The Plan (10 page)

“
What
are you talking about?
”
I
asked.

“
I
know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I love you. There, I said it. I
think I
’
m falling
in love with you.
”

Holy shit. This guy needs Prozac.
This
guy is even more fanatical than I thought. I love you? Does he not realize I
want to kill him? He wants me to move to New York, is he crazy?

I shifted my hips toward the door, not
wanting to be so close to him.
“
Harvey,
I think
…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he cut
me off and said,
“
Let
me finish. You look like someone, someone that is no longer
—
I can
’
t get over how much you remind me of her.
”

“
Oh,
really?
”
I
said.
“
Did
you tell her you loved her on your first date?
”

“
No, I
never got a chance,
”
he
replied.

“
What
happened?
”
I
asked.

“
She died,
”
Harvey
said, lowering his head.

I could not hold it in. I dropped my head,
leaned forward and hurled the contents of my stomach, all of that lovely food,
onto the floor of the limousine.

“
David,
pull over!
”
he
shouted.
“
Pull
over.
”

I cannot believe I just did that!

I rushed out of the vehicle to get some
fresh air. David had the unpleasant job of removing my dinner from the floor. I
was so embarrassed. Harvey apologized repeatedly.

At the brothel, I went straight to my car
and Harvey left. I drove off the lot and pulled over about a block down the
road. Rick pulled up beside me. I almost forgot he was following me. I rolled
down my window.

“
Hey,
are you alright?
”
he
asked.

“
Yeah.
”

“
What
happened in the limousine?
”

“
I
threw up,
”
I
said. My emotions took over and I started laughing uncontrollably.

“
You
threw up?
”

I could not stop laughing, which made Rick
laugh too. After a minute or two, I regrouped and we left for the hotel. On my
way to the elevator, two men, dressed in black suits and black shoes, wearing
white shirts and black ties jumped out from behind a black Suburban. They
startled me to death. I jumped back in a panic and screamed for Rick.

Like from a clip from
Men in Black
, the two men immediately reached into
their coats, but before they could retrieve their guns, Rick burst on the
scene. He pointed his 9mm at the men and shouted,
“
Show me your hands!
”

6

The Con

I
said,
“
Show
me your hands!
”
Rick
shouted at the two men dressed in black. The men pulled their hands from their
coats and lifted both them high into the air. Still pointing his gun in their
direction, Rick walked up to them until he was standing next to me. Without
turning his head or taking his eyes of the men, he asked me,
“
Are you alright Kelly?
”

“
Kelly?
”
one of the men said.

“
Shut up,
”
Rick
insisted, taking control of the situation. I had no clue who these men were,
but I was sure Harvey had something to do with it.

“
Did
you call her Kelly?
”
the
man repeated.

“
I
thought I told you to shut up,
”
Rick
reinforced.

“
Listen,
bud, I would really appreciate it if you would lower your gun,
”
the man in black requested.

“
And,
why would I do that?
”
Rick
asked.

“
Well,
for starters, I
’
m a
Federal officer of the Bureau of Investigations and if you shoot me, you
’
re looking at a long stay in prison.
”

“
Really?
”
Rick said.

“
They
look like those guys on
Men in Black
,
”
I said. Rick looked at me funny and then
turned back to stare at the two men.
“
You
know, the movie, Will Smith and Tommy Lee Jones . . .
Men in
Black
,
”
I declared.

“
I
haven
’
t seen it yet,
”
Rick said, still
pointing
his 9mm at them.

“
You
haven
’
t seen it yet?
”

“
It
just came out in the theaters.
”

“
Can
you two give it a break?
”
the
man said.
“
This
isn
’
t the Roger Ebert and Gene
Siskel show and I
’
m not
waiting for the
“
Two
Thumbs Up
”
sign
to rate a movie.
”

His sarcasm got our attention.

“
What
’
s your name?
”
the man claiming to be an FBI agent said.

“
Don
’
t worry about her name,
”
Rick replied.

“
I
’
m talking to
you
, sir,
”
he said forcefully.

“
Rick.
”

“
Okay,
Rick, my name is Robert Morrison and this is Larry Pollard. I
’
m a FBI agent and Larry is a SEC
representative. We are here on official business and we want to speak to Cindy
West.
”

“
Well,
whoever you are, she
’
s not
Cindy West,
”
Rick
said.

