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Sex by iPhone

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Vince Dolan


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THE CHARACTERS


Tony Owner and manager, Boost Fitness Sports Club

Vinny, aka “Dinky” Tony’s friend and wingman

Natalie, aka “Pepper” Trainer, Boost Fitness Sports Club

Jaymee TV reporter at WXYZ

Kelly Ann Boost Fitness Sports Club member, a tall blonde

Mia Boost Fitness Sports Club member, a dark-haired woman with a strong body
 

Vinny lived in a dumpy apartment in Worcester, Massachusetts. He was sitting naked on the edge of his bed, reading porn mags. He looked down at his pubic area and said proudly, “I’ve got big balls. I’ve got big balls, and I have a nice cock. I’ve got big balls and a nice cock.”
He took a CD from one of the porn mags, inserted it into his computer and got it up and running. On the screen appeared a man and a woman naked, having sex, moaning and groaning.
Vinny gazed at the action on the screen, then looked back down at his pubes. He was getting a hard-on. “Get ready,” he said.
He got up from his bed, grabbed his Obama phone, and made his weekly call to collect his unemployment benefits. The recorded voice at the other end announced that his benefits had lapsed. He called the unemployment office again and spoke to a woman, who said the balance of his benefits was zero.
Vinny hung up his Obama phone and flung it on the bed. “Shit!” he shouted. “I need some money! I wanna buy an iPhone!”
His Obama phone rang. It was his friend Tony. “Hello?”
“Vinny, what are you doing?”
“I just called the unemployment office. They told me I have no more money in my account.”
“What about a government extension?”
“The unemployment woman told me the economy was good enough, so there’s no extensions.”
“Now what are you gonna do?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I should shit or go blind.”
“You may go blind if you stroke it too much.”
“I want to get an iPhone. I need money.”
“You need an iPhone if you want to have sex with girls.”
“Don’t say that. Stop rubbing it in.”
“Vinny, you’re a virgin, and you’re never gonna have sex with a woman.”
“Tony, shut up! I don’t need your shit right now! I’m going to get an iPhone, and I’m going to get laid!”
“Okay, hot-shot. You’re gonna get an iPhone, and you’re gonna get laid. Where are you gonna get the money to buy an iPhone?”
“I don’t know. I’m going to have to think of something. Maybe I can help you at the gym.”
“Vinny, you’re not a trainer.”
“I know, but I can do something.”
“Let me think about it. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Vinny, I want to stop by and see you. I have something to show you. Are you gonna be around today?”
“Tony, I have no money. What do you think I’m going to do?”
“I know you. You’ll find something to do. Maybe you’ll just go and play with yourself.”
“Very funny. You don’t know what’s going on.”
“I’ll be right over.”
“Good. ’Bye.”
Vinny hung up his Obama phone, watched the porn video on his computer for a while, and pored through his porn mags. He looked down at his cock, which was hard as a rock. “Get ready,” he said.
Then he heard a knock. “Who is it?” he shouted to the door.
“It’s me, Tony.”
“Come in.”
Tony took the key to Vinny’s apartment out from under a potted plant, unlocked the door, and entered. He looked around. “Vinny, this place is a shithole.”
“Yeah, I know. Don’t rub it in. I'm not working.”
“Vinny, what are you gonna do?” Tony took a seat on a chair by the window.
“I don’t know. I’ll think of something. Maybe I’ll rob a bank.”
“Do you have a gun?”
“No.”
“Vinny, I see it on TV. All good bank robbers have a gun.”
“I don’t have a gun.”
“What are you gonna do, then?”
“What about the Club?”
Tony leaned forward. “Vinny, I’m gonna save your ass, as I always do. I’ve got some work for you at my sports club. Come by tomorrow at two p.m., and I’ll put you to work.”
“Whaddya got?”
“I’ve got a job for you, and it’ll be easy and fun.”
“C’mon, Tony, whaddya got for me?”
“It’s a surprise. Don’t forget—tomorrow at two p.m.”
Vinny turned his attention back to the porn movie and started masturbating. Tony looked perturbed. “Vinny, what are you doing, anyway?”
“I’m trying to get ready.”
