Tammi Hanlin's Diary
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January 5, 2007
Dear Diary,
Here I sit, adding a few notes regarding Eoin's test massage on my anxiously awaiting body yesterday. He more than lived up to my expectations. He has marvelous hands and a technique all his own.
Since he'd already seen me naked, I just stripped down with him in the room. He even unzipped my little black dress for me, but he knows to step outside for his regular clients
He started at my feet, using the Midnight Fire lotion I requested. By the time he reached my upper thighs my nipples were responding and I didn't object when he massaged my lower cheeks. He worked his way up my back, aligning my vertebrae and loosening my muscles.
I know it wasn't easy for him to retain a professional stance, but I did smile to myself when he pressed tight to the massage table to hide his obvious physical reactions.
He cleverly asked the required question, "Ma'am... it's customary, and included in the cost to do the front of your legs and arms together... if you'd like a towel, I can get you one…." He let those words hang out there like ripe fruit.
My response was, ""Just in case there was any doubt in your mind, Eoin.... you're passing with flying colors." and I turned over exposing the rest of my body. He could see my very deep red and erect nipples telegraphing exactly what I'd just said.
He smiled professionally and commence to do my left arm. When started to workhis way around to my other arm, I used that moment to drop my left arm and brush over the lump in his shorts saying," Ooops…. sorry."
I had to try and smother a giggle as he tried to ignore the contact. I have to hand it to him, he was professional in every way.
I simply said, "I think you're gonna survive here."
He just laughed, "I'm sure it will be difficult at times Ma'am... but I think I'll be "up" for the task"
He was soon massaging my breasts and in order to maintain the spa rules we adjourned to my 4th floor apartment where he finished the evening off in style. Oh yeah, I plan to keep this stud.
I did call Lindsay last night to advise here that Eoin would deliver her $2500 dollar prize since the Thursday number was 069. I suggested to Eoin that giving Lindsay a massage might be a wise way to garner her future support. After all, she is quite "close" to Don Diego.
*closing and locking my diary*
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January 4, 2007
Dear Diary,
I was tickled pink, in more ways than one, when Eoin agreed to accept my offer to work for me in the Carnegie Hill Spa. His primary job for Diego will still be managing the Numbers racket, but his cover up job will be as a masseuse in my spa.
I moved him out of that dingy Edison hotel room in Brooklyn and he's bunking in with me at my nice 4th floor apartment in Carnegie Hill. I do have a spare bedroom, but so far he hasn't even messed up the sheets there. I have a maid service that replaces my bedding as required, which has turned out to be daily. Eoin has real staying power.
We'll see how he holds up when his new female customers request "special services". I told him to use the spare room for that hanky panky, or get another room. I advised him that once in a while Diego gives me "assignments", clients that get special favors like Sawyer Holloway, the Queens councilman. Eoin just smiled, because that means he's a free spirit, too.
All in all, a wonderful start for 2007.
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December 27, 2006
Dear Diary,
What a couple weeks! Christmas at Diego's mansion was delightful. Then giving Johnny Dee his first free massage. He's such a cute guy. Johnny is taking over the job as the manager of Refuse Removal Inc. and Ben has been taking him around to visit all the boroughs and their maintenance shops.
Then the Genovese party held last night at the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club where Johnny Dee showed up with that smug look on his face. But the real surprise at the party was Eoin Ryan, an Irishman that Denny Mahoney introduced. Apparently Diego will assign Eoin the job managing the Numbers Racket here in New York City. Diego said Denny could give him a job at thePub as a cover for his real activites.
I couldn't keep my eyes off Eoin and his beautiful, inviting, blue eyes. He singled me out at the bar while the others were enjoying the buffet. We chatted a bit and I invited him over tomorrow to my Carnegie Hill Spa for a massage, saying it would release the stress and tension involved in his new huge responsibilities.
Eoin just gave me the most inviting smile and said, "Why wait until tomorrow?"
I downed my wine and we hurried out, catching a taxi to Manhattan. I left him in the massage room to strip down while I changed into one of those slinky nightgowns I wear when giving the kind of massage I had in mind.
Needless to say, I broke on of my own house rules and we did it on the massage table like a couple rabbits. My excuse was the place was empty, but it was really just plain lust. I took him upstairs to my apartment where we spent the night examining each other's bodies and doing things I'm too embarrassed to write in here. Even showering together this morning was special.
I called Diego as soon as Eoin left, asking him if I could "keep" him. I said Eoin would make a wonderful masseuse, something I was sure of after experiencing those wonderful hands of his all night. Diego just laughed and said sure, as long as Eoin was willing.
I left a message on Eoin's cell phone advising him of my plans.
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October 20, 2006
*sitting in my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill I opened up my private diary*
I was just standing in the Carnegie Hill Spa reception area chatting with our receptionist, Molly, when he walked in. Over six feet of real man, graying hair over the crest of his ears, obviously an Irishman with a captivating smile.
