Big Trouble in Little Naples - JARVIS, DT
by seezinhai

seezinhai@yahoo

I am a detective, sixteen years on the force. I work in the mean streets of the mean city. I take no shorts and I give my all to maintain order...and Law when possible.



Big Trouble in Little Naples

Organized crime in the big city was always present. Once upon a time, the city was their virtual playground. Each business and industry ravaged by their operations. It took a whole lot of good officers battling a whole lot of bad officers; a really long time to clean up the 'mob element'. I for certain wasn't gonna let the sons of bitches rebuild on my watch...

Mitchell and I made our way to the neighborhood of Little Naples. I pulled up to the Vitale Beauty Salon just after closing. My target was the owner of Ricci's Pizzeria. The owner was Jeanna Fancelli. The two of us were in high school together...way back in, ah, forget it. Anyway her business had become a front for money laundering. And after shaking down a couple of her boozer cousins, I found out that she would likely be at the Beauty shop this evening.

Mitchell and I made our way to the door and demanded entry. We displayed our badges at the five ladies inside the salon. Initially they were slow to respond, but after I had Mitchell crack the glass door. The owner quickly made her way to us.

Once inside I grabbed the owner by her hair. It was Carla Vitale, the owner and a local busybody. Mitchell brandished his gun and instructed everyone to raise their hands high. After tossing Carla, the owner; to the wall, I forced the two customers out of their chairs. Both were in shock at being pulled up from their appointments. They still were in the process of service and sported dishoveled hair. One of them in fact was Jeanna Fancelli, the other was her nineteen year old daughter, fresh home for spring break. Her education likely paid with blood money.

" Get the fuck up against the wall now. And watch were you swing that shit before I cut it off! "

Jeanna's hair had managed to whip into my eyes causing me to squint as I patted them down. I made certain to goose both of their asses in my hands. My grip on their tits was even worse. The other two people were a service person at the salon and Layla Giancarlo. Layla owned the five and dime across the street and the service person was Julie Newcombe, a local student from the high school. I had all five in position against the wall. Each was patted down thoroughly and their wallets and phones taken. I hated cell phones.

" What's this all about Detective? ", Carla said.

" Shutup, Carla, I'll ask the questions, bitch! "

Mitchell walked over and removed a gray cloth from and odd shaped box against the wall.

It was a gambling machine. Illegal in this state, and any other short of Vegas and those tribal casinos..

" Aww, what's this, can ya answer that? "

Carla attempted a studdered response but was met with a swift kick up and into her ass.
Her legs buckled under her. As she raised back up, I kicked her again, harder still. I had even more leverage as she was on her knees.

" Uuuuuuurrrrrrhhh, shit, what, that machine doesn't belong to me! ", shouted Carla Vitale.

I carefully closed all the window shades as Carla and the other women begged for a reprieve.

" Yo, Jarvis, we go way back, huh, Jefferson High. Surely we can work this out...I hear you are a reasonable man... ", Jeanna Fancelli said

" Shut it up. We've got notes, we've got photos. All I need now is for you to come clean. "

" Well if your gonna bust me, bust me. My lawyer'll have me out by the morning, asshole! "

I grabbed Jeanna by her wet black hair and flung her to a chair. I clamped a set of handcuffs to each of her wrists. You always, always carry at least five sets of handcuffs in this biz.
Looking around I found a pair of shears. I grabbed her long hair and began to lop it off.
Jeanna screamed a bunch of threats.

" Do you know who you dealing with, huh, do you? Jarvis, I swear to my dead mother's grave you will paaaaay! "

" Oh, threatening an officer of the law? That's an extra charge. See, I knew you would be of service. "

I took the shears and rudely ran down her chest and arms, slicing off the orange blouse she wore and her bra in the process. Jeanna's tits flopped onto her stomach. The women against the wall gasped at the brutality. They hadn't seen anything, yet.

