Shetani's Sister by Iceberg Slim Page A

the fold between your cunt and the low inner side of your ass.”
    She rested her knees on her chest. She held the mirror to the side below her buttocks. She tried several times with the spike before the syringe registered a red hit. She emptied it into the line. She lay back on his arm with her eyes closed.
    “Master, it sure is a sweet thrill to be your woman…At the git, I backed up, ’cause you’re so fuckin’ fast…and with Big Cat jus’ buried, you know? But, shit, I’m the kinda star bitch that needs a star man…Thank you, Master, for coppin’ me strong and fast.”
    He squeezed her close to him for a moment. She moaned as he raked her face from forehead to chin with the edges of his teeth. After they had a breakfast of pastries imported from Paris, he pushed a console button that delivered music. He nearly recoiled when she caressed his penis. But he remembered the thirty-six hundred claiming dollars he had taken from her. He relaxed while she fellated him with uncommon artistry.
    “Please, Master, put it inside me,” she implored, with sable eyes dreamy with skag.
    He shook his head. “Wee, it’s too soon to hook up my dick with your cunt. Suck on, sweet bitch. I’ll do you off.”
    He strummed her clit with an airy finger to the rock beat of Prince’s “Purple Rain.” Shortly, she climaxed with a squeal.
    He remembered that Petra had robbed his semen bank just hours before. He lifted Pee Wee’s bobbing head and took her into his arms. She pouted.
    “Oh, Master, I wanted to get you off.”
    His face hardened for an instant as he got a vision of his slaves sucking him into a coffin. He smiled and touched his head. “Wee, sometimes for me the thrill is bigger here when I don’t come.”
    She sighed and snuggled close. “Master, am I gonna work the Apple?” she whispered against his throat.
    “No, you’re going to work Iowa, Indiana, and Wisconsin. If you fall, you call Feinstein the bondsman, collect, around the clock. He’ll wire the bail, and you jump it to the next city on the list I’ll give you.”
    She said softly, “How about my medicine?”
    He rubbed her shoulders. “You’ll get it in a wrapped leather hat box on general delivery at the post office. The return name and address on the package will naturally be phony, like Mary Johnson. Remember that, and claim the packages with the phony ID’s I’ll lay on you before you leave today. By the way, send my money in a hat box special delivery. Is everything clear?”
    She said, “Sure, Master. I love it! I’m gonna feel so strong and brave, stinging the suckers.”
    In the late afternoon, Pee Wee took a flight to Ohio. Later, in the early evening, Shetani received a pair of dapper visitors.
    “Joey! Angelo!” he exclaimed when Eli brought them into the bedroom.
    They nodded and managed pleasant smiles on their cold, dark Sicilian faces. Their silk-suited bottoms hissed against the leather couch when they sat down facing Shetani, seated on the bedside. Eli hovered over them until Shetani waved him from the room.
    Angelo, the older, taller of the two Mafiosi, opened his briefcase. He leaned to place two plastic-wrapped kilos of heroin on Shetani’s lap. Shetani jabbed a diamond stick pin into each package to taste the contents on a fingertip.
    Joey’s potbelly jiggled in mirthless laughter. “Al, it’s really great to feel trusted after ten years of doing business together.”
    Shetani pointed to the dope on the bed. “Man, don’t get upset because I checked the merchandise. I’d check it if you were the fucking Pope.”
    Joey grunted and lit a cigarette. Peacemaker Angelo grinned at Shetani and hunched his shoulders.
    Shetani took two bundles of large bills from his robe pockets. He placed the cash in Angelo’s hands and said, “Count it square, and sixty grand will be there.”
    After the pair did a fast count, Angelo peeled off bills before he put the purchase money into the briefcase.
    “Here’s a ten-grand rebate