Quitters Inc. (slimpies x loneiysong)

[Slimpies]

Quitters Inc.
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It had been two years to this day since Salvatore Donatti had taken over from Victor as the head honcho of Quitters Inc. and in those short years, he had nonetheless been able to push the success rate of treatment up from ninety-eight to just shy of ninety-nine percent; One, maybe two successful projects and he would be able to leave a lasting mark on the operation.

One mere percent might not look like a huge improvement, but just lining up successes in order to keep it up that high was an impressive feat for a firm that deals with addiction, or rather cures people of it. That’s right, they had been able to cure addiction - any addiction - in almost ninety-nine out of a hundred cases, and that even without a medical license or a single doctor on staff. Quitters Inc. didn’t employ medication, although their patients were allowed to arrange for medication on their own merit, or even their own doctor.

Quitters Inc. had come a long way since it was first established, a mob front with a mission, who would have thought? Donatti chuckled, he still had close ties to the mob, he was Family after all, and his business' modus operandi wasn't what you would call clean cut, but they had come a long way from being a bunch of goons in a warehouse. They had several mock offices across the city now, and plenty of places they'd only use once. Their headquarters, where Salvatore Donatti maintained his office, remained unknown for most of his employees, it was a faceless office in an soulless skyscraper.

Donatti admired his view, he could see the entire city from his window, and he would imagine his patients scurrying about it's streets, looking over their shoulders, trying to escape both the clutches of their addictions and his firm. Quitters Inc. had become an urban legend, a drunkards tale; Some famous writer had even published a short story based upon it.

"The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled..." Donatti mused, "was convincing the world he doesn't exist."

 

[loneiysong]

Her name was Maria Enzeo. She was from a long proud line. HEr family was upstanding members of society. Her own mother and father had raised a family who feared God. Two girls and three boys. She was the black sheep. When her sister and brothers were off in Catholic school praying for the sins they had to be careful from, and praying for their own soul, Maria was out enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. She had done a good job keeping it quiet, even the priest was in on it. Ohh how he enjoyed her confessions. But the time had been cut short. Maria had been caught.

Her unknowing husband begged and pleaded her to go to some form of rehab. She needed help. She loved her husband, Vincent. She would do anything for him. He begged her to go to a rehab or get help, so she made a bargain. "Honey, if you find it, make me an appointment, I will do it." He kissed her told her he loved her and then proceeded to give her one of the greatest pleasures a husband could give to his wife, a good plowing.

She was at work as a book editor, when Vincent came in with her lunch and told her a time and place. Looking at the ad, she rolled her eyese and looked at him. "Quilting, Vincent? Really?"

"Maria, that says Quitters, and I hear that they are a good place to get things done." Vincen smiled and kissed her forehead and on his way out, he looked back.

"Our new priest says that he swears by them." Vincent said merrily as he left the room.

"I am sure that old bag of bones does." She sneered. Father Ben was no where as much fun as Father Apollo. With a sigh, Maria put a cigarette to her lips and went back to work.

At the end of the day, she packed up and headed to the address. Quitters Inc. It loomed over her like a threat. Getting out of her Mercedes Benz, she pulled her purse over her shoulder and walked forward to the door and opened it up. Walking forward, she gave the woman at the front her name and sat down. Maria was dressed in a short red pencil skirt. Stockings that reached up her legs. A white blouse. Her heels were high. Her black hair was pulled up in a bun. Her nails were perfectly manicured. She was a woman of self made wealth. Opening a magazine, she flipped through the pages unaware of the men around her sobbing like little school children. Some were rocking back and forth gripping themselves. Maria was in her own world.

 

[Slimpies]

Salvatore Donatti insisted on seeing every new patient himself, and they were all referred by either former patients, mob connections or Family. Father Benizio had suggested this one, and she was well connected too. None of these other mopes were of interest: sobbing, broken men he didn’t want to waste time with, they would all be escorted out forcibly once he had taken her with.

Donatti smiled. It had been a while since a woman of her caliber had presented herself: distinguished, elegant, rich... and beautiful; She would be perfect, perfect for that final nudge towards a ninety-nine percent success rate.

“Mrs Enzeo, please come with me” he said

If one thing, Italians knew where to get a suit made, and the suit Donatti wore was priceless. It was not as if the suit was tailored to him, it was as if he himself had grown into it, as if he was part of it. Not a single hair or speck of dirt was to be found on the rich black fabric of his garb and as he moved, as he walked, the suit seemed to glide along with him. He walked through several hallways and doors, exited into an alley and re entered what appeared to be the building next door, through a carpeted hallway into a large, sterile office.

“Have a seat” he offered “My name is Salvatore Donatti, Quiiters Inc.”

 

[loneiysong]

Maria looked as the woman told her where to go. Standing up, she grabbed her bag and walked down the hall and knocked on teh door to be polight before walking in. She smiled at Mr. Donatti. Oh yes, she would let him throw her over the desk and have his way. Italians knew how to do it. Plus the large dinner afterwards was always a plus. Looking at the suit she nodded.

