The Plan

by Apryl Summers

  When we walked out front, waiting on David to pull the car around, Harvey placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “What was that all about?”

  “What, the blowjob?” I asked.

  “Yeah.”

  “Well, if you don’t like me, I can tell Elaine you want someone else.”

  “No, it’s not that,” Harvey said. “What happened to you?”

  “You don’t like me now?”

  “Yes, I like you, but I brought you out to eat not to have sex.”

  “You don’t like sex?” I prodded.

  “That’s just it. Up until last night, I loved sex. I’d die for it. But now…” Harvey stopped, walked a few steps away, combed his fingers through his hair, turned around and said, “Was this you or the job?”

  I paused, wondering what to say. It was time to seal my con.

  Harvey Goldman, you’re mine now.

  “Well?” Harvey asked.

  7

  The Strategy

  I turned and faced him. “Harvey, can’t a woman change her mind?” I walked over to where he was standing, reached out and grabbed his hands. I looked straight into his eyes, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “Okay…it was me.”

  Harvey smiled so hard I think he pulled a muscle. I let go of his hands, wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself in tight, resting my head against his left shoulder. I pressed my boobs on his chest and he responded by wrapping his arms around me. I pulled my head back, looked into his green eyes and started singing one of Frank Sinatra songs, “I want to be part of it, New York, New York.”

  ***

  The next day Harvey called me early—well, early for me, it was 11 am. Barely awake, I answered the phone with a sluggish tone, “Good morning, Harvey. It’s good to hear your voice. Do you miss me?”

  “Of course, I do.”

  “Did you enjoy dinner last night?” I asked in a provocative voice.

  “The food was great,” he nonchalantly responded.

  “What about dessert, did you enjoy that?”

  “Banana caramel cream delight is my favorite.”

  This was not the Harvey Goldman Alex portrayed, something was wrong with him. I had spoken with Janine the day before to see how she was feeling, knowing I was taking her place while she was recovering from food poisoning. She filled me with Harvey’s sexual desires and gave me pointers on what to do to earn a large tip. Her description of him was nothing like the Harvey I was dealing with. I had figured it out though. He was in love with me and did not want to dive into his fetishes and dark desires.

  He doesn’t want me to play with me. He actually wants me.

  Harvey changed the subject. He told me he was flying out in the morning. Then he brought it up again, “Have you thought anymore about New York?”

  I told him I needed more time, but that I was thinking about it. Then he discussed plans for that night. He wanted to know what I would like to do, I told him to call me back around three o’clock and I would let him know.

  I was to meet Larry and Robert at 1 pm in the Monte Carlo restaurant to discuss their strategy for luring Harvey into an investment entrapment. They had been working on a plan for months and they wanted my help to seal the deal. I had a shower and got dressed—blue jeans and a pink T-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I decided to wear a white baseball cap with bright red embroidering that read, “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”. At 12:45 pm I left my room to go downstairs.

  I was sitting at a table with Rick, drinking a coke, when Robert and Larry joined us. They began to share their strategy for Harvey. According to their sources, Harvey’s method for an investment scheme was to offer extremely high yields in a relatively short time period. In this scheme, Harvey claimed to have access to “bank guarantees” that he can buy at a discount and sell at a premium. By reselling the “bank guarantees” several times, he claimed to be able to produce exceptional returns on investment by using a “roll program.”

  To make his scheme more enticing, Harvey offered “guarantees” issued by the world’s “prime banks.” Legal documents associated with such schemes often require the victim to enter into non-disclosure and non-circumvention agreements, offering returns on investment in “a year and a day” and claim to use forms required by the International Chamber of Commerce (ICC).

  The purpose of these frauds is to encourage the victim to send money to a foreign bank, where it is transferred to an offshore account in the control of a con artist, such as Harvey. From there, the victim’s money is used for the perpetrator’s personal expenses or is laundered in an effort to make it disappear.

