The Plan (11 page)

“
Not here
.
”

“
Is
Harvey Goldman getting embarrassed?
”
 
I asked, giggling. With
that, I pushed off my other shoe and placed both feet on his stiff cock,
rubbing it.

He tipped his head back, closed his eyes,
squinted his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

“
You
like that?
”
I
said softly.

He nodded his head with approval. My con
was beginning to work. We were dining in a private area, so I looked around the
restaurant and noticed that no one was nearby. Still rubbing, I said,
“
Keep your eyes closed and imagine me in
the shower.
”

I lifted the long tablecloth that reached
the floor on all sides, ducked my head under and scooted under the table. On
all fours, I quietly crawled toward Harvey, placed my hands inside his thighs
and spread them apart. When I did, he whispered,
“
Kelly, get out of there.
”

“
Shhh,
”
I said. With my right hand on his bulge, I
started rubbing him.
“
Slide
forward,
”
I
requested. Harvey moved his chair closer, bringing his lower body against the
table. I lifted the tablecloth and placed it upon his waist, exposing his pants
from the waist down. I unzipped his zipper, reached inside the opening of his
underwear and carefully and cautiously pulled his cock from his pants until his
entire shaft was out.

Cupping my hand to my mouth, I discharged
spittle into my palm to moisten his penis. Placing my hand around his shaft, I
softly stroked up and down his prick. Then I moistened my other hand and, using
circular motion, I caressed his dick. His penis was long, longer than Thomas
’
s, and incredibly thick. When I pulled on
him to point his dong towards my mouth, I noticed his cock was firm and curved
like a banana.

Clinching my hands around his shaft, I
leaned closer to allow my saliva to drop on the tip of his head. Fully drenched
with my drool, I continued stroking using circular motions, forward and
backwards.

At that moment, the waiter walked out with
a coffee pot and asked,
“
More
coffee?
”

“
No, I
am good, just waiting for my girlfriend to come back from the restroom,
”
Harvey responded.

“
Okay,
”
the waiter replied.
“
Would you like your check now?
”

“
In a
minute.
”

The waiter walked away and I continued.

He was obviously doing his best to keep a
straight face, because when I heard the waiter
’
s voice, I pressed my lips around the tip
of his head and started licking his opening with my tongue. I figured I had
about five more minutes until the waiter returned, so this was not going to be
a long, drawn out blowjob. I had sucked a dick before, a couple of times, but I
had never tasted or swallowed cum.

With my lips around his head, I realized I
either was going to have to allow him to shoot his load in my mouth, or risk
his juice on my face, hair or dress. What was worse, tasting it or wearing it?
I did not know. If my con was going to work, I had to suck it up, literally.

Placing my left hand on his thigh to hold
my balance, and my right hand on his pecker, I pushed my face toward his
stomach, allowing his cock to slide across my tongue. I had never done
deep-throat, but I was willing to try. Pushing with force, I could feel his
dong glide down the back of my throat. At first I wanted to gag, but by
slipping him in and out with quick thrusts, it did not hurt or choke me. Each
time I plunged forward with my mouth, I stroked his cock toward my face until my
hand and mouth touched.

Repeatedly, I rocked my head forward and
backwards several times, stroking, and then pulling his cock out of my mouth to
slide my tongue up and down on the tip of his head. Finally, I could feel his
dagger swell in my mouth, so large I no longer could deep-throat him. Instead,
with fast motions, I sucked hard.

Harvey repositioned his legs, stretching
them out, barely touching the floor. Obviously, a sign he was ready to cum.
Sure enough, his legs tightened and then twitched when I felt the burst of his
load blast the back of my throat like a fire hose shooting out high-pressured
water. The ejaculation was intense. His warm juice blasted in intervals, very
similar to my orgasms and with each thrust, the throbbing continued.

It was not that bad. A little salty, but I
like potato chips, crackers and other salty foods, so it did not gross me out
like I thought it would. Wiping off my lips, still on all fours under the
table, I turned around to crawl out. When I started to get up from under the
table, the waiter returned. Before I could retreat back under the table, he saw
me. I grabbed my right earlobe with both hands and said,
“
I thought I lost it.
”
Fastening my earring, I looked at the
waiter and said,
“
These
babies cost more than tonight
’
s
meal and I was not going home with just one.
”

“
I can
’
t blame you,
”
he said.

