The Plan

by Apryl Summers

  “Oh, really?” I said. “Did you tell her you loved her on your first date?”

  “No, I never got a chance,” he replied.

  “What happened?” I asked.

  “She died,” Harvey said, lowering his head.

  I could not hold it in. I dropped my head, leaned forward and hurled the contents of my stomach, all of that lovely food, onto the floor of the limousine.

  “David, pull over!” he shouted. “Pull over.”

  I cannot believe I just did that!

  I rushed out of the vehicle to get some fresh air. David had the unpleasant job of removing my dinner from the floor. I was so embarrassed. Harvey apologized repeatedly.

  At the brothel, I went straight to my car and Harvey left. I drove off the lot and pulled over about a block down the road. Rick pulled up beside me. I almost forgot he was following me. I rolled down my window.

  “Hey, are you alright?” he asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “What happened in the limousine?”

  “I threw up,” I said. My emotions took over and I started laughing uncontrollably.

  “You threw up?”

  I could not stop laughing, which made Rick laugh too. After a minute or two, I regrouped and we left for the hotel. On my way to the elevator, two men, dressed in black suits and black shoes, wearing white shirts and black ties jumped out from behind a black Suburban. They startled me to death. I jumped back in a panic and screamed for Rick.

  Like from a clip from Men in Black, the two men immediately reached into their coats, but before they could retrieve their guns, Rick burst on the scene. He pointed his 9mm at the men and shouted, “Show me your hands!”

  6

  The Con

  I said, “Show me your hands!” Rick shouted at the two men dressed in black. The men pulled their hands from their coats and lifted both them high into the air. Still pointing his gun in their direction, Rick walked up to them until he was standing next to me. Without turning his head or taking his eyes of the men, he asked me, “Are you alright Kelly?”

  “Kelly?” one of the men said.

  “Shut up,” Rick insisted, taking control of the situation. I had no clue who these men were, but I was sure Harvey had something to do with it.

  “Did you call her Kelly?” the man repeated.

  “I thought I told you to shut up,” Rick reinforced.

  “Listen, bud, I would really appreciate it if you would lower your gun,” the man in black requested.

  “And, why would I do that?” Rick asked.

  “Well, for starters, I’m a Federal officer of the Bureau of Investigations and if you shoot me, you’re looking at a long stay in prison.”

  “Really?” Rick said.

  “They look like those guys on Men in Black,” I said. Rick looked at me funny and then turned back to stare at the two men. “You know, the movie, Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones . . . Men in Black,” I declared.

  “I haven’t seen it yet,” Rick said, still pointing his 9mm at them.

  “You haven’t seen it yet?”

  “It just came out in the theaters.”

  “Can you two give it a break?” the man said. “This isn’t the Roger Ebert and Gene Siskel show and I’m not waiting for the “Two Thumbs Up” sign to rate a movie.”

  His sarcasm got our attention.

  “What’s your name?” the man claiming to be an FBI agent said.

  “Don’t worry about her name,” Rick replied.

  “I’m talking to you, sir,” he said forcefully.

  “Rick.”

  “Okay, Rick, my name is Robert Morrison and this is Larry Pollard. I’m a FBI agent and Larry is a SEC representative. We are here on official business and we want to speak to Cindy West.”

  “Well, whoever you are, she’s not Cindy West,” Rick said.

  “What official business?” I asked.

  “That’s confidential information,” agent Robert replied. “Rick, I’m going to open my jacket and retrieve my badge. Don’t do anything stupid now.” He slowly stretched down, unbuttoned his jacket, reached into his pocket and retrieved his badge. He opened the black wallet and exposed a shiny badge. Without looking, he quoted his badge number aloud.

  Rick lowered his gun. Robert and Larry walked over to us and showed their badges. Rick said he was a former Nevada State Trooper, now a Private Investigator, and was acting as a security guard for my protection. After a few minutes of conversation, the three of them became acquainted, exchanging names and information, they knew different individuals serving on various task and police forces. The hostile atmosphere changed quickly.

