Chapter 14
LUIS SCALICI:
"It was a real shock to me when Veda cashed in. I had put her in the hospital and she was getting along OK they told me. Then one night she got a window open and just stepped out. Five floors up.
I don't drink, but that night I had a few. Poor Veda, I hated to see it happen. I hadn't been home for a long time, but I went down and cried with Mom. For once she didn't scream at me.
Rosina came over too. She was still hustling, but she didn't look it. She was fat and placid and making the bucks. She had a pimp who kept her in Johns and she just ate and screwed and slept and didn't worry about anything. She was a cow. But the funny thing was, she was better off than Veda.
Rosina was the best kind of whore. I bet she never even looked at her Johns. They got on and did their stuff and beat it and she hardly knew it. That's what you gotta do, be a screwin' machine.
We were getting broads from out of town and Kipper would put 'em through a session. He looked them over an talked to them. He was never wrong. But once. I'll tell you about that in a minute. But Kip talked to them when they come in, and sent them in to Boozer. Boozer gentled them, if they needed that.
The girls came in usually a few at a time, so it wasn't a full time job. They went to some rooms in back of a club, soundproof rooms. Sometimes they screamed and yelled a lot. Boozer liked to work alone, but he couldn't alwayr, handle them, so we had to send in a guy to hold their legs or something. Boozer got a kick out of scrounging dames. You know, rape.
But this dame that Eipper was wrong about. Well she waa a real doll, redhead and stacked. She had a nice face, sort of pretty and nothing-some dolls don't seem to have much character. Pretty is all. She was pretty enough, and Kip said, "Man, she'll do it."
But she wouldn't. Boozer and two guys got her down and he rammed it up her alright, but she struggled the whole time and when he got through she still fought.
He couldn't gentle her. So we took her away and brought her back later. He did it again, but still no dice. So when we had about five guys take her on-holding her down of course. Nothing worked. She swore at us and screamed at us and nothing. I said to get rid of her.
"Wait a sec," Kip said. "This dame is a hot one. I know it."
"You're wrong, pal," I told him. "For once, you're barkin' up the wrong hustler."
"Bullshit," Kip says. "Lemme have her."
I told the guys to give her to Kip and he took her somehweres. We could trust him, but I sent Tony along to help. We couldn't turn the broad loose. She had seen us and knew the operation. She could testify. Tony knew the score.
At the same time, I had a lot of faith in Kipper's know-how. He never had been wrong. He had this instinct. I had the dame traced, to find out where she had come from. It took a couple days, but I learned that some guy had grabbed her in a suburb of Cleveland. She was a married dame, so we figured she was crazy about her husband and didn't want no other guys.
I give them hell, because grabbing a diz off the street is a lousy way. Somebody had slipped up. We shut down getting out of town broads for a while.
Kipper spent about a week with this redhead broad. I went by now and then to see how he was making out.
"Sure, I got her taking it nice and easy," he said, "but she'd powder if I turned my back. She's taking it so I won't kick her teeth in."
"So you were wrong."
"Hell no, I ain't wrong. This dame will screw like a mink. I tell you I know.'"
"But not you, pal." He shrugged at me.
It was a challenge to him. He had to prove himself right, and I wanted him to. But I sure couldn't see how he was gonna do it. If a mouse won't screw, she won't screw. Of course she had been married; but maybe that had been a cover-up. I knew Kip would check to ree if she was a leirzie. He told me he didn't think she was. He put a real lesbian in with her and she didn't perk up at all.
Finally, he told me later, he just let her alone for a week, locked in. Tony was taking her meals, and once Tony was out somewhere and Kip sent Calvin in with the tray. Cal didn't come back right away, so Kip went looking for him.
He found Calvin on top of the redhead, pounding her ass into the mattress. She was screaming and yelling at him: "Gimme it, gimme all of it-!"
Kipper stood in the doorway and watched them, he said, and he knew he had been right all the time. She was one hell of a cockhound. He just had the wrong color. She liked them black. Calvin was black as the ace of spades.
You never know."
