I make my way over to Shona's club. When I arrive, I see their car by the entrance and make my way inside. The girl on the reception nods and smiles, kindly.
"In her office," she mouths.
I nod my head.
I walk into Shona's office. She starts laughing. "You look like you have been in a tornado," she says.
"Do you know how fast Beau's guys are?"
"I knew you would say that," she says.
I pull up a chair by the desk. "How was the test shooting yesterday?" Shona asks.
"It was better than expected, Ty was nervous to start. But then it all clicked, and boom motherfucker," I say with a grin. “He is amazing.”
"As soon as The Kingmaker has gone, we can focus on this government of yours," she says.
I roll my eyes. "I think though, we are making good headway toward that."
"Are you worried about opening?" Shona asks.
"I am a little. It is the staff," I say.
"Don't worry. I am sending Conor to take control of the bar. You have Angie for the girls and Scott for the guys," Shona says. "Mi Mi is taking care of the massage. She has a few friends who work in backstreet parlors, so they are ready to jump ship."
"What about the crèche?" I ask.
"We have employed externally, children are involved, so we have had to go professional there," she says.
"If that is all the staff, there is just advertising left," I say.
"There is no need to worry about that. We have a promotional thing to show guests here at night, they will soon know about it," Shona explains.
"It sounds like you don't need me," I reply laughing.
"Tina, you can never be replaced," Shona says. “You were my mentor and I love you.”
I turn my head as Stacey walks into the office. She walks up and gives me a big hug.
"Back in action soon?" she asks.
"Three or four days and we are all go," I reply.
"I am so happy for you. In fact, I am happy for all of us," Stacey says. She looks as beautiful as ever. With tight jeans and a sexy, lace top.
"I am glad you have come here," I say to Stacey.
"Why is that?" Stacey asks.
"Orlando has a stalker, and we need her dealt with," I say.
"Just point the bitch out, and I will make her go running," Stacey says. She lives for this. She should be in an agency.
"She generally hangs out at his gym, that is where she met him," I say.
"When is he there?" Stacey asks.
"I’ve just dropped him there. I will check, just a sec."
I call Orlando and see if he is still inside the gym. He is, and that’s because Tommy had not arrived, yet. He also said he was keeping a low profile because Molly had followed him in.
"He is still there, and his stalker has just arrived,"I say.
"I will go now. See you in a while," Stacey says as she walks from the office.
Shona chuckles. "There is no one better to deal with that sort of thing. Just look how she dealt with Michelle."
We both laugh and I wonder what she will do.
"Your problem can be my problem. That shows friendship."
Orlando
"Step off or back up, either way, you can get away from my guy."
I changed and exited the locker room. I went over to the far side of the gym where I was out of sight. The reception had told me that Tommy was due in about an hour because he was doing a stint at a football game.
Tommy was well known for his skill in sports therapy, and he had helped me on a few occasions to recover from torn muscles or stiffness I had received from dancing.
I had just finished some bench presses and sat up on the bench. I looked across the gym and could see Molly was waving in my direction.
Molly stepped from the running mill and made her way to me. I could see from a distance her nipples had hardened and pushed against the fabric of her sports top.
"Hi Orlando, long time no see," Molly says. Her eyes look crazy and wild.
"To be honest, I never gave it a second thought," I reply.
"So, you don't think about little old me when you are not here?"
"Not at all, I forget this place when I am done here," I say.
"I see your apartment is up for rent," Molly says. "Where have you moved to?"
"Further downtown, a new job came up," I say.
Molly laughs wildly and stares with her crazy eyes. "Ah, so I will have to do my hardest and find you?"
"Why would you want to do that?" Her presence gives me an awkward feeling. That yuck in your guts.
"You never know, if I am in the area. I can always stop by," she says.
"I am sure my partner won't like it," I say plainly.
"She doesn't have to know," Molly replies.
"But she already does know bitch," Stacey says from behind Molly.
"Who, is she?" Molly asks.
"Meet my partner," I say, now smiling.
I watch as Stacey takes hold of the situation. "That’s right, back up bitch," she snaps.
Molly steps back and gets defensive. "What gives you the right to have him when he is here showing his body?" Molly says.
Stacey pushes Molly on the shoulder. "You shouldn't be fucking looking."
"He was leading me astray," Molly says. Her words have nerves in them.
Stacey looks at me and winks. She turns back to Molly.
"Do you think he would want someone like you when he has this body to please him?" Stacey barks.
"Bah, I bet you are not his girlfriend. You are just someone he knows," Molly says.
"Is that so," Stacey replies.
I stand as I watch the action unfold. Stacey turns and walks toward me. She shoves her hand inside my jogging pants and grabs hold of my shaft. She wraps her other arm around my neck and kisses me vigorously with all of her gusto. To complete the scenario, I wrap her in my embrace as we kiss.
Stacey removes her hand from my warming cock and faces back toward Molly. "Go on you try that, see how far you get?" Stacey snaps.
Molly steps back further. "He wouldn't let me do that."
