Emily and Janet were both witnesses to Heather’s acts of desperation, lowering herself to jacking off her clients whenever they were bored with her and wanted to see another model. She made the men come and still received little in tips.
“Janet, calm down so we can see what she wants,” Emily said. “I know you don’t want any of this, Heather, so you better get to talking quick fast and in a hurry.”
Heather’s eyes narrowed. “Whatever, you owe me.”
“What the hell? How do I owe you anything? What drugs are you on?”
“Actually I haven’t taken anything in months, and my mind is clear. You knew I shouldn’t have gone to Nevada, but you let me go anyway. You could’ve offered me a job, just like you did Janet.” Heather took a step closer to Emily.
Emily tried her best to maintain her composure. Heather had really lost her mind fell off the deep end of the pool to think it was Emily’s job to babysit her. It wasn’t like Emily told her to go anywhere, especially not all the way across the country to be a whore on a ranch who resorted to prostituting herself out to truck drivers.
Emily laughed. “Please fill me in on how things not working out for you in Nevada, is somehow my fault?”
“You practically begged Janet to stay when she wanted to leave. I heard you tell my sister that you thought Nevada wasn’t a good idea. You even offered both of them jobs, but my sister wouldn’t stay because of me.”
“Because I didn’t give you a freaking job, I owe you like you were one of my employees anyway?” Emily narrowed her eyes while turning her head to the side.
“No, you owe me because some messed up stuff happened to me and my sister, and now she’s in a mental hospital. If you would’ve convinced her to stay, she wouldn’t have gotten beaten and raped and ended up there!” Heather held her ground.
Emily shook her head. “You cannot put that on me! It’s sad what happened to your sister, but I did nothing wrong. It was not my job to force her to stay. She is a grown woman, just like Janet, who left as well.”
“Oh, Miss High and Mighty, you’re going to pay one way or other, whether you like it or not!” Heather pointed her finger at Emily’s forehead, just inches away from actually touching her.
Scooting her chair back, Emily rose, standing eye to eye with Heather. She was sick and tired of her madness and drama. Emily was so close to Heather’s face she could smell ham sandwich on her breath.
“Come on.” Janet grabbed Emily’s arm. “Let’s go. She’s crazy and is using a sad situation to get money. You don’t owe her or her sister a dime.”
Emily followed Janet’s lead, and they brushed past Heather, navigating their way through the crowd of shoppers. Janet moved so fast Emily had to take extra long strides to keep up. The sale signs at Macy’s, Victoria Secret’s, and the Coach Store were nothing but a blur.
Janet slowed down once they had reached the ground level of the parking garage and made their way to the car. “I can’t believe her. She’s the one that needs to be locked up behind four padded walls, not her sister. I had to get you out of there before security had to pull you off of her.”
“Was it that obvious?” Emily put her key in the ignition and sped off.
“Girl, Stevie Wonder could see the can of whoop ass you were getting ready to open.”
Once her adrenaline slowed down, Emily started to feel the pain in her right palm of her hand from her nails digging in her skin. Her jaw throbbed from clenching her teeth together. The migraine she experienced earlier was turning into an aneurysm ready to explode at any given moment. She had to get a grip on things quickly before frustration and anger consumed her. “You know what, she can be on her own island of madness, but I’m getting on with my life. I’m going to focus on having my club ready to go in the next month.”
“I hear you.”
Emily zoned out as she drove the short distance back to her house.
“I see Antonio made it over,” Janet pointed to his SUV in the driveway. “I’ll leave you two love birds alone. It’s time for a shift change, and my man should be walking out in any minute.”
Ryan must have been watching the monitors Emily reasoned because her front door opened and he walked right out.
“Later.” Janet opened the door and ran to her man, leaving Emily in the vehicle alone.
She swallowed some Excedrin and chased it with water before getting out.
Antonio stood in the doorway with a huge grin. “Where’ve you been?” He gave her a hug.
“Me? I could ask you the same. Weren’t you supposed to be here hours ago?” she countered, a little angrier than she intended.
“Point taken.” His smile faded. “You seem upset. Cosa c'è di sbagliato? What’s wrong?”
She allowed herself to relax in his embrace. “Don’t ask. Look, baby, I know we had plans, but I need to just stay in and be alone to gather my thoughts.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“All right. I don’t like it, but I understand. I’m here if you need me. I love you. See you later.” He squeezed her tight and gave her a peck on the lips before heading out.
The smell of stale cigarettes lingered in the air, long after he departed.
Chapter Ten
Emily clicked the screen, enlarging Janet’s private show. She was eager to see her friend’s performance compared to her other girls. The microphone icon popped up, and Emily adjusted the volume to hear Janet while reading the comments from the client.
“You like what I’m doing to you, baby?” Janet pulled down the top of her scarlet red mesh chemise.
Yes, Big_Bob2u typed. Suck on them for me.
Janet put the nipple of her left breast in her mouth, suckling it. Then she released it, letting her tongue flicker across the tip, making sure to give a close up to the camera. She caressed her breasts, moving them closer to her mouth, licking and playing with them, moving them up and down like a girl jumping double dutch.
