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Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter 5, Part 1

5 – Acquisition

The next
morning, the staff of Ultimate Hustle were met by Natalia and her crew, with
their rush order for the girls’ bedroom. As they were setting up, Janice walked
in and noticed her lit cigarette. She slapped it out of her mouth, crushing the
holder under her heel.




“No smoking
in the building,” she said.




“You can’t
do that!” Natalia shrieked.




“I just did.
If you like, I can sue you for breach of contract and just keep every thing you
delivered. Unless you’d rather end up in a ditch with your face cut up.”




Natalia, a
Sicilian, knew hardball when she heard it, and declined to protest further. The
bedroom was quickly set up in silence, and a frightened Natalia and crew set
avoided any further contact with Janice.




Before they
left, Janique offered Natalia a position with the company.




“Natalia,
what do you make per year?”

“Seventy-five
thousand,” she lied.




“I’ll double
it.”




“For what?”




“Set design.
We have an option on the floor above us, another eight rooms. Plus we’re going
to be buying more properties, not to mention an apartment and eventually a
house.”




Natalia didn’t
have to think about it for long.




“Creative
freedom?”




“Of course,”
Janique said. “I love your designs. The bedroom looks great.”




“Then yes, I’ll
do it.”




“Tell Janice
you need the standard non-porn contract.”




“She scares
me,” Natalia confessed.




“Oh, don’t
be silly. She’s a sweetheart. I’ll come with you.”




They walked
into Janice’s office and Janique broke the news to her, eliciting an eyeroll
but no words of protest.




“May I use
the phone?” Natalia asked her.




“Of course,”
Janice said, her demeanor now friendly.




“Hello, Jim?
Natalia. I quit,” she said simply, hanging up.




“Cancel the
contract and give her a budget,” Janique told Janice.




“No problem.
Welcome to the family, Natalia.”

###

“Chris?”




“Yes, love?”




“Buy me the
computer store.”




“Sure.”




He called
Lawndale and got Dana on the phone.




“Yes, hi. I
need the number for the owner.”




“I’m afraid
I can’t give you that information.”




Chris hung
up and got the keys to the Camaro.




“I’ll be
back.”

###

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Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter 4

4 – Lawndale

The next day, Chris, Janique and the girls arrived to find
Janice already at work. She served coffee and scones, and Janique noted that
the scones were from a bakery in London. What she didn’t realize was that they
were in fact from Queen Elizabeth’s favorite baker.

The girls sat patiently on the couch for a few hours, then
Lateesha announced, “We’re bored.”

“I’m sorry,” Janique said. “We haven’t run any ads, yet.”

Janice overheard the exchange.

“You know, Janique, there are these things called computers
now. They’d really help us run the office, and just maybe alleviate boredom.”

“I hear you, Janice. Tell Natalia we have a rush order. I
want a bedroom for the girls. Princess stuff, double bunk beds, t.v., radio.”

“I’ll call her now. And I put money on Tokio’s books.”

“Great. I’m taking the girls computer shopping. I’ll pick
one up for you, too.”

“Yay!” the girls exclaimed in unison.

“And run an ad, Janice. We need to put these girls to work.
Something along the lines of ‘Ever wanted to fuck a porn star?’”

“Variety will never run such an ad. I’ll clean it up.”

“Thank you, Janice.”

“Come on, girls. Chris, be good.”

Chris nodded over his newspaper, and the four piled into the
Camaro.

In Lawndale, they saw a sign, Creative Computers, and pulled
over. Inside was a slight young man wearing a turban. When they walked in, he
shouted, “This is not a lending library!” at them with an accent.

When Janique looked puzzled, he added, “Pack six?”

Lateesha walked over to the counter.

“Hey, what makes you think I won’t cut you? Pakistani bitch.”

“Woah, woah,” he said, pulling off the towel he had on his
head. “I was just kidding. My name’s Dana. How can I help you folks?”

“We need computers, Dana. Today.”

“Business or pleasure?”

“Both,” Janique said. “Although our business is pleasure.”

“Well, we have a complete line of business computers over
here, for starters.”

He led them to a line of green and amber-screened monitors.

“Great. We’ll take four of your top of the line business
computers.”

“Wow. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“So, four of everything? Printers, modems?”

“What’s a modem?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. But my brother is real big on
them.”

“Your brother?”

“Yeah. He’s at lunch, but he’s the brains of the outfit.”

“Four modems, then.”

“We like brains,” Gia said.

“Yeah,” Lateesha added. “Smart boys are sexy.”

