rhinestones on the patch that covered her lower extremities as well as two tight belts adorned with metal studs that wrapped around her curvaceous classic Coke bottle-figured body; one around her plentiful bosoms barely hiding her nipples and areolas and one hugging her wide hips and thick, yet toned upper thighs. She also wore sheer see through mesh sleeves along with a pair of studded bracelets and fingerless gloves on each arm and hand. Oddly enough, she had a custom made Beretta 9mm pistol squeezed in between the belt around her breasts and her bust line as well as a butcher knife tucked underneath the belt that wrapped around her hips.

The woman was indeed very sexy and highly attractive, however there was something about her that was off…she was indeed pleasant on the eyes, yet not in the traditional sense. Her layered dark red hair was semi-short and neatly unkempt, as if she styled it messy on purpose…on each side of her face two red lines zigzagged from underneath her lower eyelids down her cheeks to her lower jaw. Her green eyes were dangerously hypnotic, yet there was a gleam of malice and sheer madness in them…as if she weren’t playing with a full deck. Her lips formed in a sexily sadistic smirk as she swayed and gyrated to the music; seductively mashing her large mammaries together as she mouthed the words to the song, which she clearly knew by heart. Her dancing was very much off beat and uncoordinated as she didn’t seem to have the savoir faire of a seasoned stripper, but the men didn’t care at all…they still hooted, hollered, and whistled at the sexy woman as they threw nothing less than $50 dollar bills at her for her efforts. Lucky looked over at Mickey, who was enthralled by his birthday entertainment as he nudged him with his elbow.

“Whaddaya say Mick? Hot stuff, eh?”

“Loretta Lickette can stick it!!! This broad ain’t the best dancer I’ve ever seen, but fuck it…she’s smokin’ hot!!! Where did you find her at…the Pink Taco at amateur night or somethin’?”

“Nah…she’s an old business acquaintance of the Boss. He recommended her….we flew her in from Angel Falls especially for you.”

“Ah…good ol’ pop…he’s got excellent tastes!!! You’re uncle’s the coolest pop-in-law a guy can have! You’se guys sprung and got me a broad from the big city! And I thought you hated me!”

“Water under the brigde, pisan! And don’t worry about her dancin’…she’ll do you, and that’s all that matters! The real show begins behind closed doors when she gives you your private dance!”

“Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about there!”

After that song ended, the song “Pour Some Sugar On Me” by the 80’s hair band Def Leopard immediately came on…Poison then climbed out of the cake with the help of two of the onlookers. She pushed all of the men out of her way as she sauntered her way over to Mickey…her long legs were covered in knee hi leather boots with stiletto heels and metal studs, which couldn’t be seen while she was standing inside of the cake. Once she got to Mickey, she proceeded to kick her act into full throttle; she whipped her hair, thrashed her hips, and pressed her body hard against Mickey’s…backing him up and then pushing him down into a chair. There she proceeded to straddle him and give him a lapdance as all of the other men watched as they cat called and leered at Poison while they cheered on their Capo, who was smiling ear to ear and thoroughly enjoying himself.

Once that song ended, Poison immediately got up and began to collect her tips from off of the floor. Mickey sat in his chair for a minute to catch his breath as he watched her bend over while she picked up all of the loose bills…he was on the verge of salivating as he put his hands in his pockets and adjusted his erect manhood in his pants while staring at her shapely posterior in the air as well as the voluptuous print of her blossom underneath her thong. Lucky snapped him out of his trance.

“Hey listen here Mick…my guts ain’t feelin’ too good right about now. I gotta go take a shit…I think I had too many shrimp cocktails or somethin’. You have fun with your gift there and I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Sure thing Luck. I might be a little busy with the red headed bird there, so if I’m not out here when you’re done…you know where I’ll be! Hope everything comes out alright for ya. And don’t forget to wipe!”

Lucky grabbed at his stomach as he excused himself from the festivities, briskly walking towards the bathroom. Mickey then got up, went and grabbed himself a bourbon and ginger ale from the bar, and approached Poison.

“Hey there sexy lady! That was some act you put on there!”

“It was all for you, birthday boy! I hope it got your juices flowing!”

“I’ll say. I’m harder than Chinese math right now!”

“And I’ve been told that I’m nuttier than squirrel shit…several times!!!”

“Whu…what?!!?”

“Oh nothing…tee hee!!!”