  Larry and Robert wanted to set up a meeting with Harvey, acting as potential investors. Using FBI surveillance and recording equipment, they wanted to record his investment offer, make a substantial investment, track the transactions, have Harvey follow through with the investment scheme, obtain documents of the transaction, and gather enough evidence to make an arrest.

  “Now, here’s where you come in, Kelly,” Larry said. “How are you coming along with gaining Harvey’s trust, and how long do you think it will take before you can convince him to meet us?”

  “Give me two weeks,” I said confidently.

  “Oh, that’s too soon,” Robert insisted. “He’s not stupid, he will think something’s up if we go that fast.”

  “Let me work my charm,” I said. “Then I will let you know what he says.”

  “Yeah, but don’t rush it, Kelly,” Larry said. “We have been working on this for 10 months and if he thinks you are playing him, he’ll back away and we’ll lose the opportunity.”

  ***

  Back in my hotel room, I wanted to take a nap before going out that night. I pondered on the discussion with Larry and Robert. The realization that Harvey was going to go to jail was soothing, but what about Penny? Where was her justice? If they arrest him too soon, I would never find out what happened that night in her apartment.

  I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about what to do next. There had to be a way to get Harvey to talk. I had an idea. It was risky, but there was a chance it would work.

  I called the front desk and asked for Reuben to be sent to my room to help me with my luggage. They asked if I was checking out and I said I was just making a short trip and would be back in a couple of days. In fact, I had already paid for a week in advance.

  Reuben was a bellman who helped me with my luggage when I first checked into the hotel. One day earlier, in the parking garage, I saw him make a transaction with a two girls that looked like an exchange for pills. When I walked by, he nodded and watched me get in my car. After lowering the top to my convertible, I passed by and he said, “I can hook you up.” Obviously, he was referring to some kind of drugs. At the time I merely lifted my sunglasses and winked at him, flirting.

  Reuben knocked at my door. At first, he did not recognize me with my hair pulled back and tucked through the back of my cap. Nevertheless, I captured his attention easily. After making the call to the front desk, I had removed my bra and now my luscious breasts were popping through my pink T-shirt, drawing his focus to my brown nipples which shone like headlights on an 18-wheeler semi-truck. Secured inside my shirt were three $100 bills.

  I reminded him I was the owner of the red convertible in the parking garage and he remembered me.

  “So, you can hook me up?” I asked.

  “Oh, oh, no . . . no ma’am,” he said, stammering his words.

  “I’ll make it worth your while,” I said as I lifted up high my T-shirt, exposing my breasts and allowing the money to drop to the floor. “Whoops, I dropped something,” I said as I lowered my shirt and picked up the cash. I walked to the high-top table, took a pen and wrote, “GHB — 2 doses —- liquid” on the hotel letterhead paper. I tore the note from the tablet and handed it to Reuben.

  As he read my note, I reached out with my hand, holding the cash. “Is $300 enough?” I asked as he took the money. “Or do you need more?�
�� I pushed my biceps against the outside of my boobs, causing them to squeeze together and push out of my shirt. He got excited and started walking towards me. I lifted my hand and said, “Not so fast, homie. You deliver the product today before 5 pm and I will reward you tomorrow for your efforts.”

  He grabbed my duffle bag full of my BDSM apparel and apparatus, along with my luggage, and placed them on a luggage dolly and brought them to my car. We were to meet in the parking garage at 5 pm to make the exchange.

  I drove to the New York, New York Hotel where earlier, before Reuben came to the room, I had booked a room for the night in the Penthouse suite. It was 1,100 square feet with a separate Master bedroom, spa tub and living and dining room tables.

  Unpacking my clothes, makeup and beauty supplies to make it look like I was living there, I arranged for easy access to the BDSM paraphernalia in the large walk-in closet.

  At 3 pm, Harvey called. I told him to meet me at Coyote Ugly Saloon at 7. “We’re going to have fun tonight,” I said with conviction.

  “I can’t wait,” he replied.

  The next step in my plan was to call Janine. I told her that Harvey was not responding to my advances sexually and that he seemed disinterested.