He said his name was Declan Mulqueen, recently arriving from Dublin, Ireland and he had an annoying crick in his neck. He asked if we could squeeze him in for a massage. All the other girls were busy, but I said I could handle him myself.
He paid Molly the $100 fee with two fifties and followed me back to the last open massage room, number twelve. I ushered him inside, told him to strip down as far as he chose, then cover himself on the table with the towel I handed him. I left for a few minutes to give him a little privacy.
When I entered, I found him face down on the massage table ready and waiting. We agreed on the Midnight Fire lotion and I soon had him moaning softly on the table as I eased every vertebrae back into place. The scar on his shoulder was no doubt a bullet wound, but he belittled it as just want can happen when in the service.
The stress in his body gradually disappeared and he even admitted I obviously knew what I was doing. He only hesitated slightly when I finished his legs and asked if he wanted to turn over. He was well endowed and obviously was enjoying the massage…… a lot.
I made sure he was satisfied before I left him there to get dressed.
*smiling to myself as I closed my diary and locked it, placing it in the locked desk drawer in my den*
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September 20, 2006
*sitting in my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill I opened up my private diary*
Dear diary,
Yesterday was fun. I missed meeting up with Sawyer Holloway, the Queens current councilman who's the leading candidate to retain that position in the November elections. He was too busy kissing babies to spend any time kissing me I guess.
I did attend the Geno meeting as usual and asked Adam Kaufman to take me home in his pick up truck after the meeting. Ben took Maddie home too. I guess that explains why they call those vehicles "pick up" trucks.
I suggested that Adam leave his truck in my parking garage spot, just in case he spent the night. Which he did. Much to my pleasure. One very amiable and exciting man.
*closing my diary with a smile, locking it and putting it away.
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May 14, 2006
*sitting in my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill I opened up my private diary*
This morning I took a taxi over to Diego's nice brownstone mansion and shared lunch and a bottle of wine with him. I filled him in on my meeting late Saturday night with that Anthony Terriali of D'Amelio Properties, Ltd. It turns out that Mila must have a thing for this Tony, as she calles him, so he's not paying for her "services".
I pressed him as hard as I could, but he pretty much ignored me when I mentioned the piers. He did give me his business card with a phone number and I told him to expect a call from Diego.
I also told Diego about Stephen, the guy Rachel introduced me to on Saturday morning, the guy I intend to possibly hire as a masseuse and a male escort for Big Apple Escorts. He jokingly asked me if the guy was any "good". I just laughed and suggested he ask Lindsay since she took Stephen home to "dust" a few things for her.
Diego just smiled, poured me my fifth glass of wine and later took me upstairs to "sleep it off" in his bed. He is quite talented in the sack, I have to admit that much.
*closing my diary with a smile, locking it and putting it away.
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May 8, 2006
*returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private diary*
On Sunday night I was in the tub enjoying a nice hot bath and a glass of wine when the phone rang. Luckily I keep an multi-extension handy so I was able to take the call as Big Apple Escorts. The call turned out to be from Barry Watters who said he found this number in a Columbia University rest room.
Not exactly the most thrilling start, but we worked things out. He was alone and I was alone so we agreed he'd pick me up and take me just down the street to a nearby Pizza Hut where we shared a Hawaiian deep dish pizza and a pitcher of beer.
Before the conversation went too far, I told him that I recognized his name from Lindsay's column and that I knew he was dating Tiffany Farina, my boss's daughter. That took him back a quick step, but he confirmed that he wasn't in any monogamous relationships.
I offered him a free introductory massage in the Carnegie Hill Spa in return for the pizza party. He agreed and we'll no doubt get that in this week.
No word from Tommasi after the meeting with Diego. I hope that works out!!
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April 30, 2006
*upon returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private journal*
On Friday I gave Sal Tommasi a massage. We agreed that might just be the best place to talk in private . I knew he was tense, but the Midnight Fire lotion was loosening his muscles and he certainly was enjoying my talented hands.
He admitted he was concerned that Diego might just eliminate him at the first opportunity, but I told him I'd already spoken with Diego and felt I could set up a meeting where both parties would feel safe.
Diego said the safest place for the meeting might be during the daytime in Central Park. His bodyguards could remain a safe distance away, making sure there were no surprises as people walked or ran around the park paths while he and Sal sat on a bench. I'm sure Sal will call me again where we can set up the meeting, because we never quite finished in that massage room.
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*upon returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private journal*
I finally told Diego that I'd found Sal Tommasi, semi-disguised, in a dark corner of the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club Tuesday night after our meeting. It took me a few minutes to calm him, saying that Sal was probably afraid to go straight up to Diego.
I explained why I'd gone down to the Oasis Club to meet with Sal, leaving out the fact that I'd always wondered just what a Tommasi might be like in bed. Once again he was upset, first because I went down there alone without telling him, and second because he wondered what the hell Sal was doing down there. Was he aligning himself with the Zasa people?
