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The Weather Woman

THE CHARACTERS:


Larry Storm

Jessie Gomez

Alexa Field

Rasheed Wallach

Donald

Jenna

Pierre, manager of The French Grape winery

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The college graduation ceremony had just concluded. Some of the graduates formed a circle and chatted about their future, with the typical mixture of apprehension and excitement, conquer-the-world confidence and fear-of-the-unknown anxiety.
In the circle of friends was Larry Storm, who had just graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Chemical Engineering. Jessie Gomez and Alexa Field held degrees in Finance. Rasheed Wallach got his Bachelor of Arts in General Studies and was drafted to play pro football as a wide receiver. Donald had received a degree in IT.
“I’m going to have businesses around the world,” Larry boasted prematurely. “I will have a factory in Asia. I will have a winery in California, and a winery in France.”
“I’m going to Wall Street,” Jessie pronounced. “I’m going to be an investment banker.”
“I’m going to Wall Street too,” Alexa chimed in. She fist-bumped with Jessie and said, “Wall Street will make us rich.”
“I’m gonna play wide receiver in the NFL,” Rasheed said excitedly. “You’re gonna see me on TV.”
“Donald,” Larry asked, “what are you going to do with your life?”
“I’m going to be an IT guy,” Donald responded calmly. “Larry, I will service your phone.”
“Donald, if you need a job, I’ll let you sweep the floor in my factory,” Larry joked.
“Thanks, Larry,” Donald retorted sarcastically. Larry gave him a shove and laughed.
“Larry, please stop picking on Donald,” Jessie said sarcastically.
* * *
On Wall Street in New York City, Alexa and Jessie were working late. “Jessie, I’ve made plenty of money working here,” Alexa said with measured pride.
“I make more money than I’ve ever dreamed of,” Jessie said.
“I’m getting sick of making so much money,” said Alexa. “I want to have some fun.”
“I could use a little fun, too,” said Jessie.
“I’ve got a part-time job working at the club, and I think I can get you in, too!” Alexa bubbled.
“I’m not much of a club person,” said Jessie.
“Jessie, it’ll be fun,” Alexa encouraged. “Here’s the address to the club, and I’ll see you there tomorrow at 8 p.m. Don’t be late. The show must go on.”
Alexa handed Jessie the address to the club, and they laughed together.
* * *
At a New York strip club, Alexa and Jessie were hanging out. Alexa had two stripper costumes with her. She handed one to Jessie.
“What is this?” Jessie demanded, surprised. “I’m not so sure of myself and dancing for men.”
Alexa put on her costume and helped Jessie into hers. “Jessie, it’ll be fun,” she insisted.
The emcee called Alexa on stage, where she danced around with the stripper pole and took her top off. The guys threw her money for her sexy performance.
Then Jessie was called up. Reluctant at first, she was brought up on stage by Alexa. As Jessie danced, a childhood memory flashed in her head…

Jessie was at home, taking a bath. She sensed that someone was outside the bathroom door. It was her stepdad, who had just dropped a pen on the floor and was trying to peek through a crack in the door to watch Jessie bathing.
“Who’s there?” she shouted from the tub.
Jessie’s mom came walking by and noticed her husband. “What’s up?” she asked.
“Nothing much,” Dad replied. He picked up his pen and walked away.

“C’mon, girl, strut your stuff!” Alexa shouted to Jessie. “You can do it!”
Jessie danced around the stripper’s pole, but wouldn’t take off her top. The crowd of guys got antsy.
“Take your clothes off!” one yelled.
“Show me your tits!” barked another.
Nervous, Jessie darted off the stage and ran backstage amid boos and hisses from the bummed crowd.
“I’m sorry,” Jessie said to Alexa backstage.
“You’re no quitter,” Alexa said firmly.
* * *
Back at their Wall Street office, Jessie and Alexa were working late again. “So you don’t like to take your clothes off in front of men?” Alexa snickered to Jessie.
“I don’t think you’re funny,” Jessie said coldly.
“So what happened?”
“When I was a kid, my stepdad was a little weird. Sometimes he used to walk around naked in front of us. Mom would talk to him about it, but he’d always say we were in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before,” said Alexa. “Your stepdad wants to blame you for his messed-up life. Jessie, just get over it, and let’s have some fun. Here, take your costume and try it on. I’ll put on mine, too.”