“
What
official business?
”
I
asked.

“
That
’
s confidential information,
”
agent Robert replied.
“
Rick, I
’
m going to open my jacket and retrieve my
badge. Don
’
t do
anything stupid now.
”
He
slowly stretched down, unbuttoned his jacket, reached into his pocket and
retrieved his badge. He opened the black wallet and exposed a shiny badge.
Without looking, he quoted his badge number aloud.

Rick lowered his gun. Robert and Larry
walked over to us and showed their badges. Rick said he was a former Nevada
State Trooper, now a Private Investigator, and was acting as a security guard
for my protection. After a few minutes of conversation, the three of them
became acquainted, exchanging names and information, they knew different
individuals serving on various task and police forces. The hostile atmosphere
changed quickly.

Rick continued to gain their trust and
found out that they were in Las Vegas investigating Harvey for fraud and SEC
violations. When I heard them mention,
“
Harvey Goldman,
”
I knew why they were looking for me, but
apparently they didn
’
t
know I had changed my name.

“
I
’
m Cindy West, or least I
was
. I
changed my name a few months ago to Kelly Lee.
”

When I hired Rick, I did not give him all
the details about my situation. I only told him what he needed to know. Now
that I revealed my former name and FBI and SEC agents were here to question me,
I had no choice but to include Rick as to what was
really
going on so he
could better protect me.

The four of us went up to my hotel room to
discuss the matter further. Robert explained that he and Larry had been
assigned to investigate Harvey. As it turned out, Penny gave copies of the
documents to a co-worker with instructions that if anything happened, her
friend was to mail it to the Security Exchange Commission.

After they received the documentation, the
FBI got involved. Larry explained that even though the files verified that
Harvey and Legacy Investments Inc. were participating in fraudulent investment
scams, because Penny stole them the documents are inadmissible in court.

The FBI assigned an undercover agent
posing as an employee at Legacy Investments. The investigation was ongoing
until they found sufficient evidence, and then a search warrant would follow.
Until then, they were gathering as much information as possible to build their
case against Harvey and his company.

Our dialogue continued and I gave them
Alex and Mr. Watkins
’
contact
information, explaining that they had information as well. I told them about my
sister and her death. They were understanding and sympathetic, but said it was
out of their jurisdiction, but they would look into it and see what they could
do.
 

They wanted to know why I was in Las Vegas
and why I was in contact with Harvey. I debated what to say, knowing that if I
told them the truth, I would have to expose my plan. I used my sister
’
s death as an excuse to explain my
actions. Looking for a new life was my reason for coming to Las Vegas and as
for Harvey, I simply said,
“
You
know more about him than I do,
”
avoiding
the topic all together. After all, they were investigating him for fraud, but I
was after my sister
’
s murderer.

Larry said they could use my help. When I
questioned him, he offered information about Harvey
’
s wild trips to Vegas, which I already
knew about. They wanted to lure Harvey into a sting in order to convict him for
his illegal SEC transactions. I wanted to know how I could help. They named the
hotels, bars and clubs that Harvey visited. They affirmed that he was a hustler
and loved women. They wanted me to try to get close him, to see if I could play
him and gain his trust; they would do the rest. I agreed to help.

***

The next morning Elaine called me wanting
to know what happened with Harvey and why I did not fill out my time card. When
I filled out the employee contract, the options for payment were every night or
at the end of the week. To receive daily payment, I had to report each night.
That was the agreement.

Elaine was sympathetic when I explained
how sick I was in the limousine.

“
I
hope you didn
’
t get
food poisoning like Janine.
”

Once she heard my tale, she said there was
no reason for me to apologize, but I did anyway. She was not upset at all,
probably because Harvey paid extra. Elaine was concerned about my health but
once I told her I was fine, she was more concerned that I would be in work that
night. Harvey had requested me specifically and wanted to take me out again.
Elaine informed me he was willing to pay double for my trouble, and when it
came to money, Elaine didn
’
t
like disappointing a client.

She shocked me when she asked me the next
question. She asked if it was all right for Harvey to call me on my phone. She
explained that Harvey was willing to pay $500 a day to be allowed to phone me
and that she would not divulge my private number. Instead, the security company
Elaine used would set up a private line complete with a passcode that Harvey
could call; the call would then be forwarded to my phone with a message that read,
“
Harvey.
”
Elaine said that every day the pass code
would change, so Harvey would have to call Cat Tails to retrieve the new code
before he could call me. That way, at any time, Elaine, or I could deny him
access.

