We watch as Angie and Scott wrap up the remaining dancers. We walk over to the lift and go to the ground floor.
“Let’s have a walk around Chinatown,” Orlando says.
“I love that it’s us here, right now.”
“Me too, Tina. Me too.”
“Why do blessings always come in disguise?”
Orlando
“Make the most of what you have, no matter how little it is.”
We walk into the night air. One of the first times we have done it as a couple.
Chinatown was a much healthier place to live, the market would take some getting used to as the smell of all the fresh hung meats ready for selling at all hours of the day, could be slightly overwhelming.
The people though were much friendlier, especially when they had the notion you knew Mr. Yang; you were guaranteed safe once they knew that, and any fool who actually tried something would not try it again, that was for sure.
We walk past some of the Chinese herbs, some look and smell really good to use in the spa and in the gym, Tommy was well into his herbal remedies rather than chemicals. These were top sportsmen he was dealing with and any hint of a banned substance would hurt theirs and his reputation. Herbs were the way to go in some respects, they were not illegal and in some circumstances, they performed better than the manufactured drugs.
“I think I am going to like it here,” I say to Tina.
“Me too, I can see a long-term future, the club basically has four businesses driving it, and that can cope with any slump,” she says.
I pull Tina closer to me.
“You mean a good place to start a family?” Tina says.
I cough and splutter as I look at her sharply. “You’re not?” I ask.
“Of course not, I mean generally, you think it is a good environment?” she asks. She smiles a cheeky grin.
“Yes,” I say. Totally glad she is not pregnant. “You can see there are lots of kids running around here with no concern at all, even the parents don’t mind,” I say.
“It is like one big massive family,” she replies.
We walk around the block and pass the Wing Wah. Mr. Yang has guys outside and we can see they are protecting more than just a restaurant.
“How powerful do you think he actually is?” I ask.
“Mr. Yang, I think he is the top Chinese guy in the city, the Wing Wah is nothing, but he loves that vibe… and the food,” Tina replies.
“I am glad he is on our side.”
“Damn straight, I wouldn’t want him as an enemy,” Tina says.
We start to walk back up the street to the club. The outside lights flicker as they are finally turned off for the evening. We approach the door and tap on the glass. The security guard opens the door.
“Sorry Ma’am, I didn’t realize you were still out,” he says, looking at Tina.
“Don’t worry about it, I have just noticed something we have not considered. What about when it is raining?” Tina says.
“Crap, a canopy,” I reply.
Tina smiles and pulls me in through the door. “I will speak to pencil guy in the morning,” she says.
We walk through the gym and enter the elevator. I pull the large gate and Tina pushes the button for the top floor.
We come to a halt at the spa. We cross the spa reception and enter the secret elevator for the club. Tina flicks the switch; the floor moves and we rise up to the floor of the club.
We walk out. The place is filled with an eerie silence, a blue neon glow fills the room. We walk around and check everything is ready for our grand opening which will be soon. I open the dark stage side curtain and walk through. Tina follows behind me. I hear laughter and can see the door to one of the rooms is open.
“I forgot Scott was staying,” I say.
“So?” Tina asks.
“I think he is with Angie, I can hear them laughing,” I whisper.
“Have a look,” Tina says.
“No, that’s naughty,” I reply.
Tina frowns and pushes me forward to the open door. I see in the mirror. There are the naked bodies of Angie and Scott. I try to back away. Tina holds me still.
“Let’s watch,” she says.
“It isn’t right,” I reply.
“Yeah, but it is a real turn on, don’t you think?” she says.
She was right, it was like watching a real porno movie, up close and personal. I can even feel evidence of my arousal building inside my pants.
I stand behind Tina as we watch in silence. Angie caresses her nipples as Scott places a hand on her shoulder and drives his fingers deep inside her pussy. She moans and he watches her. I see Angie biting her lip and rocking her hips against the movement of Scott’s hand. He is so into her and she feels so aroused by his touch.
Tina reaches behind and grabs hold of my cock. She massages me through my pants as she watches Angie intently. I lean over Tina and slip my hand inside her shirt; my fingers run under her bra and I play wantingly with her perfect nipples.
Angie Arches her back, she thrusts her hips forward as Scott increases his thrusting. Angie reaches down and takes hold of Scott’s hardening shaft.
Tina squeezes my manhood and pulls at my zipper. She fumbles with my shaft and pulls it free from my shorts. I feel her fingers wrap around the base of my shaft as she strokes me in time with Angie stroking Scott.
I tug gently on Tina’s hardened nipples, kissing her neck as her breath grows heavier. She squeezes my shaft harder. I suck air through my teeth as my shaft finally reaches a full, throbbing erection.
Scott removes his hand and Angie gets on her hands and knees, she spreads her legs and I can see Scott’s hand reaching through to her wet pussy. Scott thrusts adding two fingers inside, her back arches as she pulls on the bed sheets. He fingers slowly, as he eyes the view from behind.