The ladies donned their dancer costumes. Alexa showed Jessie how to dance like a stripper. It was late and they were tired, but they danced and laughed.
“Let’s get to the club some time soon and dance,” Alexa said. “Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Jessie agreed, with some hesitation.
* * *
Centerfolds was a strip club in New York. Jessie and Alexa went there and changed into their dance costumes. Alexa went on stage first. She cavorted around the stage for a while, then took off her top and whirled around the stripper’s pole. The guys cheered her and threw her money. She scooped it up, nodded her appreciation for their support, and left the stage.
The emcee announced Jessie’s turn. “Jessie, you can do it,” Alexa whispered to her. “Just think fun.”
Jessie got up on stage, shimmied around, took off her top, and frolicked around the stripper’s pole, looking relaxed and happy. The guys howled and threw money at her. She grabbed it and made a funny face at the crowd, who cheered her on as she departed.
“Good work, Jessie,” Alexa said. “Now, wasn’t that fun?”
“Yeah,” Jessie said, laughing. “The guys are so dumb to throw money, but it’s their money.”
“Good work, girl.”
* * *
Larry was working in his New York office, where Jenna was his office administrator. She wheeled a coffee-cart into the office.
“Good morning, Mr. Storm,” she said pompously. “I’ve got fresh coffee and bagels for you.”
“Jenna, I need to put something up my nose,” Larry quipped. “What do you have for me?”
“I’ve got some cream cheese for you and your nose,” she jested.
“Ha! Ha!” he laughed. “Jenna, get out!”
She left the office in hysterics.
Larry got a cup of coffee from the cart and began to make phone calls. He called Asia and spoke with the factory manager. “Tell me how my factory is running,” Larry demanded.
“We’re running the factory at ninety-five percent of full capacity,” the manager reported.
“You can do better than that,” Larry said sternly. “You promised me ninety-eight.”
“Yes, but we have a machine that broke down.”
“Fix the machine now, or I’ll fix you!”
He slammed his phone down, immediately picked it up, called France, and spoke to Pierre, the manager of his winery, The French Grape.
“How’s the quality of my white wine and my reds?” Larry inquired.
“The quality of the wine is outstanding,” said Pierre.
“Send me some sample bottles of the whites and the reds, and I will be the judge. The Great French Wine Competition is coming up, and I need to win it.”
“Mr. Storm, next week France has a wine competition, and I’m sure that you will be able to attend.”
“I’ll be there to collect my first-place winnings.”
“See you there.”
Larry hung up, called his California winery, The Napa Grape, and asked its manager to send some sample bottles of wine to his office.
* * *
When Larry received his French Grape wine samples, he tasted them thoroughly and called Pierre. “The white wine you sent me is crisp and clean, and will go well with oysters,” he told Pierre. “The red wine I got from you is soft and elegant, and will go well with good cheese.”
When his Napa Grape wine samples arrived, he gave them a full tasting and rung the manager. “I just sampled the whites and the reds that you sent me,” he said.
“How did you like them?” asked the manager.
“The white wine you sent me is crisp and clean, and will go well with oysters. The red wine I got from you is soft and elegant, and will go well with good cheese.”
“Mr. Strom, we have the Napa Valley Wine Competition coming up, so get ready.”
“I’ll be there to collect my first-place winnings.”
* * *
At the Great French Wine Competition, The French Grape took top honors. Larry went to the podium, thanked the audience, and told them how good he and his wines tasted. The audience applauded enthusiastically. He thanked them again and left the podium. Then he and his associates checked into their hotel room and snorted lines of cocaine.
Two weeks later, at the Napa Valley Great Wine Competition, The Napa Grape came in first as well. Larry took the stage, once again bragged about how good he and his wines were, got his accolades and plaudits, and thanked the folks for their participation. As before, Larry and his associates did lines of coke at their hotel.
Larry then called the manager of his Asian manufacturing facility. “You promised me that you could increase production at my factories,” he snapped. “I need numbers!”
“We’re at ninety-five percent capacity of production,” the manager responded.
“I want ninety-eight percent production! Do you get it? And if I have to travel to Asia to get my ninety-eight percent, I will punish you!” He hung up the phone and grumbled, “Those lazy bastards.”
He called his French winery and spoke with Pierre. “The quality of the wine at The French Grape is very good, but we need to increase production,” he said. “We have a competitor in California called the Napa Grape Vineyard, and he’s stealing market share. I need numbers. Do you understand?”
“A good quality wine takes its time, and there are no guarantees,” Pierre responded nervously.