  Rick continued to gain their trust and found out that they were in Las Vegas investigating Harvey for fraud and SEC violations. When I heard them mention, “Harvey Goldman,” I knew why they were looking for me, but apparently they didn’t know I had changed my name.

  “I’m Cindy West, or least I was. I changed my name a few months ago to Kelly Lee.”

  When I hired Rick, I did not give him all the details about my situation. I only told him what he needed to know. Now that I revealed my former name and FBI and SEC agents were here to question me, I had no choice but to include Rick as to what was really going on so he could better protect me.

  The four of us went up to my hotel room to discuss the matter further. Robert explained that he and Larry had been assigned to investigate Harvey. As it turned out, Penny gave copies of the documents to a co-worker with instructions that if anything happened, her friend was to mail it to the Security Exchange Commission.

  After they received the documentation, the FBI got involved. Larry explained that even though the files verified that Harvey and Legacy Investments Inc. were participating in fraudulent investment scams, because Penny stole them the documents are inadmissible in court.

  The FBI assigned an undercover agent posing as an employee at Legacy Investments. The investigation was ongoing until they found sufficient evidence, and then a search warrant would follow. Until then, they were gathering as much information as possible to build their case against Harvey and his company.

  Our dialogue continued and I gave them Alex and Mr. Watkins’ contact information, explaining that they had information as well. I told them about my sister and her death. They were understanding and sympathetic, but said it was out of their jurisdiction, but they would look into it and see what they could do.

  They wanted to know why I was in Las Vegas and why I was in contact with Harvey. I debated what to say, knowing that if I told them the truth, I would have to expose my plan. I used my sister’s death as an excuse to explain my actions. Looking for a new life was my reason for coming to Las Vegas and as for Harvey, I simply said, “You know more about him than I do,” avoiding the topic all together. After all, they were investigating him for fraud, but I was after my sister’s murderer.

  Larry said they could use my help. When I questioned him, he offered information about Harvey’s wild trips to Vegas, which I already knew about. They wanted to lure Harvey into a sting in order to convict him for his illegal SEC transactions. I wanted to know how I could help. They named the hotels, bars and clubs that Harvey visited. They affirmed that he was a hustler and loved women. They wanted me to try to get close him, to see if I could play him and gain his trust; they would do the rest. I agreed to help.

  ***

  The next morning Elaine called me wanting to know what happened with Harvey and why I did not fill out my time card. When I filled out the employee contract, the options for payment were every night or at the end of the week. To receive daily payment, I had to report each night. That was the agreement.

  Elaine was sympathetic when I explained how sick I was in the limousine.

  “I hope you didn’t get food poisoning like Janine.”

  Once she heard my tale, she said there was no reason for me to apologize, but I did anyway. She was not upset at all, probably because Harvey paid extra. Elaine was concerned about my health
but once I told her I was fine, she was more concerned that I would be in work that night. Harvey had requested me specifically and wanted to take me out again. Elaine informed me he was willing to pay double for my trouble, and when it came to money, Elaine didn’t like disappointing a client.

  She shocked me when she asked me the next question. She asked if it was all right for Harvey to call me on my phone. She explained that Harvey was willing to pay $500 a day to be allowed to phone me and that she would not divulge my private number. Instead, the security company Elaine used would set up a private line complete with a passcode that Harvey could call; the call would then be forwarded to my phone with a message that read, “Harvey.” Elaine said that every day the pass code would change, so Harvey would have to call Cat Tails to retrieve the new code before he could call me. That way, at any time, Elaine, or I could deny him access.

  I agreed.

  It did not take Harvey long to use the access code. Within hours he was ringing me.

  I flipped my phone and it read, “Harvey.” He wanted to go to eat again. “On one condition,” I said. ”We ride in something other than the limousine.” He agreed.

  While getting ready for the date, putting the final touches on my makeup, I thought about what Larry and Robert wanted me to do: get close to Harvey.

  How I am going to get close to Harvey?

