“Come on,” he said as he grabbed her by the hand and began pulling her toward the back of the restaurant.
“But your father, Jimmy,” Val said as she moved to his pull. “He’ll be here any second now.”
“Tough,” Jimmy said. “I’ve got to have it.”
“But Jimmy!”
“Stop worrying, Val.” He flung her onto the upholstered banquette bench in a far corner of the dining area, and reached beneath her skirt.
“But what if he catches us? Jimmy?”
Jimmy knelt down and began removing her panties.
“But Jimmy,” she said again, and was about to say more until he opened her legs, parted her folds, and put his tongue inside of her.
When he started eating her, all thoughts of everything, except that tongue, left her mind.
Jimmy, too, was into it now. And although he liked giving her head, he wasn’t nearly as into this area of lovemaking as some men were. Men like his father, he thought, who seemed to enjoy the oral appetizer as much as the main course. Before the penthouse was renovated and the master bedroom was moved to a wing all its own, Jimmy could remember more than once walking in to find his father’s face buried up his wife’s pussy. And not just for a few minutes either. Sometimes hours on end Reno would be doing Trina. Jimmy remembered going downstairs once and having dinner in the Barker Lounge, only to come back upstairs and find Reno still with his mouth all up in Trina’s pussy. That was crazy to Jimmy. He loved this, and he was vigorously loving it as he ate Val practically raw, but this was by no means the main event for him.
The main event for him was always his cock inside of her. There were no ands, ifs or buts about it for Jimmy. Val knew it too. She loved the way he gave her head, but he did it, not for pleasure, but to get her ready for the show. And when he stood up, unzipped, and pulled out his fully aroused, high-yellow penis, she knew it was about to get serious.
She gladly lifted her legs and opened them wider, exposing her fresh vagina so magnificently that Jimmy’s big hazel eyes became even more drowsy with lust. He guided his dick to her opening, and rubbed it against her outer folds, and then, as soon as his thick head began to open her up, he pushed into her with a hard thrust.
She lifted her back and screamed when he did so, as a feeling of excitement washed over her from the suddenness of his penetration alone. His great looks, his great body, his great technique was nothing but a turn on. And the excitement of his hard-hitting drive-in quickly turned into pulse-pounding joy when his penis started stroking her. She knew she was swayed back on a booth bench, with a wide world outside the windows that were all around them. She knew that Jimmy’s father was on his way. But even the thought of being caught in the act, of being seen by anybody who bothered to come over and peep in, disappeared when he started fucking her.
It felt good to both of them as his dick stroked her and gyrated her and made her insides feel as if they were in a warm place of refuge. Jimmy put his hips into it as he fucked her. Unlike those men who had all kinds of tricks up their sleeves, Jimmy was a one trick pony. He was all dick. That was his trump card and he didn’t waste time on anything else. He played it as if it was a musical instrument. He pumped on her and pushed into her until his balls were slapping her.
Val was feeling the slap. She was loving the fullness of Jimmy inside of her. And she knew it wasn’t going to be a quickie. Jimmy never did quickies. He was in for a long ride. He even rested one hand on the table and another hand on the back of the banquette seat as he fucked her. He was already grunting and groaning as he fucked her.
She wanted this to last. She looked at Jimmy’s handsome face as he pushed into her so hard that he was jamming her small body up against the sidewall of the booth. She was in love with him. It was a cautious love, but it was love. But his broodiness, his need to compete with his father, kept their relationship always one wrong word from falling apart.
But right now, as he did her, she couldn’t imagine life without this fine man with his beautiful smile and his beautiful dick. She could let him open her legs and do her all day long. She wanted this to last. He always said his father was never on time for anything, and would be late for his own funeral, and she was counting on that fact holding up today. She didn’t want Reno to show up yet. Not yet. Not until those long lasting strokes of Jimmy’s did their duty and made her cum.
Jimmy leaned down to her and started kissing her. His back was arched because of the awkward way she was lying on the banquette seat, but never once did he stop fucking her. He held his hands on the side of her face, and was kissing her on the mouth, but he kept fucking her. He knew it couldn’t go on forever. He knew his father was going to be late, but he wasn’t going to be that late.
