Gianni released a sigh of relief and filled Selange in on all things Natasha. Well, the little that he knew of her anyway. During his entire confession, Selange couldn’t seem to erase the surprised expression from her face.
“You’re shocked,” Gianni said, narrowing his eyes, waiting for her to answer. “Why?”
Selange clutched her chest and laughed. “Gianni, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you. It’s just that I never thought you capable of falling for a woman. In fact, I’ve often wondered if you would remain the ‘Millionaire Playboy’ with the revolving bedroom door forever.”
Gianni winced at her description of him. “First of all, I said that she preoccupied my thoughts, not that I was falling for her. Secondly, revolving bedroom door? Really, Selange?” Gianni was actually offended.
“Yes! Revolving bedroom door. Now come on and take me home. I have an early flight, and you can finish telling me all about the woman who has captivated you.”
Selange rose, and Gianni stood with her. She walked around the table and placed her hand on his cheek. “The woman that captures your heart will be very lucky indeed. This Natasha must be extraordinary. Don’t be afraid to give yourself.”
Gianni shook his head and escorted Selange out of the restaurant.
Women, he thought with a silent chuckle. They only hear what they want to.
NATASHA
Natasha stood and stared in horror at her half naked image in a full-length mirror in the locker room. She fumbled with the slingshot for twenty minutes before figuring out how it worked. She was grateful when she found one of her good Victoria’s Secret bra’s in her gym bag. She decided that she would at least cover her breasts. The garment made it look as she was wearing strips of black duct tape to strategically cover her private parts. Had she not had the bra, her breasts would’ve been completely exposed.
Natasha turned around and viewed her ass that would’ve been completely bare, if not for the thin strip between her legs. Even as Natasha observed how sexy her body was in the slingshot, she was disgusted by the idea of wearing it in front of a bunch of horny men. She didn’t know if she could actually do it. She removed the tiny strips of fabric and tossed them in her bag with her shoes and makeup. Then she reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and dialed Victoria’s number.
“Hello?”
“Vic, I have to work a lockdown and I have to wear a black rubber–band!” She was so mortified that she didn’t even bother to say hello.
“Rubber–band? Ooh... A slingshot.” Victoria chuckled.
“Victoria, this is funny to you?!”
“Sorry, Tash. So, you’re working a lockdown tonight?” Victoria asked, trying not to laugh at Natasha.
“Yes! I didn’t even know what a lockdown was until roll call. I can’t do this! I can’t sashay through a room full of men... naked!” Natasha was almost hyperventilating. She could feel the beginnings of an anxiety attack.
“Tash... Natasha calm down,” Victoria said in a voice meant to soothe.
“You can do this and I’m going to tell you how.”
Natasha closed her eyes and slowed her breathing while Victoria continued.
“You are no longer Natasha, but Natalia; A beautiful exotic goddess who commands every man in the room with her prowess. You possess a mind control like no other. Men drop at your feet. You own them, and your every wish is their command.”
Natasha began to calm. In fact, she was beginning to get excited. The thought of stepping out of her own boring life and into the life of a sexually powerful temptress began to sound appealing. She listened as Victoria praised her looks and her sexy curves. She instantly grew confident. After listening to more advice from Victoria, Natasha ended the call and tossed the phone in her bag.
She dressed in a pink jogging set and pair of white sneakers, grabbed her bag, and walked out of the locker room. Steve was patiently waiting for her. He tossed her a set of keys and handed a covert cellular phone. As he headed for the exit while giving instructions, Natasha followed and listened closely.
“I sent you the target address in a text to your covert phone, which is also equipped with an officer safety overheard so that we can hear what you hear. You’ll be driving yourself so that your cover isn’t blown, but don’t worry, I’ll be close by.”
As they walked out of the building, he told her that she had to talk her way in because they were unable to get a contact inside. Steve led her to a silver Honda Accord and opened the door for her. As Natasha went to sit in the driver’s seat, Steve firmly grabbed her arm, causing Natasha to look up at him.
