by Sasha Medly
The morn told both of them that it was time to get up, yet as soon as their minds were awakened from slumber, their desires were roused as well. The two had just met the night before, in a night club just down the street. The man was good-looking, not that buffed but had shape, not thin but not chubby. He was a bit tall, taller than the woman beside her. His arms wrapped around the woman like a vice, not allowing his prey to escape. After a night of sex, he was still poised for action.
“Good morning,” he said, soft almost in a whisper, over the woman’s ear. His voice, calm, seductive, a tenor in timbre with a tenor of carnality, desiring to satisfy his insatiable lust for sexual satisfaction anew.
The woman stirred by the alarm, woke up in the embrace of his man, though their encounter was initiated by necessity instead of love. Her shoulder length blonde hair, covered her face, though her slim body was bare, exposed, yet it was a sight to behold indeed. A young man’s picturesque view was her body, which can transfix any man’s gaze, turning one’s innards to boil with desire.
As the man said his “good morning” softly unto her ears, she felt his warm body tightening his embrace of her. It was already morning, and their agreement had lapse, or as colloquialisms dictate, his time is up. Money just can’t go far enough, when services are offered, payments are due, and when services are rendered, even good looks won’t merit any grace promos. Money for services and that’s all there is and that’s what he had for one night. A payment of x-amount for one night of satisfaction.
“I need to go,” the woman said, her voice a soprano-ish timbre, a little bit high, yet round and full. She had other else to do, but for her client, the man she’s cuddling to, she was just a hooker, a piece of ass money can buy.
“Hey, it’s still early, there’s still time,” The man answered back, his voice savvy and smooth, the sound of a player using his vocal instrument to entice the ladies. As the woman started to get off the bed, he embraces her and pulls her back into the soft mattress with a laugh. He quickly managed to get on top of her, pinning her on to the bed. Both his hands grasping each of her arms.
“There’s still time for one more,” He said, again romantically soft as a lover’s whisper can be. A smooth flow of desirable talk, which can woo any girl to submission. Yet this woman was not like any other girl, she knows what she wants and she isn’t succumbing to such tricks.
“No problem,” she said smiling at him, “just another payment and it’s a deal,” she added, biting her lips after saying those word, enticing him to concede.
He smiles, his eyes stared at hers and in that moment, they agreed. His arousal was now at peak, and he started to consummate their agreement. A kiss on the neck started it anew and immediately after a few bouts of torrid lip-locks, he thrusts into her, which genuinely made the woman moan.
The bed rattled as the man used her for the second time. His thrusts were deep, burying every inch inside of her, giving her a pleasurable experience as well, which by in itself was payment already. She managed to climax the night before, to her surprise as most of her customers explode inside of her after a few minutes of bland intercourse. But not this man, not this handsome man, who she met in a bar last night.
She had made a name for herself already as being one of the most coveted woman in the city. She was still young, in her mid-twenties, yet a millionaire’s bedroom companion. She looked at him as she lay beneath this man, his face painted with sexual arousal, puffing out air whenever he thrusts inside of her. His panting was deep and she could feel the satisfaction he was experiencing as he made love with her and all of this pleasurable experience started the night before.
The Bar
Before the hot rendezvous inside that hotel suite, room 12. At the bar down the street at around 10pm, Kim was with her friends, chatting and drinking martinis. It was a group of seemingly desirable ladies, not in the bar to have fun but hoping for a night of fun, reeling unsuspecting men from that bar into their dreamlands not to please but to feel the feminine power they wield. Not prostitutes they would justify, they’re above those petty sluts, parading their unkempt, undesirable bodies for lowlifes desperate for sex. They’re the elites, a group of professionals, who can give more than just pleasure, but a chance to realize any man’s deep fantasies. They know how to pull out the most secretive fetishes any person has, mar the barriers of conscience and let loose, for a moment, the animal inside, for a price of course, but a prize that is worth it.
The group of girls looked like normal party goers, without any care in the world. Toasting shot glasses like successful businesswomen, yet their celebration was to congratulate each other on how many men they managed to finish during the past week and how pitiful they look as they begged for more. A secretive group of high profile women that think men are subjects for their satisfaction. Only those who knew them personally can get access to their group and they only give their contacts to those who had nine digits on their annuals. Kim was the head of this group, interestingly a Harvard graduate, and a businesswoman as well, she is among the chief member of a law firm in Manhattan, yet her life behind the pageantry of the bar was a fixation for flirting. This was her second life, a deep and secret alternate world lived under the dimmed limelight, beneath the underbelly of society. These women are all multi-talented individuals, who are successful people, yet they have a common passion, to entice men, draw out their darkest desires and see them beg for more.
The bar was booming with sounds, the people come inside in couples, trios, groups of four. Coed, girls only, group of broncos, old men with young women and men with other men. The bar was filled to the brim of all sorts of individuals, who wanted to have a good time. The escorts, which was the name they jokingly call themselves, who were a group of five, though at that night, they were only three, sat on the most prominent place in the bar, near the band, the primary table of on the floor, the place where celebrities would normally sit. The band played the best selection for the night, starting with contemporary music and waning down to slow jazz.
