Fat Sam's Grand Slam was called the liveliest joint in town. Speakeasies
were popping up every few seconds, but few lasted for very long. Their
dancers weren't pretty enough or a rival gang would come and destroy
everything inside or they didn't have enough cash to pay of the
authorities.
But there were two places that were always prosperous, that no one ever dared fuck with: Dandy Dan's Place and Fat Sam's Grand Slam. Located on opposite sides of town, the owners had been long time rivals and were always trying to one up each other. There was booze aplenty, beautiful showgirls, loud music, and completely embodied what the papers were calling "The Roaring Twenties".
But both speakeasies closed at dawn and wouldn't be opening again for hours, so the only sound at Fat Sam's was the scratching noise of the janitor's broom.
Fizzy swept the stage absently, allowing his mind to wander to faraway places. He was staring off dreamily as he cleaned the floor of the dirty stage, making a pile of wig hair and tassels and broken glass. It was too early for work, but he needed to show some initiative otherwise he'd never convince Sam to give him a job as a dancer. The sun had risen not but an hour and a half ago and the last patron had been dragged out through Pop Becker's bookstore and sent to fend for themselves on the liquor-free streets of New York.
The door behind Pop Becker's bookshelf opened and a tall, attractive man, in his mid twenties stepped through. His shining black hair was parted, but hidden under his trusty fedora. Even though he hadn't changed his suit since the night before, he looked as though he had just bought it. The dark blue with white pinstripes and a white handkerchief in his jacket pocket were spotless, even though he led the spontaneous life that everyone around Fat Sam's seemed to be sucked into.
Bugsy grinned at Fizzy, who had snapped out of his daze to look up at him. "Hey, Fizz." His voice always sounded as velvety and innocent, even though he'd seen things in his life worse than anyone Fizzy could think of. "Have you seen Blousey?"
"The new girl? Yeah. She went to powder her nose. She left her things here, so I figure she'll be back."
Bugsy pulled up a chair at one of the small tables near the stage. "She's got an audition, right?"
Fizzy growled softly. "Yeah. How come you never put in a good word with Sam for me? You know I can dance."
Bugsy grinned at him again. "Because you know I don't swing that way, Fizz. Don't worry about it. You'll to dance here sometime."
"Yeah. Sometime. Or maybe I'll just go try working for Dandy Dan." He sighed and waved goodbye lazily as he went to find a mop and bucket.
"Well, doesn't he just get more and more depressing?" A silky voice said from the stairs leading down from the dressing rooms and offices.
Bugsy didn't have to turn around to know who it was, but he did. Tallulah glided down the stairs, dressed beautifully in black and gold, three of her fellow showgirls in tow. He struggled to remember the girls' names.
The first, tall and tan, with dark brown hair that was unfashionably long. Loretta. He smiled. He'd met Loretta at Dandy Dan's place working as a lowly cigarette girl. She was pretty enough and couldn't sing for the life of her, bless her heart, but she was a good dancer, a sweet girl, and had nice breasts.
The second, shorter than Loretta and terribly thin with an ash blonde bob hidden under an expensive cloche hat. Dotty. Dotty had been a struggling ballerina/gymnast, who had been hanging around Fat Sam's, talking to Fizzy and showing him how to go into a backbend without falling. And this is how she earned her good word from Bugsy. Shit, she was flexible. Not excessively pretty, but. extremely flexible.
The third, short, young, slightly heavyset with short blonde hair. Tillie. She was cute and had been crying when Sam turned her down the first time. It made Bugsy's heart wrench just thinking about it. He couldn't stand to see a woman cry, even a young one like Tillie. He'd taken her to get ice cream and ended up back at his place. Cute kid. He thought.
And then there was Tallulah, who had been the first to welcome him to Fat Sam's. She was Sam Stacetto's girlfriend and milked him for all he was worth. She was gorgeous with dark shining hair and bright sapphire eyes. The only word Bugsy could think to describe her figure was "voluptuous". Her breasts were full and her hips were curvy, but her waist was narrow enough to make her look like a perfect hourglass. She had plump and pouting lips that were dark pink and almost always twisted into a beguiling, yet sarcastic smirk.
The first night he'd walked into Fat Sam's, Tallulah had been performing and he'd been completely taken with her. He'd found her after the show and given her flowers.
"You're sweet," She'd said simply, leaning in the doorway of her dressing room, dressed in her blue Japanese kimono. "What's your name, love?"
"Bugsy Malone." His hands had been shaking, something that hadn't happened to him in the years since.
"Well, Bugsy Malone," She stressed his name, making her voice seem even more throaty and seductive than usual. "Thank you for the flowers."
