Mafia Aphrodite

by O'Neil De Noux

  A pert blonde began eye-flirting with Furfante, who tried not to pay attention, but Lucy caught it and smiled. The blonde was a teenager, eating with her parents, obviously bored to sin and Furfante was the only good-looking guy in the place. Lucy watched the eye-play between them, the blonde openly flirting, Furfante trying to keep cool about it.

  Lucy wore a short denim dress, her hair in a pony tail. Furfante was in ratty jeans and a polo shirt. The blonde was in a yellow sundress and moving toward their table as their gumbos arrived.

  She walked straight up to Furfante and said, in a voice dripping with a soft Alabama accent, ‘Aren’t you in the movies?’

  Not a bad line, Lucy had to admit.

  ‘Um, no. But I watch a lot of them.’

  The blonde laughed and extended her hand. Her name was Honey. Lucy took a bite of her gumbo, catching a sliver of crabmeat with the rice and gravy. It was genuine file gumbo made by someone who knew the Cajun recipe.

  ‘I’m sorry to bother y’all. I just thought you were this actor.’ Honey fanned herself with her left hand. ‘I don’t know his name.’

  ‘Don Cheadle,’ Lucy said. ‘His name’s Don Cheadle. Just don’t tell everyone he’s here tonight.’

  ‘Oh,’ said Honey. ‘Yes. I recognise him now. Nice to meet you, Mr Cheadle.’

  Lucy sat back, surprised at the jealousy rising in herself. These brazen southern-accented hussies were getting her Sicilian up. She counted to ten, but her anger hadn’t subsided one bit as Honey took those seconds to keep flashing that smile, rolling her shoulders as she chatted with Speedo who seemed as confused as he was flattered by the attention, answering to the name Cheadle.

  ‘And what’s your name, Sugar?’ Honey asked Lucy.

  ‘Ima.’

  ‘Ima?’

  Lucy leaned closer. ‘Yeah, Ima ‘bout to kick your Alabama ass if you keep flirting with my man.’

  The smile waned but only momentarily.

  Lucy tapped Speedo’s hand to get his attention. ‘You feel like walking back to Chicago from here?’

  ‘Huh?’

  ‘You want out, just tell me.’

  ‘Uh, no. Sorry.’ He looked at Honey and said, ‘You’re cute in a Mayberry, Petticoat Junction, Country-Ass way, but my lady here is more than I could handle. So make like a fish and swim away before she kicks your ass.’ He leaned toward Honey. ‘And mine.’

  Honey, still smiling, eased away.

  Lucy waited for Speedo to look at her. ‘Petticoat Junction?’

  He looked embarrassed. ‘OK, you caught me. I watch TV-Land and Nick-at-Nite. Those old sitcoms were good.’

  At least the food was good at Gene’s. Better than good. Lucy would have to remember the place.

  On their way to the car, it hit Joseph “Speedo” Furfante and he slapped his forehead. ‘Don Cheadle. Isn’t he black?’

  ‘More like dark brown,’ Lucy said. ‘You should be so talented.’

  That evening, after popcorn in front of the big screen TV, Lucy, Speedo, Cal and Earl switching from TV-Land to Nick-at-Nite, and watched re-runs of Leave It To Beaver, Ozzie and Harriet, Dick Van Dyke, Andy Griffith and of course, Petticoat Junction.

  Lucy dreamed that night of the Aegean again, of coming out of the water, this time as Lucy Incanto, not golden-haired Aphrodite, and strolling naked through a Greek village, stopping at the shops and cafes as she walked among the gaping citizens. She woke at four a.m. with a genuine wet-on and attacked Speedo who responded immediately.

  She rode him like a Greek bull, a regular fucking Minotaur.

  Lucy could feel the sun on her naked body, even beneath the huge tin-roof over the pool and picnic grounds of the private Touch-The-Sky Nudist Camp. Like Ames Skye, it had seen better days. Actually, a clothing-optional swim club, Touch-The-Sky charged a small initiation fee and allowed no photography of any sort, much to Speedo’s and Lucy’s chagrin. The elderly man behind the counter’s eyes lit up when Lucy stepped into the cabana to join. He was naked of course, thankfully the bottom half of his body hidden by the counter.

