Chapter 65

The three musketeers mirthfully entered the black limousine, sitting in the back seat, Simbe and Lisa flanking Gary.

The big driver, craggy face grinning, leaned through the open window separating the front seat from the back, sticking out his big hand.

“I’m Ed Richards, Theft.”

“Hi Ed, I’m Lisa. Glad that you’ll be along to help tonight, it makes me feel safer!”

“My pleasure, Lisa. I’ll look out for all of you tonight.” Simbe started giggling.

“What you going to do when us girls go to the little girl’s room, Ed?”

“I’ll be right outside the door, watching!” the big cop from Theft Division stated flatly.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun inside the door watching?” Lisa began giggling.

“It might, but if anything happened to either of you while I’m doing the body guard bit, Lieutenant Marston would have my balls!”

“Well, we wouldn’t want a conflict of interest then, would we?” Lisa giggled again playfully. “It seems like both us and the Lieutenant, want your balls.”

Ed grinned at the girls, shrugging his big shoulders.

“I guess!” closing the window between the seats, ending the conversation.

The black limo pulled smoothly from the curb, driving slowly over the black streets, entering the main traffic stream.

Lisa sat quietly in the back seat, enjoying the secure feeling of having the two big cops looking after her while she entered this adventure.

Gary, twisted, looking over his shoulder at the bright headlights following, and tapped on the glass at Ed.

The window slid smoothly down.

“We got us a tail!” Gary indicated the following car with his thumb over his shoulder.

“It’s four uniforms wearing plain clothes, in a unmarked, they stick with us all night too.” Ed stated.

“One pair will enter before us, and the other pair will stay outside. We really got coverage tonight!”

The area was getting more lights and neon signs, when Ed pulled over to park in front of the entry door of a cocktail lounge.

“First stop.”

The big driver walked around the limo, opening the door for the three in the rear seat, while Lisa observed the following car let off two men. Lisa watched them enter the building and turned to Ed.

“I guess this is where we start putting on a good act.” she calmly and quietly spoke to the driver and Gary.

“Here we go Mama, just bopping right on in. We act like we own the place, and you two just be quiet and look sexy.”

“I always look sexy!” Simbe giggled, strutting over the cement sidewalk, ass swinging slightly at the four entered the crowded cocktail lounge.

The blast of music hit them as they moved to find a table in the crowd, Ed’s big shoulders moving a path through the crowd for them to follow.

The crowded joint, smokey and loud, was filled to capacity, and Ed moved quietly to a table against the wall, where two men were sitting.

He leaned his big frame over the table, knuckles resting on the table top.

“Would you two like to get up and let the ladies sit here?” he asked cordially.

“Fuck off!”

The man wearing three heavy gold chains around his neck, shirt open to the waist shook his head at the big driver.

Ed unbuttoned the coat of his three piece grey suit, letting the material fall open, revealing a leather shoulder holster filled with a very large chrome plated pistol.

“Think again, asshole!” his voice soft and flat. “Move or I’ll move you, one way or the other! Gary and his girls want to sit here!”

The eyes moved to his big frame, his heavy weapon, back to his face, then both rose and left the table without a word. Sitting at the table, Simbe and Lisa watched Gary move across the dark hazy room to the crowded bar, talking to one of the bartenders for a minute, then returning to seat himself between the girls.

“Lisa whispered to Simbe, “If you see any of those cocks you wanted to suck here, just let me know, and I’ll help you get all of the cock sucking you want.”

Simbe giggled at her lewd blonde friend.

“So far, the only one I’d like, belongs to Ed.”

Lisa burst out in laughter at Simbe’s quick sexy glance at the big driver and body guard.

“Hell that’s easy. All you have to do is snuggle your hand in his lap a little bit, and he’ll be big and ready!”

“I’ve got news for you. I’ve already snuggled my hand in his lap, and he’s already all ready!” Simbe laughed as she looked at Ed. “And I’ve found out why they call him Big Ed.”

The big driver smiled sheepishly, as the lovely and lascivious dark wife smiled again at him, then turned beet red as Simbe moved her hand into his lap again.

Gary returned from the bar at the same time a blowsy cocktail waitress, one stocking snagged and torn at the calf, sullenly asked what they were having to drink.

Ordering, the three listened to Gary.

“I’ve given the bartender some of the cards, and he’ll pass them out, so just a quick drink here and we’ll be on our way.” “We never get to have any fun,” Simbe pouted. “We just got here and you’re taking us away already!”

Lisa laughed, “I thought we were supposed to entice some guy’s into making a play for our bodies!”

Gary laughed at the two would be hookers, leaning forward in his chair to talk at them softly.

“If you really want to be some help, then both of you go and give this card to the guy sitting with the lady at that table.” His finger jerked at the corner table. Lisa and Simbe glanced and noticed a well dressed male and a lovely red headed female seated and talking to each other.

“Who’s he?” Simbe asked her husband.

“That’s Joe the Pipe. He’s organization all the way. One of the big hoods here in Chicago. He been arrested about a hundred times, but never’s been convicted of anything. He’s about as deep in the racket’s as you can get!”

Ed nodded, “Theft, numbers, cards, gambling, drugs, girls, you name it, he’s in it! His real name is Joseph Callumo, and his father was in the rackets in New York until he got killed about twenty years ago!”