“What are you doing, you little jerk-off jerk-off?”
Vinny turned to Tony. “I told ya, I’m getting ready!”
Tony got up and went to the door. “Vinny, come out and play! Get your shorts on and get the hell out of your bedroom!”
“No! I’m getting ready!”
“Vinny, come out, come out, wherever you are.”
“No!”
“What are you doing?” Tony walked over toward Vinny, grabbed a porn mag from the bed and started thumbing through it. “Nice taco.”
Vinny looked confused. “What?”
Tony showed Vinny one of the models pictured in the mag. “Nice taco! Vinny, look at her taco!”
“ ‘Nice taco’? What’s a taco?”
“A woman has a steak taco or a chicken taco. Some women have a fish taco. What kind of taco do you want?”
“I don’t know. Let me think.”
Tony and Vinny looked at the models in the mag for a while. “I think I’m getting hot,” Vinny said.
“Vinny, what kind of taco do you want? Do you want a blonde, or a brunette? How ’bout a redhead? Redheads are hot!”
“I want to get ready.” Vinny pointed to his pubic spot, which was fully erect. “I’ve got big balls. I’ve got a nice cock. I want to get ready.”
“Listen, you little jerk-off. Get your shorts on. I want to show you something.” Tony took the porn mag from Vinny and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go. I’ve got something to show you.”
Tony went into the kitchen. Vinny put on his shorts and followed his friend, who sat down at the kitchen table and pulled a bag of heroin from his pocket. “Have you ever seen heroin before?”
Vinny was silent. Tony got the heroin ready to snort. Vinny didn’t want to watch him. So he went over and looked out his window. He heard Tony snorting, so he went back over to him. “Are you okay with that?” Vinny asked.
“Heroin is tricky,” responded Tony, nice and high from the drug.
“What about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yeah, tomorrow. You’ve got a job for me, right? You’ve got a job for me at your club.”
“Yeah, yeah, I forgot. The dope made me forget. Tomorrow. Don’t forget.”
Tony left Vinny’s apartment and replaced the key. “Whew,” said Vinny as he went back into his bedroom, took off his shorts, sat back down on the edge of his bed and picked up the mag Tony had showed him. He gazed at the pics of the different models and said, “I’ve got big balls. I’ve got big balls, and I’ve got a nice cock. I wanna get a taco. What kind of taco do I want? Do I want a blonde taco? Do I want a taco with brown hair? How ’bout a taco with red hair?”
He put the mag down, went into the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and made funny faces. “I’m going to get an iPhone. Barack, thanks for the Obama phone, but now I’m gonna get an iPhone, and I’m gonna get laid.” He laughed as he pissed into the bathroom sink.
* * *
The following afternoon, Vinny was there at the Boost Fitness Sports Club promptly at two. Tony greeted him, showed him a couple of buckets of paint, and handed him a paintbrush.
“Vinny, you know how to paint, right?”
“Yeah, anybody can paint.”
“But are you any good?”
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Okay, paint this wall and do a good job, and I’ll pay you right away.”
“Good, good.”
Vinny spent the next few hours carefully painting the wall in the hallway. Given the “shithole” Tony had seen in his apartment, Vinny wanted to make sure he left Tony with the best impression of him. So he put the finishing touches on the wall, capped the leftover paint, put it away, and washed out the brush before reporting back to Tony’s office.
As he entered, Tony got up from his desk, sat Vinny down in a chair, and handed him some cash. “So, how’d it come out?”
“I did a good job, and it looks good. Let’s go look at my paint job.”
“I trust you that it looks good. My lower back is a little sore, and I don’t want to move too much.”
Natalie, a Club employee who had been Vinny’s trainer until he lost his job, came into the office. “Hey guys,” she said sweetly. “Hi, Tony. Hi, Dinky.”
“Hey, Pepper,” said Vinny.
“Tony, are you ready for my fitness class?”
“I don’t know. My back is kinda sore.”
“What did you do? Did you pull something?”
“Yeah, I was probably working my back a little too hard.” He turned to his friend. “Vinny, why don’t you take my place in Natalie’s fitness class?”
“I don’t know,” said Vinny. “Pepper, what do you think?”