His expression was serious. “You be careful. Tasha, always follow your first instinct and if you feel like something ain’t right, it probably ain’t. Your distress word is, smoke detector.
You say it, I’m in there.”
Natasha nodded, and Steve released her arm. She watched him until he made it to his covert Ford F150 pickup truck. She tossed her bag in the passenger seat, grabbed the phone that Steve gave her, and checked the target address. She backed out of her parking spot and gave herself a pep talk.
I’m Natalia.
Natalia.
Natalia.
CHAPTER 9
NATASHA
Natasha stood at the back door of an original Chicago brownstone. She could see the traffic in and out of the front door, and she decided that it would be more realistic for the entertainment to enter through the back. She took a deep breath and knocked. A monster of a man answered the door. He was a mean looking Black guy that had long locks. He was, at least, 6’5." He was one “roided” out gang banger.
I’m Natalia the exotic goddess that can drop a man to his knees with my prowess, she recited the pep talk in her head.
The mean looking guy bellowed, “What?!”
Natasha startled at first, but she remembered that she had to talk herself in the door.
“I’m Natalia. I’m filling in for Diamond. She got another show.”
There’s always a Diamond.
The muscle head looked Natasha up and down as if he was deciding whether or not she was good enough. She obviously met with his approval because he stepped to the side and allowed her entry. Natasha walked through a door that led directly into a huge kitchen. To the side against a wall were coolers filled with ice, bottled water, and beers. On the counter, there were trays topped with food and countless bottles of liquor. She could hear music blaring from the other room.
Natasha jumped and turned to the sound of the door slamming. It was a steel door, practically impenetrable. And to top it off, “muscle head” slid a huge wooded beam into two slots that were bolted to each side of the door. Natasha worried that Steve and her team wouldn’t be able to breach the door if there was an emergency. But, she was in and it was too late to turn back.
“Muscle head” led Natasha through an unfurnished dining room that was beginning to fill with men. The dining room led to an unfurnished living room, which housed a card table, occupied by DJ equipment. A tall, skinny, light skinned black guy stood behind the table bobbing his head to Rick Ross’ The Devil is a Lie. There were also folding chairs lined against the walls throughout the house.
“Muscle man” eventually led Natasha to a set of stairs, and she couldn’t help but notice the intricate designs that were carved into the staircase. It had been stripped down to the original woodwork and lacquered. The same held true for the archways that divided each room. The house was spectacular.
“Dressing room... Third floor,” he grunted before walking away.
Natasha made her way up the stairs. On her way up, she allowed her hand to glide along the smooth wooden surface of the staircase. When she made it to the second floor, she passed what she assumed was a bedroom. Natasha paused at the entrance because she heard the unmistakable moans and grunts of a man engaging in some sort of sexual activity. Before Natasha could investigate the sounds, a short Hispanic man appeared in the doorway. By the scowl that he sported, he di
dn’t seem to appreciate Natasha’s curiosity.
“The dressing room is on the third floor!” He shouted at Natasha before slamming the door in her face.
Natasha rounded the corner and took the next set of stairs. Halfway up, she heard the chattering of female voices. She reached the top of the stairs and took a deep breath. She followed the voices and walked in.
There were maybe ten women in a room that would have been a huge bedroom had there been a bed. Some were stark naked, and some were clothed in the sexiest of lingerie. And they all seem completely comfortable. The confidence that Victoria had instilled in Natasha earlier had flown right out the window.
Natasha walked into the room, and no one noticed. The chatter never seized. Natasha walked over to the window and stared out into the street. She was trying to see if she could spot one of the covert vehicles occupied by one of her teammates. Natasha didn’t recognize any of them, and she began to daydream about all the bad things that could happen. Her team was efficient, but that didn’t stop Victoria from being kidnapped by a serial killer.
A small voice diverted her attention from the window, and the thoughts of her demise.
“Hey... You’re new.” It was a statement, not a question.
