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by CELENE CAREY

  I didn’t realise how wrong I was.

  CHAPTER 4

  The next night I was working the Slip again. Mack was right, debauchery abounded. Answering a drinks call, I walked in on what surmounted to an almost impossible orgy. Arms, legs and other appendages everywhere, it looked like a mutant mass of moaning, groaning arms, legs, heads cocks and tits. All undulating together for the purpose of sexual pleasure and release. One of the guys looked up as I collected the empties and asked if I wanted to join. I smiled politely and told him I couldn’t as I was working. I left that room as quick as I could.

  Another room I served had a few businessmen doing lines of coke while three of our working girls were on their hands and knees in front of them. I brought in the orders just as one of the men dropped his pants and mounted one of the girls. I placed the drinks on the table and as I turned to leave one of the other men jumped on the bandwagon, taking the humping guy from behind, and engaging in a threesome.

  I finally finished work and found Mack waiting for me in the staff’s locker room. “Tess, Mr Carelli wants to see you in his office.” He said, leaning up against my locker with his arms folded. I couldn’t figure out the look on his face.

  I felt the blood drain from my face. “Oh…” I said as I grabbed my handbag and put it back in my locker. “Okay.”

  “Don’t worry. You’re not in trouble.” He said with a grin.

  “You sure?” I said with more than a hint of uncertainty.

  “Yep. He just wants to talk to you about something.”

  “He didn’t say what it was about, did he?” I said softly, closing the door to my locker and turning the combination lock.

  “Nope, just that he was eager to talk to you.” Mack stood upright, returning to his impressive 6’5 height, towering above my petite 5’9. “Don’t look so worried, if the boss wanted you gone, Gina would have told you.” I nodded and we left the locker room. Mack took me up to an elevator hidden behind a curtain and punched in a security card into the reader. I noticed that there were no buttons for the floors, only the emergency telephone, door close and emergency stop buttons adorned the panel. I got even more nervous as the lift doors closed and the car ascended to the top of the building. The penthouse and Mr Carelli’s offices.

  The elevator stopped and we got out. The floor was breathtakingly decorated. Black marble with gold inlays between the blocks and black marble a quarter of the way up the walls gave the place a look of dark luxury. I took in the beauty of the décor, ferns hung on the walls interspersed with the lighting sconces of frosted glass. Mack led me down the entry hall to a mahogany door where he knocked twice before he entered.

  Sal was sitting behind a desk doing some paperwork. He smiled warmly as Mack ushered me in.

  “Tessa.” He said warmly as he stood up and walked around the desk to greet me. I took his hand. He surprised me by kissing the knuckles instead of shaking my hand like I expected. I felt my cheeks flush with head as I blushed. No man had ever kissed my hand before.

  “That will be all thank you Mack.” Sal said. He kept a hold of my hand and escorted me to a leather couch, he made sure I was comfortable before he offered me a drink. I smiled a little at the role reversal.

  “So, Tessa.” He began, saying my name like he was sampling a fine wine.

  “Please, just Tess. Mr Carelli.”

  “Tell you what.” He said, turning from the whiskey he was pouring himself and the Coca-Cola that I had asked for. “Call me Sal, and I’ll call you Tess.” He smiled as I nodded and he finished pouring his whiskey.

  He handed me my drink, his fingers brushing mine for a heart stopping moment. “To a new opportunity.” He said, toasting with his whiskey. I raised my glass with him and we drank. His eyes never left mine from over the rim of his glass.

  “You’re probably wondering why I asked to see you tonight.” He began. I nodded, my nerves fluttering around my body like crazy.

  “Yes, I am Mr… I mean, Sal. I’m curious.”

  “Well, Tess. Two reasons. One, I wanted to make sure you are okay, settling in well here, not too flustered after what happened the other night with my… associate..” He looked at me, wanting an answer.

  “I’m fine, I should be used to it. I’ve worked bars before, but never really in an establishment like the Golden Slip.” I said, my nerves must have gone into overdrive, I began to wring my hands a little. Sal leaned over and took my hands in his. Their warmth radiating through my body and turning me into a puddle of goo.

