WHC - The War on Drugs             by: Jennifer Allison

 

A young man was wondering the streets aimlessly, deep in thought.

"What am I going to do? My sister is in trouble and there is nothing I could do to help."

As Wesley finished saying these words his eyes fell on a business card, which had these words printed on it. Woman's Help Corporation. Underneath these words, Wesley found more. If you need help don't be afraid to come and ask. Plus an address and a phone number.

Taking it as a sign Wesley didn't even try to call. He walked the six blocks to the given address.

Walking through the door Wesley noticed a young woman sitting at the reception desk holding a baby. The baby was crying and there was nothing the young lady could do to stop the crying.

"Let me take her for a minute. My mom used to tell me I have a way with babies."

As soon as Melinda was in Wesley's arm she quit crying.

"How did you do that? Melinda is teething and she is making my life miserable over it."

"I've just a way with children. Is this the Women's Help Corporation?"

"Yes it is. I am Melanie, how may we help you? I sort of owe you one." Melanie said with a smile.

"I don't know if you can. I need help and I found this business card, when I was asking myself how I was going to handle this situation. Taking it as a sign I rushed right over here."

"Our name is WHC, but we help everybody. Women, men and children we aren't selective on our clients. But there are some things we can't do. All I can tell you is that. I will listen to your problem, then take it from there. If we can't help, we help you find someone who can."

As Wesley sat down he told Melanie his story.

"My name Wesley Cameron."

"Mine is Melanie Stewart. You already know Melinda. So why do need WHC's help?"

"It is my sister that I am worried about. She has met this guy, who I strongly disapprove of. His name is Sal Depaulo. He is the son of the supposedly local mob boss. That is just one of the reasons why I don't like this guy."

"Can I interrupt you Wesley. I think my boss should be brought into this. Especially when it concerns the mob. Is that okay with you?"

"No problem."

Melanie then called Lesley. Who owns, operates and runs the WHC.

"Lesley, I have a man out here looking for help for himself and his sister. It involves the Depaulo family."

"Send him right in."

Turning towards Wesley. "The reason I turned you over to my boss is. She hates the Depaulo family. She has been looking for a reason for the WHC to do their thing on them."

"That's great. At least there are two of us that feel that way."

"Three!"

Melanie then led Wesley to Lesley's office.

Also in the office at this time, is Sharon one of the WHC's private detectives. Lesley, Sharon and her partner Chris and two lady doctors helped form the WHC.

"Lesley, this is Wesley Cameron. Wesley, my boss Lesley."

"I see you have finally gotten Melinda quieted down."

"I didn't, Wesley did."

"Now go back to your desk, but leave the intercom on. This way you won't miss any of the story. Don't worry I am almost certain we will be taking Wesley's case. He has two pluses on his side. The Depaulo family and Melinda likes him.

"How can the WHC help you, Wesley?"

"I don't know if you can or not, but it might help me if I get it off my chest."

"Melanie said something about your sister and Sal Depaulo."

"My sister is a student at the university. Who I help send to school. You see we were orphans, since I was ten, my sister was five. I went to school on a football scholarship. Even made to it Pro football for half a season till I tore up my knee bad enough to end my career. With the money I made with my first contract I sent my sister to college.

"For two years she did great. She carried a 3.25 GPA. Then this year, things just started to fall apart. You see I went to school here four years ago. And my sister liked some of the classes I took that she signed up for the ones with the same instructors. Three days ago I received a phone call from one those professors, informing that my sister signed up for her class and never has shown up for it all term."

"Maybe she just changed her mind about the class and forgot to change it," said Sharon.

"I thought of that. So I called some of her other class instructors. She hasn't attended any of her classes. So I came here to ask her what was going on."

"What did you find out?"

"What I found out was. She quit school without telling me. So she could use the money I send her to pay for her drug habit. It seemed she started dating Sal Depaulo last September and he got her hooked on heroin. Then dropped her, now she'll do anything for her next fix. Even work as a whore in a whore house."

"The house wasn't Madam Olga's was it?"

"No, it was a house on 29th and Wendell."

"Depaulo's have your sister working for them too. They own that whore house." commented Sharon. "That is the way they work it. Sal finds a girl, dates her, then gets her hooked on drugs. Then drops her after she is hooked, and then helps the girl find a way to support her habit. So they are getting the money both ways. If I know the Depaulos right your sister had to pay for the drugs that Sal used to get her hooked. The Depaulos love money that much."

"I think it is about time the WHC did something about the Depaulos," said Lesley. "Has any of your questions caused any problems."

"Yes, I received a call just this morning. Telling me to drop it and leave town immediately. If I didn't they would kill me and my sister both. That was when I started walking and found one of your business cards."

"Here is what I want you to do. Leave town just like you were told to do."

