The Fix

by Apryl Summers

  After turning over our personal items and going over the rules again (during which the officer gave my outfit a quick look over, raising his eyes slightly when they reached my breasts), Mr. Watkins was granted a minute to use the office without the officer present. The second the office door closed, he turned to me and reached into his pocket.

  “This is what you’re going to wear. We are going to hook it up to your back, Mr. Goldman will then enter the room after we’re already there and he will be escorted out when we are done before, that way he will not be able to see that you are wearing it.” I ran the thin wire up the side of my shirt and then I looped it through the bottom of my bra in order to keep it in one place.

  Mr. Watkins and I were seated at the table a few minutes later when the officer escorted Harvey in. He looked a little happier than last time and I wondered if it was because I had come back to visit him, which suggested I was beginning to believe him. He sat across from us and looked at Mr. Watkins.

  “Did my source check out?” he asked.

  “Well,” replied Mr. Watkins, “it appears so, but we are here to find out a little more.”

  “Harvey,” I whispered. His eyes snapped to me and his face visibly relaxed. “You said in your letter that you would need my help. The information you gave us checked out which gives me more of the proof I need, but I need to know more to be able to help you though. I need to know what’s going on here. Why are there people after me? What is your connection to Buruchi?”

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said absently. “I know that you need information, but you have to promise me that it does not get into the wrong hands. What I’m about to tell you could get a lot of people killed. Many people have been already.”

  “You have our word, Mr. Goldman,” responded Mr. Watkins. “You have my word as a lawyer.”

  “Well that’s not too comforting but I suppose it’s the best I have,” Harvey responded sarcastically. I couldn’t help but giggle. He looked at me and smiled, a genuine smile. My heart nearly stopped. I crossed my legs a little tighter and shifted slightly.

  “Harvey, you can trust me. Tell us what’s going. Tell us what happened,” I urged him, leaning forward in my chair to show off my interest and further display my assets.

  “Well,” he sighed, “I suppose that to tell you everything I have to start at the beginning, which was about 10 years ago.”

  3

  “I’m not the true owner of Legacy Investments. The actual owner is a man by the name of Angelo Buruchi. He’s known throughout the Italian mob as “Five Fingers” Buruchi. He’s got an expensive taste and his hands full of other people’s money to pay for it. Buruchi helped get my dad out of a tight spot years and years ago. Unfortunately, according to Buruchi, my dad was never able to fully pay off his debt. That’s when shit got real.

  “My parents had been out on a date that night when a slick, black, Cadillac rolled up next to them. Buruchi’s men grabbed my mother and shoved her in the car while gunning down my dad right there in the street. I was contacted by the police and told what had happened and then I was contacted by Buruchi himself. He told me that he had my mother and that if I ever wanted to see her alive and safe again, then I had to do exactly as he said. He even held the phone up for her to speak so I knew it was true. I could hear her pleading and sobbing. I told him I’d do anything, and he took that and ran with it.

  “It appeared that I climbed the ladder at Legacy but really Buruchi was pushing me through all along. I was going to be his fall guy, whether I liked it or not. I would be the face of Legacy Investments and behind the scenes, I would be laundering money like crazy. Through this whole thing, of course, there were no cops. The ones that he wanted to deal with, he had paid off anyway.” He paused to take a long drink of water from the cup in front of him. I didn’t even know what to say. His story had me wanting to cry for him. I had lost my parents at a young age, I knew what it was like to have them taken from you. To have one of your parents gunned down and the other kidnapped would have driven me crazy with rage and the thirst of revenge. I looked up to see the crease lines in Harvey’s forehead get even deeper as he continued with his story.

  “Things went on like that for a while. He never let my mom go. He kept saying he would after one more job, just one more job. That never happened. The jobs kept coming, the more money I could bring in for him, the better my mother was treated. I don’t know where exactly, but I know that he’s had my mother commissioned to a mental asylum where they are giving her daily medicine to sedate her. She lives a hollow life where I’m sure she can’t even remember why she’s there anymore,” he turned his head so that way we weren’t able to clearly see him wiping the tear from his eye.

  “A few years ago, things got even thicker. Buruchi discovered how much money there was to be made in the porn industry. After being led to the water, he took a big drink. He immediately opened his own pornography company. Underground of course. He runs all of his stuff out of a series of warehouses that he expanded after his business took off. It started off with a few of the drugged girls that his mob buddies knew. They would come in and fuck on camera for cash that they would turn around and pay back to the mob to get their fix of one substance or another. Buruchi started to realize that his business could boom if he got better looking individuals. He keeps a couple of regular guys here and there and pays them to star in his movies. The girls, he finds another way. Using guys like me.

  “That was another of the tasks assigned to me; I had to bring him girls, sexy girls. I learned to be careful with who I brought around and who I let be seen in public with me. While going on a date with a beautiful girl I had met a short time into his new business, one of Buruchi’s guys spotted us having lunch. The next night, Buruchi tells me he wants the ‘sexy little number’ I was with to come and star in his next few films. I hated myself for a long time after tricking that poor girl. That’s when I started frequenting brothels. Not only could I get my needs taken care of with no strings attached but you could almost always find decent looking girls who were dying to star in movies and make it big. Luring them in was easy after a while.