“Hey, I’m smart, too,” Dana said. “I just put it all into
being funny.”

“You are pretty
cute,” Lateesha said, making him blush.

A colorful display caught Janique’s eye, and she asked, “What’s
that?”

“Oh, that’s a Commodore Sixty-four. It’s for games, mostly.”

“We love games. Give us two of those, too.”

“Thank you, mommy,” Lateesha said.

“How about I throw in five free games,” Dana asked.

“Yay, Dana,” Gia said.

“Look,” Lateesha said. “Donkey Kong.”

“And Pac-Man,” Mia added.

“Those are good, but I have to tell you, having played it,
there’s no donkey.”

“What else do you recommend?”

“Impossible Mission is really cool. My brother says there’s
a bug in it, so it really is impossible.”

“I love a challenge,” Janique said. “What else?”

“Paradroid kicks ass. We love that one. He also plays
Hitchhiker’s Guide.”

“What’s that?”

“A text adventure. It’s like reading a book, but you make
all the decisions.”

“Sounds cool.”

“It is. Anything else?”

“Not unless you think of something.”

“Great. I’ll start gathering everything together.”

“We should make a movie here,” Mia told Janique.

“Yeah,” Lateesha said. “We could call it ‘Joysticks’.”

As Dana worked, Brad, his brother, walked in.

“Hey, Dana.” Noting the scantily-clad females, he added, “What’s
going on?”

“Oh, I was just about to give away the store. I’m glad you’re
here.”

He handed Brad the list of components, and his eyes grew
wide.

“Hi, I’m Janique. We’re high-priced whores. How’d you like
to have sex with four girls for a discount?”

“Hey,” Dana said. “What about me?”

“I’m flattered,” Brad said. “But I have a girlfriend.”

“So/”

“We’re engaged.”

“Oh, Brad. That’s sweet. Okay, no discount, then.”

Dana looked crushed. “I threw in five games.”

“Then you get a kiss from each of us,” Janique said, kissing
him first. Lateesha followed, then the twins kissed his cheeks at the same
time.

Brad totaled the purchases.

“So what’s the damage?” Janique asked.

“Um, it’s a little over fifteen thousand, all told.”

She pulled a roll of hundred dollar bills from her purse and
peeled off twenty of them.

“Do you do delivery and set-up?”

“Sure. I can do it tomorrow.”

“Great. Keep the change, then.”

“I can’t do that. I usually charge two hundred per computer.”

“Can you write a database?”

“Sure.”

“Then apply the rest toward authoring one for us.”

“Wow.”

“My assistant, Janice, will work with you on it.”

“I don’t know what to do with that kind of money.”

“Are you going to school?”

“Yes. I’m going to be an electrical engineer.”

“Then use it for tuition. And take your girlfriend out to
dinner. Don’t bring a book.”

“I will. Thank you.”

“Brad, how would you like your own software company?”

“I’d love one. How did you know I write games?”

“Lucky guess.”

“My real passion is hardware design, though.”

“Well, it just might happen for you. Hang in there.”

“Thanks. I will.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Bye,” Janique said.

“Bye, Brad,” the girls said together.

Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter 3

3 – Payback

Payback arrived soon after Natalia and her crew left for the
day. He was a clean-cut and well-dressed black man of about twenty-six. In tow
was a somewhat shiftier character who didn’t speak.

Janice buzzed Chris.

“A Mr. Payback to see you, sir.”

“Send him in.”

“Next door on the left,” Janice told him.

He knocked briefly and then walked into Janique and Chris’s
office.

“Mr. Payback, I presume,” Chris said.

“Chris motherfucking Turner.”

“Eh?”

“I did some checking through the prison grapevine. You’re a
legend. Escaped from federal prison and got off. Japanese porn star, hired
killer.”

“That’s all behind me, now. It’s Tokio I’m focused on.”

“Of course, man. Me, too. That’s my uncle.”

“No shit?”

“I shit you not. So what’s the case?”

“You won’t believe it. Production of child pornography and
murder.”

“Bullshit.”

“Serious. It was a seventeen year-old with fake credentials.”

“That makes sense. And the murder charge?”

“Beat a dude to death in lock-up.”

“Convicted?”

“Not yet. I think we can claim self-defense.”

“My thoughts exactly. People who fuck with kids are constant
targets in there.”

“Rightly so.”

“So what’s the plan? I’m still in law school. I can’t
legally mount a defense.”

“No, but you can work with our lawyers. They say the case is
too politically sensitive for a bribe.”