But it felt so good. He couldn’t rush this. He had to enjoy every inch of her pussy until they were both begging to cum. So he kept stroking. For nearly twenty-five minutes there was nothing but the hum of the air conditioning, and the sounds of skin against skin, flesh against flesh, slapping and fucking. Val was holding on for dear life and Jimmy was doing her hard. He was pounding into her. And although there were already juices flowing from both of them, and mixing up into a sound of sloshing sex, that mixture paled by comparison when they finally came.
Val was first, but she experienced so many waves of orgasms that she couldn’t keep up with how many. And then Jimmy ejaculated. He stood up straight, pushed into her one final time with his balls slamming against her, and his body shook with excitement as he poured into her. Val was no virgin when they first hooked up. Jimmy wasn’t even her first committed relationship. But even with her experience, she never dreamed sex with anybody could be this good.
They both let out a long exhale when she finally had her last orgasm and he finally, with his fingers jerking on his dickhead, oozed out the last of his cum. But just as they were beginning to regain their equilibrium, and bring their bodies back down from such a heightened state, they heard that high-reeved engine of Reno’s Porsche.
“He’s here, Jimmy, he’s here!”
After Jimmy looked out of the window and confirmed her suspicion, Val nervously jumped up, grabbed her panties that he had thrown off, and hurried to the bathroom to clean herself up. Jimmy, knowing he wouldn’t hear the last of the innuendos from his father if both of them ended up indisposed, put it back in, zipped up, and hurried up front.
By the time he made it to the entrance, and opened the door, his father was just getting out of his Porsche. It was a cold, overcast day in Vegas, and Reno wore jeans, a brown leather bomber jacket, leather gloves, and shades. Most people would find a man wearing sunglasses on a sunless day like this an oddity, but not Jimmy. He knew his father. He only wore shades when he was overworked and looked it, bloodshot eyes and all. His wife Trina worried about him, and Jimmy worried about him too. But they could talk until they were blue in the face because Reno wasn’t stopping until he took his last breath. And even then, Trina once jokingly said, he’d probably gasp for air and, once satisfied that he was back among the living, keep on working himself to death.
“You’re late again, Dad,” Jimmy said as his father began walking toward the front door. His Dad loved the ladies, that was true, but the ladies, Jimmy also knew, loved him back. And watching his father walk toward him, with more swag than any man half his age, Jimmy understood why. “Are you ever on time?”
“What’s that?”
“I said you’re always late.”
“What are you talking late?” Reno moved pass his son and entered the restaurant. “I’m a busy man. I don’t have time on my hands the way you do. Why are you always early? Ever ask yourself that? I’ll tell you why. Because you have time on your hands. Too much time.” Then Reno smiled that slaying smile of his. “Come here you,” he said, and pulled Jimmy into his arms.
Jimmy returned his smile. He loved his father’s cologne smell, his warm body, he loved his father’s affection. In many ways, although he’d never in a million years admit it, he
was a Renoid too.
Reno kissed his son as they stopped embracing. “So how are you?”
“I’m good.”
“Took the day off, hun?”
Jimmy hesitated. “I wanted to be with Val when she showed you the place.”
Reno frowned. “You wanted to be with her? What you need to be with her for? This is her job. This is how she makes her living. What about your job and your living?”
“I was due a day off, Pop. It’s no big deal. I’ll make it up. I always do.”
Reno didn’t believe in days off, not unless it couldn’t be helped, and this reason Jimmy was giving, because he wanted to be with his girlfriend when she showed his father some restaurant he might purchase, could easily be helped. This was child’s play, as far as Reno was concerned. “Speaking of Val,” he said. “Where is she?”
“I’m right here,” Val said from across the room as she made her way around a buffet table. Reno and Jimmy both looked in her direction. She hurried toward the two men.