  “There’s no other place like the Slip.” He smiled. “It is one of my, let’s say, more profitable places of business.” He said. His fingers began to trace slow circles over my hands and my stomach did a little flip or two. This guy was seriously turning on the charm, and it was working.

  “And the other reason you called to speak with me?” I asked, trying not to look down at his hands as they caressed mine.

  “I wanted to ask if you were busy tomorrow night?” my eyes and mouth must have been wide open. Tomorrow was one of my nights off, and here was my boss asking me out on a date? A date??

  “I… I’m sorry Sal, but you’re my boss, I can’t go out with you.” I said, pulling away my hands in shock. I was silly but I wasn’t that silly. Sal grinned.

  “Tess, you’ve got nothing to worry about, I’m not asking you as your employer to sleep with me for any gains. I, a man am simply asking you, a woman, out on a date. If it doesn’t work out, then it doesn’t work out. Nothing that happens between us will change the professional relationship of employer and employee” He took my hands again, rubbing his thumbs over the fingers and wrists. The effect was calming my fast beating heart. He smiled again, melting my resolve.

  “Where would you take me?” I asked him. He smiled.

  “It is a surprise, you’ll have to say yes to find out, but let’s just say dress up, evening wear.”

  “But I’ve got nothing to wear. I don’t have much of a wardrobe, and I’ll have to organise a babysitter.” Sal smiled and reached over, caressing my cheek with his hand, his thumb ran over my lips. The gesture sent fire through my face down to my core where I felt everything tighten and dampen. I tilted my head a little, feeling the warmth of his hands against my cheek. Oh god I could fall for this guy.

  “You sort out your babysitter, I’ll sort out something for you to wear.” He said. “I just want to get to know you a little better. You are a beautiful woman, one who obviously works hard for her family. You deserve a night out, and I want to be the man who lets you have some fun.” He stood up, pulling me gently to my feet. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He led me to the door where Mack was waiting to escort me out of the penthouse and back down to the main club. I collected my gear and started to walk to the staff door but Mack caught up with me.

  “Sal said to make sure you got home, so I’ll be driving you. ‘Miss Daisy’ he said with a cheesy grin. I smiled back.

  “Thanks Mack, but that’s not really necessary. There’s a bus that runs right near my place”

  “Sal was quite adamant that you get home safely, Tess.” Mack wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer and guided me to a black Mercedes with tinted windows. I raised my eyebrows at the supreme luxury that sat before me on four black tires. Mack opened the rear passenger door for me and I got in. we chatted on the way back to my apartment, small talk mostly, and I told him about Tyler, the little man in my life. He grinned back at me in the rear view mirror, remarking that I must have been one of the proudest mothers he’d ever come across.

  We pulled up out the front of my apartment complex and Mack insisted that he escort me to my door. “I’ll be by at about five pm with something for you to wear to your date.” He said, as I unlocked the door to my apartment.

  “Okay, I guess I’ll see you then. Have a good night, Mack.” I smiled as I closed the door.

  “Goodnight, Tess.” Came his reply before the lock clicked home.

  CHAPTER 5

  I was a bigger bun
dle of nerves than before, I looked at myself in the mirror. Mack, true to his word had turned up at 5 pm on the dot with three bags. Hidden within was one of the most stunning and form-fitting strapless dresses I’d ever laid my eyes on or ever hoped to wear, matching the gorgeous red of the dress was a small clutch purse and a pair of black heels.

  I didn’t have any jewellery to wear, having had to sell a lot of my really good jewellery off when we were almost broke and destitute. I ran my hands down my body, smoothing out the already smooth dress. It hugged my figure tight, making me feel like a million bucks. I didn’t want to know how much this getup cost, surely it cost more than I could hope to make in a month at the club, even with tips.

  I applied my makeup with care. Not wanting to look too ‘whorish’. A little went a long way. Noticing it was almost seven, I quickly styled my hair into a neat bun and checked in on Olivia and Tyler. They were watching a DVD movie, Cars one of Tyler’s favourites, and Planes was next on the ‘to-watch’ list for the evening. Olivia had offered to stay the night and make sure that Ty got to school in the morning if I was late in coming home. She had grinned and winked at me when she offered. I smiled, hoping it wouldn’t be too late a night, but also secretly hoping that it would.

