Tiffany's Deal Ch. 03

Chapter Three - The Turn

"Is that the real reason I'm here!" Tiffany's mood shifted from bliss to outrage at the mention of Lyle and Tina Brinkman.

"What do they want? I'm not even sure that they didn't set up Raffe and make up that bullshit about him peddling girls online," Tiffany struggled to get up out of Stephen's lap.

"Settle down Tiffany. Listen to me. Listen to me," Stephen let go of her and helped her to her feet.

He tried to take her in his arms but Tiffany pushed him away.

"I need a drink," Tiffany said furiously.

"It's ten in the morning," Stephen said.

Tiffany glared at him and he knew better than to argue. He went over to the bar to pour her a drink.

"And a cigarette," she snapped at him.

"This is a non-smoking hotel and..." Stephen started to say and then he saw the fury reflected in those green eyes.

"Top drawer of the sideboard," he nodded over towards the flower arrangement.

Tiffany snatched the cigarettes from the drawer and lit one, her hand shaking. She blew smoke at the ceiling and glared at Stephen. She snatched the drink out of his hand and took a sip. Stephen went back to the bar and fixed his own drink and came back to where Tiffany was standing in the middle of the room.

He indicated a chair and Tiffany dropped into it. She crushed out her cigarette in an antique crystal dish and reached for another.

"They're going to fine me and make me pay for the room to be deodorised and for that dish," Stephen began but when he saw the rage reflected in Tiffany's eyes he shut up.

"Ah fuck it. Give me one of those," he snatched the cigarettes off the side-table and lit up.

"The dish is a knock off. If they charge you more than a hundred for it they're ripping you off," Tiffany hissed.

Stephen looked at her quizzically.

"I started work in an antique business when I first left home. It's a short story with no happy ending, except for my cunt uncle who got plenty of happy endings out of me," Tiffany stared down into her glass but Stephen knew better than to pursue this interesting segue.

"Ok the truth," Stephen began.

"I did initially pay for your services so that I could put a business proposal to you. I also did ask around about you, I had to get two references to log into your website after all."

"Everything I told you last night is true. I do admire and respect you and I love being in your company," Stephen tried to take her hand but she snatched it away.

"You don't know anything about me," Tiffany finished her drink and waggled the glass at him.

Stephen continued to talk while he made her another drink.

"You'd be surprised what I know Tiffany. I know you were kicked out of home by your mother and father and then by your aunt and uncle. It must have been terrifying being a transsexual girl only just beginning her transformation, abandoned, then arriving in LA not knowing anyone."

"But you made a success of your life. You overcame all the obstacles. Yes your lifestyle would appear, shall we say, unorthodox to some, but you are a success, there is no doubting that," Stephen raised his glass to her in a mock toast.

"What is this? This is your life?" Tiffany said sarcastically.

"You don't know anything about me," Tiffany snapped.

"I know enough though. I know that you are one of the best card dealers around and that you have on occasion, determined the outcome of a game," Stephen studied the end of his cigarette.

Tiffany took a deep breath. They were sailing into deeper water now. Was this a sting? Was she about to be arrested? Unlikely, most investigators don't fuck their suspects.

"Ok. Enough bullshit. What do you want?" Tiffany arose and took Stephen's glass from him and refilled both their drinks.

"First Lyle and Tina did not set up Raffe Ignesman. Why kill the golden goose? Raffe was finding them young girls to appear in their porn."

"Second off. It's possible that you didn't know what Raffe was selling on the dark web, but you are so quick and intelligent that I bet you at least suspected," Stephen took a sip of his drink.

"Do you know that when he first took you in, he put you up for auction for offers of over two hundred thousand dollars. Right after you recovered from your reconstructive surgery," Stephen waited for a reaction.

"That makes good business sense. It would have been an excellent return on his investment," Tiffany said frankly.

Inside she was seething. Raffe was willing to sell her into sexual slavery for a few bucks.

"Anyway, let's get back on track. Lyle and Tina had to go overseas into hiding but they are back now. They were able to convince the Russian mob that they had nothing to do with the Sarah Carter incident which resulted in the FBI investigation into human trafficking," Stephen continued.

"Sarah lives in Waikiki by the way, with her husband Randy Carter and to this day denies that she was at the house where the exchange was to take place. She claims that she received the gunshot wound when someone tried to snatch her bag in the Dodger Stadium parking lot."