“I need numbers, or else!” Larry said sharply. He hung up and called The Napa Grape. “We have a competitor in France called The French Grape, and they’re stealing our market share,” he told the manager. “I need you to produce my wine in greater numbers. I need numbers.”
“I’ll do my best, but the weather has been tricky,” answered the manager.
“I need numbers! I need to keep my market share, or it’ll get tricky for you!”
* * *
Back in New York, Larry tried to use his phone. He slammed it down and called for Jenna, who swiftly entered his office.
“Mr. Storm, are you all right?” she asked.
“No, I’m not all right!” Larry cranked. “I have business to do, and my phone is down!”
“I’ll call the IT guy.”
“I’ll be downstairs in the perfume lab, working on my next creation.”
“I got it.”
Larry went down to his lab and began experimenting. A knock was heard on the door. Donald entered the lab as Larry looked up.
“Donald, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to service your phone.”
“Good,” Larry said, relieved, as he tossed Donald his phone.
Larry worked for a while longer, trying to discover a fragrance no other company could boast. Rasheed came in. Larry was so happy to see him he hugged him.
“Rasheed, you’re going to be my main perfume guy,” Larry announced with elation. “Once we name the perfume I’ve created, I want you to take it to Asia. I want you to set up a production line that will manufacture the fragrance. And we need a warehouse, too.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” Rasheed said eagerly.
Donald came back with Larry’s phone. “By the way, guys,” he said, “there’s two women at Centerfolds, and they go by the name of ‘The Wall Street Dancers,’ and they’re making lots of noise.”
“Donald, we will see you at Centerfolds on Friday,” Larry said immediately.
Donald returned the phone to Larry. “I’m not so sure about going to a strip club.”
“Donald, be at Centerfolds on Friday at 8 p.m., or I’ll tell your boss that you are a shitty IT guy.”
* * *
On Friday at 8, Larry, Rasheed and Donald were at Centerfolds. Alexa was first on stage. She danced for a while, and then Jessie joined her. The ladies were announced as “The Wall Street Wonders.” They worked the stripper’s pole, then hugged and kissed. The customers went wild and threw money at them. They scooped it up and left the stage in total bliss.
Larry signaled to Alexa to stop by and see him.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“I like your style,” he said. “I want to name a perfume after you, but I need you to visit me in my perfume lab. I want you to sample my new creation. Here’s my business card. Call me soon.” He left the club with Rasheed and Donald.
Excited, Alexa went back up on stage with Jessie, and they did their Wall Street Wonders routine again. Two sugar daddies sat at the stage and handed the ladies big wads of money.
“We have a bouquet of flowers for each of you up in our hotel room,” said one of the sugar daddies. “Let’s go up for a drink.”
Alexa looked at Jessie. Jessie said, “Okay, but just one drink.”
“Sure, one drink and a bundle of flowers,” said the other sugar daddy. “And then we need to think about work in the morning.”
The ladies and the sugar daddies took a cab to an expensive hotel and went to the daddies’ room, where they gave Alexa and Jessie each a bouquet and made drinks. The ladies liked the flowers. They took sips of their drinks. The daddies then went over to them, hugged them, and started to put their hands down the ladies’ pants.
“No, stop, Mister,” Alexa said.
Ignoring her, the sugar daddies rubbed the ladies’ breasts, put their hands further down their pants, and showed them the bed. At that moment Alexa and Jessie threw their flowers on the bed and headed for the door.
“Wait!” said the daddies as they grabbed the ladies and tried to kiss them. They angrily pushed the daddies away, darted for the door, unlocked it and ran out of the hotel. Finding their way outside, they stood on the sidewalk below the sugar daddies’ hotel-room windows.
“You guys are assholes!” Alexa hollered.
“You guys suck!” yelled Jessie.
* * *
Rasheed was playing wide receiver at a football game. He caught a couple of long balls, and he caught the winning touchdown in the last few seconds. He was pleased with his production, and his coaches and teammates treated him like a hero.
Rasheed showered and met Jenna at a restaurant. He gave her some flowers, and they happily dined together on some chicken. Then they went to a motel, where they removed their shirts and hugged. Rasheed took off his socks and pants and helped Jenna step out of her blue jeans and panties. They got into bed and kissed. He held her by her naked legs and kissed and licked them.