Natasha turned to find a very pretty girl. She looked to be about twenty–three or twenty–five at the most. She had a dark chocolate complexion and full pretty lips. She was probably five–seven with big breasts that were completely bare and needed no support whatsoever. She had a tiny waist and full round hips. Her entire wardrobe consisted of a bright pink thong, belly ring, and a pair of clear six inch platforms. She was clearly comfortable being naked. But then again, why wouldn’t she be, she was gorgeous. Natasha smiled while trying to figure out how to proceed with the conversation.
“Yeah, I’m filling in for Diamond.”
Again, there’s always a Diamond.
“You’re pretty,” the younger lady said with a bright, friendly smile. “I’m Tammy.”
“Nice to meet you, Tammy. I’m Natalia.”
“Well, Natalia you had better get ready before that big ugly motherfuckin’ security guard come in here with that bullshit,” she suggested with a giggle.
Natasha sighed and dropped her bag by the bay of the window. She slowly undressed until she stood completely naked. Natasha observed that most of the other girls went into the attached bathroom to freshen up their intimate parts and brush their teeth. In the same bathroom, others applied makeup and styled their hair. There was a ridiculous amount of grooming products in there. Natasha strolled into the bathroom, naked, in order to imitate the others. Once inside, she noticed that there were big wicker baskets throughout the bathroom. Each housed items meant for hygiene. Some had washcloths while others contained douche, feminine spray, perfume, lotion, and condoms.
Natasha grabbed a clean washcloth and walked over to the sink. Like the other girls in the room, Natasha washed her private parts, and when she was done, she walked back into the room and over to the bay window, where she’d left her bag. She opened it and pulled out the slingshot, her bra, her platform shoes, and makeup bag. She was in the process of transforming herself into Natalia when her phone chimed, alerting her of a text message.
It was a message from Steve that read, “I’m close. Be careful and remember your distress signal.”
“I’m good so far,” she muttered out loud knowing that he could hear her.
A loud booming voice then startled Natasha. “Y’all got five minutes to get dressed,” shouted the muscle head man that let Natasha in the house. He stood in the middle of the floor of a room filled with naked women, without a thought to any of their need for privacy. But the women didn’t seem bothered by him being in the room. They just went about their business of getting ready as if he wasn’t there.
Natasha put on her bra and it, as designed, hoisted her boobs in the air. She managed to successfully get into her slingshot. She grabbed her makeup bag and walked over to a mirror that was occupied by two women, one being Tammy. Natasha grimaced at her own half–naked reflection and began to tremble lightly. Her confidence was nonexistent. She shook as she applied her makeup. Tammy gave Natasha a look of concern before turning and walking away.
By the time Natasha was applying her lipstick, Tammy was back.
“I brought you something,” she said in a sweet soft voice.
Natasha looked at Tammy through the mirror. In her hand was a bottle of 1800 tequila, in her other hand were two plastic cups. Then she poured them both a generous amount of the clear liquor. Some of the other girls noticed the tequila and started to make their way toward the two of them. Tammy narrowed her eyes and turned toward the women.
“Don’t even bother comin’ over here, ‘cuz this ain’t for you. I seen y’all with ya’ drink and ain’t none of y’all offered me shit!”
The other women mumbled obscenities and went back to what they were doing. Tammy rolled her eyes and turned back to Natasha.
“Thirsty ass bitches ain’t killin’ my shit,” she mumbled before picking up Natasha’s cup and handing it to her. Natasha took the cup with shaky hands and Tammy noticed.
“It’s just your nerves.”
If she only knew.
“A couple shots of this and you’ll be ok,” Tammy said, smiling sweetly. Natasha knew that, as far as the job was concerned, she was allowed to drink while undercover. However, she battled between the decision to stay as alert as possible or to calm her raging nerves with the tequila.
She opted for the tequila.