  Carl and Earl remained in the cabana as Lucy stepped into a small dressing room to strip and leave her clothing in a locker. Speedo did the same thing, in the men’s room; and Lucy wondered why they had different changing rooms which opened to the same small porch leading to the covered pool. Each walked out naked, except for Speedo’s tennis shoes and Lucy’s black heels, and walked hand-in-hand to the pool.

  There were only about a dozen people about, mostly older, all flabby, all happy to see new skin, especially pretty new skin. The man who was behind the counter came out and introduced himself as Seth Carlson formerly of Montana. His orange skin hung from his body like melted glue. His deep set eyes surveyed Lucy and seemed the only part of him that wasn’t ancient.

  Reclining on a lounge chair, Lucy lay there as Speedo applied sunblock to her pale skin, carefully rubbing it in, especially on her boobs and ass and around her pussy as Carlson and two of the other men came to make small talk and gape at her. The women, also older, didn’t seem to be jealous of their gaping and Lucy felt a surge of excitement as Speedo’s cock grew and two of the men sported blue-veiners.

  Another young couple came out of the cabana, both a little on the heavy side and both smiled broadly as they took lounge chairs. Two of Lucy’s admirers moved to them and began rubbing the woman down with suntan oil. The strong scent of coconut pervaded the air. Like Speedo with Lucy’s tits, the older men lingered on the young woman’s tits as two of the older women moved over to oil up the young man with suntan oil.

  Lucy watched through her Ray Bans as the man’s cock became swollen and the woman began jerking him off. He closed his eyes, lay back and began working his hips to their jerking. Lucy glanced at Speedo, who murmured, ‘I don’t fucking believe this.’

  One of the men worked the young woman’s oversized breasts, while another ran his hand across her pussy, then began fingering her clit as she opened her legs and raised her knees. In a minute he was fingering her pussy and she was bucking against it.

  Carlson, still sitting next to Lucy, was staring hard at her bush. She raised her sunglasses and he looked her in the eye and said, ‘Experienced hands know how to do it.’

  ‘So masturbating’s the game here?’

  ‘Some of the best you’ll ever have, young lady. We want to change the name of the place to Happy Hands but the county’d probably object.’

  Lucy put her glasses back down, opened her legs and said, ‘Show me.’

  Carlson did, slowly and meticulously, fingers gently rolling around her pussy in circles before brushing across her clit. Carlson used a two-handed approach, his left index and middle fingers massaging her clit, middle finger and thumb of his right hand working inside her pussy, in and out, in and out and in circles.

  Lucy closed her eyes and let the pleasure race through her, her hips rising and falling with the finger fucking. Someone began nibbling her nipples and she opened her eyes to find the two older men who’d fingered the other young woman. Gasping, Lucy reached for the pleasure, imagining what she looked like, lying spread-eagle with these three men.

  As she came close to coming, Carlson suddenly shifted gears, fingers vibrating furiously on her clit, pressing hard inside her pussy and she cried out and came, bucking, her ass slapping against the chair. They continued the sucking and fingering after she collapsed and she had to push them away.

  Speedo was there with an icy bottled water and she drank thirstily.

  ‘So, you game for the women?’

  ‘I don’t know.’

  Lucy waved the women over and two old gals went straight for Speedo’s cock. It didn’t take long before he spurted into the warm air, his own hips bucking. Giggling, the old gals left him dripping come.

  ‘This is bizarre,’ was Furfante’s only comment as he and Lucy went into the pool for a dip. Coming out and drying off, Lucy thought she’d return the favour to Seth Carlson, but the young woman had beat her to it, jac
king off the old guy, licking the tip of his cock along the way, until he shot a load.

  It was on the way back to the cabana that Lucy noticed the peepers. Two young guys with binoculars were perched in the low branch of a magnolia tree just beyond the fence of Touch-The-Sky. Lucy, heading straight for them, saw the binoculars were pointed right at her. She went straight to the fence, but not too close so they could still see her, put her hands on her hips and called out, ‘Like what you see?’

  The guys hunkered down, as if she couldn’t see them.

  Lucy did a slow turn for them, rolling her ass at them before striding back to the cabana to get dressed and take Speedo away. The twins were napping in the SUV. She woke them and told them they’d missed a show.

  Carl yawned. ‘We’ve seen it before.’

  She reached over and pinched him.