LILLI de WITT:
"I never did like the mob sending me girls who I had to watch all the time. If you have to lock them up like in a cage what good are they?
I complained bitterly to Boodle and some of the bigger shots. I didn't have any trouble convincing Boodle, he could see my point easy. So after while I didn't get those girls anymore. He sent them somewhere else. I wanted to run a high class joint. I wanted to select my girls myself. It took about a year for me to get my own way.
The shots in the mob said, "Lilli, a broad is a broad, what the hell's the difference? All a guy wants is a place to stick it. If she's got a slot, so what else?"
That is lousy psychology. And lousy business too.
A whore can be more than just a receptacle. Enough more so's a guy will pay for it. You know, a John can always jack-off.
Finally I put it up to Boodle and Rico and some of the guys, the big shots, I said, look-lemme run the house my way and see if it pays off. If it pays off, then I proved my point, right?
They said, "Right." They could always understand if you put it into dough. Dough they wanted.
I figured that if I had the right girls and a nice looking joint I could double the tab. If you ask a John for double the price and talk to him a little, you can make him believe he's getting something special. What the hell, they're all the same at the bottom, as the joke goes, but you got to make the difference in a John's mind. And the way the girl slips it to him.
Boodle was on my side right away, and he talked the others into giving me a chance to prove it. That's one thing I got to say about Scalici. He was always willing to spend a buck to make three.
I had three girls who were high class. And I wanted about ten more. Finding a high class whore those days was like combing city hall for an honest man. Honey, they were scarce.
So I set out to train some. The first one I tried was a cute little blonde doll named Jennifer. She was about twenty, creamy skin and blue eyes, and looked a little too wise. I had to smooth that out of her. She had come up fast, too fast. That's one trouble with whores, they start too soon. But there's the story Jennie told me:"
JENNIFER:
"I come from a little town in Pennsylvania an my old man worked in a mill. We were poor as hell so we had a boarder. This guy was a hardware salesman and he was out two days a week and home five. I had a kid crush on him right away. He was handsome and real polite. His name was Ford and he couldn't see me at all. I was just a skinny kid.By thirteen I had filled out a little and I got in Ford's way whenever I could. Still nothing. He was seeing some dame, and whenever he was in town he spent all his time with her. I spent all my time trying to figure out how to make him look at me.
I was pretty shameless about it. I went to all the movies so I knew how to attract a guy. You know, show him legs and tits. I didn't have much in the way of tits, but I showed him all the leg he could take. I guess I was pretty skinny beside his other girl.
Then one night my chance came. My folks were playing cards and Ford was sitting in the parlor. I went in there with only a robe on and I rubbed myself all over him. Man, I was hot for him.
I got him breathing hard. The robe came open and his hands rubbed me, little naked me. And then he pushed me away and ran out.
Jesus! I was sore.
He didn't go up to his room, he went outside for air, I guess. So I went out to the porch and waited for him. He really did a double-take when he saw me sitting there. It was dark. He came up and sat facing me, and said I was growing up. I admitted it, and I went over to him. I put my arms around him.
Well, he tried hard, but he couldn't make it. The robe came open again. This time I got my legs around him. I was sitting on the rail and he was standing in front of me. Then it went in. Man! I grabbed him and hung on. It felt as big as a log. He got too excited and rammed it in me. I wanted to scream, but I didn't. I was afraid he would stop.
He just let go and booted me like a piledriver. I was sure surprised. I didn't know it would feel like that. But I liked it ok. I think mostly I liked him to feel it. It wasn't all that big to me.
He shot his wad and told me I was quite a gal. "I didn't realize you were so big-"
Well, it was easy after that. At first he was coy about getting into me, but I made it easy for him. Then he began to hunt me down and stick it in. He came upstairs to my room at night when my folks were alseep after while. We'd fuck like pigs.
Then I got a job after school, and when school was over I did it full time. I was running a mimeograph for a department store, and doing odd jobs. The manager of my department was a guy named Mr. Simcoe. He sure had the eyes. And the hands. He'd come in the mimeo room and have his hands all over my fanny. I let him do it. One day he said, "You like it here, Jennie?"
