“Bob, she can’t stay here, not yet,” I rant.
I run up the stairs quickly. Britney is laying on the mattress playing with her cell phone.
“Britney, what the fuck are you still doing here?”
“Bob asked me to stay, and I said I would,” she replies.
I shake my head as I throw Britney’s shoes to her. “You have to go, there’s plenty of time for you to come back, just not now,” I bark.
“I was having so much fun with Bob. He’s like a sexual beast, and so naïve.” She smiles.
“I don’t give a fuck if he is Adonis himself, you have to go,” I yell.
“Okay, but are you sure I can come back?” she asks.
“I promise you, in a few days.”
“Okay, I will go back to the motel. Do you have cab fare?” she asks.
“I thought you got money from Brent this morning.”
“We did, but we bought lunch.”
“Just get your things together, Brent will have cab fare,” I say.
I walk back downstairs. Bob looks up at me with sad, puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure she will be coming back to me?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure she will be coming back.”
Britney comes walking down the stairs into the office. She walks to Bob and kisses him on the cheek. “Bye, sexy boy.”
“I will see you soon, honeybunch,” Bob replies.
That makes me want to puke more than the ice cream did.
I take Britney out of the large steel gate and wait until a cab passes by. “Just give him the address and just say you stayed with an old friend or something… IF Drake asks,” I explain.
“I will do,” Britney replies.
I watch the cab go around the corner and head back to the office. Bob is explaining what he’s done so far with the city officials.
“Mikey brought all the cell phone numbers for all twelve involved. I have cross-tabulated all of these and by triangulation of the matrix…” Bob starts to say.
“In English please,” Brent says.
“Okay. Simply put, I can see who they call when they call, and where they call from,” Bob explains briefly.
“And what about what they say?” Brent asks.
“I can record that simply by pushing that button,” Bob explains in detail.
“So, the beer didn’t affect you last night?” I ask.
“You are joking,” Bob says. He holds up his waste basket. It’s full of empty energy drink cans.
“Once these have worn off, I will crash like nobody’s business,” he says.
“So, we’re just listening now?” Brent asks.
“Pretty much so, I’ve also been trying to find anything else I can find about them, but there’s not much more than what Mikey found,” Bob says.
“Well Bob, we are just going out for dinner. Do you want us to bring you some Chinese back with us?” I ask.
“You are asking a Chinese person if he wants Chinese brought home for dinner. Isn’t that a really stupid question?” Bob asks.
“What do you want then?” I ask. I give him a look with a sly eye.
“Anything, as long as it’s good.”
Brent claps his hands together. “I know a perfect place, don’t you worry.”
“We better get going, or none of us will be having anything,” I say.
Bob looks up. “Don’t forget my prawn crackers,” he says grinning.
“You need all this food to keep your energy up for Britney?” Brent says smiling.
Bob looks puzzled. “What do you mean?” he asks.
“Just what I heard this morning,” Brent says.
“What did you hear this morning?” He looks at us, puzzled.
“Ooh Bob, that’s so nice,” Brent says smiling.
“Just go, go. Leave me alone,” Bob snaps as he pulls on his headphones.
“You are cruel, you do know that?” I say to Brent as he opens the steel gate.
“I couldn’t resist it,” Brent replies.
“It could have been worse. You could have caught them doing something.” I turn to Brent and he has gone silent all of a sudden. “You did, didn’t you? Oh, you saw them having sex?”
“No, I didn’t. Well, not for long, I turned away as soon as I noticed,” Brent replies. He looks flushed.
“You liar, I bet you stood there and got an erection.”
“How can I get an erection when Mikey walks up behind me?”
“The hole you are digging is getting deeper. Just keep quiet until we get to this damn restaurant… sexy boy,” I say.
“Honest. I didn’t get an erection,” Brent says again.
“I can understand if you did. Britney has a really nice pair of tits.” I laugh.
Brent turns and smiles. “She does actually.”
“You devil!”
“Don’t give up on your dreams. Keep Sleeping.”
Brent
“Loyalty and orgasms, that’s what all women want. After chocolate.”
Bell is tucking into her noodles like she hasn’t eaten for a week. I find myself comparing breasts. Well, I wasn’t really comparing because I think that Bell has a nicer pair than anyone. I could be biased on the subject, but I was keeping an open mind. I was noticing differences, not comparing.
Nipples, they couldn’t come into my thoughts, at the time. Britney had been too far away to see her nipples in any great detail. I could tell they were pink, and that was about it. And on that merit alone, Bell would win hands down. I was never a big fan of overly pink nipples, I love the slightly darker, dusky colored ones.
As for size. I would think that Britney may have just had the edge, but considering she was riding Bob like a rodeo rider, it was hard to tell what size they were. It would have been easier to compare them to a large bowl of jelly.
Bell looks up from her bowl of noodle soup. A large noodle vanishing into her mouth as she sucks it up like a strand of spaghetti.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
What am I thinking about? Shit…
“Hmm, I was just thinking of Ty riding all that way across the country,” I say covering my tracks.
Bell looks at me, still enjoying her food. “Did Alex say if Cally was coming with him?” Bell asks.