I turned toward Harvey and said,
“
Well, honey, are you ready to go?
”

Harvey smiled and said,
“
Yes, dear.
”
He
stood up
and
when he did, I immediately saw a white spot on his pants. With a closer look, I
noticed a portion of his underpants sticking out. It was stuck in his zipper.
Without hesitation, I walked over to him, placed my left hand around his waist
and then reached over with my right and unzipped his zipper. I quickly tucked
his shorts inside his pants and zipped him up.
“
Honey, you need to be more observant when
you go to the bathroom.
”

When we walked out front, waiting on David
to pull the car around, Harvey placed his hand on my shoulder and said,
“
What was that all about?
”

“
What,
the blowjob?
”
I
asked.

“
Yeah.
”

“
Well,
if you don
’
t
like me, I can tell Elaine you want someone else.
”

“
No,
it
’
s not that,
”
Harvey said.
“
What happened to you?
”

“
You
don
’
t like me now?
”

“
Yes,
I like you, but I brought you out to eat not to have sex.
”

“
You
don
’
t like sex?
”
I prodded.

“
That
’
s just it. Up until last night, I loved
sex. I
’
d die
for it. But now
…”
Harvey
stopped, walked a few steps away, combed his fingers through his hair, turned
around and said,
“
Was
this you or the job?
”

I paused, wondering what to say. It was
time to seal my con.

Harvey Goldman, you
’
re mine now.

“
Well?
”
Harvey
asked.

7

The Strategy

I
turned and faced him.
“
Harvey,
can
’
t a woman change her mind?
”
I walked over to where he was standing,
reached out and grabbed his hands. I looked straight into his eyes, leaned
forward and kissed him on the lips.
“
Okay
…
it was me.
”

Harvey smiled so hard I think he pulled a
muscle. I let go of his hands, wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled
myself in tight, resting my head against his left shoulder. I pressed my boobs
on his chest and he responded by wrapping his arms around me. I pulled my head
back, looked into his green eyes and started singing one of Frank Sinatra
songs,
“
I
want to be part of it, New York, New York.
”

***

The next day Harvey called me early
—
well, early for me, it was 11 am. Barely
awake, I answered the phone with a sluggish tone,
“
Good morning, Harvey. It
’
s good to hear your voice. Do you miss me?
”

“
Of
course, I do.
”

“
Did
you enjoy dinner last night?
”
I
asked in a provocative voice.

“
The
food was great,
”
he
nonchalantly responded.

“
What
about dessert, did you enjoy that?
”

“
Banana
caramel cream delight is my favorite.
”

This was not the Harvey Goldman Alex
portrayed, something was wrong with him. I had spoken with Janine the day
before to see how she was feeling, knowing I was taking her place while she was
recovering from food poisoning. She filled me with Harvey
’
s sexual desires and gave me pointers on
what to do to earn a large tip. Her description of him was nothing like the
Harvey I was dealing with. I had figured it out though. He was in love with me
and did not want to dive into his fetishes and dark desires.

He doesn
’
t want me to play with me. He actually
wants me.

Harvey changed the subject. He told me he
was flying out in the morning. Then he brought it up again,
“
Have you thought anymore about New York?
”

I told him I needed more time, but that I
was thinking about it. Then he discussed plans for that night. He wanted to
know what I would like to do, I told him to call me back around three o
’
clock and I would let him know.

I was to meet Larry and Robert at 1 pm in
the Monte Carlo restaurant to discuss their strategy for luring Harvey into an
investment entrapment. They had been working on a plan for months and they
wanted my help to seal the deal. I had a shower and got dressed
—
blue jeans and a pink T-shirt. Looking in
the mirror, I decided to wear a white baseball cap with bright red embroidering
that read,
“
What
happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
”
. At
12:45 pm I left my room to go downstairs.

I was sitting at a table with Rick,
drinking a coke, when Robert and Larry joined us. They began to share their
strategy for Harvey. According to their sources, Harvey
’
s method for an investment scheme was to
offer extremely high yields in a relatively short time period. In this scheme,
Harvey claimed to have access to
“
bank
guarantees
”
that
he can buy at a discount and sell at a premium. By reselling the
“
bank guarantees
”
several times, he claimed to be able to
produce exceptional returns on investment by using a
“
roll program.
”

To make his scheme more
enticing, Harvey offered
“
guarantees
”
issued by the world
’
s
“
prime banks.
”
Legal documents associated with such
schemes often require the victim to enter into non-disclosure and
non-circumvention agreements, offering returns on investment in
“
a year and a day
”
and claim to use forms required by the
International Chamber of Commerce (ICC).

The purpose of these frauds
is to encourage the victim to send money to a foreign bank, where it is
transferred to an offshore account in the control of a con artist, such as
Harvey. From there, the victim
’
s
money is used for the perpetrator
’
s
personal expenses or is laundered in an effort to make it disappear.