I rushed onto the stage fresh from the shower, hair still damp. Stella was back stage, in an unusual costume which was really very sexy. She offered me a kiss which I accepted and ate hungrily.

"Is everything OK Sir?" she asked.

"Our family was invaded, Beautiful Stella. It was tense for a few minutes and the bad guys set off a couple rounds, but they just managed to hit each other. The leader just was carted away by the Don's men; supposedly he is a rogue member of the Family. He decided he was going to try and shake me down, and would not take no for an answer."

I shook my head a bit, still upset by the whole thing. "After we took him out, he tried again, and yet again. I brought him down to one of the 'private' cells... and convinced him with crop and whip and cane and shock-stick that he had been misguided and likely made a bad decision. Then the Don's men got here and put him in a box to take away. It was a very SMALL box, and he likely could have pleasured himself by the time they were done. Doubtful he would have, though, as he was in some awful pain. They were not exactly gentle packing him."

"Now I'll have to go see the Don, though. Likely yet today. Assuming you are not too sore, I'd like you to come along." She nodded, and offered me another kiss, which was significantly longer and harder. It did wonders in helping me calm down.

A few minutes of cuddling, and she needed to change outfits while I got busy introducing "Master X." A few minutes later, he was well into his talk and I was running upstairs to get back to the Don who had called while I was on stage. Not that he would do anything to me or mine, we had come to that agreement long before I opened. I treated him with respect, allowed him some complimentary use of our facilities, and helped him out now and again to educate some of his staff.

Getting to a flunky, I waited seven or eight minutes on the phone while he took care of some other business. Gotta say this for the guy, his 'music on hold' was great and clear. No repetition, no static. Eventually he came on-line.

"Hello, Chuck. Thanks for calling me back. We need to get together tonight, about 8. I'm having a staff meeting of all my associates at the Civic Center tonight, and we will be opening the crate that was boxed up at your place. Certain measures have to be taken to assure that your staff won't be inconvenienced again. Let me apologize about that, and assure you that if there were any injuries or was any damage, I'll make good for that."

"No need for that, Don XXXXXXXX. I've got it all covered, and we didn't suffer any injuries. Are you expecting me to... um... participate in those measures?" I was concerned about that; for me, such punishment is a private thing.

"No, no Chuck. I discipline my own. I just need to make sure that you and your little family are safe. You've always shown me respect and been my friend, and there were those little favors I owe you for. My people need to know for sure that you are, ummm, to be respected and kept safe." The Don almost stuttered at the words.

"I'll be there tonight, sir. Is it okay if I bring a companion along? She is my closest confidante." Just making sure.

"Sure, sure, bring your friend. If we have time, I'll introduce you to some wine from my own vineyards in Italy. You can have some to take to your club, for special guests and such." I knew from that that it should be saved for his special guests, and hoped that it was good.

We ended the call, and I got back downstairs. The place would not run itself!