“I may work the shit out of you,” she said.
“I think I can handle it.”
Tony tossed his gym suit to Vinny. “Vinny, here’s my clean workout clothes, and you’re gonna need them. Natalie is gonna work you hard.”
“Tony,” she said, “one last chance for my fitness class.”
“Next time, Natalie. I’m gonna rest my back.”
“Okay, Dinky, let’s go.”
Natalie’s fitness class was filed with many women, along with a couple of retired men. It went very well for Vinny, considering it had been a long time since his last workout. When the class ended, he wandered around the gym, looking at the various women and trying to get the nerve to speak to one or more of them.
Two women were working out together in one corner. They worked their legs and their buns and looked very shapely. Vinny went up to them. “Hi, I’m Vinny.”
One of the women was tall, with arms and legs like pipes, and strawberry-blonde hair. “I’m Kelly Ann,” she said.
The other had a strong, solid build and wavy dark-brown hair. “I’m Mia.”
“Good,” Vinny said. “I mean, you both look good, but…”
“But what?” Kelly Ann asked.
“What are you trying to say?” asked Mia.
“Are you asking us out for a date?”
“Yes—I mean, no,” Vinny responded nervously. “Yes, I need an iPhone.”
“You don’t have an iPhone?” asked Mia, surprised.
“No—I mean, yes. I’m going to get an iPhone. I just don’t have one right now.”
“Well,” said Kelly Ann, “when you get an iPhone, come back to us, and maybe we’ll talk.”
“iPhone, iPhone, Vinny’s got an iPhone,” chanted Mia teasingly.
“Quiet,” said Vinny. “People will hear us.”
“iPhone, iPhone, Vinny’s got an iPhone,” the women sang together and laughed as they went away. Vinny felt embarrassed.
A woman who had observed Vinny chatting with the women came over to him. “Hi, I’m Jaymee,” she said. “What’s your name?”
Vinny turned around. “I'm Vinny,” he said. “Did you see what happened with me and those women?”
“Yes, I did. And I saw you in Natalie’s fitness class. What happened with you and those two women?”
“I finally got the nerve to talk to girls, but I don’t have an iPhone, and I struck out talking with Kelly Ann and Mia.”
“You don’t need an iPhone to speak to women.”
“Yes you do, and I don’t have an iPhone.”
“You don’t have an iPhone, and you’re speaking to me.”
“Well, you’re different.”
“How different?”
“You’re nice.”
“I’m nice and different, and you’re nice and different. People can be nice and different.”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you know.”
“But I need an iPhone.”
“You want an iPhone. You don’t need an iPhone.”
“Okay, I want an iPhone. I want to keep up with the technology.”
“So what’s keeping you from getting an iPhone?”
“I’m not working, and I ran out of money.”
“Money can be a problem. My car’s in the shop, and I could use a ride to my job. Do you have a car?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a car. It’s used, but it’s good-looking, and it runs well.”
“I’ve got an assignment to do, and I could use a ride.”
“What do you do?”
“I’m a TV reporter…well, I’m a rookie reporter, and the TV station is giving me a chance to do a story. Will you give me a ride? I’ll pay you.”
Vinny was excited. “Yeah, I’ll give you a ride!”
“Great,” said Jaymee excitedly. “I need a ride, and I need you to shoot some iPhone videos for me.”
“iPhone videos?”
“Yes, and I’ll show you how. It’s easy.”
“Good, good. So when? Where?”
Jaymee wrote on a piece of paper and handed it to Vinny. “Here’s my cell number.”
“When should I call you?”
“Call me tomorrow night. I have to arrange an interview with Worcester Police Officer Alexis Maracallo.”
“A Worcester cop?”
“Alexis is a good woman. She has a membership here at Boost Fitness.”
“A cop in the gym?”
Jaymee looked suspicious. “Are you okay with the police?”
“What do you mean?”
“Are you trying to hide something? Do you do drugs?”
“No, I don’t do drugs.”
“Call me tomorrow night.”
* * *
The following day after painting another wall at the Club, Vinny was once again pumping iron in Natalie’s fitness class while Tony was snorting heroin in his office. Upon seeing Vinny approach, he quickly shoved his drug into his desk-drawer, looked up at his friend and motioned him to sit down.