“I’m good at defense, but honestly, my specialty is contract
law.”

“For your uncle?”

“For my uncle I’d do anything.”

“Great. Say, I have a contract that could use some shoring
up. What are your fees?”

“Like we say on the message boards, IANAL.”

“Huh?”

“I am not a lawyer. I risk my future career if I charge for
legal services.”

Janique broke in. “How’d you like to be on retainer?”

“Same deal.”

“How big is your dick?” she asked.

“What?”

“Kidding. But we can pay you as a porn star.”

“That’s what y’all do?”

“Ultimate Hustle,” Janique said.

“But that’s what got Toke busted.”

“Exactly why we need a cunning legal mind on our team.”

“What sort of money are thinking about? You realize I would
help Tokio for free.”

“We pay our performers a hundred and fifty thousand a year,”
Janique said.

“Whoa. At that rate, I’d have little incentive to stay in
school.”

“We’re very contract-centric. There will be negotiations
with distributors soon. We need airtight contracts.”

“Hmm. I’m not really comfortable with that kind of money,
honestly.”

“We,” Janique said, “are not comfortable paying you less.”

Payback sighed.

“I guess if you two crazy white folks want to pay me that
much, I’d be a fool not to take it.”

“Who’s your silent partner?” she asked.

“Domino,” Payback said. “Domino? Ball.”

He pulled five bindles from his pocket and threw one to
Chris.”

“Peruvian blue flake,” Payback said. “This one’s on me. They’re
a hundred after that.”

“Cool. We don’t do it often, but we’d like to celebrate,”
Chris said.

“I’d be careful. That stuff is poison to a relationship.”

“Not for us,” Janique said. “We have superlove between us.”

“If you say so.”

“I do. And what I say goes. So, you get an office, a salary,
and we work around your school schedule.”

“And we get my uncle free?”

“Promise,” Janique said.

“Can you really say that?”

“A promise from Janique is just shy of a promise from God,”
Chris said.

“Wow. I’m in, then.”

“Cool. What do you want in your office?”

“All I need is a phone and a desk. Maybe some shelves. I
have a ton of law books that are taking up way too much space in my apartment.”

Janique hit the intercom.

“Janice, call Natalia and tell her to add a law office to
her task list.”

“Done,” Janice said. “And I have the top three distributors
for you.”

“Thank you, Janice.”

Penultimate Hustle: L.A. - Chapter 2

2 – The Twins

Gia and Mia were identical blonde twins, b-size, d-cup, trim
and gorgeous. They arrived to their audition, contracts in hand, ten minutes
late. This was a bad sign to Janique, who let the event pass unremarked.

Gia offered apologies while Mia simply said, “Parking
issues.”

“Well, you’re here now. Did you girls read your contracts?”

“Yes, ma’am. Very generous,” Gia said.

“Yeah,” Mia added.

“Well, let’s get on with the audition, unless you have any
questions.”

“No, ma’am,” Gia said.

Janique stuck her head in Janice’s office.

“Hold my calls. We’re going to audition the hell out of Mia
and Gia.”

“Have fun,”

She led the girls into her office, which had been supplied
with a couch. Even Chris grew mildly interested at the sight of them, and put
his magazine down.

When the door closed, Janique said, “Strip,” and began
undressing. Chris followed suit, and Gia quickly tossed her clothes in a pile
in the corner, standing in perfect slave posture, arms down, palms pointed
outward.

Mia, on the other hand, took her time, folding her clothes
neatly and placing them on the desk. When she had finished, Chris stepped
forward eagerly, and Janique said, “In your chair.” Her intention was to
torture him for the first half by making him wait.

She attacked the girls with ferocity, pushing them down onto
the couch and attending to both at the same time, kissing one and then the
other, and mauling their tits, Then she slid to the floor in front of them and
forced their legs open.

Janique slid three fingers into each, and alternated between
licking their pussies. Gia was the first to orgasm, followed shortly thereafter
by Mia.

While the two lay back exhausted and panting, Janique said
to Mia, “Now eat your sister’s pussy.”

“What? I can’t do that.”

“Twin porn is going to be huge. Do it.”

“I just can’t.”

Janique retrieved her purse and put a thousand dollars on
the desk.

“Gia, I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you dominate your
sister.”

Mia looked alarmed, and a small grin played across the face
of Gia, who looked thrilled to have the chance at a bit of payback on her
high-maintenance sister.

She rose from the couch and grabbed her arms, forcing them
behind her back and kissing her roughly against her will. Then she placed one
leg on the couch and grabbed Mia’s hair with both hands.

