Chapter 6
LUIS SCALICI:
"Like I said before, we were always looking for girls. They didn't last long. You put a pretty young one in a house and in a few years she is beginning to turn brown at the edges. Then you can't get a good price for her.
We had a hell of a lot of trouble with girls too, because a lot of them wouldn't take care of themselves. They got fat or sloppy or dirty. They let their hair go and they tried to hide it when they got the clap.
For a while, me and Kipper turned up a lot of broads. One of the places we went for them was the bus station. Kip would walk through the joint, usually in the evening, and spot a broad.
"That one," he would say, "the one in the white sweater"-or whatever. Then I would slide over and sit beside her. I had a sort of innocent puss or something, and they seemed to trust me.
Anyway, I'd sit down, give them a cigarette or gum, and we'd be talking pretty soon. That's the way, for instance, I recruited Marge. She was pretty, about twenty, and was sitting in the station with one worn suitcase when I sat beside her.
"I'm going back to upstate," she said when I asked her. I've forgotten the little town she came from. She was out of dough and had no friends in town. She had met a few people, but wouldn't go to them for help. Her job hadn't panned out-waitress.
"Come on," I said, "I'll buy you a hamburger.
She hesitated, but she went with me. And as if by chance we ran into Kipper.
"I got a car outside," he said, taking her arm as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "Why walk if you can ride?"
So we got in the car. After that it was easy.
We drove to any one of a number of places, this time to a garage. Marge protested, but she was easy to hold till the boys opened the door. Then the garage door was closed. Two guys took her into a room and talked to her. She had one asset. Her pussy. They talked her into using it to make a living.
The two guys were experts. One was Tony, the other a little squirt named Boozer. Boozer had a cock that would fill a horse. He was the break-in guy.
The way they talked Marge into the Life was for Tony to hold her down, hands and nails. Kip held her legs open and Boozer gave her the benefit of years of booting broads. I just stood there and watched him fuck her. Sure, it sounds cruel, but you get used to a lot of things. It was all in the day's work.
Marge had a damn good figure. Her thighs were nice and shapely and round. We let her scream. No one could hear. She only yelled for a short time, because he didn't hurt her. She wasn't a virgin.
Boozer took his time screwing her, Kipper opened a bottle and we all had a drink. Except her. She wasn't in the mood.
I never did see a cock like Boozer's. "I can tell when it touches bottom," he said.
He showed us how he didn't ram it in all the way. Marge couldn't take the whole length of it or he'd ruin her. Boozer was a pro. He had a good time and he didn't ruin the dame. Tony didn't have to hold her hands after she got the idea she was going to have to take it. We just sat around and watched that prick slide in and out.
Actually that was part of the ceremony, getting her to accept the act. Boozer made it last, because the longer it lasted the better it was.
"It gentles 'em," he said. "You fuck a dame quick and she don't get the idea. You got to diddle 'em with it. Make 'em like it. Some of 'em like it right off the bat. And sometimes I got to boot 'em over and over before they get it through their thick heads. Once they get the right idea, that's it."
Marge took a while. At first she begged us to let her go. Then she turned sullen-wouldn't talk. Boozer just grinned and kept feeding it to her. He greased it now and then, but just kept up a steady screwing.
It got to her.
Despite us sitting there looking at her, drinking and making cracks, she got hot. He made her come. She grabbed him and fucked back; she couldn't help herself. Kipper winked at me. She was going to be a good little whore!
"Oh my God!" she groaned. She held on and Boozer fed her that prick, watching her face We sat there, glasses halfway to mouths and pricks hard, and watched her jerk and twitch when it hit her. It made her squirm.
Then she was a little easier to get along with. Boozer kept feeding it to her and it took a lot shorter time to get her horny again. She lay back with her eyes closed and received it-and then when she began to hump, he let go and squirted his load. The two of them shook the hell out of that couch.
And as soon as Boozer slid off her, Tony got on.
She hardly noticed. She was all weak and trembly from the second boot and didn't even try to get her legs together. Tony got it in her and began ramming her right off. She took all of his dong and he punched her with it. And he undressed her the rest of the way as he did it. She didn't protest at all.
She was a great looking piece naked. Nice tits.
Kipper wanted a piece too, so I hung around. I had a date with a broad and didn't want to lose a pop with her, so I didn't take a turn.
They gentled her good. In a couple hours she was eating it and giving nobody any trouble.
I met her a few months later in one of the houses, and she was relaxed and looking fine. We had a little talk, and I booted her then. She was making dough and they treated her OK. Her folks thought she was working in an office, and she even sent a little dough home. She was a pretty good lay too. I've had better blow jobs, but what the hell, you can't find paradise in a bus station.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened to her if she'd gone on home. She'd probably wound up having a flock of snotty-nosed kids and grinding her life away for some slob. I did her a favor.
The rap they hung on me was sure a bum one. That fuckin' cop, Otto Sunderland, framed me with a tissue of horse. He knew damn well I'm not a user.
Technically the H wasn't on my person. I was hauled in with a dozen others, and the Big Guy got us lawyers. I didn't know the heroin was in the place at all, but who would believe it? The jury gave me a fast shuffle. The judge gave me a three year stretch even though my lawyer protested they were jugging me for my record and not the immediate crime.
Otto sat out there in the courtroom and grinned at me. The son of a bitch.
I got out in a year, but that was one hell of a long year.
OTTO SUNDERLAND
"I wasn't happy to see Luis get jugged for possession of heroin. We were trying to work up a white slave charge against him which would have put him away a lot longer.
Those are the breaks. Sometimes the law works when you don't want it to. I knew that Boodle would be a harder fish to catch next time. And it didn't hurt the organization one damn bit. They put another guy in his spot and went right on with the action.
It wasn't my job to make pinches connected with dope anyway. If I stumbled across it, well OK. But my job was to keep the peace in my neighborhood. I had a suspicion that old man Dunker was peddling dope, for instance, but I'd play hell trying to prove it. I could probably get a few kids to say so in court but that's not enough. I thought I could rely on him to ditch it pretty good, so a raid wouldn't turn it up. I didn't want to raid him for a search till I was certain I'd find something.
A few whores told me that Dunker sold snow or marijuana to them. But you can't trust a whore. A dame like Katy might say anything just to get even.
Katy caused a lot of trouble in the neighborhood. Somewhere along the line she got connected with Miff, a very slimy specimen. Miff had several girls on his string. He wasn't the usual pimp, he was more than that. He took care of the girls and got Johns for them. Maybe I ought to say here that most pimps didn't work, I mean didn't get Johns for the girls. They were just kept by the girls. Procurers were different.
But Miff was a combination. He was a hustler. He had been lots of things and had spent time for them, like burglary and robbery. He was a real nasty little shit. I often wondered if there was a connection between him and Dunker. He went to Dunker's place every day.
But, like I said, Katy caused a lot of trouble. She enjoyed it. She was a natural born rebel. And when she raised too much hell she'd run to Miff for protection.
I don't think she cared much for Miff, but he was handy and he was protection. She needed that.
The mobs were growing in power and influence. There were a lot of different gangs at first, but over the years they tended to merge. By the time I'd been on the force a few years there were only a half dozen gangs in town, and in another few years those were whittled down to three.
They got tough with the hookers. You worked for the mob or you didn't work. To the girls, that was one more cut out of their total take.
The entire thing got more and more vicious.