"Let me take you to dinner."
She chuckled. "Sure, tiger."
He'd taken her to some fancy French place and paid for them both and had to evade his landlord for a month because of it. And he hadn't even slept with her.
In fact, she was the only one of the showgirls Bugsy hadn't had a go with. Completely unattainable.
Fuck, I want her. He thought, as often was his thought when around Tallulah.
"Hi, Tallulah." He smiled.
"Hi, Bugsy." Loretta waved coyly at him.
"Good to see you again, Bugsy." Dotty tittered.
"H-Hello, B-Bugsy." Tillie's face was bright red.
Bugsy winked at her. "Hey, Tillie baby. You're looking good."
Her blush intensified.
Tallulah's lip curled slightly, as it always did when the other girls spoke for too long. "Okay girls. Beat it."
"Tallulah!" Dotty's voice was whiny and higher than Bugsy remembered.
"Get lost!" It was one of the rare instances that she ever raised her voice, and the girls knew to heed her and leave. They all gave Bugsy quick waves goodbye and rushed out through the bookshelf door.
She sat in the chair next to him, sitting elegantly, even at the little table. "I haven't seen you around much. What? Did you get a job?"
Bugsy shrugged. He wasn't the same kid he'd been when he'd met her. He could have any woman he wanted. He didn't have to show off for her. "I've been busy."
She gave an unladylike snort. "Yeah. With the new girl. You given her the Bugsy Malone stamp of approval yet?"
"Not yet."
Tallulah looked almost looked. relieved? No, that can't be right.
"Hmm. Well. I don't like her."
Jealous? No. Not Tallulah. "You don't?"
She scoffed. "Mousy and whining. Cries too much. She's weak. She'll never make it."
"Of course not. But that's what you say about all the girls here."
"Well, none of them seem to be going any place," She paused to smile lightly. "Do they?"
He laughed. "No, I guess not."
"You've got the nicest laugh, Bugsy. Did I ever tell you that? Makes your eyes light up."
He gulped, trying desperately to figure out her aim. "Careful, Tallulah. You're racing my motor."
She slid to the other side of her chair, leaning towards him. "And where's the harm in that?" Her mouth seemed even more full as she pouted her lips at him.
Fuck. No. Sam will be here soon and he'll use my bones for toothpicks.
"Tallulah," He started to protest, but couldn't think of anything to say.
She brushed her hands over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her subtly. "Come on, Bugsy. You want this. You always have. I know you."
He jerked back. "No. What about Sam?"
She pulled his hat off, setting it on the table so she could run her fingers through his hair. "Forget about Sam," Pulling him close again and rubbing his shoulders gently, she spoke in lower tones. "Come on, love. Just something quick." Her mouth brushed against his gently before she kissed him thoroughly.
It was as though his head was underwater and there was no way to come up for air. He closed his eyes from the shock of it and found himself kissing her back, pressing his mouth against hers, almost painfully.
Nothing seemed to matter right then. Nothing seemed to exist except his mouth tasting the sweet plum wine she'd always been so partial to, as his tongue spun in an inconstant dance with hers.
For a moment, his thoughts were sane and focused. He knew that he couldn't have sex with Tallulah, not in the middle of the speakeasy with Blousey due back any moment, with Sam upstairs in his office, with various showgirls coming and going. And then he felt her slide into his lap, making the wooden chair groan with their combined weight, and his thoughts disappeared in a mind-warping blur.
His hands traveled up her legs and rolled her stockings down to her ankles. Her legs were long and smooth and his fingers roamed over them gently. Without hesitation, he moved his hands up her loose dress, memorizing her curves, tracing the shape of each breast, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened buds of her nipples.
Tallulah smiled into his mouth, untucking his shirt and unbuttoning his trousers. She roamed his body brazenly, provoking him to shed any caution he may have been harboring. Straying from her mouth, his lips nibbled and kissed down her neck.
Without warning, she lowered herself onto him, enveloping him in her warmth and he gasped sharply from the shock of it. The shock wore off quickly, though, and was replaced by an wave of urgency that could have knocked him over. They moved together haphazardly, kissing and biting at each other randomly.
Tallulah let out a loud moan and Bugsy groaned after her, immensely pleased with himself. He'd never seen Tallulah really let go before.
"You're a dirty rat, Bugsy Malone!" A girl's voice shouted from over his shoulder. "A horrible. dirty. filthy. fucking rat!"
"Well," Tallulah's voice was as silky as always, even though she was still bouncing in Bugsy's lap. "Good to see you again, Blousey. Could you wait until we're finished, though?"