“Eat my pussy, you bitch,” she said, pushing her face into
her bare snatch. Mia relented and began licking and fingering Gia. The
essential wrongness of the act quickly brought her to a second orgasm. Then she
shoved her back onto the couch and reciprocated.

Soon, Mia shuddered with convolutions herself and collapsed
in a heap, sweating.

“See?” Janique said. “We’re all sisters at Ultimate Hustle.
You may rise,” she told Chris.

He stood, and Janique led him by the hand to the center of
the couch. He sat, and the girls, their inhibitions now lost, doubled up on
Chris, kissing each other as they licked his balls and sucked his cock in turn.

Janique was putting on a strap-on, and said, “Mia, lick his
ass.” When she was ignored, she said, “Gia…”

Gia forced her sister’s mouth onto Chris’s asshole and
pushed at the back of her head.

“Good girl,” Janique said.

She positioned Gia on Chris’s cock facing forward, and then
began fucking Mia from behind as she rubbed her own pussy.

Superstar Chris Turner didn’t last long. When he pulled out,
all three girls gathered around him for a faceful of cum. Janique made the
twins lick her and Chris clean, and then each other.

When they had finished, Gia said meekly, “How did we do?”

Janique lay back, eyes half-closed.

“Oh, safe to say you got the job.”

“Yay!” Gia said.

Everyone got dressed and Janique got their contract packets.
With a Sharpie, she wrote ‘Perfection’ on one, and ‘Useless’ on the other, and
placed them on the desk. When Mia predictably reached for the one marked ‘Perfection’,
Janique said, “No, that’s Gia’s.”

“But…”

“No buts. Unless you want to shoot an anal movie today.”

“Okay, okay. Useless. Fine.”

“Thank you, Janique,” Gia said, hugging her. “That was
great.”

“No problem. I’ll see you two girls in the morning, nine
a.m.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

In the ultimate act of cruelty, Gia peeled off a single
hundred dollar bill and handed it to her sister.

###

A still damp Janique entered Janice’s office.

“Ugh, this place needs a shower. How’d we do finding a
decorator?”

“I found the company I’d like to use. Where do we start.”

“Get them in here to brainstorm with us.”

“How’s this afternoon?”

“That’d be great. Also, get a Mr. Payback on the line for
Chris.”

“Will do.”

A few minutes later, Janice buzzed him on the intercom.

“A Mr. Payback for you, sir.”

“Thanks, Janice.”

Chris pressed the button for line one.

“Hi, Payback? My name is Chris Turner. I did time with
Tokio.”

“Tokio?”

“Tokio Jones.”

“I know who you mean. There’s only one Tokio, man. I just
didn’t know he did time lately.”

“He is doing
time. He’s also crippled.”

“Get the fuck outta here.”

“Serious. Broken back. He’s getting an operation to repair
it.”

“Thanks for the bad news.”

“He had me call because he wants you on his defense team.
Also, I could use legal advice.”

“Man, I’m still in law school. But if I can help Toke, I’m
down.”

“Cool.” Chris gave him the address and said, “Can we meet to
discuss specifics?”

“Any time, Mr. Turner. A friend of Tokio’s is a friend of
mine.”

“How’s three?”

“At three I have class. I can be there at four-thirty.”

“Great. I’ll see you then.”

“One more thing. Can you get any cocaine?”

“Sure thing. I’ll bring you a ball.”

“Excellent.”

“Peace.”

###

Mia and Gia were sent off to meet up with Lateesha, who was
still working on the package. A small army of designers arrived shortly
thereafter, led by a surly but beautiful Italian woman, Natalia, who
perpetually had a cigarette holder clenched between her teeth.

Natalia spoke a version of English that seemed exclusive to
French and Italian girls.

“Vut do you need?” she asked Janique, ignoring Janice
entirely.

“Well, we’d like our offices to look like real offices. The
kitchen needs work. I want the bathroom expanded to include a bidet and shower.
I need a bedroom for my girls. Eventually, a nursery.”

“A nursery. Don’t you make porno?”

“Our employee benefits package is very comprehensive.”

“I see. Budget?”

“Oh, fifty thousand or so. I want things to be tasteful and
functional. After all, this is our home away from home. If it works out, I’ll
also have you decorate our apartment. Plus there are more rooms to remodel down
the line.”

Natalia sniffed. “No problem. Two weeks.”

Her group roved the halls, taking measurements and
photographs until she was satisfied.

“Janice,” Janique said. “Get me the numbers for the top
three porn distributors in the country.”