GODFATHER

It was a small Italian restaurant on a back street in the Italian section of the city. Not many people came in there to eat but they didn’t need to rely on the amount of costumers to survive. There were no front windows just a door with a big glass pane in it. Just inside to the left were 6-7 tables for dining. To the right was a small bar with about 4 stools.
At the back were 3 steps going up that led to another small eating area with about 5 tables. A huge burgundy colored curtain could be drawn across the opening to close off this back eating area for a more private dining or as in the case tonight a private meeting.

At the end of the bar stood a giant of a man dressed in black suit jacket and tie, white shirt and black pants. If you looked you could see the bulge under the jacket from the gun he carried. An older white haired man behind the bar was polishing glasses. The only costumers in the place were a young couple sitting at the first table at the front door.

In the back section behind the closed burgundy curtain sat an elderly gentleman known to the restaraunt owners as the “Godfather”. 2 more of the “goons” stood in the room with a 3 seated at the same table as the Godfather. Sitting at a side table filing her nails was Gina. 22 yrs old and granddauther of the Godfather she had long dark hair, 34C chest and wearing tight jeans and a white peaseant off the shoulders blouse.

Diane parted the curtain and carried in a tray of drinks. Diane worked as a waitress in the restaurant. She was 46 yrs, had dark brown over the shoulder length hair, 36C chest. She wore black pants, a white short sleeve button front blouse and a black watriess apron. After giving the men their drinks she stood to the side talking with one of the standing men.

“Hey, where’s my bottled water” Gina blurted out.

Either Diane didn’t hear her or purposely ignored her. Gina felt the latter. She stood up and walked over behind the waitress and grabbed her arm turning her around.

“I said, where’s my fucking bottled water” Gina spat out her hands now on her slim hips.
“I’ll get it in a minute” Diane replied turning back to her conversation.
Gina was not going to be ignored like this in front of her grandfathers henchmen. She grabbed Diane’s shoulder again and turned her back around to face her.
“You’l get it now. Do you know who I am?”
“No and I don’t give a dam” Diane said swiping Gina’s arm away from her shoulder.
“You bitch” Gina said and pushed Diane backwards into to the guard. Now Diane was going to go back at the girl but she got a little extra help from the guard she was pushed in to. He gave her a push towards Gina. Diane hit her with both palms shoving Gina to the floor. The guards immediately started towards the waitress but stopped when the Godfather held up his hand.
“Someone has to teach her manners. It might as well be here today.” He said.

Gina realized what her grandfather said and scrambled to her feet. She came at Diane and they caught one another by the upper arms.
“if there is any teaching to be done here, I’ll do it.” Gina growled. The two started pushing and pulling each other.
The Godfather motioned one of the men to him, “Just make sure she doesn’t get to hurt, nothing in the face.”
He nodded to one of the others and they grabbed to the two struggling women and pulled them apart. He whispered to Diane what the Godfather had said and they shoved the two women together.
Diane and Gina grabbed each other by the hair and pulled. They spun into the burgundy curtain and tripped falling and tumbling down the 3 steps into the front section of the restaurant. The couple eating dinner both jumped to their feet as the two battling women went at each other grabbing hair again.

The goon at the door walked over and pulled the shade down and locked the door.
“Sit down” he said to them, “Finish your dinner and enjoy the show.”
The man’s eyes were locked on the two fighters pulling each other around by the hair. His young blonde wife held his arm and whispered, “Come on lets get out of here.”
The goon heard her and more sternly said, “When they are done you can leave. For now sit back down and enjoy.”
Seeing the husbands interested look at the catfight going on he asked him, “hey. Want to make a wager on who wins.”
“No he doesn’t” The wife said. “We don’t care who wins. They are nothing but two whor…………..” The look from the goon suggested she should keep her mouth shut.
Her husband was still awed at what was going on as Diane and Gina crashed into a table and went down on the floor. He leaned to the side to get a better view as the women were behind the other tables but soon rolled one another out into the middle of the floor locked tightly together.
They now had one another by the wrists instead of the hair.

“Yeah, yeah.” The guy said reaching into his pocket. “$50.00 dollars on the younger girl with the longer hair.”
“Donald….” His wife blurted out.
The goon leaned over towards her, “Maybe you’d like to fight the winner”

Gina and Diane fought on the floor wrestling back and forth tryig to pin one another down. The burgundy curtain had been pulled open and occasionally the Godfather glanced up to see how his grandaugther was doing.
Diane got the younger girl pinned down. Gina struggled under her.
“get off me you fucking bitch”
“Make me”
Gina got her knee in between them and shoved Diane off her. They got to their feet quickly and ran into each other. Arms went around necks in headlocks while the other hand began to rip at clothes.
Gina had no bra on and Diane soon had her bare breasts showing. Gina as well tore open Diane’s blouse and ripped apart the bra.
They pulled each other into another table tipping it over and sprawling them both back on the floor. They roled out of the mess still in headlocks and right down in front of the couples table.
The man was still open mouthed, however his blonde wife now jumped to her feet.
“get her.” She yelled. “get her good.” She swung her fists at an imaginary opponent.

Although Diane was older she was getting the better of the younger girl. They once again pulled each other to their feet and went into each others hair. Clumps of it, black and dark brown littered the floor. The two fighting women went up against the bar pushing a stool out of the way. Gina had Diane bent over the bar, her hand went under Diane’s chin pushing her head back. Diane got her own hand under Gina’s chin and shoved her head back. Gina groaned. Her hand let go of Diane’s hair and grabbed a glass off the bar. She reaised it over her head but Diane grabbed her wrist. She then brought her knee up hard into Gina’s crotch. Gina cried out and Diane kneed her again. The glass dropped from Gina’s hand and smashed on the bar. From the room at the back one of the goons appeared at the steps and made a slicing motion indictaing to stop the fight.
They didn’t need to step in as Diane kneed her a third time and Gina sank to the floor holding her hands between her legs.
Diane stepped away from her pulling back her tangled knotted hair,breathing heavy. Her full 36C breasts were in full view. She waited to see if Gina was going to get up but when she didn’t she pulled her torn blouse across her chest and headed for the kitchen. One of the goons interseppted her and pressed a wad of currency into her hand.

Donald who had jumped to his feet now slumped back down in his chair realizing that he had just lost $50.00 on top of paying for the dinner. The goon bumped him from the side and held out his hand. Donald slapped the $50.00 into his meaty palm. Two of the others tried to pick Gina up. She yelled and spit and scratched at them to leave her alone.
As Donald and his wife left the restaurant, two of the goons half dragged Gina towards the back room and her grandfather.