  “That’s strange,” she said.

  “For real,” I responded. “I think he misses you.”

  “Really,” she perked up. “You think so?”

  I told her I needed her help to get his engine charged and if she would meet me in my hotel room at 9 pm, I said we could give Harvey a show like we did with Thomas—maybe that would help. She agreed and was excited to lend a hand, I said I would split the fee 50-50 with her.

  Reuben came through as promised, and Harvey showed up at 7 pm on the dot. We ordered a drink and started dancing on the main floor. Amazingly, he was a good dancer and the night was beginning as planned. After about an hour and a half of partying, dancing and flirting, we went to the bar for another drink. I bought Pina Coladas on purpose; the sweetness would dilute the salty taste of the GHB.

  The DJ announced it was do-a-dance time; the music started and four beautifully busty barmaids jumped upon the bar counter and started dancing provocatively. One of the girls got over the top of Harvey, shaking her boobs in delight. Over the loud music, I leaned over and asked him, “Would you do her?”

  “What?” he yelled back over the noise.

  “I said.” I raised my voice my voice, “Would you do her?” He knew what I meant.

  He turned, almost offended, and said, “No!”

  The dancer started dancing in front of me. Leaning over again, I asked Harvey, “Would you like to watch me fuck her?” Again, he gave me the same response.

  I retrieved a $100 bill from my bra strap and threw it on the counter, I lifted my hand over Harvey’s head and pointed down, insinuating he wanted a lap dance. She picked up the cash, inserted it into her shirt and went wild over Harvey.

  That was my moment. Harvey was distracted as the girl teased him. I quickly poured the GHB into his drink.

  Within minutes, Harvey was slurring his speech. The drug was taking effect faster than I expected.

  Maybe I gave him too much.

  Playing it off as if he had too much to drink, I wrapped his arm around me to walk him to the VIP room. He was too heavy to carry. Fortunately, Rick was watching, so I had him help me get Harvey into the room and onto the bed. I told Rick that I was going to let Harvey sleep it off and to go down to the lobby and wait for my call.

  At 8:55 pm, Janine knocked on the door. She walked in to see Harvey buck-naked and propped upon the bed, his hands tied to the post and blindfolded. “Girl, I thought he wasn’t responding to you?” she said.

  “He’s drunk. So he’s cooperating a little more right now.”

  Janine removed her London Fog coat and she was totally nude. “What do have in mind?” she asked.

  I opened the top drawer of the nightstand and retrieved a black leather strap-on dildo a bright red dong. “How ‘bout this?”

  “Oh, yeah,” Janine replied. “Who wears and who receives?” she inquired.

  “You can be the Dom.”

  As Janine adjusted the apparatus around her waist, I removed my bra and panties, climbed on the bed and removed the blindfold. Then, on all fours, I situated my hands on one side of his chest and my knees on the other. From behind, Janine stood over me as she squeezed liquid gel onto the rubber cock. Then she squirted some on my shaved vagina lips, grabbed the pecker with her right hand and penetrated my pussy.

  She began thrusting me. I looked and Harvey’s eyes were not open all the way, though occasionally he would open them and then close them. “Janine,” I said, “Start talking to Harvey.”

  She called his name, and instantly he opened his eyes and looked at her. “Janine?” he asked. “Is that you?”

  “Hey, Goldman,” she said, panting as she continued to pump the dildo into my shaft. “Wanna watch me fuck your bitch?” she asked. Harvey’s eyes grew wide when he saw her rocking back and forth against my ass.

  That went on for a few minutes and Harvey’s penis was still soft. I looked back at Janine, and then at his lifeless cock. “It’s not working.”

  “Suck on it while I fuck you and see if that works.”

  Repositioning myself toward his hips, I wrapped my right hand around his dick, bent over and started sucking it. Janine never missed a beat and did not remove the dildo as I moved into position for a blowjob.

