The dame had trouble running through her veins like petrol through a
out Chevy. She hung around the bars downtown, looking for anyone
her a drink. Her eyes promised paradise, but Micky made sure the
to Heaven on Earth was a quick feel before he sapped you. Pretty soon
word was out- drink with Dahlia and wake up with a cracked skull and
empty wallet. She and Micky drifted around from spot to spot, never
moving on quick enough. Micky made friends, useful friends. Dahlia got
hot under the collar, led them on and they had to move again. Only this
they really didn't move quick enough. Dahlia flirted with this trick,
seem like much special. The trick heated up, like steam was about to
from his funnel. Old Micky stepped up to give the trick the bad news,
the sap. Only Charlie the Knife doesn't let a little thing like a raging
hard-on stop him doing his job. Micky and Dahlia had messed around
many mobster in the last spot they played. Tonight, Charlie the Knife
here to educate them.
Charlie took out Micky like he was standing still. Blood everywhere, but
he'd live. Probably. The real argument was with the Dame. Micky was
muscle. Dahlia did the damage.
Dahlia had had men fight over her before, and Micky was a loser. This
trick, he had a pole in his pants that stuck out a Georgia mile. A raging
cock doesn't think so good. She was confident that she's twist him,
she'd twisted Micky. The knife vanished, and out came the ropes. So
to play games, games Dahlia knew how to win. She didn't struggle too
when he tied her up. Better to play along and go for the throat later,
he was really fit to burst a vein from the throbbing.
The barhounds cheered as Charlie strung her up and started to whip
bit of public humiliation, no great deal. When he was done he promised
he'd see her later... and walked out.
Dahlia was intrigued, I guess, by the way Charlie the Knife just left.
didn't usually leave Dahlia hanging like that. When she got free of the
ropes, she walked out the bar and headed for her hotel room. She
expecting Charlie to be there waiting for her. He jumped her as she
on the light switch, bound her to a chair.
"You got off lightly, bitch. Don't go crossing no mobsters, it isn't good
for your health."
He brought out the spiked paddle. That was going to make a mess. He
not to spoil her face... this time. But it would be a week before she
walk without wincing at every step.