Trouble in Paradise

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Loud. The SUIT was used to loud scenarios, but not music. The SUIT hated music. Yet this was his normal routine, which entailed meeting up with his plug in this cacophonous club. Having a lot of money meant the SUIT could indulge in the more designer of celebrants. He was quite fond of cocaine, the rush of it made him feel like a God among men. Despite his distaste for this rowdy club he knew he would have no trouble obtaining his drugs here. Business as usual. This was not his first rodeo, but there was a caveat this time around. He was looking for another service. The dealer, Mikey B, had always boasted of being able to plug anything, usually weed and cocaine, but it was worth a shot for the SUIT to find his BLISS. A simple sexual favor, for a price happily paid. Problem was most of the internet strumpets he solicited weren't willing to indulge his fantasy. The SUIT needed to find the right one to accept his handsome offer. The cocaine dealer was worth a try, The SUIT was a loyal customer after all- a man who had always gotten what he wanted- someone who Mikey B would go the extra mile for. This was a simple business inquiry- an innocuous rendering of a miscellaneous service. He could write it off on his taxes, and the wife wouldn't even know of it. It wasn't even cheating as far as he was concerned (not that he was opposed to cheating, he did it often.) The SUIT didn't like being so out of place among the young party goers, but he could always find Mikey B here surrounded by the loud music and loose women. Maybe one of them would indulge him in his BLISS. He was never too pleased to have to pay a cover charge, but Mikey B didn't make house calls. Drug dealers were seldom professional that way. Not like stock brokers such as himself. He was pleased to find Mikey B where he usually sat perched near the bar. A few of the regulars conversing with him. A new looking bartender asked the SUIT if he wanted a drink. He ignored her. He didn't drink alcohol, it didn't mix well with the coke, and his wife didn't like it in the house. Mikey B was certainly no stock broker, but he did have a good sense of lucrative opportunities, which is why he immediately addressed the SUIT. Charismatic as ever, Mikey B would make a fine salesman in any trade, astute of him to do so in such a burgeoning market as drugs. High risk high reward, same as the stock market. The SUIT learned that the best way to be a good criminal was to hide in plain sight, a man could find few ideal places other than the Big Apple. Here they were in some flashy club in the city that never sleeps. The cocaine would certainly make that true for the SUIT. Mikey B was smart, didn't mix business with pleasure, even though he made the SUIT frequent this trashy place too far from his posh living accommodations. It was not ideal, but it was acceptable, especially if it meant he could find his BLISS. They went to the bathroom. It was big, and surprisingly not too disgusting, although the smell of stale piss and beer hung in the air. They were alone, the perfect moment for their routine transaction. He was a man of business, straight to the point. Get the mutual exchange out of the way, and then inquire about a possible second arrangement. The normal deal went quickly, and as usual. He had his cocaine, and Mikey B had his money. No doubt most of it went to some kingpin, but that didn't matter. Mikey B had connections. And so he made his inquiry. He said very straight forward that he was looking for a prostitute. He had no need for euphemisms. He made it clear to Mikey B that he was looking for one that would do anything, given the right price. He had a very specific need. His mouth watered to think about his BLISS. He would pay a king's ransom to be baptized in the fluids of his fetish. He was cautious not to specify his BLISS to Mikey B, of course, he was just inquiring about where he might meet a woman who could appreciate his very specific taste. Then he would have cash in hand. Whores were always more agreeable when they saw a stack of Benjamins. Mikey B seemed a bit quizzical at first. He laughed it off after a moment and thought. Mikey B was a man of unparalleled pride, to the point of hubris. He knew the plug didn't want to let down a loyal customer, and so Mikey B sent a text message out. He got a reply shortly after, and a prideful grin grew on his face. "Yeah, I know a girl. She isn't big time or anything, but I know she is willing to discuss terms over, you know, what it is and how much." And that was the conversation he eagerly awaited. A thankful goodbye, all business. Mikey B had a stern handshake. The SUIT was rather fond of him. He set out, back through the noise. It was hard to maintain a low profile being a SUIT among a bunch of underage drinkers. Luckily the bouncers were more concerned with the latter, and so he was never met with any resistance. He had the woman's number now. He texted her immediately after leaving the club. He wanted to set up a meeting as soon as tomorrow. He needed his BLISS. For now the cocaine would have to suffice.

