Las Vegas Sins and Scams, book 1: Childhood and Corporate Formation

By Paul Wallace Winquist

What people are saying to me about the books....

1. You are going to rot in hell!
2. You are a sick puppy. (I deleted some of the more gross stories in the first two books.)
3. Two people called the cops to tell them I am some kind of pervert that belongs in the loony bin. (The cops disagreed.)
4. Four girls/women came to my house and immediately started to remove their clothes.
5. One older man took a quick look and handed me back the book, “...I’ll be praying for you.”
6. Many people have said I will be killed by one of the Las Vegas mobsters if I publish the book.
7. Two guys mentioned that I should have more stories about Twila, Carla, and Crystal, three 18-year-old super sexy girls.
8. Three schoolteachers said I couldn’t publish a book with so many grammar errors, but it is written the way real people talk.
9. My brother won’t even open one of the books because it might send him to hell.
10. My sister thinks there is too much cussing. (Book 5 and on are much mellower.)
11. One of my cousin’s wives un-invited me to the Winquist reunion in South Dakota. (A Catholic)
12. Two construction workers said, roughly, “...I didn’t notice any spelling or grammar errors; it’s perfect....”
13. One woman said, “...I had the hardest climax I ever had, masturbating after reading part of your book....”
14. Samuel Clements’ (Mark Twain’s) grandson liked the books (A legal marijuana grower in Oregon).
15. A serial killer in Las Vegas gave me many ideas, and he loved the books. (He died, only reading the first four.)
16. The Las Vegas mobsters never made human sacrifices. (Not that you noticed anyway. Some were super perverted.)
17. Kind of weird.

CAUTION: this book is NOT written for children, Fundamentalist Christians, Muslims, or English teachers.
It is a cult-type book for nymphomaniacs, perverts, criminals, psychopaths, business scammers, folks with serious ADHD, adventurers, and people who want to read about such folks.
Over the years, I have known various gangsters, hitmen, stock market scammers, drug smugglers, unscrupulous lawyers, and other assorted scum of the earth, so that is what I have written about.
Hundreds of pictures of the scenery where the characters are: Las Vegas, Nevada, Los Angeles, and Oregon in this first book. (Best for COLOR READERS)
Lots of perverted, normal, fun, perverted. and exciting sex is vividly described. (Some has been censored out for US distribution.) Lots of graphic violence and sex.
Screwball Fundamentalist Christians and Muslims should NOT READ this book. (Jews, Atheists, Buddhists, and Agnostics are usually okay with it.)
Over 30 ways to kill people without getting caught are described.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paul Wallace Winquist
• Release date: Apr 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311210142

Paul Wallace Winquist

Born 1945BS from Portland State University - Business Administration / Real Estate LawMany courses toward MS in Electronics EngineeringInstalled big satellite TV systems into casinos, race and sports books, and hotels in Las Vegas 20 years.Writing this series of books part time since 1990.

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Las Vegas Sins and Scams

Book One

Childhood and Corporation Formation

Paul Wallace Winquist

pwinquist.com.

Smashwords(tm) – eBooks Version 2.1 -- (c) 2008 Paul Wallace Winquist

Published by Paul Wallace Winquist at Smashwords

ISBN 9781311210142

Biggest Critter Killed, Back Then

Photo by Paul Winquist

All cover photos by Paul Winquist; cover sketches by Paul Winquist

Inside cover art by Paul Winquist

Table of Contents

CAUTIONS

PROLOG

CHAPTER 1 – BEVERLY HILLS (a long chapter)

CHAPTER 2 - SINGAPORE

CHAPTER 3 -SHELDON'S HISTORYS

CHAPTER 4 - OREGON - TONY, BILL, AND MARK

CHAPTER 5 - MORALS & PORNS

CHAPTER 6 - CALIFORNIA MEETS OREGON

CHAPTER 7 - LUCY'S RANCH

CHAPTER 8 - THE PREACHR

CHAPTER 9 - FORMING A COPORATION

CHAPTER 10 - THE NEVADA GAMING CONTROL BOARD

CHAPTER 11 - MOVING IN

CHAPTER 12 - REMODELING & COLLECTIONS

CHAPTER 13 - PROBLEMS BELOW AND ECSTASY ABOVE

CHAPTER 14 - EARLY RETIREMENT

CHAPTER 15 - THE CULINARY UNION

CHAPTER 16 - BOTHERSOME COMPETITORS

CHAPTER 17 - CHICAGO CONNECTIONS

CHAPTER 18 - SIDE BUSINESSES

CHAPTER 19 - LITTLE GIRLS

CHAPTER 20 - RACE AND SPORTS BOOKS

CHAPTER 21 - BIZARRE EVENTS IN SINGAPORE

CHAPTER 22 - SUE

CHAPTER 23 – THE PLUMBING WAREHOUSE

CHARACTER LIST AND BUSINESSES LIST

LINKS AND PICTURES

Cautions

CAUTION

This book is NOT

Written for Children,

Fundamentalist Christians,

Muslims,

Or English Teachers.

