Martina laughed at the comment about her age. "Thank you, Little Jace." With a gesture to all the women flocked around Jace the brothel owner added, "I guess size doesn't matter to whores."

One of the prostitutes put a drink on the table in front of Jace. Martina shook her head when the woman offered to get her a drink.

"There's a little trouble going down here in Corktown tonight." Martina told Jace. "I think one of your young associates is in the middle of it. Someone put a hit out on one of my employees. Have you heard about it?" 

Laughs at the words that Martina said , his hands still roaming at the body of the wench . The whore purrs deep inside her and almost lounge at the table . Jace smirks as he tease her more.

"It's not all about the size Martina, it's all about how you use IT. And I do know how to use mine to its full potential . " He replied at her seductively. One of the ladies pour him another drink , while the other squeezes herself to him . 

"I am pretty sure I have the right PACKAGE , and I am a great ACTIVITY PARTNER . If you want we can try it sometime " he wiggles his eyebrows knowingly . He pause for a second on teasing the woman who is almost about to scream his name with anticipation.

He drags a puff of his cigarette and continues . "As of the associate you metion I have no idea all about it. I am just here for fun and sex . By the way do you have a vacant room. I know I am open minded but I am not an exhibitionist and this woman is near it already ! "

"Ask one of the whores to find an empty room." Martina answered Jace and added, "But you can't have Clarette. She doesn't work here anymore."

As Jace went down the hall with a group of prostitutes Martina looked forward to counting all the money the handsome man would be pay for his night of fun. Maybe I'll buy a new car, Martina thought and wondered if she could special order a bullet proof vehicle.

Upstairs Martina walked into her office where Clarette was asleep on the couch.

"Wake up, trick!" The mobster yelled and walked behind her desk to get the briefcase she packed full of money earlier. "Time to get the fuck out of here before Mary Jane's hot woman shows up again."

Martina lead Clarette down the back staircase and out the back door where two of Giovanni's associates were standing outside. Martina waved at them and walked towards her car. As she took her keys out the dark alley lit up from headlights on a car racing towards her and Clarette.

"GET DOWN!" Martina yelled at the prostitute.

Gun fire erupted in the alley. Martina returned fire as the car sped past. The mobster tried to get a look at the men in the car, but their faces were covered with bandanas.

"GET GIOVANNI NOW!" Martina shouted towards the door where the two young associates were standing moments earlier. When there was no response Martina looked over and saw the two men on the ground. "FUCK!" The brothel owner cursed and turned around. Leaning against the car Clarette had her hand on her stomach. Blood was oozing between her fingers and a look of shock was on her face.

"NO!" Martina yelled and looked around for help. Clarette swayed forward and Martina quickly caught her and lowered to the ground. "No! Don't fucking die!" Martina said helplessly, but her plea was useless. Clarette's eyes closed and she gasped as she took her last breath. "NO!" Martina yelled again and felt her eyes fill with tears if rage.

The alley behind The Corktown Cathouse was full of police and mobsters shortly after the shooting. As the police were paid off by the mobsters three vans arrived for the bodies.

Chain smoking and pacing around the alley Martina remained silent during the clean up. When Giovanni approached her she threw her cigarette on the ground and said, "This is a big fucking mess. Sorry about your goons."

After talking to Giovanni for a few minutes Martina walked over Mary Jane who was standing with a group of other prostitutes. The brothel owner was surprised none of the working girls quit after seeing Clarette dead in the alley.

"Go to the funeral home and make arrangements for Clarette." Martina said to Mary Jane. "Make it nice. Get her the best casket and flowers. This should cover it." The mobster gave the prostitute her briefcase of money.

"But... Umm... the ah um, funeral home director will say she doesn't deserve a nice funeral because she was a whore." Mary Jane quietly commented and wiped her tear filled eyes.

"No he won't." Martina replied and lit another cigarette. "He's familiar with me and the people I work for. He knows we take care of our own."

"Did the hot woman kill Clarette?" Mary Jane asked. "Or was it the fella she was hiding from?"

"Don't ask so many questions. Just do what I told you to do." Martina responded and looked across the alley at her boss. He gave her a nod then got in his car.