"Is that all that the WHC can do for me."

"No it isn't. We just want the Depaulos to think you dropped the matter. Then Sharon and her partner will check your story out. If it is only half-true we will most likely take the case. You see how we work on cases like yours is. It is investigated, then submitted to the board for approval. The vote has to be 5 -0 to accept. If that happens the WHC will then go to work. We have never had a dissatisfied customer yet."

As Lesley finished, Wesley passed out.

"All I want Wesley to remember is that he stopped here and asked for some help. We talked for awhile, then he left. Give him a catch phrase so that at the right time he will remember what did go on."

"You do know that he was most likely being followed."

"I am counting on it. How do you think I was planning on one of the Depaulos to come here in the first place. We use this other visitor to help bring the others when we want them."

Twenty minutes after Wesley left. Melanie called over the intercom. "Lesley there is a Sal Depaulo out here wishing to talk to you."

"I can see him in twenty minutes or so. Ask him to wait, and then offer him one of our very special cups of coffee."

Fifteen minutes later Sal Depaulo was ushered into Lesley's office.

After greeting each other. Sal got down to the point.

"What did Wesley Cameron want with the WHC?"

"I don't think that is any of your business."

"I am making it my business. I know that you already know who I am. You found out while I drank my coffee."

"I already knew. The fifteen minutes wait was on purpose."

"If you know who I am. That could be a very big mistake. So what did Cameron want?"

"None of your business."

"I am making it mine. You can tell now or later, you won't have such a smart mouth after that."

"Are you threatening me."

"No! Just giving you some good advice. For the last time what in the hell did Cameron want."

"I have a better idea. 'Take a nap Sal. Take a nap Sal'."

Sal Depaulo went out like a light.

Two hours later Sal walked out of the WHC office.

When Sal reported his findings to his father. He told his father.

"The WHC couldn't help Cameron. They just gave him a shoulder to cry on, then sent him on his way. They did advise him to drop it."

"He took their advice. He told his hotel that he was checking out tomorrow, and going home."

A month later Wesley Cameron answered a ringing doorbell, and found Melanie standing there.

"Hi Melanie, what brings out here?"

"Hi Wesley, what brings me is you and your sister."

"I thought you told me the WHC couldn't help and to drop it and go home."

"We did tell you that. So we could look into your case. 'Wesley remembers, Wesley remembers.'"

"Melanie if you are here the WHC can help me. Right?"

"Yes we can."

"Why couldn't I remember anything about the WHC helping?"

"We decided you didn't need to remember until now. You see the WHC makes changes in people's lives using hypnosis. So we used hypnosis on you until now."

"So how can the WHC help me with hypnosis. Won't it wear off and then everything will be back to normal?"

"Not the way we use it. Let me explain what happened to me and how the WHC can help."

"Would you like a cup of coffee or something?"

"Yes, coffee, black, please."

Ten minutes later Wesley and Melanie were sitting in the living room.

"Do you remember a while back when a Fraternity at the college decided to come out of the closet and become full time she-males."

"Oh boy, do I. That really caused a mess."

"The WHC helped cause it. They used Hypnosis to make those boys think they were she-males."

"Why would the WHC do that?"

"The reason why is me and Melinda. You see, a few months before I had been invited to a party at that Fraternity. As I walked in the door I was given a drink with Ruffinal in it. Then for the next eight hours I was the Fraternity sex slave. Anytime any one of the Fraternity brothers wanted sex, they just went and used me. All but one of them used a condom. The one who didn't is Melinda's father. A DNA test proved it."

"Isn't it a little unfair to make all the Fraternity pay for one mistake?"

"I was the sixth girl to be taken advantage that way."

"What about Melinda's father? Did you marry him?"

"No, I wouldn't have taken him if he was the last man in the world. His family helped with five abortions. So now since he was their only child. There won't be any other grandchildren. I don't want nothing to do with his family. So they don't know about Melinda. The WHC turned him into a she-male with a big problem. He thinks he is pregnant. He just finished his first pregnancy and in three months he will start his second. He will have a total of six pretend children. The reason it will be six, Sharon found out he has made five other girls pregnant."

"Why did the WHC hypnotize me? I wouldn't tell anybody."

"They do it with all their clients, even me. It also helps in keeping the stories straight. Sal Depaulo showed up twenty minutes after you left, asking why you were there. By following your instructions to the T. You helped convince the family you were dropping the matter.

"So I was being followed. So what happens now?"

"It has already started. Sal Depaulo received his first treatment that day. He will help bring in the others. In the end, the Don Depaulo, his sons Sal and Val. Plus most of his top lieutenants will be under the WHC care."

"So you are going turn them into she-males?"

"No, this is what Lesley has in mind. If there is something different you would like, let us know."