"Lyle and Tina cooperated with the FBI and brokered a deal. They admitted that they procured girls from Raffe and that they abetted the brokerage of young girls, albeit unknowingly. They just assisted. Tina hosted special parties hosted by Raffe at his safehouse. They didn't know it was a trafficking venue, they claim they thought it was just prostitution," Stephen made an sympathetic gesture.

"Bullshit they didn't know!" Tiffany growled.

"Maybe. Maybe not, but some people could say the same about you," Stephen smiled.

Tiffany squirmed in her seat. This was an accusation that she could never disprove. She had been interviewed by the FBI when Raffe disappeared and it was obvious they didn't believe that she didn't know about that side of Raffe's business.

"Get to the point," Tiffany wanted another drink but knew better than to have one.

"Lyle and Tina Brinkman had to pay off the Russians and they paid a hefty fine to the FBI but they are now free and clear. But..." Stephen looked at Tiffany expectantly.

"But their porn business is gone and they're broke," Tiffany finished his sentence.

"Not quite broke," Stephen smiled conspiratorially.

"They have a nest egg. Not much. Two million and change. And they have an idea how to grow it," his smile widened.

"What is it you do exactly Stephen? You list your occupation as 'other' on your profile, which I usually find interesting, but in this case I think I'm going to regret it," she reached for another cigarette.

"I'm a broker, I bring people together," Stephen flashed the smile at her.

"So what are we going to do; play Ocean's Eleven?" Tiffany said sarcastically.

"Not quite, but close. I'd like to set up a meeting with you and Lyle and Tina Brinkman. I'll mediate. It's a business proposition. One where you are likely to make a lot of money," Stephen crossed one leg over the other.

"How much?" Tiffany glared at him.

"A lot. Nearly a million," Stephen opened his hands to emphasise his point.

"When and where?" Tiffany finished her drink and crushed out her cigarette.

She was ready to leave.

"Why not here, as we previously arranged," Stephen smiled magnanimously.

"Sure. But now you have to pay for my time," Tiffany replied spitefully.

"Of course Tiff. I'd pay for you regardless," he walked with her to the door.

"I meant what I said last night. I've known you only a few hours and I already feel a deep affection for you," Stephen leaned in and softly kissed her lips.

He opened the door and Tiffany began to leave. She stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.

"There's something you should know," she said.

Stephen shrugged his shoulders.

"I've fucked both of them," Tiffany said and then turned away and walked down the corridor.

"You forgot your tip," Stephen called after her.

"I'll put it on your tab," Tiffany called back.

"I have a tab? Does that mean I'm going to be seeing you again?" Stephen chirped.

Tiffany just smiled to herself and pressed the button for the elevator.

Tiffany deliberately arrived late for the meeting. She didn't want to appear too eager to take up their offer, whatever it was. As promised, Stephen Bently had deposited two thousand dollars into her business account to pay for her services.

She had gone for the power look when she dressed for the meeting. A tight-fitting navy-blue suit with short skirt, a white satin blouse, flesh-toned pantyhose and black high heels. Her makeup featured smoky eyes, bright red lipstick and a little rouge on her alabaster skin to highlight her cheekbones.

Stephen came down in the elevator to greet her and she was surprised, or rather disappointed, that he didn't make a move on her on the way up.

"Don't you like what you see?" Tiffany playfully pouted at him.

"I love what I see. I'm trying hard to hide an erection in case you didn't notice. But I don't mix business and pleasure," Stephen said pragmatically.

"But I'm going to fuck you senseless after the meeting," his face broke into a grin.

"Who says I'm staying?" Tiffany liked to banter.

Stephen pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his face only an inch from hers. His hands squeezed her thighs.

"When I pay for something I expect to get it," he was breathing heavy.

Tiffany grinned at his childish attempt at bravado.

She kissed the tip of his nose.

"We'll see mister Bateman," she smirked.

Stephen smiled back at her.

"I really do like you, you know," Stephen held her at arms length and studied her face.

Tiffany blushed. It was rare that she ever became embarrassed.

Tina had to be in her fifties but she was still stunning. She was wearing a green satin Cheongsam with a Mandarin collar; the hem rested at the top of her thighs showing off her long elegant legs sheathed in sleek flesh-toned hosiery. Her waist had thickened a little and her bosom had obviously had some work done to it, as had her face.