The nod from her boss put Martina into action. The mobster went to her office to load her gun then left her business to hunt down and kill Julian Peterson.

Comfortably tucked in her hotel, Warped picked up the phone and made a call.

Clarette has been taken care of. A couple goons were shot down as well. As for Jace, don't suggest him again. He's in with the owner of that Cathouse in some way and can't be counted on. Warped listened to the reply. Hell no, I'm not paying Jace! He didn't do a damn thing other than screw a couple whores. I'll burn the money first! Warped declared vehemently.

Warped hung up the phone and prepared to leave Detroit.She needed out of this city and fast.It wouldn't surprise her if that little Jace told the Cathouse owner everything. She'd report his behavior up the chain later. Warped grabbed her bags and headed to the airport. It was time for her to breeze into the Windy City.

The night after the shooting it was back to business as usual in the brothel except for the absences of the owner and the young prostitute who was killed in the back alley. Mary Jane was still in shock over the events. The prostitute had seen a lot working on the streets and in brothels over the years, but she never saw a dead body. She also never planned a funeral. There were so many details and the cost was outrageous. The only thing that didn't surprise Mary Jane was Martina's generosity. Although the brothel owner yelled a lot she took care of her employees better than anyone else Mary Jane worked for before.

"HEY BABY, MORE VINO!" A customer in the crowded den yelled to Mary Jane who was standing near the bar. The prostitute smiled and nodded then left the room to get another bottle of wine from the cellar.

As Mary Jane passed the back door it flew open and startled her. Martina rushed inside. Two of her associates were behind her carrying a man who was drunk or beaten up, Mary Jane couldn't determine which.

"Get out of our way, trick." Martina said to the prostitute. "Get back to work."

Martina and her associates took the man upstairs to the business owner's office. As soon as the man was thrown on the floor Martina kicked his face then knelt down next to him. She grabbed a handful of his hair and swung a hard punch that landed on his jaw. Being physically violent was not Martina's usual way of dealing with people, but the mobster was still full of anger over Clarette's cold blooded murder. It felt good to take it out on the hitman Julian Peterson hired.

"You fucked up." The mobster said to the man on the floor and punched him again. "You must've skipped the rule in the hitman's handbook about leaving town after you hit your mark... or maybe you didn't. The only exception to that rule is if you got paid half before the job and you're getting half after the job." Martina took her gun out and shoved it against the man's head. "Now tell me how the fuck are you suppose to get the rest of your payment from Peterson."

"Fuck you, bitch." The hitman mumbled and spit blood at the mobster.

"No, thank you." Martina coldly replied and pulled the trigger.

As her two associates carried the dead man out of the office Martina poured herself a drink and thought about how she was going to find Julian Peterson and the mystery woman who worked with the hitman.

Almonette locks up her shop and heads out for some time away from the shop.  As she is walking walking Almonette smiles, and says to herself, "Martina's place, I have to check it out."

Almonette walks in the front door and looks around, "Damn this is pretty swanky for a whore house"  she thinks to herself as she walks to the bar.

"I'd like a Vodka dry."  She says with a smile to the pretty little thing tending to the bar.

"Anything else sugar?" Mary Jane suductively asks.

Almonette grins and replies, "Yeah, I'd like to see Martina."

"Oh... right this way"  Mary Jane replies in a mix of disappointment and a touch of fear.

Mary Jane leads Almonette though the back, and knocks on the door "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT TRICK?!  I SAID TO GET BACK TO WORK!"

Mary Jane stammers in trying to reply to Martina but Almonette just pushes past her.  "Martinaaaa..."  Alomentte looks around  "Ah man, what the hell happened?"  Almonette sees the fire burning in Martina's eyes, lights a cigarette and hands it to Martina, then lights one for herself as well.  A sickness rises in the pitt of Almonette's stomach as she hears the story, her hand's grip tightening around the hilt of the blade strapped to her thigh.   "Fucking dirty pig"     Almonette shakes in anger, she's taken her knife out with out even realizing it...

"Excuse me... miss"  Mary Jane blurts out... "You're bleeding!"

