Tanya in Chicago
by Hamlet



Tanya was dressed as usual very sexily for her last night out in the wonderful
city of Chicago before she set off for the rest of her bike journey across the
USA, heading for San Francisco where she would take the plane back to
Vilkingsborg in Norseland.She was dressed, in a tight black leather dress that
was short enough to show off her wonderful, muscular thighs. It was
sleeveless, so her strong shoulders and bulging biceps were exposed. She wore
long black shiny leather gloves. She had on knee length black boots with razor
sharp heels to complete her outfit. She wore her hair in a single, long braid
hanging down across her wide back. revealing her long blonde hair.

She was drinking a beer and eating a gigantic hamburger at Monk's Pub on 205

West Lake St when she overheard a conversation in the corner of the pub. Two

short men were talking intensely together.

All of a sudden, she decided to call Rolf her partner. She was overcome by
loneliness again being all alone in the bar with no one.

Just wanted to tell you that I am in Chicago nearly half way across the USA.I
just wanted to tell you to behave yourself. I am heading for a place called
Omaha about seven hundred and forty-five kilometres west of here where I will
be spending tomorrow night. Just be a good boy and I can't wait to fondle your
member when I meet you again in Vikingsborg !

Ville bare fortelle deg at jeg er i Chicago nesten halvveis over hele USA. Jeg
ville bare fortelle deg at du skulle oppfoore deg selv. Jeg er paa vei mot et
sted som heter Omaha, rundt syv hundre og foortifem kilometer vest for her,
hvor jeg skal tilbringe i morgen kveld. Bare v�r en god gutt, og jeg kan ikke
vente med aa bli glad i medlemmet ditt naar jeg mooter deg igjen i
Vikingsborg!

'I promise to be a good boy and do as you say Tanya.'

'Jeg lover aa v�re en god gutt og gjoore som du sier Tanya.'

Their conversation was getting louder and she could not help overhearing it..

'I have been trying to collect the money from Joey for over a month now. I
took the normal route of calling, writing, leaving him messages. So far
nothing, no return calls, he is not answering his phone. I have even gone to
his house. I need the money, but Joey had sworn to me that he would pay it
back in two months. I wouldn't have asked him to go that far since he was an
old friend he could have returned the money whenever he could. I would
haveaccepted that. I have a problem with people promising to do something and
then not doing it. I have a reputation to uphold.'

'One thing about I know about Joey is that he brags and lies about how he has
conned someone. I had thought that our friendship was stronger than that, but
I heard rumours across town that Joey was bragging about the money he had
gotten from me, that he was not going to pay it back. Making a big joke out of
it. Now he had been avoiding me. Joey is slowly making an enemy of me.'

'I was hoping that he had a good excuse such as some relative had become very
ill or died, and he had to leave town to see about them. I was not sure if he
was in town or was hiding from me. Even though there were rumours of his
bragging, that was just Joey and he was not going to change. '

Tanya walked over to the two men

'Hello I overheard your conversation. How much does this person owe you?'

'What's it got to do with you you foreign mucle freak lady and where you from
anyway with that accent?'

I'm Norselandic in case you can't tell you'd better tell me now or I might get
physical with you!'

She stood over him menacingly. She yearned for some action and here was her
chance to earn some extra money she needed for her trip. She began to stand
right over him ready to bring her boot heel down his leg. He began to
demonstrate fear as he gazed at the razor-sharp heels of her boots.

'Err well since you ask its $20000 ma'am. By the way my name is Mike and this
is

my friend Don.'

'Right My name is Tanya I'll collect the money and I'm taking 10% for my
commission will take the money before I give it to you so where do you want me
to go?'

'Well it's the Gangster Lounge in Cicero.'

If she couldn't find him, she might as well have some fun. She grabbed her
leather jacket as she headed out the door that led to her mighty Hardanger
bike outside.

It took her forty-five minutes to reach Cicero

Al Capone had built his criminal empire in Chicago before moving to Cicero to
escape the reach of Chicago police. The 1980s and 1990s saw a heavy influx of
(mostly Mexican and Central American) residents to Cicero. Once considered
mainly

Czech or Bohemian town most of the European-style restaurants and shops had
been replaced by Spanish-titled businesses. In addition, Cicero has a small
Black community.'

Cicero was taken up and abandoned several times as site for a civil right
march in the mid-1960s. The American Friends Service Committee, the Rev.
Martin Luther King, and many affiliated organizations, including churches,
conducted marches against housing and school de facto segregation and
inequality in Chicago and several suburbs, but the leaders feared too violent
a response in Chicago Lawn and Cicero. Eventually, a substantial march (met by
catcalls, flying bottles and bricks from the White residents) was conducted in
Chicago Lawn, but only a splinter group, led by the Rev.# Jesse Jackson,
marched into Cicero itself.

After parking the Hardanger in his driveway Tanya walked up to his door and
rang the doorbell. No answer. She rang the bell again before pushing the door
open.sticking her head in and peeping around for starters, she called Joey by
name. No answer.

She could see what she thought was Joey through a window, sitting behind his
desk. From everything in the file about him, there was a good chance that she
would have to beat the money out of him. That was fine with her. She was
definitely ready for some action; she had not had any for a while.

. Joey's office was on the third floor, in an old building without elevators.
She heard steps; someone was coming down the stairs... She found that it was
easier to collect from people if they are alone, without an audience. When
they are around their peers, they feel as if they have to be tough guys. To
save face, they could tell her to go f----k herself, which always resulted in
a nasty fight. She always won of course and. had never lost a fight in her
life.

.

She knocked on the door and a husky voice came from behind it asking "Who is#

it?"

'I am a friend of Joey " she answered. The door opened and a man about 6'1"
stood there. She knew his height, because she was 6'3" in her heels and

we# were eyeball to eyeball. Joey looked up at her with a smile on his face

saying,

"What an impressive looking woman you are. How do you know Mike, and why?

would you beta friend of his. Do we have any business together?"

"This is a personal matter," she replied. "Could we have some privacy?"

'This is all the privacy that anyone ever gets when I'm taking care of
business. So, tell me what it is you want, and ignore old Jeff over there.
Have a seat.'

She thanked him and refused to take a seat, at the same time extending her
leather gloved hand toward him as a gesture of good faith.

. Behind the desk sat a 5'10" fat slob.

"Well little lady, and from the looks of you that is a definite understatement
isn't it?" he replied,

'Well, you could say that, and I can see why they call you Big Joey." she
smiled at him.

'I am Tanya Helgasdottir Mike' collection officer. Maybe you changed you mind
about paying him the money you owe, so I am here to help you make the right
decision.'

Jeff began to laugh out loud.

'What in the hell can you do to make the boss change his mind beside---"

Big Joey cut him off.

"Jeff, be quiet and let me handle this."

She spoke again.

'Look Joey, may I call you Joey? You owe Mike the money and I'm here to
collect it, so what will it be? We can do this the easy way or the hard way.'

Big Joey said "Go back and tell Mike I want to know what he was thinking when
he sent a woman to try to collect his money from me, Big Joey."

He stood up and walked around his desk. Jeff was still standing off to the
side. With rage in his voice, Big Joey began to instruct Jeff to throw her out
of the office, slapping her at the same time.

As Jeff moved towards her, the back of Big Joey's hand landed on her right
jaw, knocking her to the floor.

Her body rolled across the floor, bumping against the wall bringing it to a
stop. Joey was yelling at Jeff

"GET THAT NORSI BITCH OUTTA HERE!"

TO BE CONTINUED

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