“How’d you make out?” Tony asked. “Did you sweat a few pounds off?”
Vinny was panting and sweating like a madman as he took his seat. “Natalie worked us hard,” he said.
Natalie entered the office. “Tony, you missed a good workout.”
“Thanks, Nat, but my back was a little sore, but now it’s much better. I feel good.”
“What did you do to make it feel better?”
“I took some ibuprofen, and I feel much better.”
“Tony, you look happy,” said Vinny.
“I am happy,” said Tony with a disarming smile. “I’m very happy. Nat, come sit on my lap.”
“Tony, I’m hot and sweaty,” Natalie said.
“I like it when you’re hot and sweaty.” He patted his lap. “Nat, come to Daddy.”
Natalie sat on his lap and rubbed his back. “Tony, what about tomorrow’s shoot for the pilot of my new fitness TV show?”
“Nat, I’ll pay for the pilot shoot. You’re gonna be a big star.”
“I hope so. I’ve worked hard at making myself a brand name in the fitness world.”
“Pepper,” said Vinny, “you’re gonna be rich and famous.”
“I hope so.”
Tony rubbed Natalie’s leg and said affectionately, “Nat, I’m gonna trump you.”
“Don’t touch me there.”
He ran his hand up her leg and grabbed her crotch. She jumped away. “Don’t touch me!”
Tony and Vinny laughed. Natalie joined in. “Tony,” she said, “don’t forget about tomorrow’s video shoot.”
“I’ll remember,” said Tony, “and I’ll have a check for the camera guys.”
“I gotta go.”
“Pepper,” said Vinny, “you look good when you’re all revved up. Can I rub your leg, too?”
“Dinky, don’t touch me!”
“Pepper, if I get up out of this chair, I’m going to kiss and hug you.”
“If you touch me, I’ll punch your face in.” She started for the door. “Guys, see you tomorrow.”
“Chow,” said Tony.
“’Bye, you beautiful girl,” said Vinny.
“Yeah, ’bye,” she responded nonchalantly as she left the office.
Vinny gazed at Natalie walking away, carefully observing her buns and legs in action. Then he turned to Tony. “Pepper is a good-looking girl, and she’s got a lot of spunk.”
“Nat is a good girl,” Tony said dreamily.
“Tony, can I ask you something?”
“What?”
“Somebody said Pepper’s a little bit slutty.”
Tony looked annoyed. “She a good girl, and she can get any guy she wants, but Natalie is no slut. I can guarantee it. I tried for Nat, but she works for the Club, and I own the Club, so she won’t let me touch her.”
“Too bad. Pepper is one sexy baby.”
* * *
Natalie arrived at her apartment, where her mother was sitting at the kitchen table. She had had a mild stroke, but she would be okay for now. Natalie made her mom a grilled-cheese sandwich and then looked at her bills. Some were past due.
“Natalie, how are the bills?” her mom asked.
“The bills are all right, Mom.”
“Really?”
“Really, Mom. We’re good.”
* * *
The big day of the shooting of the pilot for Natalie’s fitness TV show at the Club arrived. Natalie had hired some of her fitness class students to be in the shoot, and she was very excited. Tony and Vinny were there. Vinny turned to Natalie and said, “Can I watch you and the TV people shoot your video?”
“I don’t know,” she said anxiously. “I want things to be perfect.”
“Please, I won’t mess up. I won’t get in the way. Let me watch them do your TV show.”
“All right. Hang out in the back, and just watch. Don’t get in the way.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
Natalie turned to her boss. “Tony, you’re going to help me with this, right?”
“I’ve got the check for the TV people,” he said. “I’ll give it to them when you’re ready.”
“Okay, good.”
The TV crew finished setting up the lighting, cameras and microphones throughout the fitness training room, and the TV director called for Natalie. She was an attractive person with a big, complicated personality, and people liked her. Her pilot went off without a hitch. She got the check from Tony and paid the TV crew, thanking them all for their hard work. Everyone felt a strong sense of accomplishment.
After the crew had dismantled the TV technology and left the gym, Tony said, “Natalie, you’re gonna be a TV star.”
Natalie smiled with satisfaction.
