Omerta: Gangster's Paradise, A Jonny Wolf Yarn
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				Title: <strong>Omerta: Gangster's Paradise, A Jonny Wolf Yarn</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 17:55:52</strong>
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				This is a thread in the Omerta group game between Chelemar, midnight diamond, and Lord Mayerling. This particular thread covers the story of Jonny Wolf, played by Lord Mayerling.<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Jonny Wolf sat backwards on a round-seat chair, his forearms folded over the blackwood bridge back. There was a lit, smoke-whisping cigar in his right hand; the third of the night. It was well past 4am, and the girls were exhausted. "Fingers" Malone, providing the piano accompaniment to the rehearsal, had long since lost his verve. His girl wasn't a hundred percent anymore either, he could tell. But they still weren't good enough. The question was, were they ever going to be good enough. He brought the cigar to his lips, the tip budding orange as he took a long draw. "Again, ladies. Again," he demanded. <br><br>There were mutterings and complaints from the women on stage, and Gisella herself felt like dropping right where she stood. They had been practicing the same number for hours, and if Gisella didn't get some sleep soon, she wouldn't be in top form for the evening. Wetting her throat with a long sip of water, she squinted into the hot spotlights that beat down on her. "Jonny," she said, exhaustion lacing her tone, "it's almost five. We're all exhausted. Why don't we take a break, get some sleep and some food, and come back this afternoon to try again?" <br><br>&nbsp;"You think you're opening with that the way it is now?" He blew his smoke upwards. "I don't think so. I want it right. This is the opening number for this new place. It needs to hit with a bang. Now...do it again. From the top, Fingers."<br><br>&nbsp;Gisella's lips tightened with irritation, and she took another drink of water as Fingers played the introductory chords. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, Gisella started the crooning, jazzy number she would open with. She was beginning to hate the song, and if Jonny forced her to keep singing like he was, he wouldn't -have- an opening number, because she would be hoarse from practice.<br><br>"Work the mic, babe. Make it your lover." His words were entirely superfluous; Gisella was a complete minx on stage. "Ok girls, work it now. C'mon, work it! You wanna be back out there workin' the corner? Let's see some fucking effort." His voice was slowly beginning to rise with agitation. The cigar was again chomped between clenched teeth.<br><br>She performed the movements on autopilot, Jonny's words irritating her further. Casting a glimpse of her background singers, she saw the same irritation in their eyes, although they did their best to improve. Gisella knew they were all tired, more than tired, and tempers were beginning to run high. They needed rest.<br><br>Jonny leapt up from his seat. "No, no, fucking NO!" He slammed his fist down on the top of the upright piano. "It's not fucking good enough. You, sweetheart, think you could keep your eyes open? And you, have you been eatin' cheeseburgers all week? This is going to be the richest club in the city, ladies. You need to sparkle like diamonds. Right now you're just a bunch a whores off the street."<br><br>Gisella jumped, as did the other girls behind her, and Fingers abruptly stopped playing. Jonny's temper was ferocious, but Gisella had had enough. "Don't speak to them like that, Jonny," she snapped, "you've been working us all night! We can't sparkle at five-fucking-o'clock in the morning!" Fingers and the others on stage were dead silent at her outburst, and Gisella's heart was racing. What had she just done? No one spoke to Jonny like that. Ever.<br><br>He stopped abruptly, and took two silent steps towards her. He knew how to hit someone without leaving a mark, and he did so, with a sharp backhand to her jaw. "Don't you ever talk to me like that, understand?"<br><br>"Hey! Take it easy, Jonny," Fingers spoke up chivalrously from the piano bench. "It's late, the girls are tired is all, just relax."<br><br>&nbsp;Jonny looked back to Fingers Malone at the piano, and for a moment there was nothing but blood in his eyes. "This is my club, piano boy. You'd do well to remember that." There was a scream from Fingers and Jonny slammed the lid down on his hands, and walked back to his chair just as one of his deputies was coming in from the lobby. "Again, girls, again. You'll go all night if I want you to."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;She saw his intent in his eyes a moment too late to brace herself, and when the back of his hand met her jaw, her head snapped to the side, and she let out a sharp cry of pain as she stumbled into her backup singers. They steadied her, and Gisella cupped her throbbing cheek with one trembling hand. She shouldn't have done that, and wouldn't have if she hadn't been so tired. Tears glistened in her eyes, a few escaping to trickle down her cheeks, and she flinched as she heard Fingers scream. Assuring the other women she was alright, she looked over at Fingers and nodded. He struck up the first chords again, and Gisella sniffled softly, dashing the tears from her eyes as she approached the microphone and started to sing, hopefully the last time that night.<br><br>&nbsp;As Fingers struggled to play, the man that came into the club bent to whisper something in his ear. "What?" Jonny was clearly surprised by the news. "Tonight? When? Are you fucking kidding me?" He kicked the chair across the Club, flying into a rage. "Get out! Everybody out! Now!"<br><br>&nbsp;All sound stopped as Jonny exploded, and the girls and Fingers were quick to obey his roared order. Gisella fell silent as well, but didn't leave as the others did. She had come here with Jonny, and she would leave with him as well. He wouldn't have it any other way. With an exhausted sigh, she walked off the stage and moved to get another glass of water from the bar, patting the sweat on her brow away with a towel and trying to stay out of Jonny's way.