Stacey leans down to Molly. "And guess what bitch, neither would I."
"Okay, I get your point. You win, he is all yours," Molly says as she begins to turn away.
"Make sure you remember that, or next time I will be here in my cop uniform," Stacey snarls.
"You’re a cop?" Molly asks, now crying.
"You better believe it bitch," Stacey says.
"I am going. I know when I am not wanted," she says.
"Molly, you never were wanted I’m afraid," I reply.
I stand beside Stacey as Molly runs to the locker room. I notice Tommy walking through the door.
"What great timing. And thanks for that," I say to Stacey.
"I will never duck out of something like that, it is so much fun," Stacey says.
"Well I just hope she keeps away," I say.
"I have that effect on people, they stay away, or they come really fucking not-so-nice close," she says. She gives me a wink.
"I can see why they remain close if you put your hand down their pants like that," I say with a grin.
"Shit, you reminded me. I never washed my hands after work," she says.
"Yuck, you didn't…"
"Just messing with you," she replies. “I just dance now.”
"I have to speak to the new fitness therapist and get to Brooklyn heights before it gets dark," I explain.
"I will see you later," Stacey says. She walks out with her attitude in tow.
I walk toward Tommy. "You have just missed all the action," I say.
Tommy laughs. You have finally got rid of Molly?"
"How did you know?"
"The whole gym knew, she has been telling everyone about you," Tommy says.
"That girl is fucking demented," I reply.
"I can't disagree with you, and the gym will be glad she has gone," he says.
"Anyway. The
gym and fitness therapy center is ready and just waiting for you," I say.
"Good. I will be glad to get back to what I do best. And thanks for the opportunity," Tommy says.
"We need good people behind us, and we all know you are the best," I reply. “It’s near the Chinese place. You can’t miss it.”
"If it is by the Wing Wah, I will find it," Tommy says.
"You know the Wing Wah?" I ask.
"Who doesn't, they make the best-damned noodles in the city."
"I have to get going. I have to make my way over to Brooklyn Heights. I have to look at some properties," I say.
"Okay, I will see you over the next couple of days at the new place," Tommy says.
I start walking to the reception. "I look forward to it," I call back.
I head out of the reception and walk to my car. I see a note under the wiper blade. I pull the paper and read what is written.
Orlando, I am sorry for causing so much grief. I just thought you could bring me happiness. I am leaving now, and you will never see me again.
I knew from the start you did not recognize me, but I was going to tell you in time. Then maybe you would have warmed to me like you did to my mom.
All the best, Molly.
The Admiral’s daughter.
I stood in shock. I had not recognized her. She had grown up in the ten years since I had been kicked out from the Navy. How she found me, or even why she looked for me, I didn’t know. Some people are just so strange.
Maybe her mom had mentioned me after that rodeo event in the Admiral’s bed?
I climb in the car and make my way toward Brooklyn Heights. I view from the ground, all the buildings which appear to be in sight of our apartment. I go to the top of one of the skyscrapers that have access to the roof and take out the scope. I check the distances between all of the buildings surrounding me and then look over the river.
I struggle to see any roof that appears to be the apartment. Mr. Yang was correct, the wall blocks the glass wall. I suddenly see Tina walking onto the roof. She stands by where the wall is lower.
I grab my cell phone and dial her number. "Hello," she says.
"Hi," I reply.
"Where are you now?" she asks.
I peer into the scope. "I am watching you."
“You dirty boy. I’m getting frisky, now. Thirsty…”
"Step off or back up, either way, you can get away from my guy."
Tina
“Why do blessings always come in disguise?”
I had cheekily flipped Orlando the bird as he spotted me from Brooklyn Heights. Now, I was just waiting for him to come home so we could have dinner. The days were growing longer and longer, and as the new club was due to open, we had less time to relax.
Once The Kingmaker was out of the way, that would be a blessing in disguise, because even if he wanted to build it up again, it would take him years.
The hundreds of teams that he had dotted around the globe would be carrying on with their normal lives, apart from the ones who had a room like Joseph; they would be left scratching their heads as why no instructions were coming through. Maybe they had a lucky break… if they realized it, they had the chance of a normal life.
An ordinary life, how I longed for that. It had been too long since I had just kicked back and relaxed. The club I could handle, I love that vibe and atmosphere, it gave me a real buzz, but the spy stuff, was hard.
I hear the whoosh as the door to the apartment opens. Like the silent whoosh you hear in sci-fi films.
“Spy Number One is back home and in the house,” Orlando calls from the hallway.
I call back. “I’m just making dinner, in the kitchen diner when you have cleaned up.”
“I will be just a few minutes, then I’ll be with you,” he yells back as he runs up the small flight of stairs.
I hear the door open to the bedroom. That does have a slight horror movie creak, but nothing a dab of oil won’t sort out.
The smell from the oven starts to fill the kitchen, it was good timing for Orlando, much longer and we would have been eating something crispy that should not have been crispy.
I hear him plod back down the stairs and the sound of bare feet crossing the wooden floor.