For the next thirty minutes Melanie explained Lesley's plan.

"Heh, heh, heh, ha, ha, heh, heh, don't change a thing," said Wesley. "What about my sister?"

"Close that house and then get help for all the girls working there. The WHC staff doctors are already working on a program for them."

"When will the house of Depaulo come tumbling down?"

"Six weeks at least maybe longer, depending how long it takes."

"Why so long, I hope my sister lasts that long."

"That is one good thing about working in a whore house. They keep a close eye on the girls. They don't want to go to the trouble of hooking them and then losing them to an overdose. On the streets it would be different."

"So what happens now?"

"For you, nothing. 'Forget my visit, forget my visit.'" Melanie left Wesley sleeping on the couch.

The following weekend, Sal, Val and Don Depaulo, and a couple bodyguards spent some time at the WHC. It seemed Val had found a new restaurant. He wanted his father's opinion about obtaining part of the ownership. The five drinks were spiked with Mickey Finns.

Over the next few weeks the Don sent all of his top lieutenants, including another visiting Don, over to the restaurant. They all received the special WHC treatment.

After the Don's first visit to the WHC. He ordered Val and Sal on a special trip out of the country. They didn't go very far, just to the WHC office.

 

Six weeks later Wesley was asked to come over to the WHC.

"Why?" he asked.

"We thought you would like to say good bye to Sal and Val Depaulo before they leave."

"I would definitely would. Have they been told what has happened to them yet?"

"No, we left the pleasure for you."

What Wesley found when he arrived at the WHC simply amazed him. Sitting in the same room were two opposite looking women, one very beautiful and the other Wesley couldn't decide what to call it. "This can't be Sal and Val Depaulo?"

"They certainly are. The WHC does a very good job."

"Don't they realize what had happened to them?"

"Not yet. They are both in a hypnotic trance. In their minds everything is as it has always been."

"How do I wake them up."

"'Wake up Sal.' Say it twice."

"Can I talk to them before they realize their situation."

"Yes! Go ahead and start talking."

"Hey Sal, how are you doing?"

"Do I know you?"

"I don't think so. But you do know my sister, Michelle Cameron."

"I don't know a Michelle Cameron."

"You mean you forget the girls after you have turned them into junkies and put them to work at one your father's whore houses."

"You can't prove a thing. If you ever did get one of girls to talk they would be dead within twenty-four hours."

"I don't think you'll do a thing."

"Wanna bet. My dad owns every judge in town, and most of the police."

"You see that is your problem. I am not the police and this isn't a courtroom. This is a place that helps people like me take care of people like you. Would you like to see what we did to brother Val?"

"Yeah, he looks perfectly normal to me."

"'Sal wake up, Sal wake up.'"

"What happened to Val. All I see is a beautiful woman."

"That is it is a beautiful woman, but she is someone else. She is your brother Val. Her name now is Valeria."

"WHAT!"

"That's right we turned your brother into a woman. But a woman with a problem. Take look at her arm and you'll find needle marks. We also turned her into a junkie. Just like the two of you have done to many girls."

"If you did that to Val. What did you do to me?"

"Would you like to see?"

"Yes I would."

A cover was removed from the mirror.

"PLEASE! Not that. Please don't turn me into that."

"Isn't that just perfect for you. A perfect specimen of man with two exceptions, actual there are three but you can't see the other one. Two 44 JJJ breasts, and no manly equipment between your legs."

"Please, I'll do anything."

"Is that what all the girls said to you after you turned them into junkies. Then put them to work for one of your father's whore houses."

"Why do I feel so bad. I ache all over and I feel like I am going to throw up?"

"That's very simple. Take a look at your arms. We made you a junkie too. You just feel the need for your next fix."

"Then give it to me."

"We don't just give it to you. You have to earn it."

"How do I do that?"

"You have to make love to your brother. After both of you have cum. Then we will the supply you with the junk, needle and spoon, so you can shoot yourself up."

"What happens to us after that?'

"You'll be sent down to somewhere in Central America. Where you'll start working at your new job."

"New Job, as a whore, right."

"Right, but not in a nice clean house, but on the streets."

Val and Sal got their fixes that night and the next morning they were out of the country. To never return.

A week later, the rest of the plan fell into place. With the help of a friend of Chris. Who was a FBI agent, and some very good and trusted cops.

On Monday morning Don Depaulo and his whole organization showed up at the WHC doorstep. As it had been arranged in the Don's hypnotic session. With him he brought the organization's books, records and papers dealing with the business of the family. A FBI agent's dream come true. The books showed everything. What companies the family owned. What people, who had been paid off to look the other way, or paid to do things for the family. Cops, city, county and state officials. Even two dirty DEA agents.

"I knew those two were dirty, but I never had enough proof to nail them. Now I do."