Almonette looks at her hand.  "So I am," she says as she rips the bottom of her shirt off, exposing her pistol, and wraps it around her hand.  Almonette notices Mary Jane staring... "Oh quit your staring, ain't nothing you haven't seen"  looking back at Martina "If you need me for anything, let me know. I will be at the bar for a while yet, or the shop after that.   You have my gun, and my knife"   Almonette gives a cheshire cat grin as she looks at her knife  "should you need them."

Almonette walks back to the bar, and orders another vodka dry.

The bickering and snide comments between the prostitutes in her office drove Martina crazy and made her refill her glass with scotch several times. The blonde and red head yelled about so many things Martina forgot what started their argument.

"I don't give a fuck who you fuck." The blonde prostitute snapped at her coworker. "Just leave the mayor's son alone. He's mine."

"You can have him!" The red head replied. "He ain't nothing but a tiny one minute man anyway."

Behind her desk Martina opened her mouth to tell them to shut up, but a knock on the door stopped her. "COME IN." The brothel owner yelled.

The door opened and Almonette walked in. The prostitutes immediately stopped yelling and smiled at her. Martina smirked as they approached Almonette to greet her.

"Hi baby.The red head said and winked. "You look delicious."

"Back off." The blonde hissed at her coworker then licked her lips as she looked at Almonette . "Hi honey."

Martina shook her head and stood up. "Get the fuck out of here, tricks. Get back to work."

The prostitutes pouted and left the office. As soon as they were gone Almonette told Martina what happened with the corrupt FBN officer.

"Nice shot." Martina complimented using the traditional phrase said when a mobster told other mobsters about a kill.

"I'll call Gio and ask him to get his goons to empty the dumpster behind your shop. Help yourself to a drink." Martina pointed at the bar in the corner of the office then picked up the phone.

After the call to Giovanni for a clean up Martina walked to the bar and refilled her glass. "Gio's goons will take care of the mess. No worries." Back behind her desk Martina lit a cigarette and jokingly said to Almonette, "You're going to get rep as a hitter instead of a knife girl."

"I... um... I've..." Oh for fuck sake, I'm stuttering like one of my whores, Martina thought then confessed, "I've never killed anyone using a knife. One of these days I'll pay you for a few lessons."

"So the rat bastard pig told his superiors about getting rid of Jeff Montoya's body." Martina commented and silently contemplated the situation for a few seconds. "They might figure out Montoya's last job as a get away driver was for the hitman. They won't find out anything from the hitter because he's fish food, but Montoya might have met the motherfucker who hired the hitman. Peterson doesn't seem like the type to rub elbows with lowlife get away drivers and he's on the run, but just in case the feds find him we should get the fuck out of town for awhile."

Martina stood up and put her leather jacket on. "Let's go to The Big Apple. Plenty of money to be made there and we can go to a Yankees game. I heard a rumor the fellas who run the team are friends of ours."

"WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON?" Martina yelled at the prostitute, Mary Jane as soon as she got out of her car in the alley behind The Corktown Cathouse. An hour earlier she drove past her business and saw two police cars in front. The mobster pointed at her brothel and continued to yell at the working girl. "WHY WERE THE POLICE HERE?"

"THEY WERE HERE TO FUCK!" Mary Jane yelled back and threw her cigarette on the ground.

Martina opened her mouth to respond, but she was too stunned for words. The prostitutes never yelled at her. They were usually scared and stuttered when they talked to her.

"What's your problem?" Martina asked as she leaned against her car and crossed her arms. "Why are you yelling?"

"I thought you were deaf. You yell all the time." The prostitute answered and lit another cigarette.

"Not funny." Martina said and shook her head. "What's with the attitude? Are you quitting? Did you talk one of the johns into marrying you and moving you into a nice house in the burbs? You better hope the snobby neighbors don't find out you were a whore."

"FUCK YOU, MARTINA!" Mary Jane screamed and charged towards the brothel owner with her hand raised to smack her. The woman who worked on her back for a living was no match for the woman who killed people for a living. Martina grabbed the prostitute's arm with her left hand and took her gun out with her right hand.

"You better back the fuck off, trick." The mobster warned and put her gun against the prostitute's head. "I'm not in the mood for your bullshit. I'll blow your fucking brains out right here and now."