  “It’s not just normal vanilla porn scenes this guy shoots, he’s in to BDSM which can get heavy. If the girl is willing, it tends to go smoothly. If she’s not, he has her drugged and strung up in different positions and used for the more intense scenes since she can barely tell what’s going on anyway. It’s a dirty business but he turns quite the profit since he has some high bidders out there.” Harvey paused for another moment and dabbed at some sweat that had begun to gather at his temple.

  I realized it had already been several minutes and I wasn’t sure how much time we had managed to snag. I glanced at my watch and then back up at Mr. Watkins. He smiled a reassuring smile so I assumed we were good.

  “Tell us what happened regarding Penny. How did that all come about? What do you know about her death?” I asked quietly. It was hard to get the words out. His story was just getting crazier and crazier and you could see him looking more and more exhausted with each new thing he told us as it took him back on a trip down memory lane. Memories that he seemed to just want dead and buried. Before I had even finished the last question, Harvey hung his head over the table. I almost reached out to touch his shoulder. To show him just a little gesture of support but Mr. Watkins shot me a sharp look. Instead, I gently slid the glass of water closer to Harvey. He looked up at me, took a drink, and then slumped back in his chair, running his cuffed hands through his slightly grown-out hair.

  “Penny was a mistake that I tried to fix. She came in to Legacy to work as an Administrative Assistant. I was, of course, instantly attracted to her. She was a beautiful, strong woman who seemed to know exactly what she wanted out of life and was out to get it. I admired that. I knew that I couldn’t show interest publicly because one of Buruchi’s men could easily see and decide to tell their boss that I had a sexy new escort for him. That was the last thing I wanted. We met privately a co
uple of times and the more I got to know her, the more I felt a strong attraction to her. She seemed to have a similar interest in me. I thought it was going good until I noticed one of Buruchi’s mob minions hanging around work one day, watching the girls in the building. It was then that I made a very hard decision, I had to try and get Penny to quit, I had to get her out of Buruchi’s view. I started making lewd advances at work. Saying things to her that I would normally only say to one of the brothel girls just so that she would get fed up and quit. Instead of quitting, she opened a suit to sue the company. I knew that I would have to see her right away. It wasn’t for fear of her working in porn now, it was for fear of her life. I had to see that she was safe. The only thing I could think of was getting her out of the city.

  “That’s the night that I went to her apartment. At first she didn’t want to see me but I told her that I could explain, that I swore I only did it for her benefit. Fortunately, she opened her door to me and allowed me the chance to explain….”

  ***

  “Penny, let me in!” I called out, pounding on her door. She had every right to be mad but dammit I needed to explain myself. I was not going to watch her get hurt! “Penny! Penny please open the door. Let me explain. If you don’t believe me when I’m done you can kick me out and I will walk away!” I yelled. Not that I really wanted to walk away. I just wanted her to open the door. She needed to know the truth.

  I heard locks clanking and sliding on the other side before it slowly creaked open. I walked in cautiously to see Penny standing behind the door brandishing a cast iron skillet. “I know that you don’t trust me right now but I can promise you that you won’t need that. May I sit down? I can start from the very beginning if you’d like,” I spoke calmly and clearly, desperately hoping that she would lower the skillet.

  I edged my way over to the couch, keeping my eyes locked on her and my hands slightly raised the entire time to show her that I meant no harm, but also to be ready in case she tried anything with the skillet.

  I watched as Penny, without lowering the skillet, came over and sat on the chair across from me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little at this point despite the danger, the fact that I was looking at Penny — sexy, smart, Penny — sitting on her chair brandishing a cast iron skillet with the look of the devil reincarnate on her face. Boy, was she not happy with me, but I couldn’t blame her. I hated myself for making myself into a jerk at work. She didn’t deserve any of this. I just wanted to scoop her up and run far, far away where we could start our new lives together and no one would be any the wiser. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t tell her those three little words. I felt it. I knew I did.

  She looked at me like I was an idiot for laughing.

  “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING?!” she yelled at me, jumping back to her feet.

  “Please, Penny, let me explain. I’m sorry,” I said, straightening my face. “Sit down. And please, put down the skillet. I’m not here to hurt you. I promise you that,” I told her soothingly. Slowly, she sat back down in her chair and placed the skillet next to her, purposefully positioning it while I watched to show me how close the handle was to her twitchy fingers. I suppressed my smile, but only just. She didn’t waste any time, that was one of the things I liked about her.

  “What the hell happened, Harvey, first we’re getting along fine and then you start acting like a world class dick at work? You have so much explaining to do that I should have stocked the pantry seeing as how we may starve to death before you’re finished!” she growled, menacingly. I saw her hand twitch towards the skillet and could tell how tempted she was to reach for it and knock me a good one just on general principle.