Reno watched as her beautiful, youthful form seemed to glide toward them. She walked on her tiptoes, like a ballerina, and she had a ballerina’s gracefulness about her too. He had a lot of hope riding on her relationship with his son. Jimmy had only known backstabbers and gold-diggers in his previous relationships with women. Reno was banking on, was praying to God Almighty, that Valerie Wellstone was different.
He smiled when she walked up to him. “Where have you been, Miss Real Estate Lady?”
Val smiled too. She was no natural liar, and Reno liked that about her. “I was just. . . um . . . I was freshening up,” she said.
Reno glanced at his son. He knew exactly what kind of freshening up those two had been up to.
“Well you definitely look freshened up,” Reno said.
“You don’t look bad yourself, Mr. Gabrini,” Val said. “Shades and all,” she added as she leaned into Reno and they shared a pleasant, but hardly super-affectionate, one-arm hug.
But that display didn’t help. Because Jimmy knew his father’s history. He knew that his father always kissed Tommy’s wife Grace on the lips, and Sal’s girlfriend Gemma Jones on the lips. But he barely hugged Val, and almost never kissed her. Although that should have confirmed for Jimmy that there was no lustful intent on his father’s part regarding his girlfriend, it had the exact opposite effect. The fact that Reno treated Val differently meant to Jimmy that he felt differently about her. And given the way Reno was always blowing Val’s horn whenever she wasn’t around, praising her no end to Jimmy, it certainly couldn’t be any bad feelings he felt for her.
Reno looked down the length of his son’s girlfriend. “You’ve been taking care of yourself?”
“Yes, sir. Thank-you for asking. And thank-you so much for allowing Wellstone Realty to represent you on your quest for this new business property.”
Reno lifted his shades and sat them on top of his head. As Jimmy suspected, his father’s big blue eyes looked tired and drained. “You think I’ll like this place?” Reno was looking around, at the rustic parquet floors, at the dingy walls with peeling paint, at the exposed beams in the ceiling that many people found chic and attractive. Reno wasn’t one of them.
“I think you’ll like it,” Val responded. “It’s a nice size with a nice bar and kitchen. I think it has the potential to fulfill your needs admirably.”
Reno looked at Val. “That was spoken like a committed real estate lady. Now speak like Val. Think I’m gonna like this place?”
Val was always taken aback by Reno’s bluntness, but she managed to smile. “Yes, sir, I honestly think this place has potential and you are going to like it.”
“Okay, good. Show me around.”
Val was slightly nervous, but she did what she had to do. She began the hard sell. “As you can see from where we’re standing,” she said, her hand sweeping around as she showed him the rows and rows of tables in the center of the room, and the booths against the walls, “there’s plenty of seating space.”
“Just in here?”
“Upstairs also. But this would be the main dining area, yes, sir.”
Reno looked at Jimmy. “You’ve seen the whole place?”
“Most of it, yeah.”
“And?”
“And I love it,” Jimmy said. “I mean, it needs a lot of work. The floors will have to be replaced, and it’s going to need paint, and I know you aren’t going for these exposed beams.”
“You got that right,” Reno said.
“But the dining space is good and the kitchen is good, and you always said without those two major things a restaurant is nothing.”
Reno smiled. He always wondered if Jimmy was ever paying attention to anything he had to say. But then Jimmy would drop one of Reno’s lines as if he was listening to everything Reno said. Reno looked at Val. “How many does this joint seat?”
“Three-hundred-and-fifty people,” she replied. “Expandable to nearly five hundred if you utilize the upstairs.”
“And I think we should,” Jimmy said. “We can make a lounge up there, a supper lounge with a torch singer, or something like that.”
Reno frowned. “A torch singer? What the fuck is a torch singer?”
Val used to be astounded by Reno’s use of language when she first met him, but now it was just Reno.
Jimmy was smiling. “A torch singer sings slow, sweet, but sad kind of songs. Like a blues singer, Dad.”
“Then say blues singer. Say she’s a B.B. King type or something. I’ve been booking singers for years and not one of them ever described themselves as torch anything.”
Val grinned, she couldn’t help it, and just like that Jimmy felt like the third wheel. “The point is, Pop,” he said, “I see a lot we can do with a place like this. I was doing some thinking as I was checking out the place.”