“Put your head on my leg,” she said. He put his tongue on her pussy and began to lick her. She grabbed his balls and rubbed them. She made her mouth nice and round. Rasheed had an erection, and Jenna put his penis in her mouth. He had an orgasm, and she swallowed his cum. Her pussy-juice flowed, and he drank it.
* * *
Rasheed paced the floor of his apartment nervously. Jenna entered, and she gave Rasheed a really big hug. They went into his bedroom, where they stripped and got into bed.
“I’m off my birth control, so we need to be careful,” she told him. “Don’t cum inside me.”
“I’ll try and pull out, but you are so beautiful and sexy,” he said passionately.
His penis was hard and throbbing. He slid his body next to Jenna’s. She opened her legs, and they held one another. Then they began to move their hips back and forth — slowly at first, but their rhythm gradually picked up speed. “Oh, oh, so good,” they said.
Rasheed finally pulled out from Jenna. His penis exploded and sprayed his bed with his cum. Jenna let out with a laugh, looking good and fulfilled. Rasheed was panting and sweating, as if he had worked really hard.
“Good luck in your game tomorrow,” she said warmly.
“Thanks, I’ll need it,” he replied gratefully. “We’re playing a team with the number-one pass defense in the NFL. I hope they don’t bang me up too much.”
“Be careful,” she said, and kissed him on his lips.
* * *
Game day came. Rasheed played wide receiver again. He had a good game, and he caught some long passes. At one point the center snapped the ball to the quarterback, Rasheed went to the middle of the field, and the quarterback threw him the football. He jumped up and caught it, but he came down sideways on his leg, and one of the pass defenders hit him.
He lay on the field with a badly damaged knee. His trainers came running out from the sideline and examined him. They placed him on a four-wheel cart and drove him to the locker room. He was in a lot of pain and tried to hide his face in his hands. The fans were scared and [TEXT CUT OFF].
Rasheed had knee surgery at the hospital. He was done for the season.
* * *
The phone by Rasheed’s hospital bed rang, and he picked it up. “Hello?” he said painfully.
“Rasheed, it’s me, Larry. I saw you on TV, and I’m sorry about your injury.”
“Yeah, I had a freak accident out there. I hope I can get better soon so I can play next year.”
“Let’s think about this year,” said Larry. “I need you to help me with my business. When you’re ready, stop by my office and I’ll put you to work.”
“I’m just a football player.”
“I’ll teach you to be a manager. Now get better and stop by soon. Got it?”
“Yeah, I’ll be by.”
“Good.”
* * *
Rasheed stood in the corner of the chemistry lab at Larry’s new company, Storm Creations, intently watching his new boss at work. Larry had just perfected a perfume, and it was ready for manufacture.
Alexa and Jessie arrived at the lab. Larry was glad to see them. He held his bottle of perfume in the air and formally named it “Alexa.” He presented it to Alexa herself and said, “Alexa, meet Alexa.” He put his arm around her waist and gave her a hug. She backed away from him.
“I’m flattered,” she said.
“You should be,” he responded. “I’ve spent over a year developing this fragrance, and I’m sure ‘Alexa’ will be a big seller.” He opened the bottle and put it in front of her face. She put her nose up to the bottle and took a whiff.
“The fragrance of ‘Alexa’ is simple and fresh, but sophisticated,” she said approvingly. “I like it.”
Larry presented the bottle to Jessie, who smelled it. “ ‘Alexa’ smells a little like Centerfolds,” she said jokingly.
“Rasheed will take this bottle of ‘Alexa’ to Asia, where he will set up a production line, and then get ‘Alexa’ to a warehouse,” Larry told the ladies confidently. “I will spearhead the sales of ‘Alexa,’ and I will hire the salespeople. My goal is for ‘Alexa’ to be the number-one selling fragrance worldwide.”
Donald entered the lab and approached the ladies. “Alexa and Jessie, I’ve got your new phones,” he said. Excited, they took their phones and began texting on them right away.
“Guys,” he continued, “I need to ask you something.”
“Sure,” said Alexa, looking up from her phone. “What’s up?”
“I think the two of you can do better.”
“We have good corporate jobs on Wall Street, and we are making plenty of money,” Jessie said defensively.
“I think you can do better than Centerfolds,” Donald said.
“Centerfolds?” Alexa asked, surprised. “What are you talking about?”
“I was with the guys one night, and we went to Centerfolds, and I saw you dance.”
“You little pervert!” Alexa snapped. “What are you sneaking around Centerfolds for?”