Straddling the black leather chair like it was her lover, she moved her body up and down, riding it like a pro. Leaning back over the chair, she maintained contact with her client, moaning in delight. She had Big Bob’s full attention as she swung her body around, facing forward to finish him off. Arching her back as she spread her legs open, she removed her diamond-studded thong slowly and seductively. Once they were off, she used them as her prop. She slid them across her clit before dropping them to floor.
“I want you to come with me.” Janet used her hands to pull her vaginal lips apart, putting her inner pink walls on display.
I’m pushing my dick in you. You’re so wet.
“Mmm.” She massaged her clit and stuck two fingers inside her. “I want you to taste me.” She pulled her fingers out and held them out toward the camera.
You taste delicious, he answered.
Emily clicked off the show and left them to it. Janet was a natural and would have no problem keeping the men entertained. Emily checked in on a few other models, then the site stats.
The phone rang. She clicked save on a report and answered.
“Girl, I love this job!” Janet screamed. “There’s no way I would ever go back to letting men grope my body. This is easy money. I can’t believe we used to actually do this in a club.”
“I can tell. I watched a few of your shows. You’re really giving them something to make their mouth water.”
“Yeah, but unlike the club, I don’t have to see them staring back at me as they jack off or risk them trying to rub their dick on my leg.”
“Don’t remind me.” Emily rolled her eyes. The rules of the club she worked in were so relaxed. The men practically had free roam as long as there was no penetration or oral sex. It wasn’t safe no matter how elite the owners claimed it to be. Her back rooms would be different. She focused back on her friend. “I don’t take any extra fees out of your shows.”
“Em…”
“What you do, you keep. All I get is the initial registration fee. Now te
ll me the truth, miss nasty, were you putting on that last show for Ryan because you knew it was time for his shift?”
“Nah, yeah…well, maybe a little.”
“Girl, please.” Emily laughed. “Don’t be shy now. Make that man want you even more.”
“I learned it from you. How’s everything coming along with Emily’s Playhouse? You’ve been tight lipped about your plans for the past few weeks.”
There was a tap on her door. It slowly opened, and Emily smiled when she saw who was on the other side. He walked in and gave her a kiss on the neck. She raised her arm and ran her fingers through his hair.
“You still there?”
“Sorry, I got sidetracked. With all the drama going on, I’ve been playing catch up in order for everything to be ready in time.”
“When do I get to see it?”
Antonio’s hands went to her shoulders. Her head involuntary fell back. “Soon. I’m in the middle of something and will call you back.”
“Tell Antonio hello. Later, girl.” She hung up.
Emily focused her attention on the massage from the sexy man behind her. His masculine hands gripped and kneaded her muscles. The stress from getting the club together melted away.
Over the past few weeks, Emily had her contractors on a tight schedule, increasing their fee to meet her demands. She finalized her plans with the interior decorator, and Kenny had finished wiring the rest of the club with monitors, networking them to her main computer at home. Getting her list of guests together for her grand opening consumed the rest of her free time. The only lingering worry was a callback from the bank. Her report displayed a breakdown on how many shows were purchased for the past month, but the amount deposited in her account was a few thousand short. The bank was doing an investigation, saying they would call her back in a few days.
“Let it all go, il mio amore. Relax.”
“I’m trying.” She sighed.
“Get the business out of your mind and focus on us.”
She squeezed her muscles tight, then released. “What about us?”
He spun her chair around and looked into her eyes. His stare was so intense she had to look away. His fingers gently touched her chin, and he lifted her head up. Their eyes locked again.
“I love you. You know I love you because I tell you. You’ve yet to tell me how you feel.”
Emily loved him. She felt it with every ounce of her being. It was the words she feared uttering. “I care for you so much.”
Her breathing turned raspy. The last person she said the three words to turned out to be a liar, and she was stuck raising a child alone. Sean’s father had left her high and dry in college. The feeling left a deep hole in her heart.
“That’s good enough for now. But one day, you’ll say the words I know you feel.” He put his lips to hers, kissing her softly. The alarm sounded on his phone. “Time for the game. I’ll leave you to your reports and watch the game downstairs.”
Emily remained silent as he left the room. After the door closed, she let out a breath. “He’s nothing like Dwayne. You love him, and he loves you. Tell the man. Ugh.”
She turned back to her computer and pulled up the end of month report. The numbers weren’t adding up, and she needed to find out why her deposits were short. An hour later, she gave up. Her heart wasn’t into it. It was on Antonio.
***
If it weren’t for the way Emily looked at him, Antonio would probably had given up. She loved him but was scared to say it. He made himself comfortable on the couch and focused on the game.
“Illegal formation? Man what were you thinking?” Antonio shouted at the TV.
“It doesn’t talk back.”
He glanced away from the fifty-six inch for a moment and saw her standing in the kitchen. “I kept your spot warm.” He patted the seat next him.
She took it and laid her head on his shoulder.