  I remembered the previous night, how he had asked me to move to New York, before telling me he loved me. How much closer could I get than that? He wanted me, I understood that, but how did he want me?

  Oh, God, does he want me to be his girlfriend?

  I brushed my eyelashes with mascara and I started to think about how to lure him in.

  He wants a girlfriend, well then, I will give him what he wants.

  My hair looked perfect as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I walked out of my hotel room, strutting my stuff down the hallway onto the elevator—it was time to trick Harvey Goldman.

  ***

  When we arrived at the restaurant, the host led us to our table. As we were walking, I reached over and grabbed Harvey’s hand. He turned and looked at me in shock. In the corner of my eye, I could see his face—mouth partly drooped and eyes wide open. I intentionally choose not to look at him, just to keep him guessing.

  He seated me as he did the night before only this time I thanked him. He smiled and sat down. We had our meal with wine and then ordered dessert. While waiting on our banana caramel cream delight, I slipped off my shoe and slowly stretched my leg under the table. I aimed between his thighs and gently placed the arch of my foot on his crotch, sliding my toes across his penis. Harvey jumped like a little kid who receiving his first kiss.

  Removing my foot, I asked, “Are you alright?” He knew it was my foot pressing against his cock, but he played it off as if nothing was happening.

  What is wrong with this guy?

  Elaine told me he was a pervert and was known for public displays of sexual affection, but that didn't seem to be the case.

  The waiter brought our dessert and placed it in front of each of us. Then, I had an idea.

  “Enjoy.”

  “Excuse me sir,” I said.

  The waiter turned around and in the most polite voice, he asked, “What can I get you?”

  I asked him for the ingredients to the banana cream delight, and he started sharing the recipe. While he gave his explanation, my foot revisited Harvey’s crotch. This time, he did not jump, nor did he move because the waiter was two feet away. I kept rubbing his cock, giving the waiter my attention with direct eye contact all the while. I could feel Harvey starting to get hard.

  The server finished explaining and I asked him what other desserts were on the menu. He immediately started describing each dessert, one-by-one, and the whole time his eyes were fixed on my cleavage. When I noticed the waiter’s stare, I continued to massage Harvey. Then, I scooped up a fork-fill of banana cream and slowly lifted it to my mouth. Holding the fork in hand, I licked the cream with the tip of my tongue as I would the head of a penis. When I did, a small portion of the cream topping dripped off the fork and landed on my left boob. I glanced down at my chest, the melting cream slid down the curved portion of my breast, supported by my pushup bra.

  Placing the fork on the table, I looked down and watched the cream run down my chest. With my left hand I tugged my dress to the side, exposing more than half of my breast. With my other hand I scooped the dripping cream with my finger, sliding upwards until it rested safely on my fingertip. The waiter had stopped talking, I gazed intently into his eyes as I placed my finger inside my mouth and sucked the cream. I slid my finger it in and out, sucking on it as if it were a firm cock. Harvey’s prick stood to attention as I continued to rub his cock during the banana-boob routine.

  After dessert, I told Harvey I wanted to go, but he insisted upon ordering a cup of coffee. Repeatedly, I asked him to leave, but he kept stalling. Then he finally admitted that he could not stand up yet because he had an erection and didn’t want anyone to see his bulge. I was waiting for this opportunity to arrive. It was time to con the con.

  “Let me see it,” I demanded.

  “What?”

  “Let me see your dick,” I replied.

  “Not here.”

  “Is Harvey Goldman getting embarrassed?” I asked, giggling. With that, I pushed off my other shoe and placed both feet on his stiff cock, rubbing it.

  He tipped his head back, closed his eyes, squinted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

  “You like that?” I said softly.

  He nodded his head with approval. My con was beginning to work. We were dining in a private area, so I looked around the restaurant and noticed that no one was nearby. Still rubbing, I said, “Keep your eyes closed and imagine me in the shower.”

