Thirsty Thursday (The Billionaires Temptations Book 4)

by Annalise Wells

  "Next time you are in town, just give me a call," I say. I hand her my card.

  "There will be no question of that," Babs says.

  She hands me a roll of notes. "There is a little extra in there for you," she whispers.

  "Have a great evening," I say. She is such a cute sixty-year-old.

  "It can't be any better than that," Babs replies.

  I smile and kiss her on the cheek. "I will see you again," I say.

  "I do hope so," she replies. The other women still stare at me.

  I stand in the elevator. I may never see Babs again. It was just a figure of speech to make her feel special on her birthday. I roll out the notes and count them. Seven thousand three hundred dollars. Not bad for a less than an hour’s work. There was also a piece of paper. Bab's had scribbled her phone number down.

  I had thought that I would never see her again, but she may come in handy at some point. I put the number and money inside my wallet as I exit the elevator. I approach my car and can see I have a flat.

  "God damn," I mumble.

  I check in the back of the car.

  "Crap, I have no spare."

  I have no choice but to call Tina. I am horny, now. My cock wants her. My Tina.

  “Shows are good, I guess.”

  Tina

  “I’ll be there once I’m organized.”

  I wake from my snooze. The cell phone is ringing. I look and see that it’s Orlando.

  I rub my eyes. "Hello."

  "Can you come and get me, I have a flat on the car, and I have no spare," he says.

  "Sure, where are you?" I ask.

  "At the back of the retail park, The Hotel Elegance," he says.

  "Just give me about twenty minutes, and I will be there."

  "I will get the wheel off ready," he replies. “I’m all oily.”

  “Hmmm, naughty boy!”

  I make my way to the parking lot. As soon as I enter, I see Orlando standing by his car. I stop beside him.

  "Can you believe it? I have never had a flat before," he says.

  "Throw it in the back, there is a tire place just a couple of blocks away," I say.

  I can see he is pissed. His sense of humor not there. "How was your dance, anyway?" I ask.

  "Pretty good, they were from Texas," he replies.

  "Plenty of money?"

  "Hell yeah, I made just over seven-grand, but it took an erection to get that," he says, laughing.

  I slap him on the arm. "I hope that was all it was," I comment. He can see my pout.

  "Of course it was, it was her birthday so what the hell. It will give her some ideas when she gets back to her husband," he says.

  I see the tire place and slowly pull into their workshop.

  "Can you have a look at a flat for us?"

  "Sure, just drop the tire here, and I will see what I can do," the old guy says.

  Orlando passes him the tire. The old guy walks to his air pump and gives it a “psst psst” to check it is working. He connects to the valve and lets the air flow. I watch as he slides his hand inside his work overalls and then scratches his massive white beard.

  "Hum," he says.

  "What's wrong?” Orlando asks.

  "The air isn't staying in the tire, I will put it in the water bath," the old guy says.

  He lifts the tire and pushes it under the water. He starts the pump. Air gushes from under the tire. He flips it over and starts the pump again.

  "It looks like someone has slashed your tire," the old guy says, quite plainly.

  "What?" Orlando looks unamused.

  The old man pokes his finger into a large cut. "See, and there is no way I can fix that, it is a new tire that’s required."

  "Do you have one?" Orlando asks.

  "Sorry son, I will have to order it. It will take a couple of hours," he says.

  "Okay, just do it, I have to get it fixed."

  The old man walks inside to order the new tire.

  "I can't believe it. Who would slash my tire?" he asks.

  I shake my head. "There is only one person I can think of," I reply.

  Orlando sighs as he turns his head. "You mean my new stalker?"

  I nod in agreement as I start the engine. "So, what do you want to do for a few hours?" I ask.

  "I have no idea at all. I have had enough excitement for the day."

  "Do you fancy a spa and a massage?"

  "Hell yeah, that sounds ideal."

  I smile as I start the engine. "And I know just the place."

  We arrive at the club. The car lot has a few cars. These are just spa customers, later tonight, it will be heaving.

  We walk into the reception and head to the girl on the desk.

  "Is Shona or Cally here? I ask.

  "Cally is in the club office, but you will have to be escorted there," she replies. The girl waves to a young guy to escort me.

  I gesture in Orlando's direction. "Can you arrange for a spa and massage for him?"

  "Of course, we will give him the works," she says.

  Orlando is lead towards the inner sanctum of the spa. He looks at me. “I thought you were coming as well?"

  I laugh and shake my head. "People to see and things to do," I reply.

  Orlando frowns as he nears the door of the spa.

  "You're a big boy now," I call.

  "Tut," he replies. He rolls his eyes.

  "Can you stand behind the yellow line please Ma'am?" the guy asks.

  I stand behind the line. The guy vanishes around the corner. The wall starts to open in front of me.

  "Wow, that is so cool," I say.

  The guy laughs. "That is one of the many cool things about this place," he says.

  We walk down the ramp. The red led lights lead the way. He pushes open the door. I stand inside and look at the red and black decor. It exudes sex and enjoyment. I see the many private chairs and the more public area by the stage.

  "It is no wonder my club finished."

