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AP - Frankie Desalvo

No one had seen Frankie Desalvo outside of the ‘Family’; he was a man of mystery and had the town clowns in his pocket. If there was something illegal going on in the city, odds were that Frankie either had his hands in it or was getting a cut of the profits. It was rumoured that he ran his whole operation out of a back room in The Pink Pussycat Club and it was there that Angela and I were headed.

I park the car in the lot in front of the club; it was doing brisk business even for a weeknight. As I start to open the door a thought came to me. I turn to Angela and rest my hand on her wrist.

“Does capture scent affect you?” I ask. She looks at me.

“Only if you wish it to Samantha, and then only if you are wearing it,” she says softly, before adding. “I’m yours and no one will ever change that.”

I give Angela’s hand a squeeze and open the door. I’d been toying with the idea of packing the weapons into the club, but knew that even with my plan we’d stand zero chance of getting into the lion’s den with them. Walking round to the rear of the car I nod to Angela.

“It’s time,” I tell her. We both remove our trench coats and holsters and place them in the trunk along with the weapons. Before slamming the lid, I undo a couple of buttons on my shirt and reveal more cleavage. Turning to Angela I take the male scent and hand it to her before applying the female version to myself.

“Good luck love,” she says as she hands the bottle back. I watch her move closer and start to inhale the scent I’m wearing. “Mmmm, you smell good,” she says breathlessly.

“Good luck,” I say, returning her kiss, but as she snuggle up to me and nuzzles my neck, I stop her. “No angel, this scent isn’t for you.” I smile as she calms down and a pout crosses her kissable lips. I take her arm in mine and pat it gently. “Now don’t forget your part,” I say as we walk to the door.

“I won’t Samantha,” she says, putting on a bright and winning smile as we walk up to the doorman.

The goon looks as though he was cast from the same mould as Fat Johnny’s thugs. He holds his hand against my chest, stopping me at the door.

“Sorry ladies, I’m afraid this is a private club.”

I slide to the side until his hand is resting against my breast and listen to Angela’s sultry voice.

“Are you sure you can’t make an exception for us,” she says, moving close and caressing his cheek with her hand. “I’d be really grateful if you could do that for us.”

I smile and wink at Angela before turning back to the guard and gesturing towards the bushes to one side of the door.

“Why don’t you go over there and think about time alone with us,” I tell him. He just stands there with a dazed look on his face till Angela chimes in.

“Yes, why don’t you do what she says, and don’t stop until I tell you.”

She winks back at me, smiling as he moves off towards the bushes and a moment later we hear the sound of a zipper and soft moans.

Inside the club, we’re stopped by a pair of goons that remind me of Mutt and Jeff.

“Sorry sister, no women allowed,” says the one to the right; beyond him I can see the club. It looks like any other strip club with its cluster of center poles, around which several women are gyrating slowly, doing things I’d not have believed had I not seen them with my own eyes.

Angel moves in close and strokes both men’s faces.

“We have an appointment with Frankie,” she says. Dragging my attention away from the floor show, I add,

“It’s a surprise.”

The men’s eyes glaze over and Angela slides her hand down one of their chests.

“Why don’t you escort us back to Frankie’s office like a good little boy,” she tells him, before turning to the second guard. “You can stay here and think about your reward for being a good boy while watching the door.”

The man turns away and starts heading across the club. Taking Angela’s arm in mine we walk behind him as if this is an everyday occurrence. Behind us I hear the telltale sound of a zipper being lowered and giggle. Tilting my head towards her I whisper softly, “almost there my love, good thinking.”

At the far end of the club floor we stop at a door marked ‘Janitor’. The man knocks and pokes his head round the door.

“Visitors Boss,” he announces. From my position I can’t hear the reply, but the man says, “They have an appointment.” More words before he adds “it’s a surprise.”

Angela leans forward, “a surprise from the boys,” she says, and listens as the goon parrots her words.

After a moment more the man turns to us, “da boss says you can go in,” he says.

“Good boy,” replies Angela, “why don’t you stand guard out here so we won’t be disturbed with Frankie?”

Giving her a tight squeeze I walk into the office and stand before the most powerful man in the city. My mind locks up at my first sight of Frankie Desalvo; he is a she. Before I can stop myself I blurt out my reaction.

“A woman, you’re a woman.”

“Come on in Shade,” says Frankie, “and bring your friend with you.”

Looking at her, I’d never have dreamt she was she was the head of the city’s largest crime syndicate. She looks like a mirror image of the sex bots.

“Frankie?” I say, “you’re Frankie Desalvo?” She stands, walking round her desk hugging me first and then Angela

“And you are Samantha Shade,” she says, before glancing at Angela, “and friend. She looks back at me and smiles. “So to what do I owe the honor of your visit?”

I feel as though I’ve stepped into a cobra’s nest when I was expecting bunny rabbits.