I said sure.
"You want it permanent, the job?" I said sure.
"Come on into my office at closing time."
I went. He locked the door and sat me on the desk and gave me the old whangeroo. I knew I was gonna get it. I didn't mind. After that I got it almost every day. Simcoe had a long one with eyes. Man, it could find it's way up your leg in a storm.
He gave me a raise in a month, but I wasn't to tell anyone. There were other dames ahead of me in seniority. But the news got out. You can't keep that kind of thing secret with an accounting office. So old Simco caught hell. They put two and two together, seeing me go in his office all the time.
Simco and I got lots of publicity, and the firm fired him. I packed my stuff and hit the road.
Well, I didn't want to work too hard. I guess I'm a born whore. I got a guy to take care of me. Ke was boffing me for my keep. And then I met a guy who talked me into making part time dough with my ass. Then I drifted into full time hustling.
That's the way it went."
LILLI de WITT:
"Jennifer made a good girl. She had wit and enough natural charm to work on. I taught her how to speak and how to walk without swinging her ass all the time. Cheap hookers think they have to advertise every time they take a step.
Jennie was like a lot of girls, they just didn't care about having sex. They didn't feel anything. So they had to learn to pretend it. Johns like to think they're making a girl squirm.
She had terrible taste. I had to throw away all her dresses. What gives whores such terrble taste? They dress like gypsies if you let them. Fur boas and clashing colors and too many of them. Cheap jewelry and shiny shoes, the ones with taste are so rare I hardly believe it when I meet one.
Also, I had complaints about their bed performances. Some girls had to be taught how to please a man in bed. They came to me thinking that all they had to do was spread and let the guy do it all. No guy will repeat with a doll like that. I wanted repeat business. Jennie was cute, but she thought her puss was all they wanted.
It isn't. Not to the guys who are willing to put out real dough for a girl. It is to a cluck off the street with two bucks in his hot hand. Not for my trade.
I think I said before, a whore with personality can make good dough. All she needs then is to put it in the bank. The dough, I mean. If you could put personality in the bank you'd be a millionaire. I'd lend money on it"
Chazz, mentioned previously, was a pimp. His girl worked at Lilli's house. Her name was Beatrice.
CHAZZ:
"Bea was a good girl. She had looks, legs and nice knockers. She could squeal when a John was humping her, and make him feel he was getting his money's worth. That was a good asset for a hooker.
Since I lost Sandy I had had lots of dames. A guy has to live. You got to understand that a mouse is a funny deal. Some of them are swell and some are a pain in the ass. Most of 'em try to hide dough. A whore don't trust banks. If they don't trust me I haven't broke 'em in right. They do after while.
I had a dame once who went to church every damn Sunday and pray for her soul. She'd sit there in the pew with gism running down her leg and pray. It made me sick. , Bea was on the dawn patrol when I met her. She was too good for walking the street. I could see right off that she would make a top girl. But she was dressed like a Indian on the fucking warpath. I got rd of the satin dresses and crappy rings and put her in a plain dress and got twenty bucks for her in the first good speak.
Just on looks. But the guy complained that she didn't wiggle. "I can screw a board at home," he said.
Bea said, "Baby, the Johns don't make my skillet sizzle."
"You got to act," I told her. "Make with the bumps, you know how."
"Yeh, with you, baby." She came over and put her arms around my neck. Then she slid onto my lap and rubbed it over my whoozit. She can wriggle when she wants to. She is a fun broad to screw. When you get it in her she gives with a wicked bounce on the old pole. She can squeeze it out of you and giggle like a fool and make you think you are getting a royal roll in the hay.
But I had a hellova time getting her to do that with the scores. She didn't feel it. She was lazy. Too many dames are lazy.
But after I convinced her, and showed her how she could double her take, then she made the effort. We got plenty of repeat trade. I hung out at the Park Hotel, and guys would slide in: "I want Bea for Friday-or Monday"-or whatever day. Hell, it was a cinch.
I also had a couple other broads, not as cute as Bea, but they done all right. Not for as much moolah, but then sometimes a lot of fast tricks make up for short dough.
