The Riverman: The Moog

Sal Misa stood inside of Loman's old backlot make-shift studio. The old man had put up quite a bit of the company monies into Loman's dirty pictures, between the equipment, the women and the personality supplies. The dogs had never figured this part of Loman's various enterprises. Loman had been a pretty decent boss, until he had gotten onto his Superman kick. He also seemed to lack the necessary insight of other people, as in those that were not part of the company. It was kind of shocking that they had not found out about this, considering who had put in charge. Sure, most of the women that were looking for some ready-cash, or whatever else they may hope to gain from doing this shit, tended to be hopped over into stupor-ville--but Kenny Denton was truly a fucking deviant. It was good only in the respect that he kind of had an edge for knowing what the sick-fucks truly wanted, but it really didn't matter how murky you could make one (or several) of the girl's heads when it came down to what the sick-fucks truly wanted.

Sal had never liked Kenny. Once Mr. Loman had went inside, Kenny went away. There were some creeper-fucks that you could just strongly suggest that they get the hell as far away from you as fast as possible, and then there were people like Kenny. Kind of like a mad dog, you really couldn't just let it go and hope for the best. Aside from that, Kenny knew too much and liked to dip into the sauce a little too heavily. It was a very bad combination for any hope for success. Sal found himself a different creeper. This fucking guy was a pain in the ass in his own right. Thought he was some kind of Cecil B. DeMille or something. Sal did have to admit that both quality and cooperation of the women were up, but the stupid sonsabitch actually brought scripts to a fuck movie. Half these fucking junkies could barely fucking read, and the jerk-offs that bought these things were not looking for much in the way of character development. Sal left Jeffery Lee a bit of room, and then the sonsabitch starts firing off the women that were actually willing to do what it takes-- what the fuck was that about? They have tits, they have pussies, what's the fucking problem?

"Trust me Mr. Misa," he says to him, all the time-- and so he says it to him again, like they are magic fucking words or something.

"I don't need to trust you. I hired you to do something for me. Why are you not doing that something I told you to do?" Sal didn't need a pack around him to deal with this asshole. "You're getting to be a bigger pain in the ass than the fucking junkies. It's fucking easy. What's to trust?"

"I am trying to do something different here Mr. Misa"...

"Did I ask for different? I mean, what are we even talking about different for? Naked chick, ass-up, send in the cock-- the end. You're fucking killing me here Lee. Why in the hell are you firing off my girls?" Sal said as he glanced over his shoulder to see a couple of the women off to the side, shooting up.

"I am trying to make a real movie here Mr. Misa"...

"A real movie?"

"So that it can be enjoyed on several different levels."

"You're fucking kidding me, right? Pulling my fucking leg off here, this fucking guy," Sal said as he turned to speak to his right hand, Donnie Curtoni. "Doesn't it sound like he is trying to jerk me off Donnie?"

"I promise you, Mr. Misa. It doesn't really cost anything more to make something right." Jeffery Lee stammered uncomfortably.

"Right?" Sal stared at him as if he had lost his mind, before turning his attention back to Donnie. "Did I miss something during the whole birds and bees bullshit?"

"I mean that I am trying to recreate the fantasy," Jeffery tried to clarify what he meant. "It's not just about screwing Mr. Misa."

"Are you a fucking deviant too?" Sal jerked his finger out near the end of Jeffery's nose. "The last prick I had in here was trying to get little babies in here. I know how to fix deviant fucks for good, and if you..."

"I would never do that Mr. Misa." Jeffery struggled somewhere between patience and his own will to survive. "I know what I am doing. And, if you will allow me just a little bit levity, I am certain that you will be pleased with the finished product."

"My money, and he's certain. How does that even work like that Donnie?" Sal asked, and then rolled his eyes with a long sigh following afterward. "You damage my girls, and I am going to damage you. Capesche?"

"I understand Mr. Misa, and thank you. I will not let you down," Jeffery Lee said and then walked away.

"We may have been wrong about Kenny Denton," Donnie said once Jeffery was safely out of ear-shot. "Another one of the girls is missing."

"Which is, at least in part, what I pay you to take care of. Are you trying to assure me that I am going to be pleased with the finished product too?" Sal said, though his tone not near so hot as it had been with Jeffery Lee.

"I am looking into myself, but we have another problem as well." Donnie said as the two men walked toward the exit together.

"I'm half afraid to ask."

"The police have Tommy and Eddie in custody." Donnie said, as he held the door open for Sal to go through first.

"Eddie knows what to do, and Tommy's a pro. It's about the only thing I know of that he is good at, but"...

"You do recall the incident with Dee-Dee and Mr. Hines?"

"Yeah... You think he's got something to do with it now?" Sal asked as the moved across what had once been a small front yard stuck out in the middle of the woods. Now, the weeds had over grown, and what had once been a woodland home was beginning to wear and fade in the elements. "We can't just go around accusing everyone, and killing off all of the help Donnie. I'll send in the grease for Tommy and Eddie, but you need to find out what is happening with these girls." Sal had barely finished speaking when Donnie handed him the morning paper.

"That's where Theresa went," Donnie said as Sal read about an unidentified girl whose body had been found out near an old shanty town. "Right now, the police believe that she was one of the people that were living out there in the woods. If they figure out otherwise, I am pretty certain that Deputy Dawg will be back out here trying to stir things up."

"So, what are we really talking about here Donnie?"

"When Sheriff Kiernan comes around, and he will, maybe we should toss a bit of light on Tommy's past. He's not really one of us, and you never really liked him anyways. We can always find another trigger."

"We're going to do the cops jobs for them?"

"No, we can have one of the girls do it. One of them that knows Tommy well enough. Our hands are clean in this," Donnie stopped and opened the passenger side door so that Sal could get in before going around to the driver's side to get in himself.  

"You have someone already in mind I assume?"

"That I do, and she would be grateful for the opportunity."

"Do it," Sal said and Donnie started up the new black Lincoln Continental.

... "win yourself a kewpie doll"...

Perry Como's voice filled the interior of the car with sound, as the two men rode off down the two track path back towards the main road.

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