“I’d like to ask you a few questions Frankie…if I may.” I notice her moving closer to me and inhaling the scent deeply.

“Sure Samantha…but first…I love that perfume you…” Her eyes widen as she realises her danger. “Capture scent,” she whispers before diving for her desk.

Moving fast Angela and I stop her in her tracks. I smile as I hold her struggling form.

“No, don’t fight it Frankie…relax and be my good girl…be my good girl.” I repeat my mantra over and over again, stroking her face gently as I do so. “Good girl, be a good girl Frankie.”

Slowly she relaxes and begins to repeat my mantra, “good girl,” she says, relaxing and moving into my arms moaning with pleasure.

I guide her over to one of the chairs and sit her down before sitting beside her.

“You saw a man named Alvin Williams didn’t you?” I say. She nods, looking at me with a dreamy expression on her face. Looking up at Angela, I find myself wondering whether I looked that way when under the influence. “Why did you see him?” I asked. “Why did you see him Frankie?”

She smiles, and starts to giggle like a schoolgirl. “Because I wanted to.”

I scowl at her, the last thing I needed at that point was bullshit.

“Why did you want to see him Frankie?” I asked her again.

“He was supposed to have the perfect robot.” She looks at me, pouting. “Only he didn’t. It was all fake, a con job to get money.” She pouts a little more. “I could have been rich.”

“What did you do to him when you learned the truth?” I ask, taking another look at Angela. I was worried about what might happen if she found out Alvin was feeding the fishes.

“I kicked him out.”

“He left with a Rachel9 unit,” I said, not believing her. “You know that to make me happy you have to tell the truth don’t you Frankie?”

She looks at me with those big doe eyes of hers. “He rented the unit and left,” she says.

I move across to Angela. “What do you think?” I ask her. Frankie is sitting there looking at me with devotion in her eyes, “and what do we do with her now?”

Angela looks from me to Frankie, “I think…I think she’s telling the truth, as far as she knows.” Her eyes switched back to mine slowly, “doesn’t she look a lot like the dancers?” she says.

I smile at Angela and give her a quick kiss before turning to Frankie.

“Take off your clothes,” I tell her. As she strips down I look her over. My first thought was correct, either Frankie was the model for the Rachel9 units or she’d had plastic surgery to make herself look like one of them. I rest my hands on either side of her face. “You’re in for a treat,” I tell her.

Frankie smiles up at me and nuzzles my hands with her face as though she were a cat and listens carefully.

“You are a Rachel9 unit…living only for pleasure,” I tell her, moving one hand to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. “When the club closes you will come back here and go to sleep.” I smile as she nods at my words. “By day you will be Frankie Desalvo and by night Rachel9.”

Frankie smiles and repeats my words, “Day Frankie Desalvo, night Rachel9.”

Nodding, I agree. “That’s right, day Frankie, night Rachel9.”

I look around for a cloth and, not able to find one, lift my skirt and remove my panties. ‘Skirt?’ I think to myself and flash a questioning look at Angela. All I get in return is a smile. “Never mind,” I think to myself, I’ll have to deal with that later.” Taking the female scent I spray the crotch of my panties and hand them to Frankie.

“Here,” I say, “smell them…worship them.”

Frankie rubs the panties over her face, nuzzling them and absorbing their scent as I continue with her instructions.

“Every night at 9.30, I want you to make sure you’re alone. When you are alone you will worship the panties I’ve given you so you can become Rachel9.” Frankie nods as she holds the panties to her face. “Good girl,” I tell her. “Now get dressed and put the panties somewhere safe.”

Frankie gets dressed, walks round behind her desk and opens a floor safe, taking a last nuzzle at my panties before locking them away. “When 9.30 strikes, remember what you must do,” I tell her. Turning to Angela I ask her quietly. “What do you think my love?”

Angela nods and raises a finger. “One more thing,” she says, turning towards Frankie and speaking her name. “Frankie, you will remember Samantha coming and talking to you, but you didn’t help her and sent her packing.” She pauses a moment before adding, “Do you understand?”

Frankie looks at me and I nod my agreement. In her normal tone of voice she says,

“Look Shade, I got nothing for you. Alvin came to see me, we talked, he left…now get out.” With that she starts doing paperwork and ignoring us.

“Thank you for your time Frankie,” I tell her. She looks up as we reach the door.

“Oh, and Shade… if you speak a word of this to anyone, you’re dead.”

“Yes Frankie,” I say, and nod my farewell.

Leaving the office I note the time and head to the bar.

“Water please,” I say to the Rachel9 unit working behind it. The first glass I push towards Angela, the second I pick up and take a sip.

“What are we waiting for?” she asks. I nod towards the door.

“Any moment now.” I say.

Five minutes later Frankie comes marching out of her office in her birthday suit and moves to the center pole. I give Angela a grin and hand her the keys to the car.

“Let’s get out of here, will you do the driving?”

She takes them from my hand. “Where to now?” she asks.