<br><br>&nbsp;The Club was soon empty. Jonny stood tall next to one of the round Club tables draped in a pristine white tablecloth, and spoke towards the woman at the bar. His woman. "Mickey's dead...Vinny, too. Nic the Greek and his boys...Northshore Docks."<br><br>&nbsp;So that was it. Abandoning her water, Gisella approached him, although she didn't want to. It was always uncertain how he would be with her when he got news like this. Reaching him, she lifted a hand and caressed his jaw and cheek. "Oh, Jonny," she said softly, sympathetically, "I'm sorry."<br><br>He snatched her hand away from his face, and tossed her ass-first into a chair. "Don't give me that pity bullshit you fucking slut. It's their own fault they're dead. Unless, that is, Nic the Greek's girl told him something about what was going on down there. You remember Nic, don't you sweetheart? I'm sure you remember wrapping your lips around that fat cock of his..."<br><br>She yelped as he tossed her into the chair, one hand slapping down on the table to keep the chair from tipping. Her eyes widened as he blamed her and she started to protest, although she stayed seated. "What? Jonny, what are you talking about? I didn't tell anyone anything!" She went cold as he finished, accusing her of cheating, and her face flushed at the words that left his mouth. "Jonny," she said, tears in her eyes, "Jonny, I didn't, I swear! I would never do that to you--I love you!"<br><br>&nbsp;"Yeah? I'm sure you told him that, too." He yanked her out of the chair as he bent her over the table and crushed her breasts against it with his weight. "You get around, don't you, sweetheart. You've been talking to your old man about Northshore?" <br><br>He smacked her ass hard, then, with a powerful, open hand. Gisella gasped, crying out as he roughly dragged her from the chair and practically threw her face down on the table. She struggled helplessly against his weight, her dark hair spilling over the white table cloth like spilled ink. The sharp, stinging blow to her backside made her wince and yelp, tears springing to her eyes. "Oww! No, Jonny! I didn't! Please...please, don't!"<br><br>&nbsp;"No? This was his club...I bet he fucked you lots of times here...did he ever fuck you like this?" <br><br>He was pushing her down so hard it was like he was trying to push her through the table. He ripped open her dress with his hand and spanked her exposed ass again. Gisella screamed and flinched, her hips digging painfully into the edge of the table as he held her down. She couldn't move, her hands and arms splayed against the table and her tears beginning to trickle down her face again. The second blow drew another sharp cry from her, and she prayed there was no one left in the club to hear this. "Oowww! J-Jonny," she gasped, feeling a little breathless from being so forcefully pressed against the table, "Jonny, how many times do I have to say this--Nic was just a friend! There was nothing between us. Nothing!"<br><br>She could hear him unbuckling his pants behind her body. When he was really angry he used her. He raped her. The sound was all too familiar. "Don't gimme that shit. I know you're a slut. I know you worked the streets before comin’ here," he humiliated her. <br><br>Then he opened her legs. Then he was inside her. She was crying softly already, but at the sound of his pants being undone sent more tears down her cheeks. Her legs jerked as he kicked them apart and she gasped. "No! Jonny, please don't, I--Aaghh!" <br><br>Gisella wasn't ready for him, and his entrance hurt. Her fingers curled, scrabbling against the table cloth and bunching it in her fists. "Oww! Jonny--Jonny, you're hurting me!"<br><br>"Did Nic hurt you too, slut? You don't feel too tight." His cock pumped her as he continued to humiliate and use her. His huge hands gripped her upturned ass hard. "Did he rip you open?"<br><br>She sobbed, grunting and jerking against the table as he thrust himself into her, using her roughly. His words sent her humiliation skyrocketing, and Gisella grimaced as he gripped her ass. "N-noo...please, Jonny...please stop..."<br><br>"Tell me, slut...did he use you like this? Did he love you like this?" His thumb absently pulled her asshole as he hands spread her cheeks apart. "Did you betray me?"<br><br>Gisella's eyes widened, and she shrieked at the sensation as he prised apart her cheeks. "No! No I didn't betray you Jonny, I s-swear it!" she gasped. <br><br>The sound of skin against skin seeming to echo lewdly in the empty club. His cock pounded her. Hot ash from his cigar landed on her back as he chomped on it while he fucked her. "You still love him, don't you? You fucking whore. I know you still love him. You want him to walk through that door right now? So he can see you? So he can rescue you?"<br><br>"No, nooo!" she sobbed, twisting and gasping as she felt something burning against her back. "No, please Jonny...I...I only want you!" <br><br>Oh god, let him stop, she thought. Please let him stop soon. <br><br>He was grunting behind her, rough, deep. Then he was out, moaning as he came over her reddened ass, groaning as he released, hot against her skin. She felt the hot spray of his cum against her stinging ass and flinched, trembling and crying softly as he found his release. Gisella wished she could leave him. She had tried once. The punishment he'd extracted from her when one of his deputies had brought her back had left her sore and bruised for a week. He'd promised to kill her if she tried again.<br><br>He pushed himself off her. Done with her. "Get yourself off home, sweetheart. I need you looking beautiful tomorrow." <br><br>He buttoned up behind her, then tossed a five down on the table next to her. Cab fare.&nbsp; Gisella let out a soft grunt as he pushed off of her, leaving her to collect herself. Slowly, sore and sticky from his rough use of her, she pushed herself up off the table, reluctantly taking the bill he tossed next to her. She hated when he did that. It made her feel like the paid whore he always accused her of being.
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