This is an 'X' rated, many would say very sick, story of the business practices, bizarre activities, scams, and sexual stories about some of the legendary and imaginary people in the casino business in Las Vegas.

This novel is based on about ninety peoples' stories I have heard over the years, connected fictitiously to Las Vegas folklore. It is amazing how some people will open up about what went on forty or fifty years ago when they get some drinks in them. Now it is 2011, and all the characters have died already, so I went back and put in a few more stories that I did not dare mention earlier.

Some of the more bizarre occurrences came from real cases in the news, from the late 1950's through the late 1990's. Again, now that it's 2011, Wikipedia has been a very helpful tool for information on some of the characters, and it provides photos of many of the locations and pictures of the real people.

No people or business names are real. Cities, government agencies, celebrities, musicians, the real founders of the Las Vegas gaming community, Las Vegas' casinos and street names are real to give the illusion of authenticity. All usage of public domain names are fictitiously connected to fictional characters.

Anyone who thinks they recognize themselves and their specific bizarre activities, should not worry; this book is fiction based on hearsay.

These are Las Vegas' real life heroes; they are the ones who beat the FBI, the IRS, the SEC, the FBI, the Nevada Gaming Control Board, US Securities and Exchange Commission, The City of Las Vegas, Clark County, and of course their hundreds of millions of customers, and left a fortune to their corporate/family heirs.

Many of the stories were inspired by reading about the real lives of: Frank Lawrence Lefty Rosenthal, Moe Dalitz, Meyer Lansky, Alan Glick, George Jay Vandermark, Frank Sinatra, George Seach, Sam Giancana, Aladena Jimmy the Weasel Fratianno, Anthony The Ant Tony Spilotro, Lester Ben Benny Binion, Joseph Lawrence Alioto, Frank Bomp Bompensiero, and current newsworthy Las Vegas characters: Steve Winn (born Stephen Alan Weinberg), Sheldon Gary Adelson, Robert E. Bob Stupak, Robert Cohen, Oscar Goodman, Douglas Doug DaSilva, and the Binion family. Many of their names have been replaced by legitimate corporations' names.

A book about adventurous people would not be complete without including their fictional, unusual, and bizarre sexual encounters and illegal pleasures.

Both explicit sex, and graphic violence, is included with the descriptions of how these people developed their businesses, got rid of some problem people, and had fun in their extremely perverted and grotesque ways. There are many descriptions of abnormal sexual behavior, satanic human sacrifices, cannibalism, and of course, many pleasure killings. If you do not like some bizarre sexual descriptions, this book is not for you, especially the sections in red.

Muslims, Mormons, Jehovah's Witness, and other people into Fundamentalist Christianity, according to your ignorant religion, you should delete this copy without reading it. NOW!

PROLOG

The author has a degree in business administration, has had a small business dealing with hotels, bars, casinos, dog tracks, and horse tracks for many years.

He studied business practices from the point of view of learning how to screw the big companies instead of the good customers.

Most all of the business scams described were, or are, commonly utilized. In fact, you could almost call it a textbook on swindles, frauds, scams, business crimes, and various semi-legal methods.

The author is an atheist so the word 'god' is not capitalized, because it refers to an imaginary concept, rather than a proper noun.

Anyone who would like to criticize this book or give me some advice on writing, or whatever, E-mail:

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Important - Read this....

The first part of the book will seem to be laid out rather randomly, however it documents the four main characters' childhoods, and their coming together for the first years of the corporation: Sheldon, Joe, Tony, Bill, and Marty.

The main story is about a business involving five main characters. Joe is from Beverly Hills, California; Sheldon is from Van Nuys, California; Tony from Portland, Oregon; Bill from Boring, Oregon; and Marty from Israel.

Then much later, as the timeline progresses, the people from Las Vegas, Chicago, and Wisconsin are introduced.

First, a couple of stories are during their college years. (Chapters 1 &2)

Then, there are some background stories, before the company was formed, about the characters, as they grew up, unconnected from each other, in their respective parts of the world (Chapters 3 to 5).