  I lifted the long tablecloth that reached the floor on all sides, ducked my head under and scooted under the table. On all fours, I quietly crawled toward Harvey, placed my hands inside his thighs and spread them apart. When I did, he whispered, “Kelly, get out of there.”

  “Shhh,” I said. With my right hand on his bulge, I started rubbing him. “Slide forward,” I requested. Harvey moved his chair closer, bringing his lower body against the table. I lifted the tablecloth and placed it upon his waist, exposing his pants from the waist down. I unzipped his zipper, reached inside the opening of his underwear and carefully and cautiously pulled his cock from his pants until his entire shaft was out.

  Cupping my hand to my mouth, I discharged spittle into my palm to moisten his penis. Placing my hand around his shaft, I softly stroked up and down his prick. Then I moistened my other hand and, using circular motion, I caressed his dick. His penis was long, longer than Thomas’s, and incredibly thick. When I pulled on him to point his dong towards my mouth, I noticed his cock was firm and curved like a banana.

  Clinching my hands around his shaft, I leaned closer to allow my saliva to drop on the tip of his head. Fully drenched with my drool, I continued stroking using circular motions, forward and backwards.

  At that moment, the waiter walked out with a coffee pot and asked, “More coffee?”

  “No, I am good, just waiting for my girlfriend to come back from the restroom,” Harvey responded.

  “Okay,” the waiter replied. “Would you like your check now?”

  “In a minute.”

  The waiter walked away and I continued.

  He was obviously doing his best to keep a straight face, because when I heard the waiter’s voice, I pressed my lips around the tip of his head and started licking his opening with my tongue. I figured I had about five more minutes until the waiter returned, so this was not going to be a long, drawn out blowjob. I had sucked a dick before, a couple of times, but I had never tasted or swallowed cum.

  With my lips around his head, I realized I either was going to have to allow him to shoot his load in my mouth, or risk his juice on my face, hair or dress. What was worse, tasting it or wearing it? I did not know. I
f my con was going to work, I had to suck it up, literally.

  Placing my left hand on his thigh to hold my balance, and my right hand on his pecker, I pushed my face toward his stomach, allowing his cock to slide across my tongue. I had never done deep-throat, but I was willing to try. Pushing with force, I could feel his dong glide down the back of my throat. At first I wanted to gag, but by slipping him in and out with quick thrusts, it did not hurt or choke me. Each time I plunged forward with my mouth, I stroked his cock toward my face until my hand and mouth touched.

  Repeatedly, I rocked my head forward and backwards several times, stroking, and then pulling his cock out of my mouth to slide my tongue up and down on the tip of his head. Finally, I could feel his dagger swell in my mouth, so large I no longer could deep-throat him. Instead, with fast motions, I sucked hard.

  Harvey repositioned his legs, stretching them out, barely touching the floor. Obviously, a sign he was ready to cum. Sure enough, his legs tightened and then twitched when I felt the burst of his load blast the back of my throat like a fire hose shooting out high-pressured water. The ejaculation was intense. His warm juice blasted in intervals, very similar to my orgasms and with each thrust, the throbbing continued.

  It was not that bad. A little salty, but I like potato chips, crackers and other salty foods, so it did not gross me out like I thought it would. Wiping off my lips, still on all fours under the table, I turned around to crawl out. When I started to get up from under the table, the waiter returned. Before I could retreat back under the table, he saw me. I grabbed my right earlobe with both hands and said, “I thought I lost it.” Fastening my earring, I looked at the waiter and said, “These babies cost more than tonight’s meal and I was not going home with just one.”

  “I can’t blame you,” he said.

  I turned toward Harvey and said, “Well, honey, are you ready to go?”

  Harvey smiled and said, “Yes, dear.” He stood up and when he did, I immediately saw a white spot on his pants. With a closer look, I noticed a portion of his underpants sticking out. It was stuck in his zipper. Without hesitation, I walked over to him, placed my left hand around his waist and then reached over with my right and unzipped his zipper. I quickly tucked his shorts inside his pants and zipped him up. “Honey, you need to be more observant when you go to the bathroom.”