“I went with Larry and Rasheed. Larry put me up to it. He said he’d tell my boss at the IT company I work for that I’m an incompetent tech worker if I didn’t go.”
“You are incompetent!” Larry shouted suddenly to Donald. “You are a fool! Now get out of here!”
Donald left the chemistry lab and sent the ladies a text message: “Alexa and Jessie, you are smart and good-looking women. You can do better than Centerfolds. The Weather 1 Channel is looking for talent. Here’s their number.”
Larry and Rasheed surrounded Alexa and Jessie. “Alexa, you looked really good at Centerfolds,” Larry said.
“Thanks,” Alexa said.
“Alexa, I really liked your breasts, and you have pink nipples. Your breasts and nipples look really soft, and I want to touch them.” He grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek and on her neck. She backed away from him.
Rasheed took Jessie by the hand and kissed it. “Jessie, you have nice breasts, and you have big brown nipples,” he told her affectionately. “I love big brown nipples, and they’re so good to play with.”
Alexa began to dance. Jessie joined her. Larry tried to rub Alexa on the ass, but she turned away from him and headed for the lab door.
“Alexa, I have feelings for you,” Larry said. “Let me hold you in my arms.”
Rasheed tried to hold Jessie, but she danced away from him and went toward the door. “That’s it, we’re out of here,” she declared as she left the lab with Alexa and they returned to Wall Street.
Undaunted, Larry said to Rasheed, “We’ll see Alexa and Jessie dance again at Centerfolds.”
“Alexa and Jessie have nice bodies,” Rasheed said. “And I’d love to play with them.”
* * *
Rasheed went to Asia to set up a production line to manufacture, bottle and warehouse the “Alexa” fragrance. He had the Asians make the perfume in Building #1 and store it in Building #2. Larry hired salespeople, and “Alexa” sold well in Europe, Asia and the U.S.
Larry called Rasheed. “Rasheed, it looks like you know what you’re doing. ‘Alexa’ is doing well, and I’m gonna get you on TV when you return to the States.”
“How ’bout a bonus?” Rasheed inquired.
“The money will be there alongside the TV cameras,” reassured Larry.
“Good,” said Rasheed excitedly. “I miss playing football and being on TV.”
“One more thing,” said Larry. “Can you stop by our garment factory in Asia? The Asian bosses have to increase production, or we’ll have to move the business outside of Asia. Don’t tell the Asians we may move it to Central America.”
Rasheed went to the clothing factory and told the manager, “Our factory is running at ninety-five percent of capacity, but Stormy wants it at ninety-eight percent.”
“We are running three shifts per day, and we’re working seven days a week,” the manager said, annoyed. “What does Stormy want?”
“Maybe Stormy wants your blood.”
“Tell Stormy I’ll use the stretch technique, and we’ll give you a bit more production.”
“Larry will be happy, and maybe you’ll see a cash bonus on your pay day.”
Later, Rasheed called Larry from Asia. “Stormy, things look good down here. The clothing factory manager said that he’d boost production and get more stuff out the door.”
“Good work, Rasheed,” said Larry, “and I’ve got my TV camera ready, so when you return I’ll have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise for me? I just want to get back to playing pro football and being on TV.”
“Can you make one more stop before you head home?”
“Yeah, I guess so. I’m a little burnt out.”
“Stop by The French Grape winery. I need more bottles of wine from those folks.”
“All right, I guess.”
“Thank about the gorgeous French girls you’ll be meeting.”
* * *
At The French Grape, Rasheed met with Pierre. “Stormy wants more quantity from The French Grape,” Rasheed ordered.
“The weather during the growing season tells us how well we will do,” said Pierre.
“Stormy tells us how well we should do,” Rasheed insisted.
“You and me and my administrator will go out for drinks tonight, and I will explain it to you.”
“Your admin is very attractive.”
“Monique is smart and very beautiful. I will see you here at 7 p.m.”
* * *
Rasheed, Pierre and Monique went to a French restaurant and ordered paté de foie gras and some bottles of wine. “Rasheed, try the paté with crackers,” Pierre suggested. Rasheed spread some on a cracker and sampled it. “The paté is strong, and it is very rich,” said Pierre. Rasheed nodded his head in delight.
“Have some wine to help the paté go down into your belly,” Monique said as she poured white wine into Rasheed’s glass. He drank from it and savored the flavor.
“I feel a little warm,” he said.
“Now you’re feeling the paté and the wine,” said Pierre.