“No, he never mentioned it,” I reply. “I think she’ll stay at the club. Ty is not going to risk her being with Drake.”
“I shouldn’t really let you be there, but you know him better than anyone,” I say.
“I haven’t heard from Janey yet, so we don’t know.”
“This is one of the few things we’ve had to wait for, you realize that?”“It will all snowball, don’t you worry,” Bell says as she crunches on her last spring roll.
I lean back in the chair and pat my stomach. “I am well and truly stuffed.”
Bell burps and giggles behind her hand. “Sorry,” she says. “I’m stuffed as well.”
“There’s not much here to take for Bob, we will have to order more,” I say.
“Don’t forget his prawn crackers,” Bell says, reminding me.
I call the waiter and order a few things for Bob. Two portions of prawn crackers should keep him more than satisfied, with some sweet and sour combination as the main.
“I will tell you something,” Bell says to me. I look at her as she fidgets in her seat. “I am not walking home, we’ll have to get a cab.”
“I agree with you,” I say as the waiter comes up with a paper carrier bag.
We finally get a cab and arrive back at the large steel gate. I can hear workmen in the club. It’s much quieter now, and once the shutter has been filled in and insulated, we will hear nothing at all.
Bob is sitting with his feet on his desk. His headphones are pushed tightly against his ears. He drops his feet to the floor as he smells the Chinese food in the bag.
“It smells just like home.”
“You come from New York, how can it smell like home?” I ask.
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“That’s what my parents and grandparents always say,” Bob replies smiling.
“Double prawn crackers and sweet and sour combo,” Bell says.
Bob rubs his hands together as he places the cardboard boxes on the desk beside him. “I’m going to enjoy this so much,” he says with a beaming smile.
“Anything happening on the officials?” I ask.
“I’m not sure, it seems like they talk in a bit of a code. I think there is another casino opening so they may slip up,” Bob explains.
“Fingers crossed, all this will just be a backup,” I say.
Bell puts her hand in her pocket. “I have a message from Janey. The meeting is set for tomorrow evening. Six o’clock at the Custom Choppers garage,” Bell says.
“That’s a bit more his style than a restaurant or a bar,” I say plainly.
“Oh, yes. Drake is a huge bike fan. And Ty will be beside himself looking at them, he comes from the same vein as Drake,” Bell explains.
“Now, we are all set, Bob and Mikey will be working here. The workmen are moving as fast as they can, and we’re going to a meeting with a cold-blooded killer. How charming,” I say.
“There’s not much more we can do, now. Or not tonight, at least,” Bell says.
“I’m going to eat this if you actually decide to leave me in peace, and then get some sleep,” Bob says. He waits for us to leave.
“We might see you in the morning. Just make sure you lock the door,” Bell says.
“I will, don’t worry.”
We walk from the office and make our way across the courtyard. Upstairs we slump onto the couch and kick off our shoes. Bell lets out a sigh as I open my belt.
“That feels better. Now we can relax,” I say.
Bell tilts her head in my direction. “So, what were you thinking about in the restaurant? I know it wasn’t Ty,” she asks.
“How do you know?”
“Brent, you never say, ‘Hmm.’”
“Okay, I was noticing differences in breasts,” I say.
“And what was your conclusion?” she asks.
“I couldn’t really make a conclusion. Britney was on top of Bob, and her breasts were up and down, up and down,” I say, now giving a smile.
Bell turns her head to me. “You mean like jelly?” she says.
“Yeah, just like that.”
“Do you think mine are like that when I’m on top?” she asks.
“Of course not, yours have more control over themselves,” I say laughing.
“It isn’t funny, women can get a complex over their breasts,” she explains.
“Like cock size?”
“Yeah, just like men do,” Bell says.
“How do I stack up?”
“It’s quite impressive,” she says.
“You are only saying that to make me feel good,” I reply.
“Yes, of course I am.” Bell leans her head on my shoulder. “Are we going to talk rubbish all night, or is this conversation going somewhere? Sexy boy!”
“I think this conversation should go to the kitchen counter,” I say.
“That’s my kind of guy,” Bell says giggling.
Bell stands by the kitchen counter and pulls at the button on her jeans. She slips them down her slender legs and kicks her feet free as if she’s taking a field goal in the Super Bowl. She seductively slips her fingers inside the elastic of her panties and slides them down her legs. She steps free and throws her panties in my direction.
“Lift me up, lover boy,” Bell says.
I lift her onto the counter. Bell moans as the cold marble sends shivers through her warm ass. She inches her way back over the counter and puts her feet flat on the stone. Bell rubs her pussy as I move between her thighs. I caress her legs as she leans back and rests her body on her arms.
“I bet Britney doesn’t have this for you?” Bell says.
“Now I am guessing, but I bet there’s no comparison at all,” I reply, hoping to stay out of trouble.
I kiss the soft skin of Bell’s inner thigh. My head nears her pussy, and I can feel the warmth spreading across my face. I trace a line up her thigh with the tip of my tongue. I lick the junction of her thighs where the skin goes from smooth to rough. Bell moans as my tongue licks the softness of her moist pussy. Her body twitches as pleasure begins to flow through her veins.