Bea didn't know it, but I also had a guy on the string. He was a transvestite-I looked up the word-and flounced around in dresses all the time. He was cute, named Fran. I took Fran the guys who wanted a good blow. No screw, justa blow. I never told them the truth, of course. But we had a hellova lot of repeats because he could make a broomstick shoot.
I met Fran in a downtown hotel. I had the two broads down there at a small convention. When I went into a men's room he was in the can. I opened the door to this stall toilet and he was sitting on the seat. So he opens his mouth when he sees me and beckons me in. I take it out and let him eat it.
The crazy bastard was sitting there blowing every guy who came in. I took him home and fixed him up at the Park. Besides, I like a good fag blow.
Then Lilli came around looking for dolls. She gave Bea the once over and we talked, so I put her in the house. We had to kick in to the mob anyway, so I figured we might as well have the protection. Lilli wouldn't take my other hustlers though.
"No class," she said.
Lilli could tell how a dizzy would do as soon as she looked her over. She knew her stuff. She didn't like me much though. I don't know why she shouldn't. Hell, I took Bea off the street and showed her how to hustle. To really make it. I deserved a cut. Lilli always acted like I was a leech or something.
I got another broad to take Bea's place. Bren-da, who looked like a dream. Dumb as a post. Christ was she dumb. She was a sucker for a hard-luck story. Half the guys in town were getting into her pants because she felt sorry for them.
She even gave it away to cops. How low can you get?
I had a terrible time drumming it into her head that she was the one to tell the hard-luck story. She hadn't had no hard time.
"I been getting all I want," she said.
"Lissen, for Chrissake," I said to her. "You're an orphan. You're fuckin' life has been nothin' but dregs. You got a pain in your chest, you need dough-"
"Jeez, honey," she looks up at me with them big dumb eyes, "that's beautiful. The way you say it, that's just beautiful."
Man. What do you do with a pussy like that? I had to rehearse her for days. Even then it sounded like she was reading it off the walk She couldn't act her way out of a toilet booth. But she could screw.
Brenda's big trouble was that she liked it and when a John got her in the sack she gave him all she had. She got me in bed, wrapped her slinky legs around me and I damn near yelled 'uncle.' Me, I been around. But I never met many like her. She was a natural born cock squeezer. Marvelous.
But lousy for business. I was scared she'd burn the candle till it flickered out. She got wild.
I couldn't get her to tone it down. She would listen and agree. But when she got her legs spread she forgot. Dumb. Just plain dumb. All that energy burning up. I hated to see it.
But I got an idea how to make it pay two ways.
I scouted around and found a joint where I could fix it up for a two-way rnirror deal. It cost bucks, but I got a room built so's there was two-way mirrors around three sides, and so they couldn't be spotted from inside.
Then I sold seats to the show. Brenda didn't know about the mirrors. It sure wouldn't have mattered if she did. She would have forgotten about them anyway as soon as the action started.
It worked great. I cashed in on her two ways. The mark with her didn't know he was in the spotlight either. But he got such a good ride that maybe he wouldn't have cared. Then I got a guy who would take movies of the action. I cashed in three ways.
Brenda was a crazy lay. She was photogenic too. She had a pretty ass with a forty jewel movement.
There was hell to pay when she got the clap. I had seats sold for the performances, and no broad. Brenda had to get to the doc, so I sent in a kid, a girl ramed Grace. I didn't know her very good. I had laid her once and she was pestering me for Johns. I put her in the room and told her to make it look good with this guy. She didn't know about the mirrors either.
Grace was about sixteen, straggly blonde, but a good shape. I was afraid the guys who were behind the mirrors would object because it wasn't Brenda. They didn't complain.
She started out with a little naked dance, shoving her twat in this guv's face and he loved it. She got her tits around his dong and he blew his load all over her chin. She did great. After that I used her and Brenda both in the room. And I used her in bed myself.
This was a good period. Except the mob took too big a cut. They took the dough, and once in a while a couple hoods would come around and 'try out the broads."
Shit, what a lousy excuse."