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the room. As far she could tell from the dark blue, almost black, vests the men wore, all of these men must be part of the Trifecta.
Before long an inebriated man came and sat down beside her. He looked her over drunkenly for a moment. “Hey, babe. You new around here?” he slurred and smiled in what Jenny assumed was meant to be a charming way.
She smiled back, leaning her elbows back on the bar to accentuate her assets. His moving gaze told her this position worked for him. “Yeah, I just moved in nearby. Trying to see what the local scene is like, you know?” she smiled, keeping her tone cute and ditzy.
“Well you came to the right place. What’s your name?”
“Becci. With an ‘i’,” she giggled. “What’s yours?”
“Graham. Graham Beckler. It’s nice to meet you, Becci with an i,” he smiled, leaning in closer for a moment. She wasn’t sure if this was on purpose or because of the liquor. She swatted him playfully, which was enough to get him to move back a touch.
“And what do you do, Graham?” she asked, pouring on the sex.
“I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.” He guffawed at his own joke before looking at her seriously for a moment. “I probably would have to kill you so, no, I can’t tell you,” he said then leaned his elbow on the bar, still facing her. “What do you do Becci with an i?”
“Not a lot right now. Looking for a job, you know? But what do you really do? You’ve got me all intrigued now,” she asked, leaning in close to whisper the question. “I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you, sweetheart.”
Jenny laughed and swatted him again, her hand lingering slightly on his chest. “Try me,” she giggled. This is getting tedious. Maybe I should buy him a stronger drink.
“I’m part of a crime syndicate called the Trifecta,” he whispered.
Jenny widened her eyes in a perfect performance of surprise. “Really?” she gasped, her hand going to his chest again and staying there. His gaze moved down to her hand, placed delicately on his chest. She paused a moment. “Oh, you’re shitting me! That’s not nice; I was only asking.” She drew her hand away and picked up her drink to take a sip.
He considered her a moment, swaying ever so slightly, before leaning in to her ear, close enough that she could feel his breath.
“What if I weren’t kidding?” he asked, placing his hand on her thigh. “Would that turn you on?”
She gazed into his eyes, as he moved his hand steadily up her leg. She placed her hand on his to stop him before he got too far. “You’d have to tell me more to find out,” she whispered back.
Try as she might, she couldn’t get much more information out of him. He was drunker than she realized and kept repeating the same things over and over. But this was definitely the hangout, the place everyone came to chill. She did find out that Graham wasn’t very high up, that the Trifecta were going to run all of Miami one day, and she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. She tried asking about the leader of the Trifecta, what he knew about him, but all he knew was that it was some Asian guy whom no one ever saw apart from a trusted few. Apparently, the leader lived on North Bay Island, and he owned a big boat.
As he spoke, he gradually leaned in closer and closer until he was resting his arm against hers. His hand was still on her thigh, clamped under her own, but his thumb was free and gently stroking her… and it was making her skin crawl. Near the end of his winding, repetitive speech he broke off mid-sentence, leaned in close, and licked her ear. It wasn’t nearly as seductive as he thought, reminding her of preschool when boys would lick their fingers and poke it in her ear to give her a wet willie. Disgusted, she leaned away slightly, figuring she had gathered all the information she could about the Trifecta. Which
Before long an inebriated man came and sat down beside her. He looked her over drunkenly for a moment. “Hey, babe. You new around here?” he slurred and smiled in what Jenny assumed was meant to be a charming way.
She smiled back, leaning her elbows back on the bar to accentuate her assets. His moving gaze told her this position worked for him. “Yeah, I just moved in nearby. Trying to see what the local scene is like, you know?” she smiled, keeping her tone cute and ditzy.
“Well you came to the right place. What’s your name?”
“Becci. With an ‘i’,” she giggled. “What’s yours?”
“Graham. Graham Beckler. It’s nice to meet you, Becci with an i,” he smiled, leaning in closer for a moment. She wasn’t sure if this was on purpose or because of the liquor. She swatted him playfully, which was enough to get him to move back a touch.
“And what do you do, Graham?” she asked, pouring on the sex.
“I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you.” He guffawed at his own joke before looking at her seriously for a moment. “I probably would have to kill you so, no, I can’t tell you,” he said then leaned his elbow on the bar, still facing her. “What do you do Becci with an i?”
“Not a lot right now. Looking for a job, you know? But what do you really do? You’ve got me all intrigued now,” she asked, leaning in close to whisper the question. “I’m not gonna tell anyone.”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you, sweetheart.”
Jenny laughed and swatted him again, her hand lingering slightly on his chest. “Try me,” she giggled. This is getting tedious. Maybe I should buy him a stronger drink.
“I’m part of a crime syndicate called the Trifecta,” he whispered.
Jenny widened her eyes in a perfect performance of surprise. “Really?” she gasped, her hand going to his chest again and staying there. His gaze moved down to her hand, placed delicately on his chest. She paused a moment. “Oh, you’re shitting me! That’s not nice; I was only asking.” She drew her hand away and picked up her drink to take a sip.
He considered her a moment, swaying ever so slightly, before leaning in to her ear, close enough that she could feel his breath.
“What if I weren’t kidding?” he asked, placing his hand on her thigh. “Would that turn you on?”
She gazed into his eyes, as he moved his hand steadily up her leg. She placed her hand on his to stop him before he got too far. “You’d have to tell me more to find out,” she whispered back.
Try as she might, she couldn’t get much more information out of him. He was drunker than she realized and kept repeating the same things over and over. But this was definitely the hangout, the place everyone came to chill. She did find out that Graham wasn’t very high up, that the Trifecta were going to run all of Miami one day, and she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. She tried asking about the leader of the Trifecta, what he knew about him, but all he knew was that it was some Asian guy whom no one ever saw apart from a trusted few. Apparently, the leader lived on North Bay Island, and he owned a big boat.
As he spoke, he gradually leaned in closer and closer until he was resting his arm against hers. His hand was still on her thigh, clamped under her own, but his thumb was free and gently stroking her… and it was making her skin crawl. Near the end of his winding, repetitive speech he broke off mid-sentence, leaned in close, and licked her ear. It wasn’t nearly as seductive as he thought, reminding her of preschool when boys would lick their fingers and poke it in her ear to give her a wet willie. Disgusted, she leaned away slightly, figuring she had gathered all the information she could about the Trifecta. Which
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