" You fuckin' chump, you always was a perv. Lookin' at my tits must be a dream come true. "

Before she could say anything else, I tugged at her belt and unbuckled it. In one motion I drug her pants and panties off of her crook ass. She twisted as best she could, to stop me. Her shoes went just as easily. I made certain to cut up her designer jeans and high-priced shoes. She screamed in horror as much at the halved shoes as for her sudden nakedness.

" Ok ladies, let's get something straight. Unless I get full cooperation from each and every last one of you, no one will leave here without serious charges...and serious injury! "

" Are you fuckin' nuts! My husband will have your head for this. ", shouted Carla VItale.

The other women at the wall looked at her with disbelief. As Jeanna continued to squirm in the chair, I popped Carla square across the back of her head. She buckled but didn't fall. Carla beamed her green eyes at me, fiercely. She wanted to be tough, huh. I grabbed her by her hair and flung her to another chair in the salon. Her wrists were cuffed as well.

" You, Julie, right, this is the wrong place to work, sweetie. Cooperate I might go easy on you. Layla, same deal. As for you little Fancelli, I'm sure you're just as rotten as this bitch and your old man. All of you stand at those mirrors and strip down to your naked ass! "

The daughter studdered out legalities. She had the same husky italian voice as her mama. It was sexy, it would be even sexier screaming. I informed her that I was aware of her filling in at the Pizza joint and that I could very easily place her into the investigation. A college degree isn't shit after you've done time.

Julie Newcombe, the high school student; shook a lot as she peeled away her clothes; ignoring Mira Fancelli's call to resist. I don't think I've ever seen someone shake as much...yeah I have.

" What is the name of the contact at Floyd's that shows up every week for the package? "

Jeanna spit at me while her daughter stood there still fully clothed. Layla Giancarlo quietly removed her sundress and pleaded to keep her underwear. I paused scratched my forehead and looked over at Mitchell. He grinned. Hard to get people to assist in a case these days. But they were all 'affiliated'.

" Look, you all are tough, I get that. But you are not made men, you're just little piglets sucklin' on the tits of wiseguys. You ain't gonna win here. "

I looked over at Jeanna and asked again for a name and place. She ignored me. I looked over at the display mirror. Julie stood naked, covering her body like scared girls do. Layla finally removed her underwear, at Mitchell's encroachment. She too cupped her tits with one hand and her pussy with the other. Mira still stood clothed at the wall, arms crossed in defiance.

" OK, it's hammertime ", I said softly.

I drew my gun and held it across my belt.

" Whoa, big stuff, you have a guuuun! Shit, this nigger here's been pointin' his pistol for ten minutes now. Fuck you and your fuckin' eggplant partner..."

" CAAJOOM "

Everyone in the room jumped two feet into the air. The echo from my .38 almost made me cover my ears, let alone the girls. Julie let out a heavy shriek. Layla began to cry. Carla Vitale shown a wet puddle in her lap as she sat in the shampoo chair. I had let one fly into Mira Fancelli's right foot. She fell against the vanity and then to the floor awkwardly.

" EEEEEiiiiiiiaaaaaaaahhhhhh! ", Mira bellowed.

She reached for her foot while staring up at me in terror. Too late for that now. I rudely pulled off her clothes as she lay yelping and rolling in pain. Her thin blouse was like tissue in my hands. I threw back her flailing arms as I pulled her skirt and stockings off with ease.
She was bleeding everywhere. (Shrug)

" Ok, ok just don't hurt my daughter...", Jeanna fuddled out, between shorten breaths.

" Too late for that now. She'll limp the rest of her life. But as you said before, I am a reasonable man. That's why I used my .38 and not my real shit. "

I waved my .45 before reholstering it in my shoulder strap. It was a clean shot. It went clear through the top of her foot. She was in no danger of dying so I grabbed her at her armpit.
I brought her up to a lean on the counter. Her pretty mediterranean ass sat on the formica. I allowed her to catch her breath, but she couldn't. Her chest heaved, her tits swung. She began to pee and cry. I cupped her chin and looked straight into her soft hazel eyes.

