WARNING: This fiction is rated R for excessive violence, sexual content,
adult situations, and adult language.
DISCLAIMER: Tommy Vercetti and all other GTA: VC characters are copyright© Rockstar® and Rockstar® North. All original characters are licensed and owned by ~lardpig media~.
Chapter 1- It's a Livin'
"People wonder how I can kill without regret...my only answer is...I wouldn't be killin' if I was a pussy."
"Mister Vercetti sir, a few questions, just a couple of minutes. Is it true you killed drug lord Ricardo Diaz? And mob boss Sonny Forelli? Tommy.sir?" "Get out my face you paparazzi bastards." Tommy Vercetti pushed through the throng of reporters crowded around his small apartment in Ocean View. Following his alleged killing of Mafia leader Sonny Forelli, he had chose to hide in his apartment rather than stick it out in his mansion, where the Mafioso were sure to attack. However, the bastard press had smoked him out. He slid into his white Infernus, yes his, it was his reward for killing that double-crossing bastard Lance Vance. He revved his engine and screeched out his parking spot and took off in the direction of his Pole Position club.
.o0o.
"Tommy, Tommy, how are ya'! Well I guess you feel pretty good now that Forelli's out of the way eh Tommy." "Ken.shut up. If you open your mouth again, I'll rip your balls off and staple to your forehead. We're not out the woods yet, Sonny's men will be comin' for blood." "And that's why we celebrate now, before that happens," Avery Carrington entered the conversation. A young, attractive stripper waltzed over to the three friends' table. She was wearing a white cowboy hat and matching boots, with white stars covering her nipples. "Hey big guy," the stripper said, with a glance at Tommy. "Hey Trish, whaddya have for us tonight," Tommy asked, suddenly feeling better. "The 2 Cent Special," Trish answered, crawling onto the table. The men continued their discussion, with their eyes never leaving Trish's body. "So I figure it takes about 2 or 3 days for the boys up north to find out about Sonny's, eh, disappearance. We lost a lot of boys in the initial fight, but so did they, I think we can take 'em." The stars slowly slid from Trish's breasts. "Plus, you can kill 20 men by yourself," Ken added, drool dangling from his mouth. "I don't know how you do it Tommy". The stripper kneeled on Avery's lap, shaking her tits in his face. "People wonder how I can kill without regret...my only answer is...I wouldn't be killin' if I was a pussy," Tommy answered. "Besides, it's a livin'." Trish finished Carrington's lap dance, and stood to face Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, let's do something H," she hinted, holding out her hand. Tommy took the young girl's hand, and began leading her into the back room. "You guys have a good night," he called over his shoulder. "We will," Rosenberg answered.
DISCLAIMER: Tommy Vercetti and all other GTA: VC characters are copyright© Rockstar® and Rockstar® North. All original characters are licensed and owned by ~lardpig media~.
Chapter 1- It's a Livin'
"People wonder how I can kill without regret...my only answer is...I wouldn't be killin' if I was a pussy."
"Mister Vercetti sir, a few questions, just a couple of minutes. Is it true you killed drug lord Ricardo Diaz? And mob boss Sonny Forelli? Tommy.sir?" "Get out my face you paparazzi bastards." Tommy Vercetti pushed through the throng of reporters crowded around his small apartment in Ocean View. Following his alleged killing of Mafia leader Sonny Forelli, he had chose to hide in his apartment rather than stick it out in his mansion, where the Mafioso were sure to attack. However, the bastard press had smoked him out. He slid into his white Infernus, yes his, it was his reward for killing that double-crossing bastard Lance Vance. He revved his engine and screeched out his parking spot and took off in the direction of his Pole Position club.
.o0o.
"Tommy, Tommy, how are ya'! Well I guess you feel pretty good now that Forelli's out of the way eh Tommy." "Ken.shut up. If you open your mouth again, I'll rip your balls off and staple to your forehead. We're not out the woods yet, Sonny's men will be comin' for blood." "And that's why we celebrate now, before that happens," Avery Carrington entered the conversation. A young, attractive stripper waltzed over to the three friends' table. She was wearing a white cowboy hat and matching boots, with white stars covering her nipples. "Hey big guy," the stripper said, with a glance at Tommy. "Hey Trish, whaddya have for us tonight," Tommy asked, suddenly feeling better. "The 2 Cent Special," Trish answered, crawling onto the table. The men continued their discussion, with their eyes never leaving Trish's body. "So I figure it takes about 2 or 3 days for the boys up north to find out about Sonny's, eh, disappearance. We lost a lot of boys in the initial fight, but so did they, I think we can take 'em." The stars slowly slid from Trish's breasts. "Plus, you can kill 20 men by yourself," Ken added, drool dangling from his mouth. "I don't know how you do it Tommy". The stripper kneeled on Avery's lap, shaking her tits in his face. "People wonder how I can kill without regret...my only answer is...I wouldn't be killin' if I was a pussy," Tommy answered. "Besides, it's a livin'." Trish finished Carrington's lap dance, and stood to face Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, let's do something H," she hinted, holding out her hand. Tommy took the young girl's hand, and began leading her into the back room. "You guys have a good night," he called over his shoulder. "We will," Rosenberg answered.