“Smells good, what it is?” he asks.
“My specialty, frozen pizza.”
“It may have been frozen, but it smells good, especially after standing on the top of God-only-knows how many skyscrapers,” Orlando replies.
I feel his hands wrap around my waist as I start to slice the pizza. He brushes my hair from my neck, and I feel his hot breath.
“I think we may have a chance with The Kingmaker, there is a clear line of sight right into the middle of Brooklyn Heights,” he says.
“Let’s just hope Bob can get a location on him,” I reply.
“Fingers crossed,” Orlando says, as he carries the pizza to the table.
“So how clear could you see me?” I ask.
“Clear enough, I could see the grin on your face as you flipped me the bird,” he replies.
“That is good enough, I guess the rifle has a stronger scope as well?”
“Yeah, it is a bit more powerful than my spotting scope,” he says.
We sit at the table and enjoy our homemade, frozen pizza. Not the healthiest of choices, but we can be excused. We had only been in the apartment for a few days, and I didn’t want to rely on Chinese from the Wing Wah, just yet.
Orlando wipes tomato sauce from his bottom lip and looks at me. “Did you manage to see the guys dancing today?” he asks.
“I did, I watched them for a couple of hours while I ran through some books.”
“And, are they any good? Or have we got a boat load of dead wood?” he asks.
“I think they will be okay, they warmed to the girls, especially the ones who will be doing the special shows,” I reply.
“Maybe the girls have helped them more than we thought they would.” He chomps down onto another slice.
“I think most of the help has come from Angie and Scott, they have been real life savers with them,” I explain.
Orlando swallows his pizza. “I think we will be okay, there may be a few hiccups, but that is to be expected in a new club,” he says.
“I am sure there will be more things to worry about than a few dance moves,” I reply. “Some of them are huge, huge.”
“I’m huge, huge. We might not even have any customers yet,” he says. He looks at me wanting a compliment.
“You are better than all of those cocks joined together. I think downstairs will be busy first, that has been advertised through normal channels, by word of mouth,” I say.
Orlando stands and walks to the refrigerator. “I like your mouth, Thirsty Thursday.”
“I think you are the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”
He smiles at me trying to focus. “Back to business, when do you think Bob will have a location?”
“Hopefully tomorrow, I want to get rid of this son-of-a-bitch as soon as possible.”
“Is there going to be any backlash from the government to you?” Orlando asks.
“They will haul me in for questioning that’s for sure. But I know nothing,” I reply. “I was busy running the club, and we will have timed footage to prove it.”
“The other good thing is, once the kill has been made, they can’t even see where it has been made from. I had no idea where the roof started or ended until you were stood there,” Orlando says.
“You have forgotten something else,” I reply.
“What’s that?”
“This building has three floors, there is no way to get to the roof.”
“Yeah, I forgot about that, good thinking,” he says.
“You wanna go for a walk downstairs and see how everything is going?”
“Yeah, sure.” We put the dishes to soak and walk through the whoosh of the apartment door.
“You feel like you are in space with that noise,” I say, gri
nning.
“It sounds like an air lock to me,” Orlando says. “You have reminded me, I need oil for the bedroom door; that is starting to freak me out.”
We walk down the stairs and open the secret door to the club. People are still busy cleaning, and a few guys and girls are rehearsing on the stage. I notice two people on the floor watching and realize it is Angie and Scott. We walk up behind them quietly.
We stand in silence and listen to what they are saying. “You think you have made the right choice coming here?” Scott asks.
“Yeah, I think so. Tina is a cool chick, I am not saying she is past her best though, she has a hell of a body,” Angie says.
I stand and smile. I have always liked Angie, she is as honest and open as the other three girls.
“What about you and Orlando?” Angie asks Scott.
“I have known him for a few years, he is a solid guy, he used to be a real player, but since he met Tina, he is a changed man,” Scott says.
I turn to Orlando and see he is nodding and smiling at me as if to say, I told you so. I stick out my tongue.
Angie looks around and sees us behind them. “How long have you been there?” she asks.
“Just this minute, why?” I ask.
She looks slightly surprised. “No reason.”
“How is it all going, anyway?” asks Orlando.
“I think we will be okay. I spoke to the pencil guy, and he helped with a few things. I asked him to just make some changes in the changing room if that is okay,” Angie says.
“Whatever you say, you know what works best, I have been out of it too long,” I reply, grinning. “You both look shattered, you have been here all day.”
“Tell us about it, and we have to start at seven in the morning,” Angie says.
“Stay here, there are more than enough rooms available, it is not as if they are being used.”
“That would be great, it will save me a good two hours, how about you Scott?” Angie asks.
“I am up for it,” he says.
“Just make yourself at home, everyone will be gone in a few minutes,” I say.
“We just have to go out and get dinner,” Scott says.
Orlando stretches his muscular arms. “You’re kidding, check the kitchen in the restaurant, we are fully stocked with anything you need,” he explains. “Just be careful in the bar though, that is limited use only.”
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