Visit the mansion

I felt him edging me toward going back to the office; but something clicked. He had gotten a massive charge from our little encounter with the minx and was looking to play an angle on me. I grinned, got out the car bottle, and took a sip. The satisfying burn as it hit my stomach set me to motion.

I pulled up the driveway to a fenced in mansion that looks exactly like the place a thug like Kaine would buy for himself. Big, ugly, and surrounded by a 15 foot tall iron fence. I leaned out and hit the buzzer. A gruff male voice answered. "Yes?"

"Mike Reilly. Your boss wants to talk to me." I said, leaning back in from the cold to take a puff. The gate buzzed open, and I drove up the slick, paved driveway. Looked to be 4 stories tall. Probably one helluva basement. Iron bars on the lower floor windows. "Nuts. This isn't a mansion, its a prison." I thought. The kind looking man with the Tommy Gun that stood by the door didn't do one thing to change that opinion.

"Give me your piece and you can go in." he said with the type of voice that told me hundreds of armed men had given up their guns to this man and I was just one more ugly mug.

"No. Ms. Kaine called on me, she gets me and what I brought." I said. The glazed look instantly shifted to alarm. I grabbed the barrel of the Chicago Typewriter and twisted it from his grip faster than he could react, dropped the drum and ejected the shell. He took a step back, reaching under his coat. I was in his face, snarling. "Better think that through." I said, Yeziroth adding some punch to the line. He glared for a second, and then smirked.

"Alright, hero. Alright. Go on in." he said. I walked passed him, and turned the knob to the massive door. Inside I was hit by a warmth I wasn't prepared for. For all its outward appearance, this place was done up right. Hardwood floors, tapestries from Europe, French maids in little skirts polishing the carved wooden bannister above me. I watched their little tushies sway and thought about making my way up there, but the gruff voice from the intercom called from a side hallway.

"Mr Reilly. This way." I turned to see a very tall and slender man. If he was the butler he was the Emperor of all Butlers. Exquisitely dressed in white tie formal with a handsome face. I smirked and took off my hat, caught one of the maids glancing down at me from above, and followed him into the other room. It wasn't nearly as massive and lacking all of the elegance I'd just seen. Unadorned walls. No carpets. The one feature that stood out from all others was the ornately wrought fireplace that you could park a meat truck in.

"Madame, Mr Reilly". the man said, bowing and departing. I didn't see her at first. She was lounging on a couch to my right, a plain dark table holding her Martini glass and the half empty bottle of Gin.

"Mr Reilly, please come sit down." she said. I looked at her pale legs sticking out from last night's cocktail dress; which she had let one strap fall from her shoulder. Her deep red hair was a mess and she looked quite hung over. I'm sure I looked about the same, so I sat down across from her in a dark brown leather chair.

"What can I do for you, Ms Kaine?" I asked, painfully aware of the swell of her exquisite breasts being the only thing keeping her dress up as she leaned forward to retrieve the martini glass. Even in this condition, she was quite a sight. She leaned back and stretched, her dress sliding farther down her massive chest until it was being held up by voodoo as far as I could tell. Not sure what made me do it, but I leaned over and tugged the top down.

She gasps, and glared into my eyes as I took in the splendor of them briefly before pulling her top back up for her. Her nipples were puffed up and rock hard. "There. Now that that is out of the way and you won't be using that angle, what can I do you Miss?" She sat speechless as i poured myself some gin into a highball glass and took a sip.

Finally, she smiled. "Was I being that obvious?" she said, taking a sip.

"Doll, you might as well have had the butler get me started with hand down my pants." She chuckled and blushed. Nice one, Reilly. You still got it.

"I'm not sure what you can help me with Mr. Reilly, but your friend on the other hand..." she said, her eyes glimmering slightly.

"Mike.." Yeziroth said, suddenly alarmed.