Reading the first half of this book will give the illusion that I am jumping around to different characters and locations randomly; this is because they grew up to college age simultaneously, in different parts of the earth, and then came together later, partly at UCLA, and partially at Nick's cattle ranch in Eastern Oregon

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The first four books were written while I lived in Las Vegas in the early 1990s; books four through eight were written while I was in Federal prison in El Paso Texas; the last chapter of book eight was written while at a halfway house in Las Vegas; book nine and ten were written in Las Vegas during 2008 to 2010, and book ten was written while I lived in Hillsboro Oregon, 2010 to 2012, and then book 12 was written while in prison again during 2013.

The writing style has gradually evolved over the years from very crude, to better written, and with more exciting stories that I learned about later.

My stance against religions has hardened as I took class about artificial intelligence, artificial life, and history of religion at Portland State University in 2011 and 2012

Chapter 1 – Beverly Hills

1963-1965

Joe Kass

Joe grew up on the top of the Beverly Hills, by Mulholland Drive; it is an exclusive area within the metropolitan area, where the huge houses are widely spaced, and there are so many trees that the deer still roam the hillsides. He was a baby boomer product of a very successful stock broker father and a Jewish mother who emigrated to the U.S. from Germany during WWII. Joe was a handsome lad, about 5'11", and had dark brown hair. He always wore a business suit, as was still customary for college kids from successful families in the mid 1960's.

UCLA

Wikipedia Commons Picture

UCLA Westwood California

Wikipedia Commons Picture

In 1963, Joe started college at UCLA, only a couple of winding miles below his house. His goal was to get into real estate so he took basic business courses to start.

To acquire his own spending money, he talked his father into helping him make his first investment, the purchase of a six-plex apartment house in Westwood, a very nice old section of Los Angeles, almost adjacent to the university. It was an all brick three-story building converted many years ago into apartments from a mansion. Built in 1899, it has a tremendous amount of mahogany woodwork, beveled glass windows, gas chandeliers that still worked, and a fancy old English facade. He kept the current gardener and house cleaner, an old couple that lived in a big room inside the garage.

As soon as Joe took possession, he put a notice on a bulletin board at UCLA about the little apartments and bedrooms for rent.

Joe's Fictional House - Built in 1899 has Half-Timber Decoration

Wikipedia

Westwood and UCLA in Foreground

Wikipedia Commons Picture

The place quickly transformed from being full of quiet old people to noisy college kids.

Nick Cashata

His first college-age tenant was Nick Cashata, a wild farm kid from a huge cattle ranch in Eastern Oregon. When Nick arrived to look at the apartment, Joe was still doing some touch-up painting; the painting project continued throughout the afternoon, with Nick supplying the beer and weed.

Nick quickly transformed his little apartment into his version of a sixties era hippie pad. He installed black lights, and posters with psychedelic art of the current music groups: The Grateful Dead, The Doors, and Jimmy Hendrix. Beanbag furniture filled his living room. Ravi Shankar sitar music played on the phonograph, and the smell of incense and weed filled the air. Lava lights and empty wine bottles made into candleholders decorated windowsills. The bedroom was outfitted similarly with black lights, psychedelic posters, a huge waterbed, and big mirrors.

A poster of Richard Nixon hung above the toilet in the bathroom: "Would You Buy a Used Car from This Man?"

A Vote for Honest Government

Photo of a public domain poster, Photo by Paul Winquist

Nick did not have a regular girlfriend in California; his old girl friend, and their one-year-old illegitimate daughter, were up in Oregon; "Out of sight, out of mind."

Helen

Joe remained living with his folks, but after a few weeks of continuous partying with Nick, he felt comfortable enough to bring Helen, his current girl friend, over to Nick's little hideaway pad to enjoy a little sex, in the comfort of Nick's oversized waterbed; this quickly turned into five or six times a week.

Helen had been having sex with her father since she was 12, and became somewhat of a sex-maniac, transferring her actions over to Joe, and telling her father to stop. Helen's father was somewhat of an asshole, but somehow Helen came out mellow.

Helen was a cute blond, Jewish girl, with blue eyes, and a good figure, taking art courses at UCLA and getting some modeling jobs within the art department.

It was the era of free love, love-ins, and Vietnam War protests.

Sheldon Stern & Girlfriend Jane

Joe quickly turned his old friend Sheldon Stern and his current girl friend Jane, onto the benefits of Nick's party pad; it was becoming well known to their friends at the college, Sheldon's dad's restaurant, and the temple in Encino. Sheldon's dad has an extremely successful restaurant and bar in Van Nuys, and the three of them have been going to the same temple in Encino since they were born. (I do not want to imply that belonging to the temple made them mellow.)

