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Grand Theft Auto: The Vice of Vice City
Chapter 001: Warm Welcome
Vice City, Florida, a city struck by crime, drugs, and almost anything illegal you can think of. Ruled with an iron fist by a mobster, it's a place you wouldn't want to vacation at. A boat was heading to this place, but the lone passenger on the cruise ship wasn't here on vacation. Michael Tanner was here to see how his family was doing since he had left for San Andreas. But he was doing more than that. Everyone had an ulterior motive in this kind of world.
The boat docked, and Michael Tanner stepped off. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, green pants, and black sneakers. He was 35, and had short black hair. He pulled out his cell phone and called his brother, Richard.
"What is it?!" Richard snapped from the other end.
"Is that the Vice City welcome?" Michael asked.
"Brother! I'm glad to hear you've come to Vice City. It's been so lonely, I've only had the company of some fine women, wine, and of course there's always Ma, but you know how she gets..." Richard said.
"Yeah, man. Hey, can you come get me? I'll have to wait a day or two before my car comes in," Michael said.
"Right! I'm on my way," Richard said, hanging up.
Michael set down the suitcase he was carrying and sat down beside it, when two men dressed in black suits, sunglasses, and bowler hats showed up.
"Hey, you Michael Tanner?" one asked.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" Michael asked.
"A bullet," the second said, revealing a Desert Eagle.
In a flash, faster then Michael could dodge, five bullets were fired out. One scraped the side of his head, and blood flew down the side of his head, and two bullets went into his left shoulder. The last two just barely missed, hitting a propane tank far away, causing a large explosion to scare everyone away. The two gangsters smiled and walked away. The one that had fired the shot pulled out a silver cell phone and called his boss.
"Is he dead?"
"Si. Now, transfer the money to our account Mr. Robina, so we can get out of this rotten city."
"I'll transfer the money. Enjoy your stay in Vice City, gentlemen. Tell Mr. Messina to enjoy his stay in Vice City, and if he ever feels like coming to Little Havana, this never happened."
"Understood, Mr. Robina."
Te two hung up, and the men in black ran toward a parking lot, looking for a car to hotwire.
When Michael woke up, he found himself in a hospital bed. In a chair to the side, his brother, Richard Tanner, sat. Richard had dozed off, and had been looking after Michael ever since the incident. Richard was 40, and looked surprisingly old, but this may have been from the stress of his job.
Richard had black hair, but his had grown out to his shoulders, and a wore a blue blazer, a dirty white undershirt, old and worn trousers, and worn-out black suede shoes. Michael was amazed that any girl had dated Richard with his sense of style.
"Hey, Rich. Rich! RICH!" Michael said, snapping his brother out of his nap.
"What? I'm awake!" Richard said, looking around before noticing his brother was awake.
Richard ran up and hugged his brother.
"You're awake! Finally. I heard what happened. Anyway, I'm going to go get the nurse, she's a real nice girl, from San Andreas, like you," Richard said.
"You actually know her?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, when I was here, we started talking. If I didn't already have enough girls at the club, I would've asked her out," Richard said.
"Oh yeah, and exactly how much do you have to pay these girls at the club" Michael teased.
"Oh shut up, here she comes. Katie, he's up!" Richard said as a woman dressed in a nurse's outfit showed up.
This was Katie Zhan, a nurse from San Andreas. She had fair, light skin, and a slim figure. She had black hair tied into pigtails, and smiled at the sight of Michael.
"Hello, I'm Katie," she said.
"I'm Michael Tanner," Michael introduced.
"Anyway, the doctors are going to let you out in a few minutes. Your brother told me about the issues you two have with money, so if either of you need some medical treatment, I'll be willingly to do it for free. And, give me a call. I could do a...check-up, on you," Katie said, and both Tanners noticed what she had meant by 'check-up'.
Katie and Michael exchanged numbers, and in minutes, the Tanner brothers had left the hospital and got into Richard's black Tampa, driving away.
"Nice girl, right? At least one good thing came out of you getting shot," Richard said.
"Yeah, I should get nearly killed more often," Michael said sarcastically.
"I didn't mean that...I just meant...Ah forget it! Anyway, you have Katie, a classy girl for your arm. You should date her. Anyway, get rested up, relax, and come see me at the club, I'm management now, baby!" Richard said.
"Club? What club is that again?" Michael asked.
"The Pole Position. It's a real classy place too," Richard said.
"Pole Position? Isn't that some strip joint?" Michael asked.
"But not just any 'strip joint', it's run by a real Mafia-type guy! Name's Vercetti," Richard said.
"Mafia!? Dang it, be more careful with that word. If the wrong guys hear you work for Vercetti, you'll have more holes in you than swiss cheese!: Michael warned.