“Hey Kim,” Katy, one of the trio said, an Asian of Chinese descent, black hair, slim and had long and silky shiny hair “, you going with us to the Bahamas next week?”
“The Bahamas?” Kim said, “geez, I think I’ll hole up inside my house all summer.”
“Don’t be hard on yourself,” Rachele, the brunette from California said, “Sometimes, dry spells come and you just need to go with the flow.”
“What on earth are you talking about?” Kim immediately reacted,
“You mean you hadn’t had a bite?” Katy quickly asked,
Kim didn’t answer but took a sip from her glass and saccades her eyes away from staring at each of them.
“I can’t believe it, the sumptuous Kim, not having a bite all this week.” Katy said,
“Oh, shut up,” Kim injected, “I choose the man I want to be, it’s that simple.”
Katy and Rachele laughed,
“What’s so funny?” Kim asked,
“You, choosing? Oh common, have we forgotten why we are doing this?” Rachele said,
“We’re here to have fun, that’s all there is, have fun and see how these blokes puke money out of their assholes just to fuck us.” Rachele added. She then tugged on Katy’s arm, “Look at Katy here, last night she managed to get fucked by a billionaire, and got a car.”
“Oh, you fucking whore,” Kim said calmly,
Katy laughed, “He didn’t give me the car, that’s his payment so he can bang me inside his porshe.”
“I hate getting nailed in cramp spaces,” Rachele said,
“Me too,” Kim said, “I don’t want to be fucked like a stuffed animal. I want the guy to beg for me to have him fuck me.”
“Hey, Kim,” Katy quickly changed the subject, “Look at that cutie, the one who just entered,”
Kim turned her head and saw a man in white sleeves, tight black slacks, manly in appearance though not buff. Had short, army style haircut, a square face, a promine
nt jawline and a nice chin.
“He looks like a dancer,” Kim said, to which her two friends giggled.
“Fuck Kim, out of all possibilities, a dancer, really?” Katy said,
“Yeah, he looks like a dancer,” Kim said, “well, a cute dancer,” she added, smiling.
Jimmy
Earlier that morning a car parked in front of a hotel owned by the Vittorio, an old Italian family that traces its roots to the motherland. Out of a black Lexus emerged a man, laden with age, in business attire, black coat and slacks, his hair, a mixture of black, grey and white. Stretching his still strong legs as he walked out of the car into the restaurant, had a left limp due to an accident but can still manage without a cane. The hotel door was opened haste for this old person to come in along with three more men in just casual attire, walking behind him. However, the last to emerge from the vehicle was a young person, compared to the old man and the others, a tad short of 30, also in black business attire and most of all, handsome. The Italian blood had mold him perfectly, accentuating the robust and rural features of a true Italian mixed with the urban swagger of an American and his name is James Rossi but everyone called him “Jimmy.”
Inside the hotel was the main lobby and it had a luxurious touch to it. Outside it looked like those historical hotels one would normally see in old postcards, while inside, it was like any modern-day hotel, full of amenities, a check in counter with large computer monitors displayed like they’re editing some video for a broadcasting company. The lobby was partially full of visitors, hoping to enjoy the luxuries of Hotel Vittorio, a four-star hotel in the city. However, within this building was a small restaurant, which when entered will transport people a more rural setting, as its theme were the taverns in the old country.
The staff inside the hotel, paused like awed people as the group of men led by an old, limping man walked across the marble floor. It was if royalty passed through the midst of commoners, and demand them to bow, despite not being a practice. The old man went inside the bar but the rest stood outside. Jimmy stood along with the rest of the crew outside of the bar, like vile bouncers ready to pounce on anyone that dares intrude on their privacy. The clamor inside the hotel again rose in its pace as the old man entered the Italian bar and everything returned to usual.
Jimmy stood in front of the door, his hand inside his pocket, constantly checking on his watch and his phone. He stood with the crew as they watch the rest of the hotel’s guests walked to and fro on the lobby’s marble floor. He stood where he can occasionally peek through the minute crags between the glass panels lined with tinted stickers, which obscure the interior of the bar. He could see the old man, seated in one of the tables inside the bar and a few people standing in front of him. It was a meeting and the meeting wasn’t cordial. It was a counseling and he was invited to act as judge and mediator in a squabble, a squabble between two other families in the city. The old man, ripe with age and imbued with knowledge absorbed through the years was Antonio Vittorio, the “boss” of the Vittorio family, a mob family during the 50s and 60s but successfully became a legit corporation in the 90s.
Jimmy was among the heir of Vittorio’s business empire and he was expected to run the business after the old man passes away. He stood there, anxious as to the outcome of the meeting and hoping that somehow, he would be the next in line to sit on that chair inside that Italian bar and doling out advice, directions and commands. He craves the position and secretly hopes that the old man, his uncle, would eventually kick the bucket and leave him in charge.
He stood there, uneasy as hell, his shoes, though worth thousands of dollars, seemed to be the most uncomfortable pair he’d worn all his life. After a few moments, the door swung open and out emerged the old man, feeble in appearance but vividly command the respect of everyone inside that building. His aides trailed behind him in procession and they walked straight to his car, which is parked outside.