  The guy opens the door and holds it open for me. I step inside the office. Cally and Stacey are there and look in my direction. I can see that Stacey looks pissed. Cally not so much because she is slightly more mature.

  "Well girls, it looks as if you have spoken to Shona?" I say.

  Stacey rests her butt on the desk and folds her arms. "I really want to be angry with you. But I can't," she says.

  "I was expecting a “lying fucker” and/or ‘bitch’ and lots of other expletives like that," I say.

  Stacey huffs. "Believe me, there have been a few and then I realized," she says.

  "Realized what?"

  "If it wasn't for you lying and underhanded dealings, none of us would have found the guys," she says.

  "So, there is some good that has come from it?" I ask, giving a wink.

  Stacey grimaces. "It will if we can get out of the mess we are in now."

  "Well, that is half the reason I am here," I say. "I had my debriefing just after lunch."

  "And what happened there? A pat on the back and a promotion?" Stacey asks.

  "Not at all, they did not believe it was me who shot Michelle," I say.

  "It wasn't."

  "I told them it was, there was no need to drag you into it, anymore," I explain.

  "I think you better have a seat and tell us everything," Cally says.

  "I have time, Orlando is in the spa having the full treatment."

  I explained to the girls how I had bent the truth slightly, and pushed most of the focus back onto The Kingmaker. I also explained the reason we were all together was because of his plan for Operation Rotation. I also said that none of them were aware of who The Kingmaker was really and who my bosses were, either.

  Cally looks at me. "So, this agency is thinking you are going to get the guys for them, but you do not intend doing so?" she asks.

  "That is exactly what I am saying, but how I can put it into practice, I don't know, yet."

  "At least you have a new cover with the club.
Beau said you were keen on the idea," Cally says.

  "I am, and to be honest I want out of this black ops crap. I am at that age I want to settle down a little."

  "If we can pull this one off, I think this is the only chance you are going to get," Cally says.

  "Sometime soon, I will need to speak to Ty and Joseph, they are the two main ones who can help," I say.

  "There is another person who can help," Stacey says.

  "Who is that?" I ask.

  "Bob."

  I look at her, puzzled. "Who the hell is Bob?"

  Stacey relaxes her arms. "It is a long story, he works for Ty. He is a computer genius, it was him who trashed The Kingmaker's network," she says.

  "Interesting, I may be able to use his skills," I say. "The only other thing is, I need a base, somewhere to work from."

  I see Cally and Stacey laughing at each other. They have a private joke between themselves.

  "What is so funny?" I ask.

  "It just so happens Joseph has such a place, it is fully equipped and ready to go," Stacey explains.

  "That is all well and good, but it has to be really safe," I say.

  Stacey stands and puts her hand on my shoulder. "It is very safe."

  I look into her eyes. I can see she is serious. "But how do you know for sure?"

  "Tina, I know for sure because you never found it."

  "So, where is it? I mean, can you take me there?"

  Stacey offers me her arm. "I thought you would never ask."

  We leave the office, and I turn toward the exit.

  "Where are you going?" Stacey asks.

  "I thought we were going to see Joseph’s room."

  "We are."

  "Where is it?"

  "Just at the end of this corridor."

  “Really? Now that’s clever.”

  “I’ll be there once I’m organized.”

  Orlando

  “Turkish baths… I could get used to those.”

  I had used saunas before, but I had never used a Turkish bath like this. It is so damned hot and humid. I can feel each of my pores opening up in my skin and pouring out little buckets of sweat.

  With the look of some of the guys in here, I was starting to feel like a mafia boss. "You gotta respect the family," I think and laugh.

  As I lay on the central stone table, a young girl ushers me into the next room. What lay before me was a bronze-colored roof with light beams hitting the clear water.

  "What do I do in here?" I ask the girl.

  She grins back at me. "Jump in, and then go back into the hot room."

  She stands there holding her hand out toward me. "Yes?" I ask, still in awe of the place.

  She grins again. "Your towel."

  I loosen my white, fluffy towel. I stand there in all my glory after I remove it. The girl does not flinch or even look interested in my magnificent body.

  She’s obviously a lesbian.

  I jump into the clear water. I feel my skin tighten around my muscles. I grit relax as I slowly come to the surface of the water. The girl stands to watch as I climb from the pool. She looks at my body and smiles. I look down, and my cock is not the prime example it normally is. It had shriveled at the first sign of cold.

  She hands me back my towel and leads me back into the warmth of the hot room. I can instantly feel everything going back to its original size.

  I lay face down on the massage table. I look through the hole in the table and stare at the mosaic tiles. The masseur begins pushing her fingers deep into the bunched muscles of my broad shoulder. The knots in my neck loosen. Another therapist comes in to help.

  "Ah, that is nice," I murmur.

  I feel their thumbs pushing against my spine. They work their way down my body. A hand slips under my towel and massages my thighs.

  Fuck.

  I smile to myself as a small twitch enters my shaft. I feel aroused by the hands.

  A deep voice booms from behind me. "Okay Sir, turn over."

  I was sure it was females who did the massages. Shit, he has just touched my cock as he did my inner thigh.