 

As this was going on. The local police were busying raiding anything remotely related to the family business, including the whore houses. As it had been arranged, none of the girls working in these houses were arrested. Only the madams and the male employees. The girls were all taken to special clinics setup for them. The police even double checked to make sure that Michelle Cameron was on one of the buses going to a clinic.

Each girl was met by her family at the clinic. The healing of the mind, the body and the soul would start right away. Of the sixty girls only three people didn't want anything to do with them. With the help of the WHC the three changed their minds.

Back at the WHC, the don and his associates, were finding out what had happened.

"I want to thank you for turning over all the material. It will go a long way to help clean up the city."

"Hey Fed! What in the Hell are you talking about? All I remember is walking into this room. I don't recall giving you anything."

"You gave me this ledger for one thing." The agent raised the ledger so the don could see it.

The don knew his goose was cooked. This ledger had everything. If this ledger fell into the government hands. He would be up a creek without a paddle, even without a canoe.

"Grab him, boys!" the don shouted. But nothing happened. The don's boys did nothing but stand there and stare out into space as if in a trance, cause they were.

"As we stand here and talk. The police and other law enforcement agencies are shutting down your whole operation. By the time we are done. The only thing you'll own is your underwear. If I could I would take that to."

"How did you do this?"

"Let me explain," said Lesley walking into the room.

The FBI left the room.

Turning toward the crowd of men. "Please take a seat and be quiet." Then turning towards the don.

"You and your family finally hurt someone whose brother wanted to hurt you back. He then asked my Corporation to help. Plus I finally decided your family must pay for the drugs you have been feeding our young people. With the use of hypnosis we made some very important changes in all of your lives."

"Hypnosis, it won't work on me."

"It already has. First one of your instructions was to bring all the family business paperwork with you today. The second was over a certain length of time everyone of your people who have any dealings in the illegal drugs had to report here for a treatment. Looking around you can see, everybody is here in the room. Thirdly, take look at your arm."

"NO!" was all the don could say when he looked at the needle marks in arms.

"That's right, we decided that you will enjoy the pleasure of heroin yourself. Don't think it was a first time thing. You have been shooting up for the last six weeks.

"I have always felt the people who deal in illegal drugs. Should find out what it is like to be on the other end the needle."

"Not my family too."

"Not your wife or your daughter. We can't say the same for Sal and Val, or these gentlemen with you here today. If you look at each of their arms you'll find needle marks, too." Lesley then said to the others. "You may look and see if I am telling the truth."

There wasn't a happy face in the crowd. Every one of these people knew what exactly those marks meant.

"I don't see my sons here. You said you did nothing to my wife or daughter. What did you do to my sons?"

"I think the right question would be. What did you do to my new daughters."

A look of utter shock came on the don's face. "NO, you didn't do that to them. You didn't take away their manhood."

"Yes we did. We thought they both should find out what it is to be a girl hooked on junk and then having to become a whore to pay for a fix. Would like to see how they turned out."

"NO!"

"I think you should."

The light went out. A projector started and first picture showed Sal and Val as they were. The next two shot were of Sally and Valeria. The next scene showed how Sally and Valeria had earned their next fix.

"Those two creature can't be my sons."

"Yes they are. Right now they are living somewhere in Central America, working the streets as whores, trying to earn enough money for their next fixes."

"I promise you this. I will make you pay for this."

"I don't have to worry about what you can do to me. Cause after you leave this building you won't even remember we ever met. But if I was you I would worry about what my other Dons will do after the Feds get done with your paperwork. I also want to thank you for bringing Don Carlos with you that time. He is also at this time giving the Feds his paperwork. We set up you as the scapegoat for that too. We didn't get him hooked on junk, regrettably."

"But that won't be your first worry. That will be. Where will you get your next fix. As far as we know there is no heroin available in the city."

"We'll fix that problem by turning us into a hospital. Then go through the recovery program."

"We thought of that. Don't count on it. For the next couple days you'll try to find some junk, or try to get it shipped in. But that won't work. We know where all the drugs are. Even if another gang has some. You don't have the money to buy any. If someone ships some to you you'll report the transaction to Feds yourselves.

"Then when you try to get into a clinic you'll be turned away. By then all your old customers will already be under going treatment and there won't be any room."

"Please don't do this to us."

"Sorry, you should have thought of that before getting into the illegal drug business.

"You may leave."

Lesley then left the room.

Three months later the Don was found beaten to death. It seemed that the other members of his family blamed him for their drug problems.

Michelle Cameron completed her treatment and recovery from her drug addiction. She reentered school the following fall.

Not before she was the maid of honor at Melanie and Wesley's wedding. It seems like Melinda wasn't the one who loved Wesley.

 

 

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