Tina’s hand strokes my rigid flesh harder and harder. I find myself limited to playing with her budded and hardened nipples. My cock aches and throbs as we watch Scott kneel closer to Angie, he takes his cock and rubs it against her pussy. I see her lips spread as Scott drives himself slowly inside her, he is taking it slow to make it last.
Scott starts to increase his rhythmic thrusting, Angie thrashes in front of him in wild abandonment. Tina’s breath is short and shallow as I move my fingers inside her panties, wanting her.
Angie’s body moves in perfect harmony with Scott’s as he grabs hold of her hips. He drives hard into her hot wet flesh, she squeals in ecstasy. She now starts to moan every time his length hits her deepest part. Tina thrusts her hand faster on me and then stops.
She spins me to face away from the wall and drops to her knees. She glances through the doorway, watching them as she pulls down on my manhood. My head is hard and taut as she teases my tip with the moistness of her tongue. I push my hands flat against the wall as I watch Scott driving his hard cock into Angie’s pussy. The sounds of their sex making me turned on, more.
Tina opens her mouth and slides her head all the way down my rigid shaft. I breathe with pleasure. Scott looks to the door and carries on. Tina’s tongue swirls around my shaft as she watches Scott driving his hard cock into Angie’s wet cunt. She sucks harder and fumbles with her breasts. I sense she wishes she was upstairs, but she is getting a real kick from watching the young couple becoming entwined in their lovemaking.
I feel my hard shaft as it fills her mouth. She slides her hands up her shirt and tugs at her nipples, moaning a muffled moan. Tina’s head bobs back and forth as her gaze is fixed on Scott thrusting his muscled body against Angie’s. I watch them, too. I want to watch. It’s a turn on, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I feel my body is close to releasing me. I watch Scott as he thrusts harder and harder. Tina’s head bobs faster and faster. My fingers push hard against the wall. I feel my hips start to rock as my legs tremble. I feel my hot cum rising as Tina continues thrusting her head in the height of her passion. She fingers herself and moans at the fee
ling.
Angie’s body bucks madly under the animal-like thrusting of Scott. I hear them scream they are cumming, and I feel like I am so close to joining them.
“Tina,” I whisper. “I am gonna cum.”
Tina grabs hold of my sack and starts to massage my balls. I feel my body release itself, my hotness spilling over into Tina’s inviting mouth. She keeps fingering and then she releases, as well.
Scott’s body is slumped against Angie’s. We quietly make our way upstairs and leave them to find their embrace with other.
“Fuck!” I whisper.
“That was delicious,” she says.
“Make the most of what you have, no matter how little it is.”
Tina
“The best way to be taken, is often by surprise.”
We had sneaked away from the room with Angie and Scott. Orlando had managed to get his still-hardened shaft back into his pants and we move to the apartment upstairs.
In the morning, I was up and cooking breakfast as Orlando was finishing in the shower. We had to go and see Ty and Bob because all the recon work was completed. I just wanted Orlando to show me the layout he had done yesterday.
Orlando comes downstairs with his maps. He lays them on the table as I finish cooking breakfast.
“Pancakes?” he asks.
I nod. “I know you love pancakes,” I reply.
Orlando scoops two pancakes to his plate and drizzles them in maple syrup. He takes his fork and cuts off a large slice. He shoves them into his mouth and mumbles about the map. He is sexy, even eating.
“This red dot is us, here. Each of these lines are to buildings where we have a clear line of sight. That is above the fifteenth floor, below that and we risk firing into too many civilians, so the higher the better,” Orlando explains.
I stand and look at the map as I chew on my pancake. Something just doesn’t click inside my brain that it is that easy. I am not sure what it is, because it impossible to tell off a map.
“There is something not right. You have done everything spot on, but the buildings, I have a feeling there is going to be a problem,” I say.
“Well. The sooner we get to Bob and Ty, the sooner we can find out,” Orlando says.
“Finish your breakfast and we will go,” I reply.
I put the dishes into the kitchen as Orlando rolls his maps and puts them in his bag. We walk downstairs and already we hear music; the guys and girls are working hard at their routines.
“Two days,” I yell.
“Piece of cake,” I hear someone yell.
“If it isn’t right, that person is fired okay?” I laugh.
“It was Timmy,” everyone calls.
“Timmy, pull your finger out,” I yell back.
“Sorry Tina,” Timmy calls quietly.
The elevator door opens into the spa. I walk in, shocked as it appears we already have customers. I walk to the reception.
“Jenny, am I in the right place?” I ask, confused.
“I am as surprised as you are, they were nearly here before all the girls had arrived,” Jenny replies.
“Give them all a free healthy drink on the house, lets show the love,” I say.
Orlando looks at me and scratches his head. “I am lost for words, seven thirty and the spa has people waiting?” he says.
“They have all come from somewhere,” I reply.
We stand in the elevator unsure of what we could see downstairs. I am sure I am still asleep and dreaming all of this, I must be, it can’t be real.
The door opens and we walk into the reception area. I hear the whirring of machines and the plod of footsteps on treadmills. I follow Orlando into the back where Tommy will be conducting his physio.