"Okay." Mary Jane said fearfully. "I... ah, I'm sorry."

"Get back to work." Martina ordered and pushed the prostitute away.

"I... um, I'm leaving." Mary Jane quietly said and stared down at the ground. "Sorry for the short notice. I gotta good job offer and I gotta start right away."

"What kind of job?" The brothel owner asked and wondered if a pimp was trying to start business on her turf.

"Making movies.Nothing special. Just fuck flicks." The prostitute paused then added, "Pornography."

"I know what fuck flicks are." Martina replied and looked forward to putting the movie maker out of business. As far as she was concerned he was stealing food off her table by taking one of her prostitutes to make money. Thinking about the money that could be made in the pornography business gave Martina an idea.

"Come up to my office." The mobster said to the prostitute. "I have a business proposition for you. It'll make you rich and me richer."

"Are... ah, you... are you going to wack me?" Mary Jane nervously asked.

"No, if I wanted to wack you you'd be dead already." Martina answered and walked towards the brothel. "Come on. We have planning to do."

Sitting behind the desk in her office MartinaGiorgio explained her idea to get into the pornography business.

"Go work for the schmuck for a couple of weeks and learn everything about the business. Take notes, pictures or whatever the fuck you have to do. After you got it all down pat I'll put him out of business and start a pornography company for you to run. After the smut starts making a profit I'll take one twenty percent of my start up cash then we'll split the profits fifty fifty."

"Ah... I... I'm.." Mary Jane frowned and said, "I... I don't know. It sounds like a good deal, but..."

"It is a good deal." Martina cut her off. It amused her the prostitute thought she had a choice. Whether or not Mary Jane wanted to help Martina was going to put a pornography company out of business and start her own. Instead of telling the prostitute she had to do it Martina said, "Look trick, you know I'm blunt so this shouldn't surprise you, you're not going to be prime merchandise in my brothel forever. Eventually you'll get older and customers won't want to do you. Think about your future. If that doesn't convince you what I'm offering you is the opportunity of a lifetime consider this, you'll be the boss of the company. You'll get to yell at your employees like I do."

Mary Jane laughed and commented, "I can yell. I learned from the best."

Martina was about to respond, but the phone on her desk rang. With her mind on her new business venture the mobster was caught off guard when she heard Almonette's voice on the phone. Martina cringed when she heard she dropped the key to HotIce Family Suits. I left the fucking door unlocked too, she thought and shook her head over her stupidity. When she heard Almonette hang up the phone Martina was sure her friend knew she was snooping. "FUCK!" She yelled and slammed the phone down. "I'm in so much fucking trouble."

"What's wrong?" Mary Jane asked with concern.

"Tequila is what's wrong." Martina answered as she remembered the wild trip to New York with Almonette. "Too much fucking tequila... " The mobster stood up and put her jacket on. "I gotta go. See ya later, trick."

Outside in her car Martina lit a cigarette and wondered what to say to Almonette about what was in the notebook. Other than apologizing for being nosy Martina didn't know what to say. As she drove towards HotIce Family Suits one question was on her mind, why in the hell does she like me when I'm the biggest fucking bitch in the mafia?

The Corktown Cathouse

Warped hated coming here under these circumstances. The death of her friend had pissed her off to no end. Senseless deaths were one of her pet peeves especially when she hadn't seen any street justice for this killing. She would have drawn and quartered the guy for sure!. Warped walked into the Cathouse and it was business as usual just as it had been in Chicago. She was tired. The Cathouse was an old Hotel that had been turned into a brothel. She saw no reason to run these women out of here. Let them keep working and profit. Martina's relative would come along and decide what to do with them.

The women began approaching Warped quickly. She raised her hand. I'm not here for that, Warped informed them. Warped looked around and was confronted by the menu.

 

~ Welcome to The Corktown Cathouse ~
No freebies. No refunds.

Order Your Kink By Name

The Raoul_Silva Date
Gimp suit, handcuffs and high powered vibrators. Oh my!

The Jace_Herondale Double Date
Two hot and spicy red heads for the price of one.