Poison’s remark threw Mickey off for a second…he scrunched up his forehead as he took another drink. He tried again to talk to the woman.

“Oooookay. So, I hear you’re from the bright lights and big city of Angel Falls.”

“Yuh huh…”

“Pretty nice there, eh? I’ve been there a few times…it’s just too many damn goody two-shoes flyin’ around in capes and spandex suits and shit for me…”

“I know!!!!!”

“…And most of the superhero babes and villain chicks have too many muscles for my personal tastes; I like my women nice and soft…just like you sugar tits!”

“They make it hard for a working class girl like me to do my job without some muscle bound bimbo that thinks she’s a hero to come around and stop me! And I don’t have any superpowers to defend myself with!”

“You get into scraps with the supers? I didn’t realize being a stripper was such a hazardous occupation! I see why you carry that gun and knife now.”

“You’d be surprised. And the gun and knife…meh, part of my act.”

“And I’ll say that you’ve got some superpowers or you know witchcraft or somthin'…you’re mesmerizing the hell out of me right now with those gorgeous green eyes of yours, not to mention that you have the body of a demon and you’re standing damn near naked only two feet away from me.”

“I’ll bet you say that to all of the girls.”

“Well, I do…but I always mean it every time I says it! I’m always frank and ernest with women…I’m Frank in Detroit and Ernest in New York! So…you only gonna dance to two songs?!!? I mean, you ain’t even fully naked yet…I’m feelin’ a little gyped here!”

“Oh that…that was just the sneak peak. Only you get to see the feature presentation! After all…you are the birthday boy!”

“Well shit…that’s all you had to say! Say toots, let’s go finish this little dialogue in the guest room over there. Grab you’se a drink and let’s scram…I’m getting tired of those clowns over there droolin’ over you while I’m talkin’ to ya. Plus, I think I’m ready to watch the rest of the show.”

“Are you sure? But the party’s out here…you don’t want for your nacho cheese fondue over there to get cold and uneatened, do you?”

“You see this bulge in my pants? Does it really look like I want some nacho cheese right now? You’re one strange bird, I’ll tell you that! C’mon doll…we’ll have our own party in the room there, fuck those goombas! They can circle jerk each other out here and fantasize about you while we’re doin’ our thing in there! Now let’s go before my nuts turn bluer than this navy blue suit that I’m wearin’!!!”

“Well…alright! But first let me grab my cake.”

“Whaddaya need your cake for? Who needs a large novelty cake when you got Italian sausage here, sweetheart?!?”

“It’s part of my act…trust me, you’ll get a bang out of this! I like it rough and I’ve got a few toys that I wanna show you!”

“Fuck yeah!!! I likes a nasty broad!!!”

Poison then grabbed Mickey by his stiff member and pulled him extremely close to her.

“Baby…I’m as nasty as they come. Vanity 6 ain’t got shit on me! Trust me, we’re gonna do some nasty nasty stuff…I’ll have you screaming for mercy!”

“Who in the fuck is Vanity 6? You know what, faggitaboutit…Get your shit and let’s get a move on! Make me scream, eh? I ain’t ever been in a piece of puss that made me scream like a little bitch! I got somethin’ for that sweet ass of yours! Hey, you fuckheads…make yourselves useful and help the lady with her belongings!”

Poison turned to go get her giant cake…as she walked away Mickey licked the palm of his hand and with great force smacked Poison’s bare right butt cheek, causing the other men in the room to pause momentarily to see what the loud noise was as well as causing Poison to squeek really loudly…a large red hand print was left where her bottom was spanked. Mickey watched her walk over to her cake as he took the rest of his drink to the head, then made his way towards a guest bedroom a bit down the hall.

Mickey made his way in the lavish guest bedroom where he quickly took off his suit jacket, tie, and cufflinks. He rolled his sleeves up as he watched two of his men push Poison’s cake into the room, which Poison had climbed back into. She was singing nonsensical “La La La’s” with an unopened bottle of champange and two glasses in her hands…once the men got her in the room, she handed the bottle of wine as well as the glasses to them and they put them on a counter top. She then climbed out of the cake and perched from its highest point as she then jumped onto Mickey…he instinctively caught her at the last second. Being that Poison wasn’t a petite woman, her momentum caused Mickey to stumble backwards onto the bed…Poison began to grind her pelvis again Mickey’s as she slowly ran her tongue up the side of his face. Mickey looked over and saw the two men still standing and watching as Poison nibbled on his earlobe.