" There's more where that came from, baby. "

I planted a quick full lipped kiss on her lips, a smooch. I put my hand over her shoulder and nudged her toward the display mirrors. She was so cute limping. Mira had very pretty feet. The wound would heal but the gape would remain. She murmured odd noises as she cried. So much for going into the family racket, I suppose. I brought my hand from her shoulder and patted her ass. She had learned her lesson, poor thing. I massaged her full left cheek before slapping it good. Mira stood awkardly next to Julie Newcombe and Layla Giancarlo.

Mitchell gave Jeanna a pad and pencil. She wrote feverishly as if a pulitzer was on the line.
Her lips trembled and her hands were shaky. Next I turned to the large rack of products. After a little perusing I found a few supplies I figured would come to good use. I plugged in one of those hot comb roller things. I opened a jar of lye relaxer stuff. Most days on the job were pretty drab but this one would be fun.

I walked toward a piss soaked Carla and she turned her head away in fear. Fear is good.
I used a thick wooden stick thing and shoved it into the relaxer. I slapped several gobs into her ruined fancy hairdo. She screamed and pleaded. When I was finished it covered her head. I returned to the shears and began to slice off her clothes. It was about a two minutes before you started to hear the sizzle. In short time her screaming pleas turned into a huge wail of gibberish.

" AHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhuuuuhhhhhaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! "

" OOooooollllaaaaaaaaaahhhhallllugh! "

" WWWwwwwaaaaaa, hhhhhoooooowwaaaahhhh, hhhhoooowwwaaaaaHH!

Carla Vitale's body contorted crazily. Her naked legs flopping about, was a definite turn on.
Their was a loud thud. I looked over to see the cute blond high school student had fainted.
Mitchell walked over to make sure she hadn't broken anything, but he didn't touch her.
I ran water at the rinse faucet and filled a pail from the janitors closet. I walked over to Julie and splashed the entire bucket onto her face. She awoke and was immediately made to stand back up. She bent over coughing wildly. Julies asscheeks flinched in kind. Her eyes were so wide with fear and their was water all over the floor.

The noise from Carla was starting to give me a headaches so I filled the pail again. I flung the pail onto her head like something outta Flashdance. She sucked in huge breaths of air.

" That's right breathe, breathe. "

I grabbed more gob from the jar and grabbed a leg. I slopped the shit onto her pussy and turned her halfway in the chair to slap some on her ass. Up and down her crack the stuff spread, then I dipped the stick in the jar and shoved it up her ass as best I could from this position. Mitchell took the pad and pencil from Jeanna, and gave it to Carla..

" Write out who is involved in this gambling shit. I want everybody you know. Even the one's you ain't sure about. Hurry up while the lye is still cool, bitch! "

Carla hesistated, struggling to write. She scribbled a couple of names before crossing them back out. Starts and stops, starts and stops; from this one. She looked up at me in terror.

" They'll kill mehheeee! ", she whined. " Just take me in, daaammit!! "

Before I could say a word the effect of the relaxer took hold. This time her wail was beastial.
She dropped the pad and pencil and stood up. Her legs were wide and she arched her back; her pussy jutting out at me. Mitchell let out a chuckle. I turned to see Jeanna shitting in her seat with piss as the chaser. Carla jumped and wrestled so fiercely she almost broke her arms. I uncuffed her and she flew to the faucet, falling twice enroute. She hopped onto the sink, grabbed the hose and went to rinsing her pussy and ass.

Jeanna sat in her own shit. She made loud moans and heaved with each breath. Shit logs pushing out with each grunt. She looked at me with tears in her hazel eyes. I uncuffed her from the chair and recuffed her hands behind her. Placing her to the wall, she continued to shit loose brown water and lurid cow farts. The tough little Italian was barely able to stand. I turned to Carla as she leaned, naked at the counter.

" Your friend just got herself off, how about you. Write down everything or else I'll reapply the relaxer...DO IT NOW! "

Carla quickly tiptoed to the pad and pencil and scribbled down onto it. She ripped the sheet off and handed to me. I read it and smiled. I patted her on her ass and cuffed her. I picked up the hot roller crimp thingamajig. Next, I walked to the hapless three at the vanity. Mira shook in fear at my approach. Julie began to pee again this time, she even squeezed out several poots.