It was elfin; heart-shaped, with blue eyes, tiny nose and cupid's-bow lips. Her jet black hair was worn shoulder-length, emphasising her long elegant neck and alabaster skin. Her makeup was perfectly applied with dark smoky eyes and red lipstick.

She broke into a genuine smile when Tiffany entered the room. Tina could be mistaken for Tiffany's older sister because they looked so much alike. Lyle had taken advantage of their resemblance when making his porn. He promoted their movies as mother-daughter or sister-sister tranny incest. Two trannies who had an uncanny resemblance was bound to tickle the fancy of those who had eclectic tastes in pornography.

Lyle too had aged gracefully. His hair was still thick and had retained its colour; Tiffany guessed it was an expensive weave. He was trim and good looking. Her mind couldn't help but flick back to him fucking her bent over the executive desk in his office.

Not that she was special, Lyle fucked all the girls who worked for him. He saw it as his duty to sample the wares before he put them in his pictures.

Tina stepped forward and took Tiffany's hand and kissed her check.

"Tiffany darling; it's been so long," she gave her that smile.

The smile that had melted a thousand hearts.

Tiffany had liked working with Tina. When they had sex on set they didn't have to fake enjoying each other.

"Hello Tina. How was Juarez? Or was it Tijuana? Or some nice resort on the coast maybe?" Tiffany goaded her.

"Really Tiff? Are we going to play that game?" Tina gave her the killer smile.

"Hi Tiff," Lyle stepped forward and hugged her and kissed her cheek, she felt him subtly squeeze her backside.

He couldn't help himself, Lyle was still a sleaze.

"Let's talk about the elephant in room shall we before we try to do business," Lyle said.

"Tina and I had nothing to do with what happened to Raffe, other than that we used the girls he procured for me in my movies and Tina hosted parties at his house," Lyle opened his hands expressing his innocence.

"I thought the parties were just an extension of Raffe's prostitution ring but for high-rollers. Rich guys would come to the parties, take the young girls to the bedroom and try them out and if they liked what they sampled they took them home," Tina explained it like it was just a business transaction.

Tiffany believed them both not one little bit but it would change nothing. Raffe was gone and she was broke and still selling her ass to make ends meet.

Stephen got everyone settled and made them all drinks.

"So what's the deal?" Tiffany got straight to the point.

Lyle nodded at Stephen who began.

"Lyle and Tina approached me with an idea which at first I thought was ludicrous but having mulled it over for a while I think it will work," he began.

"As you know there are several high stakes poker tournaments going around but we've decided to host our own."

"It will be exclusive and require each prospective player to buy in for one million dollars. Six players equals six million dollars. One million of that comes from our stooge so we kick in another four, making the pot ten million dollars," Stephen sipped his drink.

"That's a lot of money for a game of cards," Tiffany was interested.

"Yes and here's the kicker. It's a knockout tournament. We whittle them down. As the players lose they drop out of the tournament so the last two players play for everything," Stephen had a satisfied grin on his face.

"And let me guess. We rig it so that one of the two final players is our stooge and because we own the dealer he wins," Tiffany finished the tale for him.

"Yes Tiff. You're the dealer and I bet you've worked with someone before who knows how to do this sort of thing who can be our stooge," Lyle interrupted.

"But that someone would need to be able to ante up one million in cash," Tina said.

"I probably know someone who can do that," Tiffany mused.

"We make a spectacle of it. We hold the tournament here, at the Grand Lake Hotel and Casino. It's small but it's classy. We put the money on display, I'm having a safe built out of perspex so the players and gawkers can drool over the cash during the tournament. It's cheesy but players like that sort of shit," Stephen grinned.

"What's the rake?" Lyle asked.

The rake is the percentage of the pot that goes to the house.

"Five percent, so half a million," Stephen replied.

"Seems fair," Lyle nodded.

"So all I need to do is kick in a million dollars cash and rig the game without being caught," Tiffany said.

"Can you get a million?" Lyle raised a brow quizzically.

"Everybody in this room has done their research. I'm asset rich but cash poor but I know where I can get my hands on the money," Tiffany studied her fingernails.

"A loan? Tiff, if you're going to do that let me lend you the money," Stephen interjected.

"No Stephen. I don't borrow money from clients. I have some dignity," Tiffany replied.

"I never meant..." Stephen was interrupted by Lyle.

"So does that mean you're in? You can get the cash and find us a player?" Lyle's eyes were burning with greed.

"Can you find the other patsies?" Tiffany countered.