“Hey…show’s over for you two clowns! Go and eat some of that Nacho cheese or somethin’…call up the whore house and have them send over some broads for the rest of ya’s! Me and Miss Poison here have some business to take care of.”

“Sure thing, boss!”

“Aw shit…not the ear! That tickles!!!”

The two men snickered with one another as they exited the room and shut the door behind them. Poison then kicked into full throttle as she then ripped Mickey’s shirt apart, causing a few buttons to fly. Mickey protested.

“Whoa whoa whoa…easy there doll face! This is a $500 dollar shirt!”

“Fuck your shirt! I told you…I like it rough!”

Before Mickey could say anything else, Poison grabbed him by the head and kissed him hard on the lips. Although she was being rather aggressive, Mickey actually was very aroused at Poison’s vigor. She began to grind harder and faster against Mickey as the dry humping had appeared to turn her on…her breaths got heavier and heavier as Mickey’s hands began to explore Poison’s soft and supple body. He placed his hand on one of the knots which held her bikini on her hips as he attempted to untie said knot…Poison smacked his hand away, then pinned his shoulders down to the mattress with her arms fully extended.

“Un uh uh!!!! No touchy for you!!!”

“Damn baby…you’re pretty fuckin’ strong! C’mon…enough with the foreplay; let’s fuck!”

“Not just yet…there’s more to the show!”

“Fuck the show! C’mon…you gonna tease the birthday boy like this?”

“Sure am. Don’t worry…the good part’s coming right up.”

Poison went back to kissing him, starting at his lips, working down his neck, to his chest, his stomach, then stopping at the waist of his pants. She unfastened his pants and pulled out his hard penis as she plucked it with her finger. She stared at him as she teased him yet some more.

“Bingo…this must be that Italian Sausage that you spoke of!”

“You know it! My ma and pa’s secret homemade recipe by way of Florence! So you gonna put it in your mouth or what?”

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth alright….but first, I’m gonna get a drink!”

“Huh?!!? Ah c’mon….you’re killin’ me here!!!”

A look of utter frustration decorated Mickey’s face as Poison jumped up from the bed as if nothing happened. She meandered over to the counter where the bottle of champange was located. She attempted to open the bottle, yet it appeared that she was having some difficulty…after trying for a minute or two, Mickey inquired.

“What’s takin’ so long…are you gonna drink that whole bottle by yourself?”

“No…I can’t get this cork to come off; it’s stuck! Can you come help me get it off?”

“Aw, c’mon…do you really need a drink? I’m losin’ wood here!”

“Well…I guess not.”

Poison somewhat pouted as she slowly put the bottle of champagne back on the counter. Mickey sighed as he got up off of the bed…with his member still exposed he let his pants fall to the floor still around his ankles as he literally waddled over to where Poison was standing. As he approached closer to where she stood, Poison quickly turned around with the neck of the bottle in her hand as she swung it with great force; the bottle shattered into many pieces and champagne spilled everywhere as it crashed hard against the side of Mickey’s head, knocking him unconscious.

A sharp pain in Mickey’s face woke him out of his slumber…once again he was straddled by Poison, yet he had been drawn and quartered on the bed as his arms and legs were spread apart and tied to different bedposts. A sadistic smile decorated her face as she proceeded to decorate Mickey’s…more searing pain shot through his face as Poison took the knife that was on her waist and proceeded to carve two of her trademark “Poison Lines” into the face of the gangster. Mickey screamed to the top of his lungs in agony as Poison laughed.

“I told you that I would make you scream!!!! Are you having fun yet, birthday boy?”

“You’re fuckin’ crazy bitch! “

“Yeah, I know. I tried to tell you that when you first approached me, horny boy!”

“Bitch, do you know who I am? I’ll fuckin’ have both of your tits and ass cheeks chopped off and buried in four different states!!! Let me go!!!”

“I don’t think I can do that…matter of fact, I don’t wanna do that!”

Poison made two more “Poison Lines” on the other side of Mickey’s face. Mickey was as tough as they came, however the pain coupled with fear of the volatile woman that he thought was a run of the mill stripper had caused him to shed tears.

“You ain’t no stripper, are you?”

“Nope.”

“You’se an assassin, ain’t cha?”

“Yep.”

“It was Lucky, wasn’t it? He hired you to off me, didn’t he?”