She quickly downed her shot and Tammy poured her another. After knocking back the last shot, Natasha no longer had the shakes. She walked over to where she dropped her bag and grabbed her shoes. She chose a pair of black six inch platforms that had rock star chains attached to them. They made a clinking sound with every step that she took. She walked back to the mirror and inspected the total package. She did look extremely sexy. She was curvy in all the right places. She wore more makeup than normal and allowed her curly hair to fall freely down her back. She turned around and looked at her plump ass, and she started to feel sexy.
“Do you want another shot before we go downstairs?” In the mirror, Natasha could see Tammy was behind her, holding up the bottle of 1800.
Natasha could already feel the affect of her first two drinks and yet, she wanted another. She nodded, and Tammy poured more of the clear liquid into Natasha’s cup.
Even though she was downright tipsy, it dawned on Natasha that she was damn near naked. She wondered where she was going to hide her covert phone. She prayed that it would fit in her bra unnoticed. She turned her back to Tammy and pulled the phone out of her bag. She stuffed it in her bra and slid it under her breast. She patted her breast to ensure that the phone was secure and well hidden, hoping that her bra didn’t muffle the sound.
The other women began to file out, but Tammy waited for Natasha. Natasha took a deep breath and followed Tammy out of the door. The music got louder as they made their way down the stairs. When they landed on the second floor, all four doors were closed. They rounded the corner and took the last set of stairs that led to the first floor. Natasha staggered a little on her way down. She was a little drunk, so she slowed her steps held on to the rail. When they reached the bottom, Natasha was shocked to see that the house was completely packed. Lil
Wayne’s ‘No Worries’ blared throughout the house. The other women were spread out and about.
A small crowd gathered around a woman while she danced. Natasha walked across the room to get a closer look. As she maneuvered her way through the crowd, she ignored the catcalls that were directed at her. Natasha looked down, and there was a thin Black girl with long bright red hair laying on her back, pulling what appeared to a lollipop from her vagina. The men cheered and screamed obscenities at the young woman. She sucked the lollipop and returned it to her vagina, but this time she allowed one of the men to retrieve the lollipop with his teeth.
Dollar bil
ls rained down on her.
I would quit the department before I did that shit, she thought to herself.
Natasha turned away from the show and walked through the house to the dining room, where women were coaxing men into paying for a lap dance. She turned to see Tammy leaning over a chair popping her ass. She put her hands on her knees and popped her right butt cheek and then she switched to her left. Natasha was actually impressed by Tammy’s skillful control of her body. The men watching her were completely mesmerized as they dropped dollar bills on Tammy’s ass.
Natasha noticed muscle head eyeing her curiously, but she suddenly felt a tap to her shoulder. She turned to see a tall, gorgeous man with skin the color of dark chocolate and gorgeous full lips that surrounded perfect white teeth. He had broad shoulders and an impressive chest that couldn’t be hidden by the t–shirt that he wore. He smiled, and Natasha instinctively smiled back.
“Damn, you fine as hell. That ass should be illegal,” he moaned. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
Natalia.
Natalia.
Natalia.
“Yes I do, baby. But you don’t know how sexy I can be,” Natasha purred in an attempt to be alluring.
“I’d like to find out. I got fifty for a private lap dance,” he said, holding a fifty dollar bill in his hand.
Natasha looked over his shoulder and noticed that muscle head was still watching her. She took the fifty and tucked into her bra. The sexy chocolate man grabbed
Natasha’s hand and led her to the stairs.
“Are we going to the second floor?” She asked, more so to give Steve her location in the house, just in case something went down.
He nodded and when they made it to the second floor, all of the doors were still closed. He tried the first door; it was locked. He opened the second door, and Natasha peeked in long enough to see a woman on her knees orally copulating a man. It was suspect, but not enough to prove prostitution. He quickly closed the door and moved on the third door. He opened the third door to find that it was empty. He led Natasha into a bedroom and closed the door behind them. The sexy chocolate man walked over to a stereo and fumbled with it until Jeremiah’s ‘All
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