SMOKE BREAK "Just another day in Paradise."__________________________________________

It would be a gluttonous night for the KING. He was pleased when the light's went out at the FOOD PLACE. Much better than any dumpster. He perked up to think of all of the lesser rats, the ones in the sewers, fighting for scraps. He was bigger than all of them. The KING had found his kingdom among the BIG ONES, just out of sight, or most of the time at least. He was able to sustain himself greedily on dry goods and cardboard at first. Eventually he grew big and strong, and even the BIG ONES were afraid of him. His presence had been sparsely contested, he was too elusive for the BIG ONES. What luck could a rat ask for in this city? But the KING didn't ask, he took to his heart's content. His hunger was nearly bottomless. He was the worthy, the one who beat the traps, and the BAD. He who fucked more rat pussy than any other lesser rat living in the subway. To the KING it was PARADISE. He was territorial, of course. The more rats that came here, the less plenty their would be for him. He didn't like sharing. This was his sanctuary from the cold streets, and it had been good to him. He was hopeful for tonight. Once the lights went out, he knew he was safe to indulge. There were a few times the BIG ONES came around after lights out to hunt him. They always failed. The KING was cunning, far more so than them, who haplessly tried to fool him with the BAD powder. He would sometimes invite a lesser rat to join in his feast. A sort of BAD taste tester. He would sit back for a while, and if the other rat died, then he ate the cardboard instead. The KING was too smart to risk his own stomach. Later he learned that if he ate only a small bit of BAD, he would feel sick, but after awhile it didn't affect him. The KING had become tolerant as he grew bigger than the others. The cardboard was no longer sufficient for his kingly appetite. He wanted to eat the FOOD of the BIG ONES. They could not stop his inexorable hunger. That was why he was the KING. Tonight would be different, he would indulge from the secured supplies of the BIG ONES. He was excited. His recent exploration had shown him a loose gasket on the COLD BOX. The best food was in there. He gnawed with his wicked teeth, until he could squeeze through the seal. A rat could fit in many places, the KING used this ability quite well. Now he would be rewarded for it. The COLD BOX was replete with the foodstuff. No cardboard tonight. He saw cardboard, he knew it contained food. There was a loose opened box on a top shelf, sort of hanging. The BIG ONES were not want to secure their goods. The KING was fond of food from the top shelf. It was a rare commodity for rat kind, but he was more than a mere rat. He deserved the richest of indulgences, and so the KING bashed into the metal shelf, dropping the poorly balanced box. It contained CHEESE CAKE. What luck the KING had! CHEESE CAKE was his favorite. He heard the BIG ONES use those words. Until now he had only gotten crumbs, but now an entire box full of the stuff before him. CHEESE CAKE. They even put one in the CAGE once, but the KING knew not to tempt fate. He would never fall for such a simple trap. He ate, until he could not eat anymore, and scurried away. All that was left of the CHEESE CAKE was the walnut garnish. The KING did not like walnuts.

SMOKE BREAK "Thank you for calling Paradise pizza."___________________________________

She couldn't get ahold of Screamin' Al. He was on vacation, but she could call Gustavo. The restaurant had been looking for a new hire for ages now. None of the girls that applied could keep pace. Tanya was desperate to find someone before Sunday. She hated working brunch. She had a bad habit of chewing her nails, usually painted them black as a deterrent, but it didn't matter now, she was stressed and over worked. She chewed on her cuticles as she tried to reason with the pizza man. She had managed to convince him to hire the next girl that came in. She had plans to see a concert, didn't want to work doubles all weekend long. She would be able to train a body, whether they stuck around or not. She usually didn't invest too much in the newbies. More often than not, one of the perverts in the back of house scared them away. She sighed. Gustavo didn't speak good English, she just hoped that he would be able to talk well enough to find someone soon. Paradise Pizza was notoriously understaffed. She was sick of being in the weeds by herself. She didn't even need to work. She could start an only fans instead of waiting tables. She wasn't willing to go any further than that though. Not like some of her friends. Selling ass was not in Tanya's wheel house, even if it was easy money. She opened her pack of cloves and lit one up, taking a long drag. Tomorrow she would have to work whether she needed the money or not, but fuck if she was opening Sunday. She was spiritual, didn't pray to any God, but to the universe itself. She prayed now, that Gustavo would find someone to cover her while Screamin' Al was away.