“Well…see, that’s a complicated answer. He kinda did hire me, buuuuuuut…so did the Big Boss himself!”

“Well…whatever they’re paying ya I’ll double it; no, triple it!!!”

“Let me think….nah. I don’t think you even have that much money. Plus, it was nice to make a little bit extra tip money in the other room with your underlings!”

Just then from out of two separate hiding places within the room both Lucky Knuckles and Don Marco revealed himself. Don Marco spoke first.

“Hellena my dear…so good to see you again! You’re looking as exquisite and sadistic as ever. How was your trip from Angel Falls.”

“Just peachy! I had fun in the limo on the way here…it was so comfy!!! I even made a fort out of the seat cushions!”

“Um, yeah…glad you enjoyed traveling in style.”

Mickey nervously interrupted.

“Pop…what the fucks goin’ on here?!!? Whyddaya put a hit out on me?!!? I’m your fuckin’ son in law!!!”

Don Marco coldly answered.

“You’re no son of mine…you’re a disgrace to the Scalini family name!”

Lucky interjected.

“I’ll tell you why, Mick. It ain’t just because you’ve been blatantly breakin’ our code. Nah…it ain’t even because you put the hit on me to have me killed so that you could take my spot as Underboss. Nah…it ain’t even because you fucked my wife…that dirty whore!!! Yeah, I’ve known about that for quite some time now…Mitzi ain’t too good when it comes to keepin’ secrets. But fuck her and fuck you…You really wanna know why? It’s because all of that, plus how you treat cousin Maria like dirt!!!”

Don Marco added his two cents.

“How dare you lay there and call me ‘Pop’ after the way you treat my baby daughter…the apple of my eye…the one person on this Earth that could beg me to do something or not to do something…and treat her like she’s some $2 dollar hooker?!!?”

Lucky angrily jumped back in.

“And you fucked my wife!!!! C’mon Mick…you know that’s one of the most important Mafia rules; no adultery with the wives of other family members!!! You could’ve done anything…hell, you could’ve killed me in that hit and that would’ve been better than you having an affair with my wife! I mean sure, I’m out commitin’ adultery too fuckin’ other broads that ain’t my wife; that’s why I ain’t so mad about it…but I would never fuck anyone’s broad that’s in the family!!!!”

Don Marco retorted.

“To you, my Nephew, I apologize for stepping on your when it came to this dirty goomba and how I let him off the hook so many times for his blatant showing of disrespect.”

“It’s nothin’ unk! I’m about to get my retribution for all of this.”

“To think I trusted you with family business!!! I’ll be damned if I let you drag the Scalini name down any longer. Your dick has gotten you in trouble for the last time!”

Mickey tried to plead his case, yet it was too late as both Don Marco and Lucky turned away from Mickey.

“Don Marco…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…please, not this way!!! I’ll do better…I promise! I’ll take Maria wherever she wants to go…Paris, Jamaica, Cancun…I’ll buy her the finest jewelry and the most expensive cars and clothes…Don Marco!!! Please don’t kill me!!!”

Don Marco had a brief word.

“Poison…”

With that utterance, Poison took her knife, grabbed Mickey’s penis, and proceeded to sever it from the rest of his body. Mickey’s screams sent chills up the spines of both mob bosses…Lucky ran for the door as he nearly vomited at the thought of what was happening behind his back. Mickey’s voice quickly turned horse from his blood curdling yells; Poison had enough of his whimpering as she silenced him by taking the severed penis and shoved deep in his own mouth, causing him to gag and choke on his own appendage. She then finished the job by pulling out the 9mm Berretta that rested between her breasts and shot Mickey in both shoulders, both kneecaps, the heart, the stomach 3 times, and then finished with a shot between the eyes all less than 15 seconds. Don Marco went for the exit without even turning around…he then stopped at the door to address Poison again.

“Come with me, my dear…I’ve got your payment all ready. Leave the gun and knife for disposal…the boys will handle it from here.”

“Okie dokey!!! Money money money money!!!”

Four mob soldiers entered the room before Poison walked out…one of them held a chainsaw in his hands. Poison’s eyes grew wide as she exclaimed.

“Oh shit!!! You mafia folk sure are violent!!! And I thought I was bad…which I am! Oh well…money money money money!!!!”