They called a time out and went to commercial. “Darling, what do you think about having Monday Night Football at your club?” he suggested.
“I’m not sure. That is a pretty big commitment on top of all of my other commitments, don’t you think?”
He gave her leg a pat. “I’m quite sure my business woman can set it up so one of the radio MC’s would be happy to host it for you.”
Her shoulders slumped. “That means more meeting and contracts. I don’t want to think about anything else right now.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it all for you. Break’s over.” His eyes were glued to the TV.
“That’s why you’re my man.”
Her kiss obstructed Antonio’s view of the TV. He leaned to the side. “Did you see that hit? I can’t wait to see it on Sports Center!”
“I think I’ll go return Janet’s call.”
“Mmhm,” he answered. His team scored a touchdown. “Yes! Now what were you saying?” He looked around. She was nowhere to be found.
He hunched his shoulders and sent Ryan a quick text during the commercial. Get ready to pay up. If his team kept playing the way they were, they’d have no problem making it to the playoffs.
“Uh…um,” Emily cleared her throat.
He held up a hand. “Hold on, baby, there’s just a few minutes before half time.”
An image blocked the TV. Emily’s shoulder-length hair was tousled, and she wore a blue baby doll lingerie set. She did a turn. The back was out. He had a clear few of crotchless panties.
His mouth dropped open. “Screw the game. That’s what the replay is for. I’m all yours, love.”
She held her position until he came over, swooping her up into his arms. He kissed her and carried her back to the couch. He tried leaning Emily back, but she stopped him.
“It’s my turn to be your entertainment.” She changed the channel to a music station.
She silenced him with a kiss before taking a step back. Antonio watched his baby move her body to the beat of the music. Emily rolled her hips like a trained belly dancer. The waves of her stomach called out to him, driving him wild. He resisted and remained seated.
She continued dancing and turned her back to him. With her legs spread in a “V,” she bent over in a runner’s stretch and looked back at him. Antonio admired her toned legs and followed them up to her firm ass. His dick hardened at the sight.
Emily moved closer, putting her leg up over his shoulder and resting it on the couch. Her vaginal lips spread, giving him a full view of her delicate flower. To his surprised, she flexed her muscles, making her pussy jump. It beckoned to him. He leaned in closer in an attempt to put his mouth on it. He gently grazed her, enough to get a taste of her. She shook her finger at him and lowered her leg.
Her eyes were locked on his as she maneuvered between his legs, pushing them apart. She undid his slacks and took the length of him in her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming. He grabbed the back of her head and guided her down on him. She was better than anyone he ever had. Emily took his shaft in his mouth while squeezing her jaws around the length.
Antonio eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his hips rose to meet her. “You make me feel so good.” He leaned back on the couch.
Her mouth remained on him as she flipped her body around. His face was once again between her legs. Without hesitation, he dove in, licking her from her clit to her hole and then back again.
“You’re so bad,” he said before sucking on her. He vibrated her tongue against her nub.
“Oh, Antonio, yes!”
“Um, sorry.”
He looked in the direction of the voice. Asia stood in the kitchen, watching them.
Emily flipped down. Red faced, she gasped. “Oh my goodness! I forgot you were here.”
“I’ll just leave you two alone.” Asia backed out of the kitchen and ran upstairs.
They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.
“You’re in the adult industry. I’m sure she’s seen worse.” He pulled her back to him and nuzzled her bud.
“S
he hasn’t seen me.” Emily pushed his head back, freeing his tongue from her swollen pussy. “Let’s take this party upstairs.”
“Gladly.”
Antonio took it gentle the first round, but on two and three, he was like a wild beast turned on by her pheromones. He wrapped his olive arms around her brown body and took control. After round three, she had to concede defeat in order to get him to finally go to sleep. He slept inside of her until the sun peeked over the horizon, sending a small beam of light through her blinds.
Chapter Eleven
Emily woke up feeling exhilarated. She watched the rise and fall of Antonio’s chest as he lay sleeping next to her. Though she had a busy day ahead, she wanted a few more moments with him. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the sound of him breathing.
“I love you too, mia amata.” He wrapped his arms around her waist.
She looked up at him in surprise. “You love me too? What’re you talking about?”
“You told me several times during our love making.” He smiled.
“But—”
His phone interrupted them.
“Hold on. I have to take this call.” He got out of bed, made his way to her bathroom, and shut the door.
She resisted the urge to be upset. He was a businessman and had to take plenty of private calls. Emily flopped back in the bed and looked up at the ceiling. How many times had she said she loved him? Their bodies in unison forced the truthful words from her mouth.
The door opened. “Hey, darling. I have to make a run.”
“Now?”
Antonio nodded. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He put on his clothes and headed out.
Emily lay in her bed a few moments longer in frustration. Now that the words were out, she didn’t know how to feel. Yes, she loved him, but was it the time to tell him? Janet had been bugging her for weeks to tell him. When Emily voiced her reluctance, Janet joked, “You can take off your clothes for strangers, but can’t tell the man you care about that you love him? You’re a piece of work.”
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