Blue Tiger/Yellow Fang: And Other Stories

By Angelo Victor Mercure

Wanted on Federal charges, porn kingpin Dominick Mariano has jumped a one-million dollar cash bail and disappeared. John Calvin Fortune - a jaded, doomed private detective - has traced Mariano to Thailand,
where the Russia Mafia and
the Chinese Triads are relentlessly closing in..


Enter the murky, vice-ridden shemale sex dens of Bangkok and Pattaya - where every sordid erotic pleasure can be consummated - for a price, of course and where life, itself, can be so incredibly cheap


Mercures writing is stark, sexy, hard-hitting. . . . .
- Christopher James
Exotique Magazine


Printed in the U.S.A.

2006 Angelo V. Mercure All Rights Reserved

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 21, 2006
• ISBN: 9781462840755

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Blue Tiger/Yellow Fang And Other Stories

Copyright © 2006 by Angelo Victor Mercure.

Photographs by Angelo Victor Mercure

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Contents

BLUE TIGER/YELLOW FANG

Chapter One

A Bottle of Scotch

Chapter Two

Porn Kingpin

Chapter Three

Cheap Ladyboy Flesh

Chapter Four

The Smell of a Cop

Chapter Five

A Pretty Tall Order

Chapter Six

The Yellow Fang Society

Chapter Seven

Felix Oliverio

Chapter Eight

The Tender Trap

Chapter Nine

Payback

Chapter Ten

Mediaman

Chapter Eleven

Ginger

Chapter Twelve

Erotic Interlude

Chapter Thirteen

Junky

Chapter Fourteen

The Alley

Chapter Fifteen

The Smell of Death

Chapter Sixteen

The Sickroom Visitor

Chapter Seventeen

Love

Chapter Eighteen

Pattaya

Chapter Nineteen

The Wildcat

Chapter Twenty

Dominick Mariano

Chapter Twenty-One

The Hit

Chapter Twenty-Two

The Black Cloud

Death Is Kind

The Filmmaker

Of Love And War

A Scent Of Jasmine

In memory of Rex Warren Hiner, February 12, 1955 - May 21, 2001.

Your death continues to haunt my life.

We’ll meet again.

A.V.M.

Bangkok, 2006

"The warm lips against warm necks in warm beds all over the world, trying to get out of the dirty Ordeal by Death . . . . "

—Jack Kerouac, DESOLATION ANGELS

America, I’ve given you everything and now I’m nothing.

—Allen Ginsberg, AMERICA

BLUE TIGER/YELLOW FANG

Chapter One

A Bottle of Scotch

Dominick Mariano has dropped off the face of the earth. The voice on the other end of the telephone line was abrupt, detached, cold. It belonged to Chuck Ramey, bail bondsman extraordinaire.

My name is John Calvin Fortune, Private Investigator. On this particularly fine Bronx morning, I was miserably hung-over. My problems were quite daunting: I was recently divorced; most of my money was long gone; my credit was ruined; the office rent was overdue; my utilities would soon be shut off for non-payment; and—worst of all—I needed a drink badly.

What did you say, Chuck?

Ramey sighed heavily.

"Dominick Mariano has disappeared."

My alcohol-addled brain finally kicked into gear. Mariano was the godfather emeritus of the American porn industry. Recently, he had been indicted on federal charges: interstate trafficking of obscene material and income tax evasion. Often a target for headline-grabbing, puritan-pandering, bible-thumping politicians, Mariano had previously been convicted of assorted pornography-related felonies over the years. He had also been railroaded into various correctional institutions in assorted states.

Disappeared?

Yep. Jumped a million dollar cash bail.

My temples were pounding and my mouth felt like it was full of cotton.

"Why have you called me?"

"Because you can find him."

"And you can’t?"

Not as quickly.

I’m washed up, Chuck.

Prove to me that you aren’t.

Ramey had always believed in me, even in the worst of times.

"Chuck, I’m finished. I’m gonna lose everything."

There’s fifty grand in this for you, plus expenses.

I whistled through my teeth.

Whew! You want this guy dead or alive?

Ramey just laughed.

Find him, John.

Chuck, I need front money.

How’s ten grand—for starters?

I accept.

Dazedly, I cradled the telephone receiver and staggered out of bed. Newspapers were scattered all over the floor. Ashtrays were heaped with cigarette butts. I groggily plodded to the grimy kitchen cubicle of my studio. The whole frigging place reeked of decay. On the Formica countertop was a half-empty fifth of Scotch. I grabbed it impulsively, staring at the label for a long time. Then I unscrewed the cap and hungrily savored the pungent aroma of exquisitely-aged 86-proof whiskey.

Wasn’t it about time I weaned myself from the bottle?

I slowly poured the precious nectar down the drain of my filthy sink.

Afterwards, I lit a clove cigarette and sucked the sweet, acrid smoke deeply into my lungs. Silver spots boiled before my eyes.

My hands began shaking violently.

Outside, the first light of daybreak mixed crazily with a blood-red sky.

Chapter Two

Porn Kingpin

Chicago was where it had all begun for Dominick Salvatore Mariano—youngest son of a Sicilian cab driver. Trained as a barber, young Dom was determined to do better in life. In the early 1960’s—newly married with an infant son—Mariano moonlighted as a car-trunk seller of risqué adult paperbacks, slick skin mags, and blue movies. Soon, he had accumulated sufficient capital to open a small shop—Chicago’s first adult bookstore. In addition to being an astute marketer, Mariano was