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“This is Ch. 4 News, I’m Ted Youmans. Our top story of the morning is that notorious Mafia Caporegime Michelangelo Rosso, also known as ‘Mickey The Ox,’ was found dead early this morning Upstate. His body was found in an oversized novelty birthday cake dismembered with multiple gunshot wounds to various parts of his body as well as two parallel elongated knife slashes down both sides of his face. Ironicallly, today was his 42nd birthday…”

The next morning, back in Angel Falls, Poison’s roommate and fellow assassin Rin Ikazuchi had not too long ago woken up. She had made herself a hot cup of Oolong Tea as she watched the morning news while still in her night clothes. Poison had entered their home, wearing a long trenchcoat and holding a nice leather briefcase. She then shed the coat as she saw the story about the very same man that she assassinated several hours earlier…Rin gave a confused look as Poison was still dressed in the highly revealing ‘disguise’ that she wore at the mob party.

“Hey Rinny!”

“I’m not even going to ask.”

“No, it’s not what you think…it was for a gig, the very same gig that they’re talking about on the news right there! I killed Mickey The Ox…I didn’t cut him up to pieces though; they did that! Well, I did lop off his tally whacker and shoved it down his throat!"

"Since when did you become Lorena Bobbitt and start cutting off your male victim's privates?"

"When I accepted the contract, Don Marco said that part of the job was to remove his tally whacker and make him suck his own penis...he said something of it being a symbolic death to send a message or something. I don't know...those mob guys are ruthless! Besides, I'm always up for trying new ways to torture folks!

Remember that party that you did last year when you murked Young Pistolsmoke at his party and you had to wear that sexy ass bikini? This job was pretty much the same deal but instead of a bunch of rappers, thugs, and other chicks in bikinis it was a bunch of mobsters!”

“But at least my job was at a pool party where I didn’t look out of place. You went to a birthday party thrown by the Mafia somewhere upstate, but you look like you just got off of a pole somewhere!”

“I was supposed to be a stripper! I didn’t get on any poles, but I did pop out of that cake and maybe gave a lapdance or two! And maybe I am in the wrong line of work because not only did I get the money for the kill, but when I was dancing all of the other mobsters threw money at me…and I’m not talking about ones and fives! I made an extra $3000 dollars just dancing to two songs!”

“Oh my goodness…please don’t get any bright ideas!”

“Maybe you and I could be a duo act…we work well as a team when it comes to assassinations; I’ll bet that we could kick ass on stage in a strip club too! You were pretty smokin’ in that bikini…I don’t know why you don’t wear it anymore!”

“Because, I don’t like for my butt cheeks to be visible for everyone to see; obviously you don’t mind that so much! And I’ll pass on your idea of us being a duo of strippers…how degrading!”

“Come on, Rin! Let’s get jobs as strippers!”

“No. That’s my final answer.”

“Eh…you’re no fun!”

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Cast of Characters
-Hellena "Poison" Haze and Rin Ikazuchi both created by and belong to

-Michelangelo "Mickey The Ox" Rosso, Anthony "Lucky Knuckles" Scalini, and Don Marco Scalini all created by specifically for this story.

A story.
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Alrighty...that was rather violent and crude, eh? Well, what else do you expect from a story that involves a psychopathic sadistic assassin and the Mafia? This is my (belated ) birthday gift to my good buddy featuring a pic and story of his hot yet insane assassin babe, Poison. The pic was of course fun to draw/color...especially the blood splatters! Those are courtesy of some brushes that I downloaded from somewhere on DA to PS.

As for the story...I had to do a little research when it came to the mafia. I'll admit...I've NEVER seen any of the classic mob flicks all the way through (Any of the Godfathers, Good Fellas, etc) so I didn't know a whole lot about Mafia life and such...I went to Wikipedia and found out a lot of interesting stuff. I tried to implement that in the story. (Mickey's adulterating with Lucky's wife, Mickey's symbolic death, the Mafia code, etc) I also tried to emulate how Italian American mobsters talk...every time I have seen glimpses of how they talk and it's usually laden with lots of profanity and slang. So just like last year's story with Rin, if something looks grammatically off in the dialogue, it's probably meant to be that way.

As for Poison herself, I sure hope that I captured her deranged, psychotic nature well. I tried a few things to make her come off as functional, yet still loony and not quite there. I also played a little bit with her sexuality...why not use your "assets" to lure in your kill?

I sure hope that my buddy enjoys this pic/story combo! For those of you that might have missed it, here's the story from last year involving Rin, which I actually made reference to at the end of this story!