I poured myself another shot after I slammed down the phone. My friend Sandy was driving me crazy with her nonstop phone calls. Like me, she'd always wanted to be a mobster's mistress and had gotten her wish. But she foolishly fell in love with the guy. I explained to her that he had to keep up appearances and would therefore never leave his wife for her, even if he felt the same way. I told her if she annoyed him too much, he would abandon her and find another side-chick to cut his coke. I figured she was calling him as often as she called me, so he'd likely dump her any day.
The thought gave me a sinister smile. Her guy's name was Henry—his black hair and blue eyes were enough to drive any woman wild. I decided to make a move on him the next chance I got. Sandy would hate me and Jimmy would kill me.
Even in 1980, Jimmy thought I (and his wife) had to be faithful to him. I got really pissed when I realized he only kept me around for sex acts he wouldn't do with his wife.
I arrived at the bar in this pissy mood. I sat in the corner wondering where my life had taken such a fucked-up turn. Maybe I should have listened to my mother after all. Being a housewife was boring, but far safer than screwing gangsters.
"Who needs whiskey when he can get drunk on beauty instead?" I smiled at the familiar voice. For all his patriarchal attitudes, Jimmy could still charm the panties off a rattlesnake.
"How are you, sweetheart?" he asked after we shared a long kiss.
"I'm just tired," I lied. Tired of your bullshit.
"Good, because I can only stay for a few minutes. Tommy and I have some business to take care of."
I sighed, knowing I would spend the night alone for the fourth night in a row. Oh well, I had purchased a rabbit vibrator for times like these.
Then, the object of my forbidden desire entered the bar. Henry and Jimmy embraced, then briefly whispered about some gangster shit.
"Doll, I have to go," Jimmy kissed me goodbye. "Henry," he pointed, "I don't have to tell you what happens if you corrupt my porcelain doll."
I bit my lip to keep from screaming while Henry laughed his glass-shattering laugh. Then he lit a cigarette.
"Can I get a light?" I extended a coffin nail towards him. The flame from his lighter engulfed the cigarette as my thong overflowed with wetness. The glow of the lighter highlighted his sharply handsome features.
I exhaled. "How's Sandy?"
"She's great," he replied too quickly.
I smiled and traced his knuckles with my finger. "That shit doesn't work on me, Henry," I said softly. "She calls you constantly. She knows where you go and always asks for you. You hardly get a moment's peace. When you finally visit her, she bitches at you the whole time. She acts like a whore, but she can't let a screw just be a screw."
By now his piercing blue eyes were penetrating my own. I smirked as his eyes fell to my heaving bosom. I laughed to myself, since the red number I was wearing came from a shipping trip I had went on with Jimmy's money.
"You know how Jimmy handles betrayal. He'd whack us both," he said as he stroked my blonde locks.
"Then we'll have to be careful. Fuck it, Sandy might whack us before he does!"
Henry laughed again. "My car's outside." Suddenly his mouth smashed into mine and his hands scrambled under the low back of my dress, searching for my bra's clasp.
He looked confused when I pushed him away. I rasped out, "Kissing you sure is fun, but I have other things in mind."
He smiled and took my hand. We rushed out to his car like teenagers on prom night. The car remained in the lot for the next two hours.