“Natalie,” Vinny joined in, “you’re gonna be a millionaire.”
“Dinky, let’s see where the TV show goes,” she cautioned him. “The competition is tough. So we will see. I hope I make it.”
“You will. I think you’ve got it.”
“Okay,” Tony interjected, “I’m sure Natalie is tired and needs some downtime. Nat, get some rest. I’ll see you here later in the week.”
“I’m going to slam a protein drink,” she said. “I’ll see you guys later. ’Bye.”
* * *
That evening, Vinny called Jaymee, and he drove to her apartment building, where she was waiting. He opened the passenger door. “Jaymee, jump in.”
She got in. “Hey, man, nice car.”
“Yeah, I can barely afford it.”
“You’ll be back on your feet in no time. Just think of it as being on a hill. You’re going to climb the hill and get a job, and you’ll be all right.”
“I hope so.”
“I know so.”
* * *
Vinny and Jaymee arrived at the Worcester Police Department and met up with Officer Alexis Maracallo, who showed Vinny how to use an iPhone to shoot a video. With excitement he rolled the phone, and the interview began:
“What is your history with the City of Worcester?” Jaymee asked Officer Maracallo.
“I came to Worcester in 1990 when I was nine years old from Puerto Rico,” she responded.
“What inspired you to become a police officer?”
“My dad was a police officer, and I wanted to become one myself, because I love helping people and being around people. I love doing patrols, and I need to give back to the community.”
When the interview was finished, Jaymee and Vinny went to a convenience store. “I’ll get the drinks,” he offered. “What do you need?”
“Diet Coke,” she said.
Jaymee reviewed the iPhone video of her interview while Vinny got the drinks. They went back to his car and got in. “How’d the iPhone video come out?” he asked her. “How’d I do?”
“The iPhone is really good at video, and you did well, too,” she said.
“Good. Jaymee, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, Vinny. What’s up?”
“Can I trump you?”
“What’s a ‘trump you’?”
“You know. I rub your leg, and then I touch you.”
“ ‘Touch you’?”
Vinny ran his hand along Jaymee’s leg. She pushed his hand away. “Don’t touch me! What do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to trump you. Tony does it to the girls.”
“You’re not Tony, and I’m not one of his girls. Take me back to my apartment. Let’s go.”
They didn’t say a word to each other the entire way back. As Vinny parked in front of her building, he said, “Jaymee, listen. You don’t have to pay me for today. I learned how to use the iPhone, and I didn’t mean to rub you the wrong way.”
“A deal’s a deal,” Jaymee said as she handed Vinny some cash and got out of his car.
“I’d like to see you again,” he said.
“Let me think about it. Oh, yeah, keep your hands to yourself.”
* * *
Vinny entered his apartment, got undressed, and got the porn movie going again on his computer. While the flick was playing he sat in bed and read his porn mags for a while, then called Tony at Boost Fitness.
“Hello, this is Boost Fitness Sports Club. How may I help you?”
“Tony, it’s me, Vinny.”
“How’d you do with Jaymee? Did she pay you?”
“Yeah, she paid me. But I messed up a little.”
“Messed up? Come on, Vinny. You always mess up. What did you mess up this time?”
“The interview went well with Jaymee and Police Officer Alexis, and I shot the video with Jaymee’s iPhone.”
“So what happened, you birdbrain? Did the lady cop arrest you for being stupid?”
“No. After the interview, Jaymee and me, we stopped for drinks, and I had Jaymee in the car with me, and we were alone, and I tried to trump her.”
“Trump her?”
“Yeah, trump her. I tried to rub her leg, and maybe get to her crotch.”
“Vinny, Vinny, Vinny. You gotta be careful with that touching kinda stuff.”
“You do it!”
“Sometimes yes, sometimes no. You gotta be careful. Vinny, listen to me.”
“What?”
“I’ve got some work for you at the club. Come down and see me tomorrow afternoon.”
“More painting?”
“No more painting. I’ve got something fun for us to do, and I’ll pay you for helping me.”
“Okay. Tomorrow.”
“Okay. Be there.”
“I will.”