  At seven pm sharp a knock at the door made me jump. I was busy watching Mater and Lightning McQueen go ‘tractor tipping’ on Tyler’s movie and giggling, passing the time until the clock hit the mark.

  I went to the door and opened it to find Sal standing there with a bunch of flowers and a small bag decorated in matchbox cars.

  “Good evening Tess.” He said, appraising me with a seductive smile. His face was slightly unshaven, adding a roguish look to his features that had me melting in my designer dress.

  “Hi.” I said, almost gushing enthusiastically. I reigned in my excitement to accept the flowers and invite Sal in. Behind him came Mack. They quickly took in my meagre apartment. I introduced Sal and Mack to Olivia, and Tyler. Sal handed Tyler the bag, within which hid a brand new transformer toy.

  “Wow, Optimus Prime!” Ty said with a whoop, he began to tear the packaging in youthful glee.

  “Hey, mister! What do you say?” I said scolding him for his poor manners, I didn’t raise my boy to not appreciate things or thank someone for a gift.

  “Thank you Mr. Carelli.” Tyler said stopping in his ripping long enough to shyly say the words.

  “You’re welcome Tyler, and you may call me Sal.” Sal said, getting down on a knee to address my son. He looked up at me with a smile on his face. Tyler wold be wrapped around his finger in no time if he kept the presents coming.

  I leaned down and gave Tyler a kiss on his cheek. “You look beautiful Mummy! Have fun!” his high pitched voice almost made me tear up and ruin my carefully applied makeup. I left a lipstick mark on his little cheek, which he rubbed at with the palm of his hand, making it worse. I turned and nodded to Sal,

  “Ready.” I said. I made sure I had my keys in my clutch and walked out my door, Sal held it open for me, and closed it as I passed.

  “Thank you.” I said “You really didn’t have to do this.”

  “Nonsense.” Sal said, offering his arm to me. I took it and leaned slightly against him as we negotiated the stairs. I wasn’t the most confident in my heels and told him so. He patted my arm.

  “I’ll catch you if you fall.” He assured me. I took in his masculine scent. It fuelled the feelings of lust and drove forward the attraction I felt for this handsome millionaire. Good grief, it was almost as bad as those romance stories I read to keep me entertained when I was on the bus. Poor girl meets handsome guy, handsome guy turns out to be really rich handsome guy, girl and guy fall in love, etcetera, etcetera, happily ever after. Hopefully, there would be some awesome lovemaking scenes in my own story to boot. I smiled as Sal opened the passenger door of a limousine for me. I slipped in, and slid over to the other side, letting him get in beside me. Mack closed the door and went to the driver’s side.

  “Wow…” I said, looking around. “If you’re trying to impress me, then you’ve done it tenfold, though there was really no need to go to all this trouble.” I said. Sal smiled and handed me a glass of champagne, complete with a strawberry garnish, and one that had settled in the bottom of the bubbly.

  “To a pleasant evening with, as I believe young Tyler put it, a ‘Beautiful Mummy.’” I blushed, simply unable to help it. We gently clinked the fine crystal champagne flutes together and sipped. The champagne was the real deal, proper imported stuff from Champagne, France. Sal leaned forward and popped open a compartment in the limo’s console.

  “I have one more gift for you.” He said. I watched as he took out a flat, velvet box. He opened it and spun it around so he could show me what his gift was.

  Within there was a diamond necklace and matching earrings. All dangly and sparkly. And all for me.

  I gasped. “Sal…” I said, looking from the pretties in his hands to his face. “I can’t accept this, it’s far too much.” Sal smiled, taking the necklace from the box and undoing the clasp.

  “Nonsense. I like to look after my women.” He twirled his finger, indicating for me to turn around with my back to him. I did so, my dress riding up my thigh a little bit higher than I felt was modest for a first date.

