Navel Destroyer by Gutsy
The Blonde walked into the Guido Sarcone Social Club like she owned the place. She didn't; but when she finished her job she hoped to.
No had ever taken her seriously in the Family. After all, she was a woman in a very male chauvinist world. No one ever imagined she might make a bid for headship of the Family after her father "died of sidewalk" one cold night in New York. That's how he ended up: face-down and dead on the concrete outside his favorite steakhouse. She vowed she would both avenge him and take over from the turn-coats who'd decided he needed to go.
The composed sun-tanned and well-made bottle blonde daughter of the late Boss with the hitherto ribald surname of "Ombelico" decided to go with a mode of revenge that the very name suggested.
As she entered the hang-out two wannabe's by the names of Rico and Nicky looked up from their beer and gave her the eye. She was a sight: busty. blonde, high heeled hooker boots with stiletto heels; and a two-piece black leather fetishy outfit that left her midriff bare. Her exquisitely delicate innie was adorned by a navel ring that took the form of a Death's Head: her little private joke.
"Hey...what's with comin' here?" ..asked Rico..."Yeah..and what's with that skull ting in ya bellybutton hole??? sniggered Nicky.
She sighed and replied..."It's BELLYBUTTON...not a BELLYBUTTON HOLE.... and it kinda' goes with the name, doncha' think?
"What name? one of the lugs asked...
Geeezz..youze boys are dumb! she replied in her best Staten Island... "Ombelico" means BELLYBUTTON!!!
Both men laughed...she added coyly..gesturing to the zippers on their track suits...Why dont' youze boys unzip and let me see if youze REALLY got an "ombelico"?
Rico and Nicky looked at each other and with the cocky macho air they learned from watching "The Sopranos" they both unzipped their jackets and yanked their wife-beaters up to reveal a pair of tight shallow innies.
As they grinned at each other they turned to face the Blonde: they stared in horror as she held a silenced pistol pointed at them, belly-level.
Without any further ado she plugged each one once: pfffft! pffft!; giving each guy a slug apiece directly into his "ombelico".
Both gangsters grunted like pigs and staggered, hands pressed to the belly.
"F**K! they both moaned...."right in the......
"friggin' BELLYBUTTON...I know...hurts don't it.....the Blonde finished their sentence.
Both men stupidly nodded.
The Blonde herded them towards a nearby janitor's closet, opened the door, and shoved the guys in. The two moaned and clutched their bellies, blood oozing from now VERY deep innies.
She slammed the door...and turned the lock...
Enjoy it boys...figure it'll take ya's maybe 15 minutes to croak....
She turned up the music so no one would hear them.The Blonde slammed the door on the bar room leaving the music baring to cover the sounds emitting from the locked janitor's closet where 2 unhappy de-navelled greaseballs were coming to terms with their impending mortality.
Two innies down... she thought as she entered the next room.
There sat Vito, a soldier in her father's former Family. The man as usual was stuffing his face. On the table before him was a jug of Chianti and a very large veal parmigiana hero sandwhich. He had to pack at least 250 lbs on a 5'6" frame: almost all of it concentrated in his belly. One thing you say about Vito: he had a magnificent belly: round, big, hairless and always hanging out in front. As he saw the Blonde he nearly swallowed his tongue... What the F**K you doin' here? Where's my nephews??? referring to the unhappy duo doing the Death Dance in the closet outside.
Ohh..you mean Rico and Nicky...?..oh...they send their regrets...but they ain't feelin' so well....bad bellyaches...somethin' they ate,
Vito was lumbering up from the chair reaching for the gun tucked in the elastic waistband of his typical Goomba track suit. That told the Blonde all she needed to know.
Oh Vito...please don't get up...after all I'm only the daughter of your FORMER...LATE Boss... but I would like to see that gun
The big bellied man had little choice...esp as he now noticed the nasty looking silenced pistol the Blonde had levelled at his ample mid-section.
You know, Vito...I just LOVE a man with a belly....unzip that tent you're wearin' and let me see yours....
The gangster mused maybe she was turned on by him?...and unzipped his track suit jacket and his large rounded Miami-suntanned smooth belly emerged.
The Blonde giggled and gestured at his well-exposed belly...Ecco, que un' ombelico!!!
The thug looked puzzled....
Don't you friggin' Sicilian transplants know ANY good Italian?..what I said was..." Now, THAT'S a bellybutton!!!
And indeed Vito's belly was crowned with an immensely deep round cavernous innie that seemed to suck in light and turn into one of those "dark holes" of the universe they talked about on the Discovery Channel.
She walked over and tickled it with the silenced muzzle of her hand gun...
You hungry ya' fat waglio? the Blonde taunted the sweating man.
The jerkola actually belched at that moment...sending the Blonde into a flood of giggles....
She then firmly inserted her gun into his cavernous innie...He squirmed...then...calmly....with a grin...she plugged it....pffft!...piggie Vito grunted...she plugged 'im again....pffft!..he squealed now....she plugged 'im one more time....pffttt!. He stred in horror and agony...and she whispered in his ear....Belly like yours needs an extra serving of lead....
He fell back on his chair, hands now slapped to his more than ample gut...
Well now...there y'are fat man....eat up........the man squirmed and groaned in agony. She stuffed his mouth with the rest of the sandwhich he eating and whispered again... Last bite, Vito...in memort of Daddy...
She stood back and watched the dying thug writhe in agony...his unzipped jacket revealing a vast expanse of belly...with blood slowly flowing down the expanse of gut fron what once been Vito's truly heroic sized bellybutton.
As he expired...she looked at him...and gestured as if she would shoot him again...he took the hint...and after arching his massive belly up in agony...conveniently died.
One more BIG innie..... she thought....