Vinny hung up his Obama phone, looked down at his pubic area, and said, “I’ve got big balls. I’ve got big balls and a nice cock. Get ready.”
* * *
The next day Tony had Vinny climb a ladder and install video surveillance cameras along the walls of the Club. When the job was done, Vinny went to Tony’s office, and they used Tony’s iPhone to view the club members as they were working out, through the cameras.
“Vinny. Look at those hot chicks. Right?”
“The girls look good.”
“Vinny, you know how to do websites, right? You did the website for Boost Fitness.”
“Yeah, I’m a techie without a job. I can build websites, but I have no customers.”
Tony handed Vinny some cash. “Vinny, this is for helping me with the cameras today. Can you build me a website? I’ll pay you right away.”
“Yeah, I’ll build you one for cheap.”
“I want a good website, not a cheap website.”
“I’ll build you a high-quality site for cheap money. So what kind of site do you want?”
“How about one where I can put up pictures of the women as they’re working out?”
“I can do it. What do you want to call the site?”
“How about…Girls. Girls and Power. Women and Power. How about Women of Power?”
“Women of Power.”
“You know, Vinny, my heroin’s been taking away my sex drive. I don’t feel as horny as I used to be. Let’s go to Route 20 to a strip-club.”
“Strip-club? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know anything. Let’s go. I’ll buy.”
* * *
Tony and Vinny arrived at a strip-club on Route 20 in Worcester, got light beers and sat close to the stage. A dancer named Cheyenne was announced. She danced around Tony and Vinny, and they handed her some dollar bills. She thanked them sweetly and continued her set.
When Cheyenne was finished, she went over to Vinny. “I’m Cheyenne. What’s your name?”
“I’m Vinny.”
“Vinny, you look like you could use some company.” She handed him her business card. “Vinny, call me.” He ogled her buns and legs as she turned and hurried backstage.
“Vinny,” said Tony, “it looks like you found a friend.”
“Cheyenne saw the desperate look on my face.”
* * *
Vinny called Cheyenne the next day. They met that evening at the New Worcester Motel. They went up to their room and got undressed.
“Vinny, what do you need?”
“What do you got?”
“How ’bout a hand-job?”
“I think I can do that on my own.”
“How ’bout some good head?”
“Good head sounds good.”
“How ’bout half-and-half?”
“Half-and-half?”
“Yum-yum. Boom-boom.”
“Yum-yum. Boom-boom. I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? What do you want?”
“I’m not ready.”
“You’re not ready? I’ll make you ready. Sit at the edge of the bed.”
* * *
Vinny called Tony the next morning. “Tony, I met Cheyenne at the New Worcester Motel.”
“Tell me. Tell me. What happened?”
“Nothing happened.”
“What?”
“Cheyenne asked me what I needed, and I told her I wanted to get ready.”
“You were with a prostitute, and nothing happened?”
“Yes. Nothing happened.”
“Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“You need an iPhone if you want to have sex with girls.”
“Shut up! I hate you for saying that!”
“What about my website?”
“Your website’s done.”
“Tomorrow afternoon, come down to the club, and we’re gonna use my iPhone to take pics of the girls in the gym, and we’re gonna put them up on the Women of Power website. Got it? Good.” Tony hung up.
* * *
Tony and Vinny were watching the Club members do their workouts from a TV monitor Vinny had put in his office. “Let’s get some pics for the Women of Power website,” Tony said.
They mingled with the members for a bit, and then went over to Kelly Ann and Mia, who instantly recognized Vinny. “iPhone, iPhone, Vinny’s got an iPhone,” they sang teasingly. Vinny laughed in embarrassment, and was relieved when Tony interrupted the taunts.
“I’m Tony,” he said to Kelly Ann. “I own and manage the Club. You have a very nice physique. What’s your name?”
“I’m Kelly Ann,” she said, smiling. “Thank you for your nice compliment.”
He turned to Mia. “You have a very nice physique, too. What’s your name?”
“I’m Mia.”
“Kelly and Mia, may I take your pic?”
“Yes,” they said in unison. They struck various poses on the workout equipment while Tony snapped away. Vinny eyed them flirtatiously.
“I’m all done,” said Tony.
“Thank you,” said the women. They waved goodbye to Vinny and made funny, jeering faces at him. Vinny scowled, then laughed.