“Ooh, Brent, tease me.” She breathes deeply.
I run my tongue the length of her pussy, the soft folds of her skin are quivering under the tip of my tongue.
“God-damn you, Brent,” she coos.
I place my thumbs on the lips of her pussy, her moist skin glistens as I run my tongue over the smooth, moist skin inside her pussy. Bell wriggles her hips. Soft moans escape from her mouth. I push her legs wider apart as I inch my tongue into the wetness of her arousal. I feel my tongue enveloped in the heat of her womanhood. Bell pushes her hand against the back of my head.
“My god, Brent, keep going,” she says.
The sweet aroma of her womanly juices fills my nostrils. I curl my tongue as I lap in the depths of her moistness. Bell grabs my hair and tugs on my head, I keep my tongue firmly pushed against her clit as her pussy twitches and contracts.
I hear Bell moan through her bitten lip, the words now seemingly indescribable, but I can tell her body is filled with pleasure. I pull my tongue from the wet depths of her sex and frantically flick the tip of her clit. Bell’s body quivers and squirms on the hard, marble counter. Bell raises one leg and puts it over my shoulder, the heel of her foot digs into my back as my tongue dances over her perfect wetness.
“Oh Brent, we’ll have to take this conversation upstairs,” Bell says.
“What’s wrong with here?” I ask, puzzled.
“I need somewhere warm and soft when I finally cum,” she says.
“So, you want the full works?” I ask.
“Brent, the way I feel right now, I don’t give a fuck, I just want to cum.”
I lift Bell from the counter. “You better follow me, then.”
“Loyalty and orgasms, that’s what all women want. After chocolate.”
Bell
“Once you close a deal, that’s when the magic really happens.”
I wake to the sound of a large motorcycle filling the bedroom from the open window. It was only when I glanced from a smaller window, I could see it was Ty sitting outside the steel gate. He was just about to call for us to open up and let him in.
I lean from the window and shout to him below. He looks up and nods. I close the window and give Brent a good shake.
“Get your ass into gear, Ty is outside,” I say as I pull on my jogging bottoms and a jacket.
Brent lifts his head and plops it back onto the pillow. I think I’d pushed him a little too far in the sex department, last night. I am actually full of energy.
I give up trying to wake him and run outside to open the gate. He rides inside and takes off his helmet. I lead him upstairs and he takes off his jacket.
“Brent is upstairs, I will see if he’s awake,” I say.
“I am awake and I am coming, now,” Brent yells.
Brent walks down the stairs rubbing his eyes. He walks into the living room and turns around. “Beau? I thought you said Ty was coming?” he asks.
“I believe there’s one snippet of information I have forgotten to mention,” I say.
Brent looks confused. “What’s that?” he asks.
“Triplets… Beau, Ty, and Joseph are triplets,” I explain.
“No fucking way. You mean like cloning and all that. Identical?” Brent asks.
Ty looks to me and laughs. “You could say something like that,” Ty says.
Brent frowns. “You’re not cloned, are you?
Ty shakes his head. “Of course not. You can’t make that shit up,” he says.
“You are by yourself, no Cally?” I ask.
“Not this time, they are so busy. Cally is even helping Tina at the new couple’s club,” T
y explains.
“You think we will be that busy here?” Brent asks.
“I don’t see why not. You’ll have a casino and a sensual club. Who else combines the two in Vegas?” Ty asks.
“Well, no one yet,” Brent says.
“There you go, you have your answer.” Ty smiles.
“That’s if we can get these city officials on our side,” Brent says plainly.
“Don’t stress over it, it’s a done deal. With Drake and what Bob is doing, they will be begging.”
Brent sits on the edge of the couch. “How can you be so relaxed and sure about it?” Brent asks.
“We’ve been up against a city-wide drug dealer, against the CIA, and darker black ops organizations. So, four city officials can’t really do any more harm than they could,” Ty explains in detail.
“Those situations are just something you read about, or what movies are made of. That shit actually happens?” Brent asks.
“And more, I have left most of it out,” Ty says.
Brent shakes his head. “You know, I just can’t believe it.”
“Well, you better. The ride is going to get a whole lot bumpier the deeper we go,” Ty says.
Brent sighs. He looks at Ty and then he looks at me. “All I ever wanted was a quiet life.”
Ty and I start laughing. Brent. If you only knew the full story…
“While we are waiting to go, you can give me a tour then I can fill everyone in when I get home,” Ty says.
“How long are you staying?” I ask.
“Just until we’ve sealed this deal with Drake. He may be pissed, but I am still dealing him guns. God knows why, but that’s how it is.”
“Old habits die hard,” I say.
We head into the club. Ty starts to look around and notices the VIP rooms above us. “Sweet, very sweet,” he says as he nods his head in approval. “I see you don’t have any of Beau’s ‘Pleasure Island’ pods,” Ty says.
I shake my head. “Nah, we thought about it, but we’ve decided to keep everything open. There are so many places you can get a dance, so there’s no reason to be entirely private,” I explain.
“It makes sense. I see the stage and the rooms are the same formats.”
“If it isn’t broke, don’t fix it,” I say.
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