The Captious3 Three Way
Hot cougars unleashed from the local coffee shop.

EAforAA's Mom
MILF with over 50 years of experience.

The SpikeSpiegel All Nighter
All tongue :P

The Good Old Days Circle Jerk
A good screw, but not as good as you'll reminisce about in five years.

The Cory_Chase Bromance
A bromantic trip to Brokeback Mountain.

The Bi Girl Experience
Your choice of any straight girl. Just add alcohol.

"Vegeta Meow!"
When you're too drunk to say, "Vagina Now!"

The Whitey Special
A Hand Job

The Godfather S&M Duel
Safe words are for pussies.

~

 

Warped shook her head. Martina had worked so hard and for what? To be gunned down by some mafioso who didn't know what the fuck he was doing. What a waste! When was the time going to come where hard work was rewarded? When are the real criminals going to be gunned down rather than people like her? The mafia seemed to have it all backwards these days. Warped pushed her way past the tricks and went up to Martina's office. The door was locked. Warped got out her lock pick and was in within seconds. She went through the desk. Martina had done well, that was for sure. Completely frustrated, Warped used her lock pick to reset the lock and went downstairs. The tricks were looking at her strangely. She decided to tell them what was up.

Your boss will not be returning. She has met an untimely demise. Keep doing what you do. Someone will be along someone enough to take care of you.

With that said, Warped walked to the door and left. She was tired and hungry. She ALMOST felt like getting drunk. She looked around unsure of where to go. She meandered south for no apparent reason, without direction.

~ Welcome to The Corktown Cathouse ~
No freebies. No refunds.

Order Your Kink By Name

The Raoul_Silva Date
Gimp suit, handcuffs and high powered vibrators. Oh my!

The Jace_Herondale Double Date
Two hot and spicy red heads for the price of one.

The Captious3 Three Way
Hot cougars unleashed from the local coffee shop.

EAforAA's Mom
MILF with over 50 years of experience.

The SpikeSpiegel All Nighter
All tongue :P

The Good Old Days Circle Jerk
A good screw, but not as good as you'll reminisce about in five years.

The Cory_Chase Bromance
A bromantic trip to Brokeback Mountain.

The Bi Girl Experience
Your choice of any straight girl. Just add alcohol.

"Vegeta Meow!"
When you're too drunk to say, "Vagina Now!"

The Whitey Special
A Hand Job

The Godfather S&M Duel
Safe words are for pussies.

How much for a week of all of it?

Jace went to the place were he find solace when he is lonely and alone. He saw MaryJane crying , her face tear strain and her dress looks gaudy on her . He took her on his arms.

" Yes your sponsor is lying cold now, 6 feet under . But I am sure her legacy will keep on . When one of her kids opens up a place go and seek that person. She will be as ruthless and as money hunger as Martina. Pretty sure you guys will feel as if nothing had happened. " Jace sits at his fave spot and another trick sits on his lap while pouring his favorite drink. 

"We dont want to part with you Jace " the other trick coos while massaging his stiff shoulders. "No one is as good as you , look you even have your own name on the menu " 

The trick hands the menu to Jace , and Herondale looks at it solemnly.

~ Welcome to The Corktown Cathouse ~
No freebies. No refunds.

Order Your Kink By Name

The Raoul_Silva Date
Gimp suit, handcuffs and high powered vibrators. Oh my!

The Jace_Herondale Double Date
Two hot and spicy red heads for the price of one.

The Captious3 Three Way
Hot cougars unleashed from the local coffee shop.

EAforAA's Mom
MILF with over 50 years of experience.

The SpikeSpiegel All Nighter
All tongue :P

The Good Old Days Circle Jerk
A good screw, but not as good as you'll reminisce about in five years.

The Cory_Chase Bromance
A bromantic trip to Brokeback Mountain.

The Bi Girl Experience
Your choice of any straight girl. Just add alcohol.

"Vegeta Meow!"
When you're too drunk to say, "Vagina Now!"

The Whitey Special
A Hand Job

The Godfather S&M Duel
Safe words are for pussies.

~

 

"Do not worry I am sure you guys will go with the child of Martina when she sets up another of this place."