"Got them lined up already," Lyle grinned.

"Ok. Let's do it. I'll have my guy here tomorrow. Let's meet here at the same time," Tiffany was all business.

Tiffany excused herself to make a phone call while Stephen made small talk with Lyle and Tina and eventually showed them out.

Tiffany was on the phone to Kurt Bentley when Stephen snuck up behind her and put his arms around her, nuzzling her neck.

"See you tomorrow," she said to Kurt and tossed her phone on the nightstand.

"I can tell by the feel of that thing digging in me in the butt that you are ready to take your money's worth," Tiffany twisted in Stephen's arms so that she was facing him.

"Why do you have to say things like that? Like you are some chattel for sale?" she could see the disappointment in Stephen's eyes.

"Because I am. I always have been. You can put lipstick on a pig but it's still a pig," Tiffany sighed.

"Jesus Tiff I hate it when you talk like that," Stephen dropped his head.

"I've told you Stephen. You think you know me but you don't really. What do you think this is? Are you playing some other movie in your head now? Am I Julia Roberts and you're Richard Gere in Pretty Woman?" Tiffany said.

She lifted Stephen's chin.

"I really like you Stephen. I mean I really like you a lot, but let's just let things run their natural course ok?" she smiled and Stephen couldn't help but smile back at her.

"Now why don't we take advantage on the big bed right there," she grinned.

Stephen kissed her and backed her up to bed and when she fell onto it he fell on top of her.

He kissed her, pushing her down on the bed with his body. Her skirt had ridden up and her blouse had become untucked.

"Let me get undressed," Tiffany gasped when Stephen finally stopped kissing her.

"Uh-uh. I want to fuck you fully clothed in that power suit," Stephen's throat was thick with lust.

Stephen became a little rough with her but Tiffany enjoyed it. He'd been very affectionate with her up to now and it was good to see him show a little tenacity.

He dragged Tiffany to her feet and bent her over. Her knees rested against the edge of the big bed and she supported her weight with her hands spread on the mattress. Stephen kicked her heels apart and she heard him unzip.

He yanked down her panties and pantyhose and tore away her gaff. Tiffany was aroused and Stephen squeezed her penis.

"You like it a little rough don't you Tiff," he wheezed in her ear.

She nodded and felt him probing in the crevice of her buttocks.

"Oh my god!" Tiffany gasped as Stephen thrust himself all the way inside her.

"Push back! Push back like you want it!" Stephen growled.

Tiffany pushed back against him and wriggled her buttocks. His cock filled her anus, his glans pressing on her prostate, her own cock was leaking rivulets of precum.

"Beg me to fuck you!" Stephen gripped her shoulders and pressed her body against his.

"Fuck me please Stephen, please fuck me," she gasped.

Stephen placed his hands on her hips and began to brutally fuck her, burying his cock deep inside her and then pulling out nearly all the way and then thrusting himself back inside her.

Tiffany moaned with pleasure as Stephen violated her. He was holding her hips so tight that it hurt, but it hurt in good way. His cock was ravaging her anus but the pleasure was phenomenal. Stephen's thick cock stimulated the nerves in her sphincter while his bulbous glans pushed on her prostate causing Tiffany to cry out with lust.

Tiffany came.

Without touching herself she ejaculated, spattering her warm seed onto the satin comforter.

"Oh god yesss!" she moaned like a harlot as Stephen held her tight and ejaculated inside her.

She pushed back against him and ground her buttocks, draining him of his issue. His hot cum filled her anus, some of it dribbled down her leg and soaked into her pantyhose.

Stephen collapsed on top of her, pinning Tiffany to the bed, his cock still buried in her ass. Her legs were tangled in her pantyhose and with Stephen on top of her she was pinned face-down and finding it difficult to breath.

Stephen suddenly realised what he was doing and climbed off her and cradled her in his arms.

"I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you," Stephen looked lovingly into her eyes.

"Sorry for what? That's just the fucking I needed thank you very much," she patted his face.

"Now let me get undressed so we can get a little loving going on and you can do me again, but slowly," she smiled at him.

She saw him sulk.

"Ok I'll leave on my nylons and heels, I know you like that," she grinned at him.

While Stephen and Tiffany spent the night making love Kurt Bentley was on a chartered plane flying in from LA. He arrived late but there was a room waiting for him at the Grand Lake Hotel. He crashed and slept til late in the day. He contacted Tiffany who confirmed that the meet was still on.