“I think I like it,” said Rasheed.
Pierre took a sip of his wine and said, “Making a good wine can be difficult. The soil must be good, and we need sunlight and some rain. The harvest is different from year to year.”
“Now, you reminded me why I’m here,” said Rasheed. “Stormy wants more quantity from The French Grape winery.”
“The harvest has been completed, and we have maybe a little less quantity than in previous other years,” said Pierre. “I’m sorry to disappoint you and your boss.”
Rasheed got nervous. “How can we get a few hundred bottles of wine from somewhere and tell Stormy that you had a successful year?”
“Rasheed, you’re asking us to buy some wine on the black market and label it as our own?” asked Monique.
“It will keep you in business.”
“No way will we mix in some wine from elsewhere with our product from The French Grape,” Pierre said defiantly.
“Yes, way, or Stormy will pull the plug on you guys!” Rasheed cautioned. “Larry has another winery, and it’s located in California. He doesn’t have the resources to keep two wineries going in France and California. Maybe it’s the survival of the fittest, but the least-producing winery will be sold.”
“I don’t like the way this conversation is going, and I’m leaving!” Pierre said angrily. “Goodbye, Rasheed, and good luck. Monique, I will see you at work tomorrow.” He paid the tab and abruptly left the restaurant.
Shocked, Rasheed moved his chair closer to Monique’s, who was too startled to say anything. He took her by the hand and rubbed and kissed it. He put his other hand on the back of her neck and rubbed her neck and shoulders, then put it on the side of her face and rubbed her ear.
“I hope it’s getting hot in here,” he said affectionately.
“I feel warm inside,” she responded.
“Monique, you have nice, shiny hair, and you have a beautiful face. I love the color of your eyes.” He kissed her on the lips. He then put his hand on her leg, rubbed it, and moved his hand toward her pussy. “I want to drink your pussy juice,” he said seductively.
She moved away from him, and he laughed. He got close to her again and resumed rubbing her on the leg. “Monique, I want to go to bed with you. I want to play with your breasts. I want to see if your nipples are pink or brown. I’m guessing that your breasts are soft and sensitive and your nipples are pink.”
“Good guess,” said Monique, reddening.
“Let’s go to bed, and I will kiss your belly, and I will put my tongue on your legs and lick your pussy.” He kissed her on her neck and then on her lips. “Let’s get to bed, and when I’m down on you, I want you to go down on me. Just take my penis with both of your hands and put it in your mouth. I will drink you, and you will drink me.”
Monique put her hand on Rasheed’s leg and rubbed it. Then she jotted down her phone number and handed it to him.
“It’s getting late,” she said. “Good night, Rasheed.” She left the restaurant.
* * *
Time went by. Larry sat in his office, checking his phone. He was happy.
“Sales look good,” he told Rasheed.
“The money’s rolling in,” Rasheed responded.
“Today is the day for your new promotion,” Larry said. “Rasheed, step in front of that TV camera and take a bow.” Rasheed went to the camera, stood in front of it, and bowed dramatically. Larry broadcasted his message to all of his employees at Storm Creations.
“Rasheed has been responsible for getting our business units running at full capacity,” Larry announced. “Therefore, he has been given the new title, Senior Vice President of Business Operations.”
Rasheed’s face lit up. He loved being on TV again.
“Let’s celebrate your new position,” Larry told him. “Let’s go to Centerfolds.” He went to his desk, got a mirror and a bag of heroin, and snorted a couple of lines.
“Stormy, are you okay doing that?” Rasheed asked skeptically.
“Let’s go to Centerfolds and see ‘The Wall Street Dancers,’” Larry said, deaf to Rasheed’s discretion.
They got front-row seats at Centerfolds and watched the ladies do their thing. Alexa went on stage and shook her fanny. Noticing Larry, she danced over to him, went down on her knees, and jiggled her breasts in front of him. He gave her a fistful of dollars. She happily took it and left the stage.
Jessie went on next. She worked the stripper pole until she saw Rasheed, who called her to come near him. She did, and he slipped her some money. She felt a little shy, so she took the money and left the stage more rapidly than Alexa had done.
A voice over the intercom called for “The Wall Street Dancers.” Alexa and Jessie charged onto the stage together, stripped off their clothes, and danced around. They took to the stripper pole and wonked it. Alexa kissed Jessie on her lips. The crowd went nuts.
