America 1982-Chapter 499 - 95: The Happy Life of the Rich
Martin finished a series of phone calls and sifted through piles of data reports. Despite the soreness from his prolonged hunching and a crick in his neck, he rushed to see Tommy to report on the progress. As per Tommy’s instructions, the permit for Jeff’s gathering on Coral Street had been obtained, and there were some on-site details that needed to be discussed and confirmed with Tommy.
Then he saw Tommy enjoying a vacation on Treasure Beach, accompanied by Stephen and the new crew. It seemed like he was the only one who was busy to death.
Even though there were countless tourists at Treasure Beach at that moment, Martin spotted Tommy and Stephen immediately because the two were just too flashy.
Tommy was wearing a pair of sunglasses, a cheap floral shirt from a street vendor, beach shorts, and flip-flops. The shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his chest, and he was bedecked with several cheap, shiny silver or golden necklaces. He sat boldly under a sun umbrella, surrounded by a few hot Cuban grass-skirt girls. Not too far away, a dozen men dressed similarly to him were sitting around.
Tommy, who was guarded and flattered like the center of attention, looked like the bastard son of a Colombian drug lord coming to the United States to expand his business.
Martin even saw two uniformed young officers hanging around nearby Tommy, occasionally laughing and talking with him.
Twenty meters across from him, Stephen was also under a sun umbrella, but his demeanor was completely different. He was wearing a clean, stiff-collared shirt, dress pants, and leather shoes, with a carpet beneath his feet to prevent his shoes from sinking into the sand. Nevertheless, he seemed to be in a bad mood, having pulled open his shirt collar and rolled up his sleeves. The dozen or so beautiful women and equally gentlemanlike men by his side also had somewhat somber expressions.
The situation surprised Martin. The scene looked like Tommy had become the fierce and passionate boss of a South American gang, while the white-haired Stephen appeared to be the new head of the English mafia, and they had established their battleground on the Florida beach.
The cameraman who was supposed to follow Tommy was now biting a cigar with only his beach shorts on, his camera hanging from his waist, aiming the lens at the stretch of sand left empty between the two parties. At that moment, a Florida girl with an outstanding figure was standing on a small stage built on the sand, next to her was a high-powered recorder. Facing the camera, she shook her long hair and body to the rhythm of the upbeat dance music, displaying her sensational and spicy dance moves, radiating sexiness and heat.
In front of both parties, two to three hundred people who were clearly tourists had formed a semicircle, watching the gorgeous girl’s hot dance like they would at a concert, with many raising their beers and cheering loudly for her.
At the end of the dance, the spicy girl finished with an exaggerated, incredibly sensual, perfect split with a lean-back action, chest out, and hair toss, putting an exclamation point on her performance!
Even Martin, who had just arrived, was startled by that move, letting out a surprised "wow"!
The tourists by the side of the stage screamed incessantly, and a guy who was clearly playing the role of a temporary host, dressed in swimwear and holding a megaphone, came up. He signaled for the girl to leave the stage and then turned to the audience, "Alright, if you want Katie from Stephen’s Angel Dance Troupe to win the fourth round of the PK, you’ve got to resist raising your hands! Or, if you think Barra from Tommy’s House of Flaming Beauties who just came on stage is more to your liking, raise your beers high! Now!"
As he finished speaking, countless beers were exuberantly lifted by the crowd. The host did a quick count, "I announce! In the fourth round! Barra from Tommy’s House of Flaming Beauties wins! The score is now 2:2! Everyone, get ready for the final round!"
When Barra learned of her victory, she didn’t rush to leave the stage but provocatively looked in Stephen’s direction, raising her middle fingers high, "Go home, Stephen, with all your fatties!"
After cursing, she finally turned and happily ran toward Tommy’s side, where everyone was clapping to celebrate her victory. Tommy stood up, hugged her tightly, then took a thin stack of bills handed to him by a girl nearby and handed it to the dancer, "I think maybe you won’t have to sell cheap jewelry for the next week. Give yourself a happy vacation; this is well deserved. You danced beautifully, Barra!"
The girl grabbed the money, shrieked happily, then hooked her arm around Tommy’s neck and gave him a strong kiss. Finally, she raised the bills, faced the audience, and proudly shouted, "I did it!"
"Last round, help me finish off Stephen and his lousy bunch, my lovely baby!" Tommy took a cigar from a girl, bit into it, and happily said to a girl who had just finished warming up, ready to take the stage first in the fifth round.
Confident, the girl winked at Tommy, who then looked towards a few other men, "Mr. Thomas, Mrs. Thomas, please give Louise some encouragement! You are also sponsors of this competition!"