Layla dropped to her knees and clutched my belt. She pulled open my fly, before I could object...which tell's you how fast it was. Layla Giancarlo put my dick into her mouth and sucked it, handless. Her pace was like a young calf. She had very thick lips for a white chick. Within two minutes, Layla had suckled at my cock until I came. She sucked every gob into her mouth.

I would normally not have allowed sex, but the old girl was quick...and smart.

In all, these three would walk or in the case of Mira limp away free. But Jeanna and Carla were gonna likely each get 'five in with ten probe'. Their cooperation shaving, ohh, twelve off each's sentence. Dumb bitches. They would also likely be targets inside from members of their respective 'families'. (Shrug)


" You saw nothing, you are nothing...I will strip you inside your own store if you give me any problems, got it? "

Layla Giancarlo nodded in submission. Layla stood up and Mitchell tossed her one of the hairdresser smocks. It covered her front but her back and ass were still very visible. I allowed her to leave wearing only the smock. Mitchell tossed her wallet and keys to her, as she puttered out into the street, barefoot. She quickly made her way to her shop. I knew then that I would be making frequent visits to the five and dime.

As I clutched the hotcomb in my hand; I approached Julie Newcombe. She pleaded for mercy.

" I don't know these people...it's just a job. Please, don't hurt me! ", Julie cried between shortened breaths.

I grabbed her by her long blond hair and held the roller to her young pretty face. She trembled as I raised her to her toes. She shut her soft blue eyes, in hopes that this was all a dream. The young and sexy coed continued to fart loudly.

" Fuck, are you shitting on yourself. I thought you young gals had better control than the old dykes. Hey Jeanna, sure this ain't your daughter too? " , I joked.

" Okay, Julie Newcombe...I have your information. I know where you live. If you ever repeat a word of this I will kill you, do you understand? "

The naked and trembling blonde nodded her understanding.

" You will be hearing from me soon...a follow-up. That's standard procedure, of course. ", I grinned.

I hugged the nubile babe and gave her a huge smooch. She thanked me in hushed tones, her voicing weakened by the last hour's events. With a swat on her bare ass, she was allowed to leave. Mitchell tossed her her clothes. I figured it best not to stir her parents. She fumbled into her pants and shirt, carrying her underwear and shoes.

" ...and now Mira, the daughter...what shall we do with you? "

" I'm sorry...I'm soo sorry, sir. ", Mira whimpered as she looked at me with those pretty hazel eyes.

I had Mitchell escort our two naked 'godmothers' back into our Impala. I grabbed the rollers and pressed it into Mira's naked asscheek. She screamed fiercely. I held her by her neck as she faced the large mirror. It was a light burn, not a brand, just enough to resume her fear of me.

" Listen up you little Italian sausage you...from now on you will wear a wire on behalf of the police. You will be an informant, shit, I even want you to start dating these wiseguys. You are going to transfer at the end of this semester from that lofty Ivy League, back into the state college up the street. "

She gasped and pleaded for mercy.

" Either you work for me or I will shove this hotcomb dead up your naked asshole! ", Jarvis said in a deliberate and serious tone.

Mira Fancelli, limping in place, agreed with the wave of my sizzling hot comb. Fully naked she too was taken in. Mira wasn't charged she was dropped off at the hospital. The pretense being that during her mother's arrest she intervened and was shot in the melee. This would bring me a little paperwork to fill out, but hey, I had just taken down two crime rings in one night. Not to mention forcing a kingpin's daughter to be an informant. Over the next few years, I knew Mira's help would prove invaluable.

Her father might be pissed and toss out all sorts of money for my head, but fuck him. Thanks to his wife's testimony, he would be in for at least twenty. The new neighborhood boss wouldn't give a shit...if he were smart, he wouldn't. Little Naples would sleep a little easier knowing the mob's reach was now shortened in their community. Their were a lot of good people here and they deserved peace...by any means necessary.