Party Time

One Saturday a small-scale party was spontaneously forming in the convenient party pad.

Around noon, Sheldon and Jane stopped by on their way to the beach for some sex. They were not discreet at all, they would do their foreplay in front of whoever was watching, and then usually the other people would leave from embarrassment before they got going. They were still at the pad when Joe came over to fix a light switch.

It was a rare event that Joe and Sheldon were both not wearing business suits; they were becoming somewhat influenced, the last few weeks, by Nick's easygoing, country lifestyle, of blue jeans and colorful shirts.

Nick always had a slight beer buzz; his refrigerator was completely full of beer, no food.

Sheldon and Jane grabbed a pair of beers and headed directly to Nick's bedroom, leaving the door wide open so everyone could watch them having fun.

They stopped just inside the door, standing with a beer in one hand, and the other inside each other's pants, doing the slight massage thing. Sheldon was already hard as a rock, and she was full of anticipation juices.

Setting the beers on a dresser, they whipped off their clothes, throwing them wherever they landed.

Jane wanted that thick dick in her right away, so they went to the bed where she laid down in the missionary position, and he quickly was deep inside her.

Sheldon liked to suck one of her perky tits, while he screwed her; he would like to play with both tits, but he had to hold himself up with one hand.

Jane was such a sexy little blond, that he would always want to blow his wad too soon, so Jane would take the load in her mouth and quickly swallow it. This would allow her vulva area to remain clean, so Sheldon would be encouraged to suck on her clit next. Jane was a natural blond, so she had very little crotch hair, but what she had was shaved off, except for a little triangle. Sheldon would suck up to her tiny clit, and run his tongue around it for a while, while he massaging the entire vulva area, including putting two fingers into her still small vaginal opening. With his free hand, he would massage all the erogenous zones of her body.

When Jane got to having a good climax, flopping around like a fish out of water, she would yell, Fuck me now! Fuck me again! and so on, so he would screw her hard and long.

A half hour later, she liked it when Sheldon climaxed into her from the behind position, with those last hard strokes.

Jane was not shy about telling Sheldon what made her feel good, so he learned a lot from her, which benefited his sexual life for many years. (All men need a girl like this, to train them how to make girls feel good.)

Annette

Annette Sketch

This is actually a bad sketch for Annette; she has long dark brown hair, quite a bit bigger breasts, and is usually too shy to wear an exposing outfit, like depicted.

Abe

Joe phoned his girlfriend Helen (also, Abe’s Sister); so, she and her friend Annette showed up later in the afternoon. Annette knew Joe, Helen, and Sheldon from the temple in Encino. Helen and Annette had been friends since they were little kids, even though Annette was two years younger than Helen, and quite a bit quieter. It was a five-year spread up to Abe, so they were only very remotely acquainted, so Annette was actually still in Beverly Hills High School, being only eighteen.

Joe and Helen immediately started kissing and feeling around on each other as soon as she got to the big house in Westwood. Everyone had completely lost their inhibitions at that pad. Annette was embarrassed when it looked like they were going to screw right there in the doorway, and suggested to Helen that she take him into the bedroom. The Stones Satisfaction was playing, as Joe led her off to their hour of intense mutual satisfaction.

Joe already had several temporary girlfriends that educated him to a certain extent, so Helen was happy with Joe's sexual skills.

Abe Chapman, Helen's older brother, managed to show up in the middle of the group every time they were having fun.

Abe was a fast-talking, zigzag driving, always in a hurry, always on the phone, a short 5'1" (155cm), half bald-headed already, Porsche driving, chubby little Jewish brat. He thought he was the king of the fast buck schemes.

A real sports bettor, he had three big satellite dishes connected to five TVs so he could watch all the games at the same time in his office. He was the only customer the local bookmakers dreaded to see coming.

Abe Chapman was the definition of "Ass-Hole"; he was always arguing; he knew everything about everything, could drive anywhere faster, had a connection at every store, and knew a cheaper place to buy everything.

Abe was 23; he would buy the beer for the rest of the group of 18 or 19 year olds. Sheldon and Joe had friends in a grocery store on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and Beverly Drive, but if the wrong manager was on duty, they had to wait until he was off. It was an inconvenient drive all the way across downtown Beverly Hills, so they put up with Abe hanging around, bringing the beer that Nick put up the money to purchase.

They were drinking Coors Beer, not because they all liked it, but because they were contributing the odd-ball sized cans to the gigantic pyramid that Nick was gluing together, quickly filling the dining room that was