  I close my eyes. I can't bear to look at the large guy who has just massaged my back. I open one eye and peek. "Don't worry Sir, everyone thinks the same. Just relax."

  His fingers rub down my chest and push into the solid slab of my stomach. He massages my legs and makes his way up to my thighs. The woman is doing my feet.

  "That is enough," I say.

  The big guy laughs. Now you are ready for your mud bath."

  I fasten my towel and follow him into another room. Stone baths are lined on either side. Each one is full of what looks like molten chocolate.

  "That's mud?" I ask.

  "It is, and it sure does look like chocolate," he replies.

  "What do I do?"

  The big guy grins. "Step in and get comfortable."

  I drop my towel on the stone bench and put my foot on the tiled step. I dip my foot into the mud.

  "Damn, it's warm," I say.

  "That is what makes it feel so nice," the big guy says.

  I slide my body into the mud. He places a pillow behind my head. I close my eyes and relax at the peacefulness that surrounds me. I hear a couple of guys enter into the room. They slip into their bath. I listen to them as they talk.

  "You think she was telling the truth?" the younger guy says.

  "I don't know, but I can't believe out of ten people, she was the only one who knew what was happening," says the older guy.

  "The other thing is, Beau was well inside the distance for Operation Rotation to occur. There must be another reason why Joseph never transmitted the signal."

  The older guy ignores my presence. "I think we need to keep a closer eye on her this time. We know how close she is to the girls." I close my eyes tightly and pretend I am asleep.

  The two guys continue to chat about what happened on the docks. I wanted to jump out, but they would guess something was wrong. I had to wait until it was my time. But the good thing is, the mud sure does feel good.

  I lay there and begin thinking more about everything. I figured I was an innocent bystander in all of this, but now I was being dragged into it more. Bit by bit. The guys finally finish chatting, I open one eye to check they have gone. The whole room is empty apart from the big guy who has just walked in… and me.

  "It looks like you are all done in here," he says.

  "You mean there is more?"

  "The premium package would have you here for most of the day," he replies.

  "I would love to, but I have something important to do," I reply.

  "In that case, you better walk into the shower cubicle and turn your back," the big guy says. He points a large hose at me. "If you want a face full of mud you should…"

  I quickly turn my back. Big guy turns on the hose. A large jet of warm water blasts against my body. I think he is enjoying himself, as he makes a point of shooting the water at my ass.

  "Turn around and cover your bits," he says.

  I turn to face him and cup my sack and my cock in my hands. He lets the water rip. I spit bits of mud as I am splashed from what is obviously a fireman's hose.

  "Not much more I can do, it is your turn now," he says.

  I turn on the faucet and the warm water cascades from above. My skin feels clearer and lighter. I have no aches or pains and I feel superbly relaxed.

  "Did you see two guys in here before?" I ask.

  "No. I only saw you."

  I make my way to the locker room and get dressed. I have to find Tina and tell her what I think I have heard.

  Tina comes out from the club as I exit the spa. I quickly rush up to her.

  "I’ve just heard two guys talking in the mud bath room," I say.

  "That is nothing new, it is a good place to chat," Tina replies, smiling.

  I frown. "They were talking about you."

  I see the expression on Tina's face change. Maybe she has come to realize that what they said a
t the debriefing was not the whole truth.

  "That means I have to be extra careful in what I do. They must be watching closely," Tina replies.

  I look at Tina and take hold of her arm. "If those two guys have come in here already, we shouldn't speak here," I reply.

  "It is okay, I have just seen Joseph’s control room. It is as secure as Fort Knox," she explains.

  "Just in there, then. Any other conversations should be made off site," I say.

  "I agree. And for now, we will have a good discussion about your spa," Tina says. "That is while we are on the way to get your tire."

  I scratch my head. "Damn, I forgot about that." I look at her seriously. "I just hope that psycho hasn't gone back and slashed the others," I say.

  We pull from the parking lot and drive toward the main street from the docks. A red car passes in front of us.

  "That's the car," I yell.

  "Which one?"

  "That stupid red thing," I say.

  "Do you want me to follow her?" Tina asks.

  "No, I just want my tire back," I say, now laughing.

  "We will be there in a few minutes. Just keep your eyes open that she doesn't try and follow," Tina comments. “Why are you so damn gorgeous… and Italian!”

  "I am sexy Italiano, for sure. An Italian stallion. I am used to spotting for things like this," I say.

  "Why are you used to spotting?" Tina asks. "Have you been in the forces?"

  "No, me? Of course not. I went straight into dancing the first chance I had. I am a natural Fred Astaire," I reply. I can’t tell her.

  Tina glances in my direction. "I am not sure that he used to do stripping for a living," she says with a huge grin.

  I grin back at her. "You never know. We only see him in the old movies, he could have had a casual job," I say.

  Tina looks back at me. "If you believe it, I believe it."

  “We believe it, Bella.”

  “Is that my new name?”

  “Bella Tina!” he says. “Beautiful, Tina.”

  “Turkish baths… I could get used to those.”

  Tina

  “Crazy women can stay away.”

  The crazy woman had not followed us, and we got to the the tire depot just as the old man was pulling the chain on the shutter door.