“Tommy, am I seeing things?” Orlando asks.
“Orlando, I don’t know who has done it but we are stacked, I do know they have fifty percent off for the first few days, but man, this is dope,” Tommy says.
“What about subscriptions to the gym?” Orlando asks.
“You will have to ask the girl on reception, she looked like she was going to pull her hair out earlier,” Tommy says.
“Before I forget,” Orlando says. “If you get the chance, at the top end of the market is a Chinese stall that does some wicked herbs and ointments,” Orlando says.
Tommy rubs his chin and nods. “Herbs and ointments?” he asks.
“Just go up to the club and speak to Conor, he will give you the cash; stock up on what you need, and take one of the girls from the spa, maybe they can do with some authentic stuff,” I say. “And don’t forget the receipt.”
We pass by the reception and speak to the girl. She does look a little stressed as Tommy said.
“Are you okay?” I ask Jane.
“Sorry Tina, it was partly my fault, I was a few minutes late and I was bombarded by loads of people waiting to go in,” she says.
“Any idea where they have all come from?” I ask.
“Some were straight from the surrounding area, they just said it was much closer, and it was about time a gym opened,” she says. “The others, they were coming in with vouchers from magazines, it was offering fifty percent off membership and not just an opening offer.”
“How many subscriptions have you had so far?” I ask.
Jane pulls out a pile of paper application forms and puts them on the counter. She also shows me the ledger she has to track the memberships until they are entered onto the computer.
“How many?”
“Forty-seven memberships, but not all those have come in this morning, they just stopped by to sign up,” she says.
“This is ridiculous, it is only nine o’clock,” I reply.
“As long as the gym and equipment live up to the reputation, I think we are going to do well,” Jane says.
“I think the bonuses will be coming much quicker than anticipated.”
“I am not sure about the crèche, I can’t really see from here when it is full of people,” Jane says.
“That’s okay, we will go ‘round,” I reply.
We walk onto the sidewalk. We stand looking at the front of the building.
Pencil guy walks up and starts talking. “Morning Ma’am,” he says.
“Morning,” I reply.
“Is everything oaky so far?” he asks.
“Yeah, I did hear Angie had you make some changes?”
“She did, my guys just have to finish them today.”
“We noticed a thing we had missed last night when we came back from walking,” I explain.
“What might that be?” Pencil guy asks.
“A canopy for when it rains.”
“You have a canopy for when it rains,” he replies smiling.
Orlando and I shrug our shoulders. “Please enlighten us,” says Orlando.
“Wait there one moment,” Pencil guy says.
He has in his hand a remote control. He shows us the controls and explains that we can do it manually or automatic and from the reception desk of either the crèche or the gym.
“Explain the difference,” Orlando says, slightly confused.
“Manually from inside, you just push the button,” he says. “Manually from outside, you push this button.”
“What about automatic?” Orlando asks.
“I can’t show you that, because it isn’t raining,” the pencil guy explains.
“Can you show us how it works?” Orlando asks.
Pencil guy hands me the remote. I push the button and we watch. I hear the whir of a motor and the full sign starts moving toward the street. The concealed canopy stretches out behind it.
“Damn, that is cool,” Orlando says.
“We were thinking the sign was going to end up hidden,” I say.
“I am not just a pretty face and a guy who has a pencil behind his ear,” he replies, winking.
“I see you are not,” I reply. I hand him the remote and we walk inside the reception for the crèche.
I look at Angel. “A
ngel, don’t tell me, you are swamped?”
“Not at all, we have a few kids, their moms are either in the gym or in the spa, maybe ten or twelve. I have had queries regarding birthday parties, it seems they like the idea of the play area,” Angel says.
“I never thought about opening for parties, but I don’t see why not. I will get back to you with a price, or if you can check the internet and see what other places charge, do that,” I say.
“I will have a look. Do you want me to call these ones back?” she asks.
“Not yet, we may find we need to find a clown and a magician first,” Orlando smiles at me and sighs. He starts laughing.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask.
“Do you realize it has taken us an hour to get this far,” he replies.
“You, Orlando… can be the clown!”
“What!?”
“Surprise!” I say. Angel giggles and covers her mouth.
“Well you can be the magician,” says Orlando.
“I am the god-damned Queen. Look for a magician, Angel. We have our clown… and he can dance.”
“Yes, Tina, right away.” Orlando pouts at me.
“The best way to be taken, is often by surprise.”
Orlando
“The best memories are the ones you wish to remember.”
We finally arrive at Ty’s place. We pull up beside him as he is working on his bike. I am a clown, apparently. My self-esteem is lowered. Tina is very naughty.
“That brings back memories,” I say.
“You had a motorcycle?” Ty asks.
“I used to have a Triumph, not a new one, I had an original.”
“What happened to it? Christ, that would be worth a pretty penny,” Ty says as he wipes his hands on a rag.
I look over my shoulder and see Tina is talking to Cally. “I lost it in a poker game,” I reply.
“How sick must you have felt.”
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