Jimmy followed the old man, staring at him from behind, wondering what happened inside the bar, what did they talked about. After exiting the hotel and again on the sidewalk, the old man stopped and turned and stared at Jimmy. He stretched his hand to Jimmy and made a “come here” gesture. Jimmy quickly moved closer, anxious and afraid to delay the old man’s request.
“Yes, Uncle?” Jimmy said,
“I’ve talked to them,” Antonio said, though others call him Tony. “I’m an old man now, and I need to take care of myself more.” He added,
Tony was anxious about what his Uncle Tony would say, but inside him and by the way his uncle was taking, he felt his expectation was becoming a reality.
“I’ve built this business for decades now, toiled the Earth just to make a dime,” Jimmy Uncle added, “But, now I am old and limping,” he smiled and Jimmy smiled as well.
“So, it is my decision to give the keys to you,” Uncle Tony said, “I think you’re the best person to take hold of the business,” and he placed his hand over Jimmy shoulders,
Jimmy was overjoyed and held his uncle’s hand and kissed it. “Thank you, Uncle,” He said in sheer gratitude.
“I hope you can best what I’ve done through the years, I hate to leave this Earth seeing everything I worked for go down the drain.” Uncle Tony added,
“I promise,” Jimmy said, “Your hard work will not go to waste.”
Uncle Tony smiled and he went inside the car, Jimmy stood outside and closed the door for his Uncle and the vehicle rode off. Jimmy stood there at the sidewalk, feeling accomplished and fulfilled. The other people who were part of the business as well, started congratulating him on his ascension to the position as head of the organization. Immediately after the car left, a man emerged from the main hotel entrance and walked up straight to him.
“You are requested to accompany the council in the bar.”
“Yeah, sure,” Jimmy said and felt he was more than the president of the United States. He was now the boss.
The Bar
“He’s hot,” Katy said, as he eyed Jimmy when he entered the bar.
“Is that you’re type?” Kim replied,
“If I like to spend the night with someone, he’s one of my top dicks, I mean picks.” Katy jeered,
“and there goes the puns,” Kim said,
“So…” Katy injected,
“So, what?” Kim asked,
“what do you mean so what, so are you tagging him?” Katy asked,
“make a decision Kim, because if you don’t I’ll definitely drag him to my room.” Rachelle butted in.
“What are you talking about, he’s not my type.” Kim said,
“Oh, he’s getting cloooseerr” Katy said, as he glances at him briefly hoping that he wouldn’t notice they’re talking about him.
“Fuck yeah, he walking towards here.” Rachelle said in surprise. And the three acted normally but the more they tried to act like nothing was happening, the more artificial their actions become.
Jimmy walked closer to the table where Kim and her friends sat. Kim stared at Jimmy as he came closer, while Jimmy stared also at her as he walked closer. In that short moment, their two eyes met and without audibility, the two understood each other. Kim’s eyes stared at this male figure walking towards her, manly in feature having a hint of swagger that people with confidence only have. It was if time slowed for a bit as their eyes met. Einstein’s relativity would be proven immediately if one can peer into Kim’s mind and experience where she was experiencing.
“Hello ladies,” Jimmy said, “I’m Jimmy by the way, so how’s your day?” he added,
Kim was silent, Katy was smiling and Rachele pulled up a chair from another table, placed it beside hers. “You can sit here honey, I’m Rachele by the way, this is Kate and that hottie is Kim.”
“Nice to meet you, I’m Jimmy and I just came here and saw you three girls having fun.”
Jimmy sat beside Rachele, yet he still shot short glances at Kim, to which Katy and Rachele noticed. The two smiled at each other and began to
make reasons for them to leave the two alone.
“Um, hey Kate I need to go to the wash room,” Rachele said,
“Ugh sure, I need to poo myself,” Kate said, to which Kim almost spewed out the martini she just sipped.
The two left abruptly, while Kim can hear the two bickering about Kate’s gross reason.
“Your friends are a strange bunch?” Jimmy said and Kim simply smiled. At few moments of awkward silence ensured. But when the Jimmy pulled out his phone to answer a call, which was a well-known luxury item at that, the mood of the conversation became somewhat active. Kim knew the brand of the phone and she well know that it costs a lot, maybe a hundred grand for such a fancy phone.
“So, this guy is well off,” Kim thought as she eyed him taking the call. It was something about business as she eavesdrops on the conversation. Something about business, delivery of supplies, ordering men around and a few other things which were no longer discernable due to the noise inside the bar. A waiter came to their table and placed two tropical fruit drinks. Kim looked at the counter and saw Rachele and Katy giving thumbs up.
“I’m Jimmy by the way,”
“Yeah, you said that already,” Kim replied, taking another sip.
“Is this mine?” Jimmy asked,
“Sure,” Kim answered, again taking another sip.
“So, what are you doing in the place like this?” Jimmy said, adjusting his seating posture into a more aggressive position. Seated on the edge of the chair, elbows on the table and eyes staring at the lady in front of her, unaware that Kim was actually in control.