  Chapter 10

  Thought You Wouldn’t Mind Seeing This

  SAL COMODO ARRIVED in another new suit, this one light grey with a crisp white shirt and dark blue tie with small grey cubes and circle designs. His wavy hair seemed purposefully fly-away and his limp was only slight as he crossed the room to Lucy’s desk where she sat. He put the package he carried on the edge of her desk. Those dark brown eyes stared at Lucy as he took in a breath and said, ‘You’re more beautiful than I remembered and I remember it all.’

  The guy had a way, all right. She smiled warmly. He reached into the package and brought out a DVD, showing it to her. It was The Silver Chalice starring Paul Newman and Pier Angeli. He pulled out a video tape, The Light Touch starring Stewart Granger, Pier Angeli and George Sanders, and said, ‘Never saw this one.’

  ‘Me neither.’

  It was then he noticed the picture of Pier Angeli on her desk and sat down. ‘Glad you liked it.’

  ‘You want something to drink or can we just head out?’

  ‘Where are we going?’

  She hadn’t spoken with Sal so she explained about Gulf Shores as she went around the desk and leaned her butt against the arm of the chair where he sat. She wore red designer jeans today and a silver coloured polo shirt. She’d fluffed her hair into long curls and wore reddish-brown lipstick, which made her full lips look even thicker.

  ‘It’ll be a nice getaway and I have plans for us, Mr Comodo.’

  ‘I like that.’

  Lucy picked up the DVD and tape, took his hand and led him out.

  Donna Imperiolito was just breezing in from her morning classes. She wore a gauzy white skirt with a black top and matching heels. Her hair, still brown and fuchsia, was styled at least and her make-up subdued. The fuchsia lipstick set off her pale complexion well. She smiled broadly at Sal as she put her book bag down and announced, in careful tones, ‘I am turning into quite a lady. Notice how I speak more slowly, with precisely enunciated words. Notice how I sit with my knees together and my back straight, like a lady.’ She sat, reached over and turned on her Macintosh.

  ‘If you two – notice how I didn’t say y’all – had the time, I could illustrate my proficiency with this computer system, which is far-more advanced than an ordinary PC.’

  Lucy fought back a chuckle. Sal listened politely, nodding to Donna.

  ‘My cousin here is turning me into a modern business woman. Match that with my worldly knowledge of the seamier side of being a woman and I’ll be downright dangerous.’ Donna ended her speech with a broad smile.

  ‘I wouldn’t have recognised you,’ said Sal. ‘You’re even prettier and much more sophisticated than a few weeks ago.’

  ‘You wouldn’t kid a gal, would you?’ Donna batted her eyes at Sal.

  ‘No, ma’am.’

  Lucy nodded to her cousin and reached for the elevator button.

  ‘Luce, may I have a private word with you before you leave?’

  Lucy handed the DVD and tape to Sal as the elevator door opened and said she’d be down in a minute.

  When the door closed, Donna let out a long breath and said, ‘The concentration level with this is exhausting.’

  ‘That what you wanted to tell me?’

  ‘No.’ Donna stood up. ‘It’s about Joe Furfante.’

  ‘What about him?’

  ‘If you don’t want him, pass him to me, OK? He’s a fuckin’ dreamboat.’

  The light rain caught them as they jumped off the interstate, thick clouds remaining stationery over the beach house most of the afternoon, which was fine with Sal as Lucy curled up next to him to watch The Silver Chalice. It was a little freaky, watching Pier Angeli while sitting with her almost-double.

  About half-way through the picture Lucy said, ‘Paul Newman’s right. This is a bad movie.’

  ‘Never really noticed, just watching the girl,’ said Sal but Lucy was correct. The movie sets were atrocious. Virginia Mayo did an OK job as the vamp and Jack Palance was a pretty good nut-case, but the lines Newman and Angeli had to deliver were so wooden.

  ‘Shows how good they were,’ Lucy concluded. ‘Any actor who could deliver those lines without cracking up has gotta be good.’

  It was after the movie, as Lucy turned to face Sal that the subject of his voyeuristic tendencies took centre stage. He felt flustered at first but she put him at ease.

  ‘Don’t know when I noticed it,’ he explained. ‘When I was a kid, I found some nudist magazines my cousin had. In one there was a very pretty brunette standing naked with a group of guys and there was a wedding ring on her finger. I realised she was someone’s wife and was standing there naked. It really turned me on.’