"Right, anyway, stop by the clubs, I know there are some girls who would love to meet you," Richard said as they approached a two-story house, where Richard parked the Tampa.
"This is your place? Nice," Michael said.
"Thanks, being management lets you afford some of the classiest places out there," Richard explained as they entered.
At the inside, they found a small lower level, where a kitchen, dining room, bathroom, den, and living room were. Upstairs were two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a small balcony.
"Nice, I'm gonna go ahead and take a nap in a bed that hasn't been used by sick people," Michael said.
"Right, I'll be at the club, just get a cab and tell him to take you to the Pole Position. Sweet dreams, brother," Richard said as his brother went upstairs, while Richard went outside, driving away in his Tampa.
Michael found his bedroom, with a HD-TV and a queen-sized bed beside a large window with a view of the ocean. He smiled, and for the first time since he arrived at Vice City, felt at peace.
Michael hailed a cab, and got into the back, the Slavic driver turning to Michael.
"Where to?" he asked.
"The Pole Position," Michael said.
The driver nodded and, when they arrived, they found a large club identified by the neon sign that read Pole Position. Michael got out and started to walk away, but the driver got out and blocked his way.
"You forgot pay," the driver said.
"It was on the house," Michael said.
"No, how about I give your girlfriend something on the house. I could always give her pay up the butt!" the driver said, pulling out a knife from his jeans.
Michael punched the driver in the face and stole the knife, stabbing the man in the stomach. Michael pocketed the knife and called 911, making up a lie about finding a man lying down, injured, in front of the club. Michael put up his phone and entered the club.
Michael entered a large lobby, filled with stages where beautiful women in skimpy outfits grinded on poles, or the laps of rich men in the audience. He couldn't find Richard anywhere, so he took a seat at an empty chair. He nearly jumped out of his skin when two soft, delicate hands touched his shoulders.
"You look tense. Come with me, I can fix it."
Michael turned and saw a tall woman behind him. She had dark red hair, and tanned skin. She wore a red halter top, at least five sizes too big and only held in place by a string around the bottom, with a scarlett-thong and matching stiletto shoes.
"You are?" Michael asked.
"Does it matter? You're a lonely-looking guy, and I'm a girl. Do the math," she said.
"I'm Michael," Michael said, expecting an introduction.
"You can use my stage name, Miss Understood," she said.
"Alright, Miss Understood, I guess I could go for some fun. Even if it is kind of desperate," Michael said, causing Miss Understood to pout.
"Desperate? I'm not desperate, I'm just doing a job," Miss Understood said, pulling Michael out of the chair, leading him into the backrooms.
Miss Understood pulled a key from her halter top and unlocked a door before throwing Michael onto a couch that sat in front of a pole. She turned and locked the door, sliding the key down into her shirt again. She walked up to him, putting her face close to his.
"You know, if you want, you can touch me. I won't tell," she said, touching Michael's cheek.
Miss Understood turned around and shook her butt in his face, grabbing the pole as she spun and danced around it. She stopped and undid the tie on her halter top, causing it to fall to the floor, revealing the see-through bra she wore beneath it. She stepped closer and sat down in his lap, grabbing him by the sides of his neck, bringing their faces so close they could kiss.
"What, I thought I said you could touch me. Go ahead, do whatever you want, I don't care," she said, turning before moving her butt up and down on top of his groin area.
Michael slapped the woman on the butt, and the stripper turned, smiling before she planted a kiss on his lips, sticking her tongue into his mouth. She broke the kiss, only to start leading a trail of kisses down his neck.
"You know, I could give you my card. So we could have a more private dance session," she said, grabbing hold of her bra, pulling it off to reveal the large titties she hid, and she giggled at his expression.
"I see you're more than surprised," she laughed, moving her hand down to his pants,"Now, let's see if you give me a surprise."
A knock on the door interrupted this, and they heard someone sliding in a key.
"Sorry, hun, gotta cancel the dance. But seriously, call me, we can have more than just a dance together," she said as she walked away from him, grabbing her bra and shirt before sliding them on in a hurry.
The door opened, and Richard stepped in, recognizing his brother and the dancer.
"My brother! I see you've met Rosie Underwood, or should I say 'Miss Understood'," Richard said, turning to the dancer.
"Yeah, we were in the middle of something, but you interrupted," Michael said.
"Rosie, you weren't getting too close to the patrons again, were you?" Ricahrd asked seriously.
"Of course not. Not after last time," Rosie lied.
"Yeah, we were just talking, and then she decided to dance for me," Michael said.
"Right, and make sure that none of the girls make him pay," Richard said.
"Right, boss. See ya, handsome," Rosie said, leaving.
"Nice girl, huh? You should date her and Katie, neither one'll know. And Rosie won't care. Anyway, let's talk about that later. Come with me, we got work to do," Richard said as the two brothers left the backroom.