* * *
Alexa and Jessie’s employer had discovered that they had been working at Centerfolds as strip-tease dancers. They were fired from their Wall Street jobs.
“What are we going to do?” Jessie asked Alexa tearfully.
“Living in New York is expensive,” said Alexa. “We’ve got to do something.”
“We can become prostitutes.”
“I’m gonna call Larry.”
“I don’t trust Larry.”
“I don’t trust Larry either, but…”
* * *
Larry gave Alexa a job in the sales department at Storm Creations. On her first day, he brought her a bouquet of flowers and kissed her on the side of her head.
Following up on Donald’s text message, Jessie contacted The Weather 1 Channel, where she was trained to be a meteorologist. She started out reporting the weather in the Midwest. She was an attractive woman and a good speaker with a bubbly personality. Eventually The Weather 1 Channel moved her back to New York City.
One day Larry gave Alexa a bottle of one of his fine wines and kissed her. “Larry, we are working,” she said, appearing gleeful. He gave her a smile and nod of acknowledgment, returned to his office, snorted some heroin, and watched TV.
Rasheed and Alexa later had a talk about Larry and his advancements on her. Rasheed made a proposal. “Alexa, we will send you to Asia to help with the ‘Alexa’ fragrance product line.”
“Good,” she said. “A trip to Asia will get me away from Larry.”
Larry checked his phone. The sales from Storm Creations were good. He took some more heroin and resumed his TV viewing.
Rasheed came in. “What up?” he asked Larry.
Larry switched to The Weather 1 Channel. Jessie was reporting. Larry was astonished. “Rasheed, look at this,” he said.
Rasheed observed Jessie with captivated awe. “Jessie was always a good-looking woman,” he remarked.
“Jessie is working in New York,” Larry said excitedly. “Let’s ask her out for dinner.”
Later he brought Alexa some chocolates. He told her about Jessie working in New York and his plans to take all three of them to dinner.
“I’m in,” said Alexa. Larry kissed her on her head and returned to his office to watch more of Jessie.
* * *
Alexa did go to Asia, where she learned how to manufacture her namesake fragrance. She leased a building and began to produce and sell the perfume, and she pocketed the money.
Jessie continued her weather reports, ending each one with a special twist: dancing for the viewers. This increased her program’s TV ratings and made Jessie Gomez a TV star — “The Weather Woman.” She went on TV talk shows and danced for the audience, who always cheered. She was featured in TV Guide, Entertainment Weekly and other celebrity publications.
Larry snorted heroin as his eyes were glued to Jessie on the screen. “Jessie, you look beautiful today,” he said. “Jessie, shake your ass for me, and show me your breasts.”
Rasheed entered. “Stormy, something’s wrong,” he said urgently. “I was checking the numbers, and the wineries cannot produce enough quality product to justify their existence.”
“Keep it simple, and tell me what’s going on,” Larry said, still transfixed on Jessie.
“The French Grape and The Napa Grape are nice to have as trophies, but the wineries have become a money pit.”
Larry abruptly turned to Rasheed. “We’re losing money?”
“Lots of it.”
“But you fixed the wineries!”
“The weather went bad, and the harvest was affected, and the yield was down.”
“Shit!”
They gloomily turned to the TV. Breaking news suddenly flashed on: a garment factory in Asia had an explosion and a fire.
“That’s our factory!” exclaimed Rasheed.
Larry frantically checked his Smartphone. He learned that people were killed in the factory disaster.
Rasheed check his phone as well. “Stormy, I’ve got more bad news.”
“What could go wrong now?”
“The factory producing ‘Alexa’ for us shut down. Somebody put up shop near the factory and stole the ‘Alexa’ perfume, and now they are making ‘Alexa’ and selling it.”
“That little bitch!” Larry fumed. “I know what’s going on! Alexa is stealing!”
Jessie went back on The Weather 1 Channel, gave her forecast, and danced. Larry snorted some heroin and said, “I want to grab Jessie by the ass, and I want to hold her big tits in my hands. Does Jessie have pink nipples, or brown nipples? I forget.”
“Jessie has big breasts with brown nipples,” said Rasheed. “Stormy, you remember Jessie from Centerfolds, but you were too interested in Alexa, and now Alexa screwed you.” He checked his phone. “The banks are calling, and they’re looking for money.”
Larry continued to watch Jessie dance on TV, deaf to Rasheed’s alarm.
“Larry, we need money,” Rasheed pleaded. “What are we gonna do?”
“Let me think.”