(A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter. Gotta love that whorey Bugsy, no? More to come.)
But there were two places that were always prosperous, that no one ever dared fuck with: Dandy Dan's Place and Fat Sam's Grand Slam. Located on opposite sides of town, the owners had been long time rivals and were always trying to one up each other. There was booze aplenty, beautiful showgirls, loud music, and completely embodied what the papers were calling "The Roaring Twenties".
But both speakeasies closed at dawn and wouldn't be opening again for hours, so the only sound at Fat Sam's was the scratching noise of the janitor's broom.
Fizzy swept the stage absently, allowing his mind to wander to faraway places. He was staring off dreamily as he cleaned the floor of the dirty stage, making a pile of wig hair and tassels and broken glass. It was too early for work, but he needed to show some initiative otherwise he'd never convince Sam to give him a job as a dancer. The sun had risen not but an hour and a half ago and the last patron had been dragged out through Pop Becker's bookstore and sent to fend for themselves on the liquor-free streets of New York.
The door behind Pop Becker's bookshelf opened and a tall, attractive man, in his mid twenties stepped through. His shining black hair was parted, but hidden under his trusty fedora. Even though he hadn't changed his suit since the night before, he looked as though he had just bought it. The dark blue with white pinstripes and a white handkerchief in his jacket pocket were spotless, even though he led the spontaneous life that everyone around Fat Sam's seemed to be sucked into.
Bugsy grinned at Fizzy, who had snapped out of his daze to look up at him. "Hey, Fizz." His voice always sounded as velvety and innocent, even though he'd seen things in his life worse than anyone Fizzy could think of. "Have you seen Blousey?"
"The new girl? Yeah. She went to powder her nose. She left her things here, so I figure she'll be back."
Bugsy pulled up a chair at one of the small tables near the stage. "She's got an audition, right?"
Fizzy growled softly. "Yeah. How come you never put in a good word with Sam for me? You know I can dance."
Bugsy grinned at him again. "Because you know I don't swing that way, Fizz. Don't worry about it. You'll to dance here sometime."
"Yeah. Sometime. Or maybe I'll just go try working for Dandy Dan." He sighed and waved goodbye lazily as he went to find a mop and bucket.
"Well, doesn't he just get more and more depressing?" A silky voice said from the stairs leading down from the dressing rooms and offices.
Bugsy didn't have to turn around to know who it was, but he did. Tallulah glided down the stairs, dressed beautifully in black and gold, three of her fellow showgirls in tow. He struggled to remember the girls' names.
The first, tall and tan, with dark brown hair that was unfashionably long. Loretta. He smiled. He'd met Loretta at Dandy Dan's place working as a lowly cigarette girl. She was pretty enough and couldn't sing for the life of her, bless her heart, but she was a good dancer, a sweet girl, and had nice breasts.
The second, shorter than Loretta and terribly thin with an ash blonde bob hidden under an expensive cloche hat. Dotty. Dotty had been a struggling ballerina/gymnast, who had been hanging around Fat Sam's, talking to Fizzy and showing him how to go into a backbend without falling. And this is how she earned her good word from Bugsy. Shit, she was flexible. Not excessively pretty, but. extremely flexible.
The third, short, young, slightly heavyset with short blonde hair. Tillie. She was cute and had been crying when Sam turned her down the first time. It made Bugsy's heart wrench just thinking about it. He couldn't stand to see a woman cry, even a young one like Tillie. He'd taken her to get ice cream and ended up back at his place. Cute kid. He thought.
And then there was Tallulah, who had been the first to welcome him to Fat Sam's. She was Sam Stacetto's girlfriend and milked him for all he was worth. She was gorgeous with dark shining hair and bright sapphire eyes. The only word Bugsy could think to describe her figure was "voluptuous". Her breasts were full and her hips were curvy, but her waist was narrow enough to make her look like a perfect hourglass. She had plump and pouting lips that were dark pink and almost always twisted into a beguiling, yet sarcastic smirk.
The first night he'd walked into Fat Sam's, Tallulah had been performing and he'd been completely taken with her. He'd found her after the show and given her flowers.
"You're sweet," She'd said simply, leaning in the doorway of her dressing room, dressed in her blue Japanese kimono. "What's your name, love?"
"Bugsy Malone." His hands had been shaking, something that hadn't happened to him in the years since.
"Well, Bugsy Malone," She stressed his name, making her voice seem even more throaty and seductive than usual. "Thank you for the flowers."
"Let me take you to dinner."
She chuckled. "Sure, tiger."