Tony and Vinny went back to Tony’s office, where he uploaded all of his pics of Kelly Ann, Mia and other female Club members to the Women of Power website.
“Tony, how do you like the website?” Vinny asked.
“I like it, and it’s easy to use.”
Jaymee entered the office. “Vinny, I need to speak with you.”
“Jaymee, I’m sorry I got a little pushy with you,” Vinny said bashfully.
“Pushy? You touched me!”
“Okay, I touched you, and it won’t happen again.”
“I’m not your property, and you’re not my property.”
“You’re good looking, and I’d like you to be my property.”
“Vinny, quit while you’re ahead,” Tony interjected.
“Okay, okay. Jaymee, I got it. No touching.”
“Vinny,” she said, “I have a question for you.”
“Sure.”
“I heard you do websites.”
“Yeah, I did one for Tony. Take a look.”
Jaymee looked at the Women of Power website on the TV monitor as Tony flipped through its pics with his iPhone. “The site is simple,” Vinny told her. “Tony puts up pictures of the club members, and he can add text to their pictures if he wants. Why? What do you need?”
“I was thinking of having a website where I could upload people’s stories and their pictures. Remember when we interviewed Alexis?”
“Yeah.”
“My interest is to interview women and use my iPhone to record the interview and put the interview and the woman’s picture up on the website. Maybe you can help me?”
“Sure. What we can do is use Tony’s Women of Power website as a pattern for yours. What do you want to call your site?”
“I was thinking, something like Women Power.”
“How about Women Power Now?” Tony suggested.
“Sure.”
“Okay,” said Vinny. Women Power Now sounds good. Let’s go.”
* * *
Tony was doing more and more heroin. He was getting so addicted he needed more and more money to keep his game going. So he wasn’t thinking clearly, and he set up hidden cameras in the women’s locker room at the Club. He used his iPhone to check them out, get pics and videos of them as they undressed, and put them up on his Women of Power website.
* * *
When Vinny got to the Club, pop music was blaring from the new surround-sound system he had helped Tony install, and the Club was filled with people working out. Natalie was holding a fitness class, and Jaymee was one of the participants.
Vinny walked into Tony’s office. “Tony, what’s up?”
“Just looking at the women on my website,” said Tony, who had his eyes glued to his TV monitor and his thumb active on his iPhone.
“Oh, yeah? What do you got?”
“We got women, lots of women working out in the Club. The women are beautiful, and they’re sexy. Vinny, what kind of taco do you want?”
“I don’t know. The girls are sure good-looking.”
“Vinny, what about a black-bean taco or a tofu taco? The women are hot and sexy, and they want you. Vinny, what do you want?”
Vinny looked down at Tony’s iPhone and then turned his gaze toward the pics on the screen. Some of the women had brown hair, others had blonde hair, and a few had colored hair. “I think I’m getting hot,” Vinny said.
“You’re gonna get hot when I show you this.” Tony put his iPhone in front of Vinny and showed him the pics of women getting naked and showering in the locker room that had been taken with the hidden cameras he had installed there.
Vinny was excited. “I want to get ready.”
“Just don’t blow a load on me.”
* * *
Natalie’s fitness class ended. She met up with Jaymee, and they went into the women’s locker room. “Jaymee, you’re a cute little fuck,” Natalie said as they began to undress.
Surprised by that remark, Jaymee said uneasily, “Thanks, I think.”
Natalie grabbed Jaymee and kissed her on the lips. Jaymee pulled away. “What are you doing?” she shouted.
Natalie grabbed Jaymee’s gym-shorts. “Come here, you little bitch. I want to rub your ass and suck your tits.”
“No!”
Natalie pushed Jaymee away and laughed. “Jaymee, if I was a lesbo, you’d be my little bitch, you little bitch-ass, but I’m straight. Let’s get to the showers.”
Shaken but realizing it was all a joke, Jaymee scurried to a shower.
* * *
Tony and Vinny were watching Natalie and Jaymee shower on the TV monitor in Tony’s office. “Tony, what are you doing?”
“Vinny, I’m getting video for my Women of Power website.”