  Continuing to suck and moisten his cock, he barely got hard. I lifted off his shaft and told Janine that he must be too drunk.

  “That’s weird, Harvey can hold his liquor and fuck after a night of partying,” she replied.

  “What do we do?” I asked.

  Janine got up and retrieved a Viagra pill and a glass of water.

  “Really?” I asked. “You just happen to have one?”

  “You never know with men, not all of them can stay firm and when they don’t, they don’t want to pay up, let alone tip, so you gotta be prepared.”

  We force-fed him the pill and within a few of minutes it seemed to work. His dick was finally hard, beginning to grow and throb. I thanked Janine.

  “No, problem, anything to help a friend,” she replied and then left, leaving the rest of Harvey’s time with me.

  I had to take advantage of the time, so I climbed on top of him, grasped a hold of his hard cock, lined him up and sat down on him, taking his dick in my vagina. He immediately opened his eyes. I started pumping up and down when his eyes tried to close. I grabbed his head, thrust it back against the headboard and yelled, “Fuck me you mother fucker!”

  That got his attention. “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “What does it look like?” I replied. “I’m fucking you.”

  He turned and looked at each wrist for the first time, realizing he was tied to the post. “Where am I?” he asked.

  “You’re with me, now, shut up and fuck me!”

  He started coming to, rocking his hips up and down and responding to my motions. “Look at me!” I demanded. He looked straight into my eyes. “Now, you told me I reminded you of someone, who was it?” I asked.

  “What are you talking about?” he responded.

  “Who do I remind you of?” I asked again, still pumping up and down.

  He turned his head and said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  I picked up a lit candle from the nightstand and held over him.“Who do I remind you of?”

  “Please, Kelly, just stop,” he begged.

  I tipped the candle and the hot wax dripped onto his chest. He jerked.

  “You like that, don’t you?” I said. I did it again and again, each time he jerked when the wax touched his burly pecks. I continued to ask him who I reminded him of.

  Staying on top of him, I opened the top drawer of the nightstand, grabbed a gag with a ball, and fastened it around his face, stuffing the orange ball into his mouth.

  “So, you don’t want
to talk do you?” I got up, walked to the table and opened a bottle of wine. I remembered what Thomas had done; I was going to play and have some fun at Harvey’s expense.

  I took a long gulp and then started pouring the red wine onto his crotch. When I did, the liquid splashed all over the white bed cover.

  Oh shit. That’s gonna leave a stain.

  I climbed on the bed with the empty bottle in my hand. I stood over top of him, placed the jug on his stomach and squatted down until the bottle neck penetrated my vagina. Holding it in place, I pumped up and down on the bottle. His grew big, enjoying the view. “You like?” I asked.

  He nodded and mumbled pleasurably.

  I stood up and removed the bottle. I turned around and pulled his legs upward, spreading them apart, before sitting down on his cock and sliding it into my pussy. I took the bottle and inserted the tip into his anus, gently pushing it inside. I wanted to thrust it in and rip him apart, but I would never get any information if I took things too far.

  Apparently, he liked it. He started rocking his hips up and down, shifting and squirming with pleasure. After a few minutes, I decided not to interrogate him any further, but instead try to please him. My strategy was not working, so I had to improvise.

  My calves were resting upon his calves, holding him down with his legs pulled back. My motions were making a loud smacking noise each time that my butt cheeks landed on his pelvic area. Amazingly, I was actually enjoying myself. With his buttocks exposed, and the bottle inside his hole, I slapped his ass. He groaned with pleasure. I turned around and looked at him.

  “You like?”

  He nodded again.

  I smacked him repeatedly, as he pumped harder and harder. His shaft was growing inside of me. Each time I pressed down, I could feel it getting tighter. One more smack and it was on. He started moaning and groaning when all of a sudden, I felt his hot cum blast inside me. I rotated my position, pressing my clit against his pelvis and rocking with force. Three, two, one . . . blast off! I started cumming on his prick, and each time my orgasm shot through my body, I jerked with pleasure.