“Yeah? Thinking what?”
Here goes, Jimmy thought. “That maybe I can run it for you.”
Reno studied his son. Did he just hear him right? “Run what for me?”
Jimmy swallowed hard. He knew it was going to be a harder sell than even the kind Val was accustomed to. “This restaurant. This place. I see what it can be, and I believe I can make it happen. I want to run it for you.”
Val knew what was coming. Jimmy should have known too, but he was always so hopeful that his father wasn’t the hard man everybody else knew he was.
“Just wait a minute here,” Reno said. “You’re asking me if you can be in charge of this entire restaurant?”
“When and if it opens, yes, sir.”
Reno just stared at him. Stunned.
Reno’s silence flustered Jimmy. “Why not, Pop?”
“What do you mean why not? Because you’re a fucking kid! I’m not putting an entire restaurant in the hands of some kid! What do you know about running a restaurant?”
Jimmy fought back. “You were in your early twenties when you first started running the PaLargio, and that’s an entire hotel and casino. Compared to that, this’ll be a piece of cake for me!”
“Yeah, right,” Reno said, moving from side to side, his irritation growing. “It’ll be a piece of cake. A cakewalk. It’ll be easy as pie.”
“I didn’t say it’s going to be easy.”
But Reno was still too angry to hear him. “Comparing yourself to me! When I was barely eighteen years old I almost killed my father for trying to rape your mother. What about that comparison? I was on my own with nothing going for me but my toughness. You’re a pampered rich kid who’s been living under me all your adult life, what the fuck would you know about tough? You won’t even get your own place and leave the PaLargio because you decided it’s easier for you to stay in an apartment I’m paying for, and have a job I gave to you where you only have to walk downstairs to go to work every day. If you wanna call it work. I make you a pit boss, put you in charge of one section of my casino, and you’re barely doing that right. And I know what I’m talking about. I check on your ass on a daily basis.
Yet you want me to give you more, just give it to you? Get the fuck outta here! Get some balls first and then come talk to me about running something!”
Reno knew his words were harsh, but he felt Jimmy needed a swift kick in the ass. He had expected Jimmy to be on the ball by now, more than ready to take on more responsibility around the PaLargio. But it wasn’t happening. Jimmy seemed content to hang out with his friends and smoke pot like it was nobody’s business, hang out with his girl, and continue to lay up under Reno and his wife like he was still their minor child. Reno wanted more for his son, a hell of a lot more, and he was beginning to wonder if tough love was the only way to make it happen.
Val, however, wasn’t privy to Reno’s inner thoughts, just his outer words, and she was astounded by the harshness of those words. How could he say such terrible things to a nice guy like Jimmy? She looked at Jimmy. He was just standing there, inwardly brooding the way he always did, but showing strength too by taking it without comment. She, too, knew Jimmy was a laidback young man who stopped taking the few college courses he was taking and was hanging out more. But he was no different than many twenty-two year olds.
She was a year older than he was, had her own place, and had a partnership in her father’s realty company, but that didn’t make Jimmy any slouch. He was one of the good guys.
She looked at him. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jimmy said with an edge to his voice. “Go on and show Dad around the place. That’s why he’s here.”
Val looked at Reno. But Reno was staring at Jimmy. “What do you want?” he asked his son. “Want me to sugarcoat it for you? Want me to tell you what you wanna hear?”
But Jimmy’s anger flared. “I don’t want you to do shit for me!”
Reno didn’t flinch. He saw the place it was coming from, he saw the pain. Jimmy had a toughness about him, that was where the anger came from, but he had a softness too. And that softness was a sweetness that could take over his son if his son wasn’t careful. And Reno wasn’t having that. Jimmy was a Gabrini. A soft Gabrini meant a dead Gabrini, and that wasn’t going to happen. Not on Reno’s watch. He wanted the best for Jimmy. Sometimes he felt as if he loved his son so much, and wanted to protect him so much, that it literally hurt him to his core. Reno stayed awake many nights, worrying about him.
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