* * *
Larry called Jessie from his office. “Jessie I heard from Alexa, and she wants to speak with you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jessie said. “What is Alexa up to?”
“Alexa is doing good work for us. Jessie, stop by after work tonight, and I’ll tell you all about her. We’ll get some Chinese take-out. How do you like your chicken wings?”
“Extra crispy.”
“Extra crispy it is, and I’ll see you tonight.”
That evening at Storm Creations, Larry and Jessie were talking about how well she was doing on The Weather 1 Channel, when she received a text message on her phone. Larry snatched it away from her and scanned the message. It was from Alexa: “Don’t trust Larry.”
“Larry, what about my phone?” Jessie demanded.
“My phone is broken,” Larry said. “Let me call Alexa, and I’ll return your phone to you.”
He called The Weather 1 Channel. “I’ve got the Weather Woman,” he said to the respondent. “Place a suitcase filled with cash under The Charging Bull statue, and I will let the Weather Woman go.”
* * *
Rasheed and Jessie sat at a table at Storm Creations, eating Chinese food and drinking wine.
“Jessie, remember when you worked in the pharmacy?” he asked her.
“And you tried to buy condoms,” she recalled, laughing. “You were a kid. What were you thinking?”
“I wanted to be a star.”
“You just wanted to cum-off.”
“Remember the time we took off for the Cape?”
“My parents thought we went to a motel to have sex.”
“You wouldn’t give me anything.”
“I gave you a kiss.”
“You were a good kisser.”
“I have to get my phone and go,” she said suddenly.
“Stormy needs to hold you until the Weather 1 Channel execs pay your ransom,” he reminded her.
“I don’t like this.”
“I don’t like this either, Jessie. Larry needs money to pay his creditors so Storm Creations can stay in business. The Weather 1 Channel has agreed to pay for you.”
“What is the weather outside doing?”
“I don’t know. I’ve been too stressed out.”
“Let me see your phone.”
Rasheed gave Jessie his phone, and she checked the weather. “The weather is stormy, and we are having some light showers outside.”
“Can I text Alexa?”
“Make it quick. Just tell Alexa that we are okay and we’ll see her soon.”
Jessie texted Donald: “Larry is holding me for ransom. Help.”
* * *
Time went by. Donald finally arrived at Storm Creations and went straight to Larry.
“Larry, I’ve got your new phone,” he said.
“It’s about time,” Larry responded. He snorted some heroin.
“Larry, you’re a bum,” joked Donald.
Larry took Donald by the arm, and they went to see Rasheed and Jessie. “The Weather 1 people are on their way with the money,” Larry told them. “Things are looking up.”
“I’m scared,” said Jessie.
“Jessie, it will be over soon,” said Rasheed. He gave her a hug.
“Jessie, you’ve got nice breasts,” Larry said. “Lift up your blouse and show me your tits.”
“Let’s get out of here,” Rasheed said abruptly.
“Jessie, give me a dance,” Larry persisted.
“Larry, you suck!” Jessie yelled.
Larry took her by the arm and twirled her around and around.
“Jessie, give Larry a dance so we can get out of here and get this thing over with.” Jessie deferred. Larry was happy.
* * *
Jessie had her SUV parked outside Larry’s office. Larry, Rasheed, and Jessie got into the front seats, and Donald sat in the rear. Larry drove the SUV to an ATM machine, where he made Jessie withdraw some money. He then drove to the gas station, got some gas, and drove to The Charging Bull. Donald jumped out, got the suitcase, climbed into the back seat, and opened the case.
“Look at all that money,” he said, astonished.
“Stormy, let Jessie go!” Rasheed ordered.
“We need Jessie in case something goes wrong,” Larry said defensively.
Suddenly, Donald reached over and got Larry in a headlock. “Jessie, take off!” he told her. Jessie and Rasheed jumped out of the SUV and ran to The Charging Bull. Larry gave Donald a beat-down. Donald tumbled out of the SUV and made a mad dash for The Charging Bull.
“Shit!” Larry screamed as he drove away on the wet, slippery street and crashed the SUV.
* * *
“Donald, are you okay?” Jessie asked him.
He held his head in his hands and felt for cuts and bruises. “I’m a little banged up, but I’ll be okay,” he said reassuringly.
“Nice play, Donald,” said Rasheed.
“Donald, maybe you should have been a pro wrestler,” Jessie said.
Rasheed and Jessie gave one another a big hug, and they kissed.