Jason Maloney Journal
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February 15, 2007
*opening my journal for the first time in months.
I need to at least record this famous week in Geno history. Tammi introduced me to our new Big Apple Escorts manager aka madam, Lauren Bianchi, in the Carnegie Hill lobby. They were on their way to her initial Genovese meeting. It seems that Diego met Lauren in Vegas a few months ago and decided she might make just the right manager of our escort services.
Lauren showed up last night at the Spa, asking for a tour of the place. I took her around, through the hairdressing salon, the physical workout room, the pool and finally the massage parlor.
I invited her to test the massage rooms with me and she agreed whole heartedly with a nice sultry little smile. I explained the massage room rules, no intercourse in the Spa under any circumstances, but we're allowed to get the clients "off" if they request it.
She asked if we can use our apartments or go to the client's rooms. I said sure, but then all the Big Apple Escort fees apply. I started the massage, working from her neck and shoulders down.
I had just gotten a nice little moan out of her by brushing the sides of her nice breasts and told her I'd start on her legs next. I was half way up the last thigh, testing how far she might choose to let me go when the red light alarm started going off.
I bolted out in the reception area where Tammi was tugging her dress back up, recovering an exposed breast. It was a stranger, a tough looking dude that obvious had tried to disrobe her when she managed to back up and hit the alarm. Two of out workout room trainers had already arrived and the guy was backing away.
Tammi called me off before I could kick his fucking ass, I'm not sure why. Maybe she had provoked him. We let him leave, and Lauren who came out wrapped in just a towel, took my hand and led me back, obviously intent on finishing the massage. I was ready to make her happy, but at the last minute she said it might be wise if we met in her place at a better time, assuming that only she and I would ever know what we did there.
She sure is one hell of a sexy female. I'm damn glad she showed up to take over Big Apple Escorts.
*smiling as I close my journal and put it safely away*
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July 2, 2006
Last night I met a delightful young lady named Ella Ricci at the Four Seasons bar. Rachel introduced us and we chatted endlessly late into the night. I gave her my Carnegie Hill Spa business card and told her the first massage would be free, something I offer to get more business. She agreed and said that she'd call and make an appointment.
There was some kind of an accident out front of the Four while I was there so I stuck my nose out the door. Apparently some lady in a beat up old car had hit what looked like a cowboy. Since they were badgering back and forth and he wasn't seriously injured, I just went back inside to concentrate on Ella. We shared a taxi cab home and I dropped her off at her place. I see a lot more developing here.
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*opening my new private journal, a record I've decided to keep*
February 8, 2006
Last Friday night I bumped into Maddie at the Four Seasons Club bar. We chatted for a few minutes at the bar, joking around a bit, but then Maddie dragged me off to one of the more private booths.
I still remember leading Diego's team that saved her after she was kidnapped. Madison Cirillo, the Mafia Princess daughter of Domenic Cirillo. The Quiet Don, who retired when Diego took over the Genovese family.
She was beautiful beyond belief and, of course, out of my reach as a mere Genovese family wise guy.
I grew up in Queens, the only son of a poor cobbler and a seamstress. My life changed at the age of 14 when both my parents were murdered by some street gang thugs as they left an Italian restaurant. These guys were druggies and thought my father had money on him. When he refused to give up his wallet, they shot him in cold blood, then realized he had under thirty dollars on him. They dragged my mother in an ally, raped her, then shot her too.
I was rooming the streets when a man named Ernie Betrone found me and gave me a job running number slips. I used that job to gradually find out who those thugs were. I explained my situation to Ernie and his boss, Diego Farina. Two days later both bodies were found beaten to death and floating in the Hudson River.
I worked my way up the Genovese family chain, earning my "made man" status as a collector for Easy Loans. That was when I met April Dawn, the woman that managed Big Apple Escorts. She put me to work as one of her male escorts, and eventually a trained masseuse for the Carnegie Hill Spa.
I now have a really nice apartment in the Carnegie Hill Complex and a nice relationship with my current boss, Tammi Hanlin.
Back to Maddie in that Four Seasons Club booth. Maddie recently lost her unborn baby, divorced her Columbia University student husband and I could see she wasn't fully recovered. As we sipped wine and chatted, I felt her foot touch mine under the table in the secluded booth. Was it an accident? Maybe not, so I played a little footsies with her under there.
Sure enough, that spark came back in her eyes and I knew we both had the hots for each other. I offered to give her a private massage in her Carnegie Hill apartment. She topped that by inviting me for a weekend in her Cayman Island home. We spent Friday night in her place, took the private jet down to the Caymans on Saturday morning, and she showed me around her fantastic place. That afternoon I found her sun bathing naked on a lounge chair by the pool.
So, I stripped down, gave her a good look at what I had to offer on the diving board and dove in. She followed me to the board, dove in, swam over right in front of me, teased me a bit, then swam over to the concrete steps into the pool and waited. It was pretty obvious she liked what she saw. I swam over. returned the teasing until we did the deed right there in the pool.
I sure hope she's on the pill!!
*little smile*