I assured him that I'd do my best to find out what was in Sal's head. He stared at me, asking me if I was sure which twin I was dealing with. I had to admit I wasn't sure, just assumed it was Sal and that when I called Tommasi Sal, he responded in a favorable way.
I promised not to go down there again, especially alone. I'll keep that promise, but hopefully Sal will show up again, possibly in the Carnegie Hill Spa where I'd have more control over the situation.
*closing my journal…… Sal still in my mind as I headed for bed*
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*upon returning to my 4th floor apartment at Carnegie Hill, I sat down at my computer and opened up my private journal*
April 19, 2006
I was surprised to see Mira at the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club last night when I arrived. She was obviously teasing Tony Soprano while serving Diego and Tony drinks over at Diego's private table while Diego was selling Tony on the proposed New Jersey construction work. It turns out Diego promised Tony a free ride with Mira to close the deal.
After our private meeting in the 2nd floor conference room, I stopped to say hello to Mira at the bar where Gino was working. Gino was busy flirting with a sexy blonde at the other end of the bar, but my primary interest was the man Mira was flirting with. She introduced me to this Anthony fellow, who struck me as more than the average John Doe. I made a note to ask Mira more about him.
But before I could pursue my conversation with Anthony further, I caught a glimpse of what looked like Sal Tommasi in a dark corner of the bar. I excused myself and walked over. It was Sal all right, or at least I think it was him. I sat down and we quietly talked. Typical of a Tommasi, he had his hand on my knee. I stopped his hand there, even though I felt those exciting tingles, and suggested we slip out of the Hunt Club and go somewhere else to talk.
We left the club individually, so Gino wouldn't notice Sal. I waved down a taxi and caught up with Sal a half block away. He gave me his card with Oasis written on the back. I took the cab down there alone. I entered the Oasis, finding it dark with the men huddled up close to the stage ogling the strippers. My eyes gradually adjusted to the dark and I found an empty booth in the back. Sal found me, asked what I wanted to drink, then went to the bar.
He returned a few minutes later with my wine and his drink. I knew Diego would scream blue murder because I'd gone off alone with the unreliable Tommasi, but I wanted to try and find out what the hell was going on. Sal was obviously afraid Diego might just have him whacked for disappearing like that. Maybe I could ease Sal back into the fold and he was a very interesting man.
To be continued
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December 10, 2005
I was surprised when Bobby Campbell showed up at the Spa without an appointment. He said he had a little pain in his lower back and asked if we could squeeze him in for a massage. Taryn was busy but I said I might handle it myself.
He made me an offer I just couldn't refuse, a trade. A free portfolio shoot in return for a free massage. I never thought of myself as a model, but he said he was damn sure he could find me work, so I agreed.
I've heard all about Bobby and his seduction of women in his studio, but I'm certainly capable of making my own decisions. I sent him back to massage room three to get undressed, then followed him back 5 minutes later.
He was laying face down on the table, totally naked, not even bothering with the towel or sheet I had offered. I put a hot blanket on his back while I prepared for the massage, choosing our own Midnight Fire lotion.
The massage went quite well, me finding the tender spot and relaxing that muscle. I did a full massage and an hour later he was laying there face up, one happy and very satisfied customer.
We agreed that I'd call him later, once I finished my duties, then head over to his studio for the photo shoot.
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After speaking with Diego, I headed over to Sawyer Holloway's election headquarters in Queens. Diego wanted me to try and set up a meeting with this potential new councilman in Queens.
One look at Sawyer alive and in the flesh was enough to convince me that he is indeed special. He has a little southern drawl and the kind of male magnitude that makes a woman quiver in those private spots.
Bridget Martin was interviewing him and I got her to introduce me. After the TV crew left, Sawyer invited me in his office where we could talk privately away from the hubbub out front. We talked about the labor support he was receiving and I advised him that Diego Farina was quietly supporting that labor position through Allen Dockery, the president of the AFL-CIO that was resigning his council seat in Queens.
Sawyer agreed to have dinner with Diego and me at the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club after the polls closed and before Sawyer delivered his acceptance speech at the Queens Hotel.
The dinner went quite well, Sawyer agreeing that Refuse Removal Inc. will indeed get his support for 2006 as usual. Diego offered Holloway Dockery's vacated seat on the Genovese Enterprises board and Sawyer accepted immediately.
Cami Diaz, who also won the Brooklyn seat on Tuesday, stopped by as did Joe Morelli, the Long Island councilman. Cami will also reclaim her seat on the Genovese board.
After a delicious steak dinner and raspberries over ice cream for dessert, I rode back to the Queens Hotel with Sawyer in his limo. We enjoyed our first kiss there, but I ducked way back out of sight as he left the limo to greet the applauding crowd. No sense giving the press more to yak about.
I'm sure I'll be seeing a lot more of this handsome man, since he said he'd love it if I gave him a massage at the Carnegie Hill Spa.