  ‘Nice body?’

  ‘Very nice. Young. In her 20s.’

  ‘I remember in another magazine a naked woman on a raft in a pool, lying on her back with several boys standing over her, looking down at her. That turned me on too.’

  ‘You started collecting porno mags?’

  ‘No. Not really. Subscribed to Playboy but got tired of seeing the same naked blonde. Never collected them. Subscribed to Penthouse when they starting showing pubic hair. I guess I collected some of them. The pictures I liked best were the candid ones, taken with the model preparing to pose, sometimes with people around. Penthouse took a lot of out-door stuff and there were always people gawking at the naked models.

  ‘I did cut out and keep one photo-spread. Lost it when I went off to college. It was a series of a top-heavy American girl who posed naked on a beach in the Philippines. The photographer got a couple local guys to pose with her, standing with their shirts off, down to their cut-off shorts. Then the girl lay on the beach and the guys felt her up. Penthouse called it the ‘active laying on of hands’ and that was such a turn-on, strangers feeling up a naked model.’

  Sal stopped talking and leaned back, his heart stammering from the excitement of re-living the turn-ons, worrying that Lucy wouldn’t understand.

  ‘For weeks I’ve been worried about how I got so turned on watching your bodyguards making love to you. That you’d think I wasn’t a real man, watching like that and getting turned on.’

  Lucy’s eyes twinkled. That wasn’t making love. It was screwing. ‘I was worried you’d think I was a complete whore. A slut to end all sluts.’

  He could see she was serious, so he told her, ‘Please don’t take offence but I could fall in love with a whore much easier than a virgin. I like sex too much not to.’

  Lucy brought out the whore the next morning, after a quiet supper and a quiet fuck with Sal. It was nice, but it lacked the thrill and so she dolled herself up, put on a slinky pink wrap dress with a lone button at the waist, hot pink high heels and handed Sal the digital camera.

  ‘Remember that construction site between here and Gulf Shores?’ she asked Cal as they went out to the SUV.

  ‘One on the left. Three storey house?’

  ‘Yes. Let’s drop by and see what the workers are up to.’ Lucy climbed into the back seat and sat, the wrap dress opening to her waist to reveal she was naked beneath. She could see Sal’s breathing increase immediately.

  The for
eman of the construction site, a burly man with red hair and a deep tan, took off his yellow hard hat and said, ‘Run that by me again.’

  Lucy put her hands on her hips and said. ‘It’s a photo project called ‘Nude in Public’, a woman walking around naked in public. You don’t have to be in the pictures. You can just watch.’

  The man gave her a long look.

  ‘Don’t mean to interrupt your work. Just thought you wouldn’t mind seeing a naked woman.’ Lucy turned to leave.

  ‘Whoa. Wait up. Are you the model?’

  Lucy turned back, unbuttoned the dress and took it off, tossing it to Earl standing behind her. She smiled playfully. ‘Any objections?’

  ‘Hell no.’

  She waved Sal forward and walked onto the construction site. A passing car along the highway blew its horn and she wagged her tail at it as she carefully started up the steps into the house under construction. The smell of sawdust and freshly cut wood permeated the air. A buzz saw stopped as two men, one black, one Hispanic peeked out at her through an open window of the house. Lucy walked into what would be a spacious foyer, turned and put her hands behind her head to pose for Sal. He nervously took a picture and she told him to calm down and take his time.

  There were nine men working at the site, two with cells phones with cameras. Lucy kept on her wrap-around dark sunglasses and let them take pictures of her too. Her nipples became aroused immediately and remained pointed as she posed in the foyer and up the back stairs. Sitting on the stairs, she opened her legs for the peering men, her pussy damp, the frustration growing in her.

  She posed with the men, standing with their arms around her, as they smiled at the camera, then turned their staring eyes to check out her boobs and bush. When the foreman posed with her and she felt his rough hands around her waist, she told him, ‘Why don’t you get behind me and cup my breasts with your hands.’

  He didn’t need to be told twice, those warm, calloused hands lifting her tits from behind, kneading them, softly squeezing them, gently pinching her nipples as Sal took close-up pictures then hurried back to take full-lengths.