I agreed.

It did not take Harvey long to use the
access code. Within hours he was ringing me.

I flipped my phone and it read,
“
Harvey.
”
He wanted to go to eat again.
“
On one condition,
”
I said.
”
We ride in something other than the
limousine.
”
He
agreed.

While getting ready for the date, putting
the final touches on my makeup, I thought about what Larry and Robert wanted me
to do: get close to Harvey.

How I am going to get close to Harvey?

I remembered the previous night, how he
had asked me to move to New York, before telling me he loved me. How much
closer could I get than that? He wanted me, I understood that, but
how
did he want me?

Oh, God, does he want me to be his
girlfriend?

I brushed my eyelashes with mascara and I
started to think about how to lure him in.

He wants a girlfriend, well then, I will
give him what he wants.

My hair looked perfect as I gazed at
myself in the mirror. I walked out of my hotel room, strutting my stuff down
the hallway onto the elevator
—
it
was time to trick Harvey Goldman.
 

***

When we arrived at the restaurant, the
host led us to our table. As we were walking, I reached over and grabbed Harvey
’
s hand. He turned and looked at me in
shock. In the corner of my eye, I could see his face
—
mouth partly drooped and eyes wide open. I
intentionally choose not to look at him, just to keep him guessing.

He seated me as he did the night before
only this time I thanked him. He smiled and sat down. We had our meal with wine
and then ordered dessert. While waiting on our banana caramel cream delight, I
slipped off my shoe and slowly stretched my leg under the table. I aimed
between his thighs and gently placed the arch of my foot on his crotch, sliding
my toes across his penis. Harvey jumped like a little kid who receiving his
first kiss.

Removing my foot, I asked,
“
Are you alright?
”
He knew it was my foot pressing against
his cock, but he played it off as if nothing was
happen
ing.

What is wrong with this guy?

Elaine told me he was a pervert and was
known for public displays of sexual affection, but that didn't seem to be the
case.

The waiter brought our dessert and placed
it in front of each of us. Then, I had an idea.

“
Enjoy.
”

“
Excuse
me sir,
”
I
said.

The waiter turned around and in the most
polite voice, he asked,
“
What
can I get you?
”

I asked him for the ingredients to the
banana cream delight, and he started sharing the recipe. While he gave his
explanation, my foot revisited Harvey
’
s
crotch. This time, he did not jump, nor did he move because the waiter was two
feet away. I kept rubbing his cock, giving the waiter my attention with direct
eye contact all the while. I could feel Harvey starting to get hard.

The server finished explaining and I asked
him what other desserts were on the menu. He immediately started describing
each dessert, one-by-one, and the whole time his eyes were fixed on my
cleavage. When I noticed the waiter
’
s
stare, I continued to massage Harvey. Then, I scooped up a fork-fill of banana
cream and slowly lifted it to my mouth. Holding the fork in hand, I licked the
cream with the tip of my tongue as I would the head of a penis. When I did, a
small portion of the cream topping dripped off the fork and landed on my left
boob. I glanced down at my chest, the melting cream slid down the curved
portion of my breast, supported by my pushup bra.

Placing the fork on the table, I looked
down and watched the cream run down my chest. With my left hand I tugged my
dress to the side, exposing more than half of my breast. With my other hand I
scooped the dripping cream with my finger, sliding upwards until it rested
safely on
my fingertip.
The waiter had stopped talking, I gazed
intently into his eyes as I placed my finger inside my mouth and sucked the
cream. I slid my finger it in and out, sucking on it as if it were a firm cock.
Harvey
’
s
prick stood to attention as I continued to rub his cock during the banana-boob
routine.

After dessert, I told Harvey I wanted to
go, but he insisted upon ordering a cup of coffee. Repeatedly, I asked him to
leave, but he kept stalling. Then he finally admitted that he could not stand
up yet because he had an erection and didn
’
t want anyone to see his bulge. I was
waiting for this opportunity to arrive. It was time to con the con.

“
Let
me see it,
”
I
demanded.

“
What?
”

“
Let
me see your dick,
”
I
replied.