Tammi Hanlin's Diary
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January 16, 2008
Dear Diary,
I attended the annual Genovese Enterprises meeting chaired by Diego Farina on Tuesday night. Diego was in great spirits and everybody seemed really happy. The profits are up and our bonuses were great.
I shared a taxi over to the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club with Eoin and I was surprised to see Colin Martino, the Teamsters president, sitting at the Bergen Hunt and Fish Club bar chatting with Diego. I introduced Colin to Eoin and LizBeth Nickles who also happened to show up at the bar. Liz won the Playboy centerfold for February and was just bubbling all over. We chatted a bit and Liz stayed there with Colin when Diego herded us upstairs to the conference room.
I had to keep chasing Eoin's hand off my thigh under the table, during the meeting. After the meeting was over, Eoin invited me to come along while he gave Eva Macy her numbers lottery winnings.
Since this was the second time we'd delivered her five grand, she didn't even hesitate. She counted the money, signed off the mark, poured us each a glass of a delicious wine, then invited us back in her bedroom to see her new comforter. Needless to say, we wound up naked in her bed and had a fine time. Eoin, like most men, loves a Menage a Trois and it certainly tickled my fancy.
*closing and locking my diary*
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December 27, 2007
Dear Diary,
On Wednesday night, after waiting for Eoin to finish up massaging a client, we grabbed a taxi and headed over to Queens to check out the new tattoo place Lindsay had mentioned to me.
It's called Kat von D's High Voltage Tattoos and Galleries. I've sort of wanted a very small butterfly tattoo on my ankle and Lindsay said that Kat was an artist, not your typical cheap tattoo parlor situation. The cab driver found us the place at 200 Vernon Blvd, just north of the Manhattan Queens bridge.
It was an old East River waterside warehouse that Kat purchased and spent a ton of money revamping it into a pretty nice place. Kat apparently lives right there on the upper floor. The ground floor opens into a hall way with the tattoo parlor on the left and her art studio in the back.
We were surprised to find Samantha Emeris there considering getting a tattoo. We were chatting about our choices when Robert Jackson, the Citibank VP and new Queens councilman, arrived. He chatted with Kat regarding the loans he provided for the purchase and renovation of the old structure.
The next surprise was the arrival of Yvette and her pilot, Jason. Turned out that Yvette indeed has a tattoo and we spent a while seeing who might be able to guess where it's located. It turned out that my guess was correct. Her cute little lotus flower is tattooed directly above her secret garden, barely covered by her underwear.
When I finally selected a pretty butterfly from the huge samples booklet and asked what it might cost, Kat said $250 and described how she would handle it.
"First, I sketch out the image free hand and add my own little touches to it and show it to you, if you like it, I transfer it onto your skin and you look at it and have a final chance to say if it's too big, too small, or something is wrong, THAN I tattoo it and if you like it, you pay me then. I don't take more than I quote."
I decided to let her do it and Sam followed asking for a small rose on her upper thigh. It was pretty exciting as Kat applied a local pain killer and set to work. Cinnamon did Sam's tattoo while Eoin teased her about wearing Care Bear panties when she had to hike up her skirt to get her rose in just the right place.
Eoin and I shared a taxi back to the Carnegie Hill apartment complex where we both have 4th floor apartments.
*closing and locking my diary*
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November 22, 2007
Dear Diary,
On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving, I wandered over to Mahoney's Irish Pub in Brooklyn with Eoin for a night on the town. Eoin needed to stop by Mahoney's to meet with Dennis and go over the monthly numbers racket slips, so I just tagged along for some fun.
Jamie Peterson supplied the entertainment, singing, dancing, and giving the guys a peek a boo boob shot each time as she left the stage. She certainly puts on a great show.
Denny told Eoin that Janie had played twenty bucks 904 number that hit on the Dow, so they went in Denny's office where Denny provided the cash out of his safe. Ten one thousand dollar bills that Eoin personally delivered in the back stage dressing room, between her sets.
I finally got to meet the French actress, Yvette Beauvais, that Lindsay Davis has been mentioning. She arrived with a cute guy named Jason, that apparently is Thomas Quinn's private pilot. Rachel tells me she's given Yvette a role in next week's play as Grace.
Samantha surprised us by showing up there, in spite of the fact her son, Devin, had been missing for several days. She had her new bodyguard, Donny Gunn, with her and it was obvious that her father, Anthony Emeris, must have contacted her. She said they were looking for help when she met with her father and I agreed to supply Eoin and Jason to help Donny deal with Anthony. Once she has Devin back in her hands they plan to call the police and the FBI and turn him over as a kidnapper.
After Jamie's final set, Eoin and I agreed to take her home since she was carrying that ten grand in her purse. She invited us inside and we wound up spending the night. Jamie can be a delicious handful.
*closing and locking my diary*
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July 6, 2007
Dear Diary,
It's been a busy six months and I haven't touch my diary that whole time. I will make no attempt to include everything that's happened during those months, but my trip to Atlantic City with Eoin over the 4th of July Independence Day made me get my diary out of the safe.
First, Diego had me put Samantha Emeris to work at the Spa as a towel girl. She is also singing at his Four Seasons Supper Club several nights a week. Per his instructions I've given her room 417 on the 4th floor of the Carnegie Hill apartment complex, a two bedroom place where she can deal with her six year old son, Devin. We're even having the Big Apple Escort ladies that live on the floor baby sit when Sam is working. They take turns depending on which ones have some "free time".
Now, back to my trip with Eoin. He's now my favorite guy, but it was still a shock on Wednesday evening as we sat on the swing watching the fire works from the 12th floor deck of the condo overlooking the ocean.
The startling words as we watched the fireworks were, "Those are beautiful….. almost as beautiful as you are."
I sat there on the swing wondering where that came from and what Eoin meant. My answer was a whispered, "Gee thanks……. I'm stunned."
"I'd rather look at you any day…. everyday," was his response.
"You are one very romantic man, Eoin..... no way did I ever think I'd start singling out my lovers."
"Me?... Romantic?... I thought you liked me for my hands...," he laughed.
I blushingly responded, "You know I love those hands........... and a few other benefits you offer.......... but that's not why I'm sitting here in Atlantic City watching fireworks with you........ I've gone beyond the veneer."
"I'm pretty happy with your veneer... and everything beneath as well," he smiled.
As we kissed I had to wondered if my life was about to change. Could it? Will Diego even allow it to change............ as they say...... once you're in...... you can't just walk away.
We sat there discussing what our jobs demand. His escort work and the way I have to keep several top politicians happy and in the Genovese fold.
I told Eoin that I actually told Diego "no" last week when he invited me over to his mansion. He asked why and I just said it might be best if we kept it on purely a business relationship from now on.
Eoin gave me the look, "Are you sure he's gonna accept that?... I mean I nearly had a heart attack when I found out that you and he... I mean after you and I had... you know."
I answered quickly with, "I've only slept with Diego three times, Eoin....... casual sex.......... I'm not sure what he's thinking right now."
The fireworks ended and we left it like that. We stayed in Atlantic City until Thursday after noon when we drove back together.
What does the future hold? Who knows, but I'm sure enjoying the ride.
*closing and locking my 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*