He'd taken her to some fancy French place and paid for them both and had to evade his landlord for a month because of it. And he hadn't even slept with her.
In fact, she was the only one of the showgirls Bugsy hadn't had a go with. Completely unattainable.
Fuck, I want her. He thought, as often was his thought when around Tallulah.
"Hi, Tallulah." He smiled.
"Hi, Bugsy." Loretta waved coyly at him.
"Good to see you again, Bugsy." Dotty tittered.
"H-Hello, B-Bugsy." Tillie's face was bright red.
Bugsy winked at her. "Hey, Tillie baby. You're looking good."
Her blush intensified.
Tallulah's lip curled slightly, as it always did when the other girls spoke for too long. "Okay girls. Beat it."
"Tallulah!" Dotty's voice was whiny and higher than Bugsy remembered.
"Get lost!" It was one of the rare instances that she ever raised her voice, and the girls knew to heed her and leave. They all gave Bugsy quick waves goodbye and rushed out through the bookshelf door.
She sat in the chair next to him, sitting elegantly, even at the little table. "I haven't seen you around much. What? Did you get a job?"
Bugsy shrugged. He wasn't the same kid he'd been when he'd met her. He could have any woman he wanted. He didn't have to show off for her. "I've been busy."
She gave an unladylike snort. "Yeah. With the new girl. You given her the Bugsy Malone stamp of approval yet?"
"Not yet."
Tallulah looked almost looked. relieved? No, that can't be right.
"Hmm. Well. I don't like her."
Jealous? No. Not Tallulah. "You don't?"
She scoffed. "Mousy and whining. Cries too much. She's weak. She'll never make it."
"Of course not. But that's what you say about all the girls here."
"Well, none of them seem to be going any place," She paused to smile lightly. "Do they?"
He laughed. "No, I guess not."
"You've got the nicest laugh, Bugsy. Did I ever tell you that? Makes your eyes light up."
He gulped, trying desperately to figure out her aim. "Careful, Tallulah. You're racing my motor."
She slid to the other side of her chair, leaning towards him. "And where's the harm in that?" Her mouth seemed even more full as she pouted her lips at him.
Fuck. No. Sam will be here soon and he'll use my bones for toothpicks.
"Tallulah," He started to protest, but couldn't think of anything to say.
She brushed her hands over his shoulders, pulling him closer to her subtly. "Come on, Bugsy. You want this. You always have. I know you."
He jerked back. "No. What about Sam?"
She pulled his hat off, setting it on the table so she could run her fingers through his hair. "Forget about Sam," Pulling him close again and rubbing his shoulders gently, she spoke in lower tones. "Come on, love. Just something quick." Her mouth brushed against his gently before she kissed him thoroughly.
It was as though his head was underwater and there was no way to come up for air. He closed his eyes from the shock of it and found himself kissing her back, pressing his mouth against hers, almost painfully.
Nothing seemed to matter right then. Nothing seemed to exist except his mouth tasting the sweet plum wine she'd always been so partial to, as his tongue spun in an inconstant dance with hers.
For a moment, his thoughts were sane and focused. He knew that he couldn't have sex with Tallulah, not in the middle of the speakeasy with Blousey due back any moment, with Sam upstairs in his office, with various showgirls coming and going. And then he felt her slide into his lap, making the wooden chair groan with their combined weight, and his thoughts disappeared in a mind-warping blur.
His hands traveled up her legs and rolled her stockings down to her ankles. Her legs were long and smooth and his fingers roamed over them gently. Without hesitation, he moved his hands up her loose dress, memorizing her curves, tracing the shape of each breast, rubbing his thumbs over the hardened buds of her nipples.
Tallulah smiled into his mouth, untucking his shirt and unbuttoning his trousers. She roamed his body brazenly, provoking him to shed any caution he may have been harboring. Straying from her mouth, his lips nibbled and kissed down her neck.
Without warning, she lowered herself onto him, enveloping him in her warmth and he gasped sharply from the shock of it. The shock wore off quickly, though, and was replaced by an wave of urgency that could have knocked him over. They moved together haphazardly, kissing and biting at each other randomly.
Tallulah let out a loud moan and Bugsy groaned after her, immensely pleased with himself. He'd never seen Tallulah really let go before.
"You're a dirty rat, Bugsy Malone!" A girl's voice shouted from over his shoulder. "A horrible. dirty. filthy. fucking rat!"
"Well," Tallulah's voice was as silky as always, even though she was still bouncing in Bugsy's lap. "Good to see you again, Blousey. Could you wait until we're finished, though?"
(A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter. Gotta love that whorey Bugsy, no? More to come.)