  I felt his fingertips cares the back of my neck. Soft, warm, commanding. I felt a sweet shiver run through my body as his fingers explored the curve of my neck. His breath was warm against my nape as he leaned forward. I felt the chill of the gold and the weight of the necklace against my skin, tempered by his fingers flattening the dangling gemstones against my skin. He traced his fingers along my collarbone and over my shoulders before I felt his hot breath on my neck. His lips followed. Caressing the skin on my nape and eliciting goose bumps to rise.

  Sal turned me around to face him. I suddenly felt shy and lowered my chin. He smiled, taking two fingers and tipping my face up to look back at him. I gazed up into those beautiful dark eyes of his. There was a touch of mystery deep within, I didn’t know him well enough and something told me to be careful with this one. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine in a gentle kiss. I sighed softly as the sweet tension broke, he pulled me in closer, pressing my body against his. His arms wrapped around me, hands reaching up to caress my face as his tongue slipped between my lips to taste me. All thoughts of being careful slipped away with that one kiss.

  The scent of his cologne broke through the haze of lust, shattering my inhibitions as I pressed my body against his. Sal gently laid me down on the bench seat of the limo and began to caress my neck and lips with his kisses while his hands began their explorations of my body. His clever hands found spots that had me gasping as my body flooded with sensations of sweet pleasure, my pussy became damp and needy, and it was something I had not felt in a very long time. Sal’s hands slipped between my legs after finding their way to the open skirt of my dress. With gentle strokes of his thumb he had me shuddering and moaning.

  Thankfully my soft gasps, sighs and moans of pleasure were not heard by Mack as he drove us to our destination, the glass partition was secure and it the closed position, giving Sal and I the privacy he wanted. I lay my head back as he shifted my dress up around my hips.

  His lips kissed up the length of my inner thighs before he pulled down my lacy panties, the only sexy pair of underwear I had in existence in my drawers, the rest were bikini briefs and close enough to granny panties that I was almost embarrassed to wear them. He slipped them down my legs and over my feet. I looked up and watched as he pressed their lacy black material to his nose and inhaled with his eyes closed.

  He looked up at me and smiled as he slipped my panties in the pocket of his jacket.

  “You won’t be needing those tonight.” Sal said smoothly.

  I couldn’t help but laugh. His strong hands pushed me back down, pressing gently against my stomach. He returned his attention back to the place between my legs. Sal pressed warm lipped kisses against
my inner thighs, moving slowly, inexorably towards my pussy.

  The hot breath from his mouth was the tip-off that he had reached his destination. I almost jumped up off the seat when his tongue traced the folds of my nether lips.

  “Oh my god…” I moaned as he began to kiss and lick my pussy. His tongue and lips brought me to rapture as he licked, kissed and nibbled softly. I felt him reach in with a hand and slip one, and then two fingers into the slick folds, entering me and slowly thrusting inside. I writhed against his fingers and lips, his free hand placed against my right hip, keeping me somewhat in place. I felt the pressure building, an old friend from long ago. I welcomed the pleasure like a long-forgotten friend as I bucked and moaned, finally arching my back and coming with a soft keening cry.

  I lay on the back seat, my breath coming in pants from the orgasm that Sal had gifted me with. He rose above me like a conquering hero. A self-satisfied smile on his face. His stubble glistened with my juices. I smiled up at him very satisfied with his efforts. I looked over to the console and grabbed a few tissues from the dispenser there. Sitting up I reached for his face, but his hands intercepted my handful of tissues and he began to clean me up instead.

  It was one of the most intimate and sweet things that any of my previous lovers had ever done, normally they left me to clean myself up after a session between the sheets. When he finished I plucked some more tissues from the dispenser and took them to his face. Kissing his lips and tasting my sex on them before I cleaned the remnants from his skin with the tissues.

  Sal looked deeply into my eyes, the passion and lust that he had felt, and subsequently shown me in the back of the limo were still burning in the depths of his own. He leaned forward and captured my lips in his own. Our tongues came together as we embraced, kissing passionately.

  A knock on the glass partition forced us to end our passionate kisses. Mack lowered the partition slightly. “We’re here, Mr Carelli.” He said, before returning the partition to the closed position.