* * *
As Natalie showered, she discovered a hidden camera. “What the fuck is this?” She turned off the shower, quickly got dressed, and stormed into Tony’s office, where Tony and Vinny were absorbed in the TV monitor and Tony was busy fingering his iPhone.
The monitor displayed a video of Natalie horsing around with Jaymee in the women’s locker room. “Tony, what is this shit?” Natalie demanded.
“Tony’s recording the girls with his iPhone and uploading the pics to his site,” Vinny said.
“Tony, what are you?” said Natalie. “A freak?”
“Tony’s been doing drugs,” Vinny said. “Tony’s a bum.”
“Natalie, I need some money,” pleaded Tony.
“Tony, I don’t have any money! I work for you!”
“What about your TV-show money?”
“The show is just getting off the ground, and the money will come, but it takes time.”
“I don’t have time. I need money today.”
“So you can buy drugs?”
“So I can buy drugs.”
Natalie made a dive toward Tony’s iPhone. “Gimme your phone.”
Tony pushed Natalie away. “Natalie, give me some money, or I’m gonna put you and Jaymee up on my website, and everyone will know that you and Jaymee are two little sluts.”
Natalie went for Tony’s iPhone again. He shoved her back and ran to his car in the parking lot. Jaymee, Kelly Ann and Mia, who had been watching Tony and Natalie battle, ran out after him. Natalie and Vinny followed. Tony drove his car in circles, trying to run everyone over.
“Tony, stop, and give me that iPhone!” Natalie shouted as Tony drove away with a screech. “Where’s he going?”
“I don’t know, but let’s follow him,” Vinny said. “Hey, everybody, get into my car.”
They all climbed into Vinny’s car, and he drove them in Tony’s direction. “Where’s Tony going?” Natalie wondered out loud.
“I don’t know,” said Vinny, “but I think he’s going to my apartment.”
“Why?”
“I’ve got a server in my apartment that I use to build websites. I bet Tony’s going to try to upload your video on my server, and he’ll share you and Jaymee’s iPhone video with the world.”
“Oh, no! If Tony shows the world me and Jaymee fooling around in the locker room, I’ll lose my TV contract!”
“And then you’ll have to work for Tony forever,” Jaymee said tauntingly.
“No chance! Vinny, catch up to Tony.”
Sure enough, Tony made it to Vinny’s. He got the key to the door from under the plant, went inside, shut and locked the door, and placed a chair against it so Vinny and the women couldn’t enter. Then he went to Vinny’s server.
Vinny’s group arrived. He parked the car, and they went up to his apartment door. Natalie tried to push the door in, but it wouldn’t budge. “Vinny, what are we going to do?”
“There’s a fire escape we can use, and I always leave a window unlocked in my apartment.”
Vinny led the group up the fire escape. Jaymee helped him boost Natalie through the unlocked window into Vinny’s digs.
Natalie saw Tony fiddling with Vinny’s server. “What are you doing?” she shouted. “You’re gonna fuck me and my TV show up!”
Tony turned around. “Natalie, what do you have for money?”
She made a beeline for his iPhone. He pushed her away again. She ran to the apartment door and let in the other women. Jaymee called the police.
“Tony, it’s over, man,” Vinny insisted. “Just give me your iPhone.”
“Fuck you!” Tony began to upload Natalie and Jaymee’s locker-room video onto Vinny’s server. “Here we go. Pepper, you’re all done. You’re gonna look [TEXT CUT OFF].”
Natalie jumped on Tony and wrestled for his iPhone. Kelly Ann and Mia grabbed him, he dropped the iPhone, and Vinny picked it up. “It’s over, Tony,” he declared. “The cops are here, and you’re going to rehab.” The three women dragged Tony outside and turned him over to the police, who were waiting by a squad car.
“Whew, that was crazy,” Jaymee said to Vinny.
“That was bad,” he said.
“Tony will get some help, and he’ll be okay.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
Vinny used Tony’s iPhone to call Jaymee on hers. She picked up.
“Jaymee, I need to speak with you.”
“Sure. I feel good about you, too.” She looked at Vinny’s pubic area. “You’re getting big.”
“I’m ready.”
“I’m ready, too.” They hugged and kissed.