  “Penny, listen, this is deeper than you know, deeper than you could imagine. The world of people that I’m currently dealing with is not a fun one and it is not one that I ever wanted you to be a part of,” I told her. “Do you have any wine? This is going to be a long story but trust me when I tell you that you need to hear it.”

  ***

  “Harvey, snap out of it! Harvey!” I yelled at him. Mr. Watkins dipped his fingers into Harvey’s water and splashed it on Harvey’s face.

  “Good to have you back with us, Mr. Goldman,” piped Mr. Watkins as Harvey jumped in his seat, finally looking at us.

  “Harvey you were telling us what you were going to explain to Penny. What happened that night at her apartment?” I asked him.

  “You’re right, I’m sorry. The night I went to Penny’s apartment,” Harvey repeated. He looked a little shaky but reached for his water and took a big drink regardless, before continuing on with his story.

  “It wasn’t really a walk in the park getting her to let me explain. She kept a skillet handy in case I went out of line. She was ready for a fight. I explained to her from the beginning, nearly exactly as I’m telling you now, about everything Buruchi had done and everything that he was still using me to do. I explained to her why I had come on at her at work, I just wanted her to quit so that she would be safer. After telling, re-telling, and verifying my story, she opened up. She told me that she believed me, and I felt like the happiest guy in the world….

  ***

  The empty bottle of wine sat on the small table between the couch and the chair. We had been talking for at least two hours. It felt so good to finally open up to her, to explain everything that was going on. What was better was that I had convinced her. She believed me, thank God. After she told me that she believed me, we planned our escape.

  “I have money, Penny. I have money that’s not in a bank. I could get to it right away and we could live comfortably someplace warm for a long time. Run away with me. I can get you out of here and we can both be safe,” I pleaded with her.

  “Harvey my family is here, everything I know is here. How could I leave?” she asked me with a tear in her eye. My instincts kicked in and I gently wiped the tear from her face and pushed a lock of her hair back behind her ear. Even when she was upset and weepy, this woman was gorgeous.

  Asking this woman, who I’ve caused to experience emotional pain and who I’ve put in danger’s way, to leave everything she’s ever known to be with me, has to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life.

  “I know that everything you have and everything you know is here. I understand, but Penny, you’re in real danger. If you don’t leave, your family could see you hurt and that’s the type of pain that can’t be healed. Whereas, if you leave with me, tomorrow, you can contact them down the road and tell them that you’re safe, that you’re okay, and that you’re happy. Please trust me, I can get us out of here.” I watched as she sank back into the couch next to me. She leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. The stress and worry was etched deep into her face. I gently ran my finger across her temple and down her cheek. I wanted nothing more than to see that face free from pain.

  “Penny,” I said softly, looking down at her. She opened her eyes and her gaze met mine. “I care about you very much and I want to see you safe. Please say you’ll come with me,” I begged. She gave a slight nod and a brief smile. I caught myself as I nearly jumped clean off the couch with excitement before scooping her up into a body-squeezing hug. We stood there like that for a few minutes, just holding each other. I felt her nuzzle her head a little further into my shoulder. Unable to stop myself, I slowly started running my hand through her hair. It felt so good just to hold her. I could feel her breathing against me, the rise and fall of her chest sending her breasts pushing into me. I tried to control myself as I continued to trace my fingers up and down her spine. I felt her shiver and heard her giggle as she looked up at me.

  “That tickled,” she giggled. I laughed as I looked down at her, still pressed close to me. She wrapped her arms around my waist before looking into my eyes. “I’m glad you came tonight, Harvey.”

  “I’m glad too,” I responded, tucking a flyaway strand of hair back behind her ear. Before I could stop myself, I found myself leaning forward. To my excitement, she didn’t
back away. Instead, she met me halfway and we found ourselves tangled in each other’s arms, our lips locked together in fiery passion.

  As our tongues danced together, I could feel myself growing hard. The things this woman could do to me. Feeling her hands on my shoulders, digging in, turned me on to a point where I didn’t want it to stop. I picked her up and positioned her until she was straddling me as I carried her over to the couch. I wanted to taste her and to feel my cock sliding down her throat. I sat down with her on top of me but she didn’t stay that way for long. She broke off our kiss, panting, and stepped back to face me. One by one, I watched as she let each article of clothing fall to the floor at my feet. My heart was beating out of my chest as I drank in the sight of her.

  Her rosy nipples were begging for me to suck them as she proudly showed off her perfect, perky breasts and tightly toned body. I reached out to touch her, only to have my hand playfully swatted away. As she came forward, she dropped to her knees and her fingers found my belt buckle. I drew in a sharp breath as she skillfully pulled me from my pants and drew the length of me into her mouth. I could barely concentrate. The way her tongue moved in little circles along my shaft had shivers coursing through my body. I reached down and tangled my hands in her hair, slowly testing just how much of me she could take. I was not disappointed. Not wanting her to stop but also not wanting to embarrass myself for anything happening sooner than it should, I pulled her up, stood up, and threw her down on to the couch so she was laying where I had just been sitting. I pulled off my shirt and threw it aside and saw her seductive smile begging for me.