"Greeting Mr. Donatti." She leaned over the desk presenting her hand for him to shake. After a while, she moved to teh chair and sat down and crossed her arms. She leaned back and smiled. "My name is Maria Enzeo, but you may call me Maria." She said leaning back. Her legs crossed in such a way that they invited him to wonder about the treasure between her legs. She looked at him and put her purse down and smiled wider.

 

[Slimpies]

"Mrs. Enzeo" he answered with a smile, purposefully not calling her by her first name

"Why don't you tell me why you're here, tell me... everything"

 

[loneiysong]

"Well, I have been sent here because apparently, my husband has a hard time sharing me." She dug around in her purse and pulled out a cigarette and held it up and looked at him smiling. "Mind if I smoke?" She didn't wait for him to answer, she just lit up her cigarette and looked at him. "You see, Mr. Donatti, they seem to think that I am a sexaholic, but if a man did what I did, he would just be a man who knows what he wants. Now, tell me Mr. Donatti, does paying a man to come in and have sex with me being a sexaholic? So my husband, Vincent, got together with our new priest and complained and the priest told him to send me here and here is where I am."

She took a puff of her cigarette and chuckled. "Lets just say, if my husband knew half of my hobbies, he would have me commited. I like to have fun. Never has hurt anyone else."

 

[Slimpies]

"But you already have, you have hurt your husband" he said, unwaveringly.

"We're offering to help you put an end to your addiction, Mrs Enzeo" he explained. This was just what Salvatore didn't need, some stuck up disrespectful wife who didn't want to commit to get better and walk all over his nigh perfect success rate. He had seen her type before, and it had always ended badly. If it weren't for the broad desk separating them, he would reach over and slap her in the face to show her her place.

"We're not going to commit you, you're free to walk out of this office at any given time" he said. "If you want to be helped, if you want to rid yourself of this addiction, you'll stay put and convince me you do. Do you understand?"

 

[loneiysong]

She sat back and then sighed and then put out the cigarette and leaned back. He was right. She did love Vincent. But, she also loved having sex. Vincent was more of a mental relationship while she was physical and wanted nothing more than to climb him like a mountain. Looking down, she bit her lip and then down when he called her to task and then sighed.

"Vincent said he would divorce me if I couldn't stop. I love him. I really honestly do. Its just...I don't think I can stop, Mr. Donatti. I have tried several self help things and they always make me go back harder and faster." She bit her lip and looked down and then to him and sighed. "DO you think you can really help me?"

 

[Slimpies]

Salvatore Donatti pondered. Why risk it for this woman? It was certainly going to be a long journey; sex and smokes: those are the hardest to let go. He had learnt why that was, and so did many of his projects, the hard way. It was because they refused to see them as harmful, these were the sixties after all: everybody smoked and everybody fucked and there was no telling when too much was too much. She didn't want help, he didn't believe that, he'd seen her type before; She was here to prove a single thing: that she was willing to give it a try - put in the effort. She wanted to learn, that whatever she tried, it hadn't worked and her addiction was a curse she'd just have to live with.

At Quitters Inc., there was no try, literally. Projects would quit the moment they signed the papers, the moment they walked out of Salvatore's Donatti's door they'd be clean, healthy. Some of them would relapse, some quickly, some later when they thought they were safe... but Quitters Inc. was always watching, the contract they had signed was for life, for ever.

The lapsing projects - Donatti liked to refer to his patients as 'projects' when thinking to himself because that was how he saw them, he saw them as a problem that needed fixing, a fault that needed to be set straight - would have to be dealt with, decisively. Most of the projects, upwards of eighty percent relapsed once, he called it a learning fee. They would be brought in, confronted, and shown the reality of what Donatti was capable of and that he was well willing to see things through. They had been warned and it hadn't sunk in, they didn't think it would happen, they thought he was a joke... alas, if there was one thing Salvatore Donatti did not do, it was to make jokes.

This woman, Maria Enzeo, thought he was a joke. She thought his operation was a joke, that she stood above her addiction, but he wouldn't have it.

"We... Mrs Enzeo" he spoke up "have different... much more effective methods of... encouraging patients to... keep strong" and as he said that, he pulled a heavy, wooden paddle with the initials 'QI' engraved at the center of it from his desk drawer, and laid it in front of him on the desk.

 

[loneiysong]

Maria watched Mr. Donatti pulled out a wooden paddle. She smiled. She used to have a boyfriend that had a wooden paddle. He would tie her up, spank her until she was convinced she would never feel a thing again, and then fuck her brains out. She looked into the man's face. She swallowed and canted her head.

"Mr. Donatti, as much as I appreciate your methods of helping people to stop, I doubt a spanking is really going to KEEP me from having sex. In fact, I would wager that if you used that paddle on me right now, I would cum faster than a smoker can smoke a cigarette after quitting cold turkey." She said. But then she quickly remembered she was here for her marriage and raised both of her hands. "Not that I am disrespecting you or anything, I am just saying that I had a boyfriend who would spank me and then we would have sex." She smiled and folded her hands on her lap and watched him hoping he had something else.

QUITTERS INC! That was what the initials stood for. She chuckled a bit and then shook her head. Wow Maria, you are so slow sometimes. She looked at Donatti and tapped her fingers on her knee waiting patiently for him to make another move.

 

[Slimpies]

This didn't work out, so both parties agreed to end it. Sorry if you were reading and expecting more.