He indicated to the popular area where the upper class went. “Looks like they have seen you.”
I looked up at the mezzanine floor. One of the Landi sisters was staring my way. I waved, to see if it was me she was looking at and she waved back, making me smile. Yup, my little dance number had worked. My eyes moved to the tall man standing next to her. It was the same Landi soldier I’d seen with her at the market, the older one I’d give anything to fuck. Luckily, he was occupied with another Landi sister, who was waving her hands about in front of him, looking angry. I assessed the others surrounding them, but couldn’t find Thierry.
“Looks like the kid might not be here,” I said to Dora.
“You still want to get with a Landi sister?”
“Yeah, unfortunately. I need to find a way into their circle, so I can invite them to the party.”
“Shall we go closer?”
“Not necessary, the oldest is coming to me.” I watched as she slipped through the crowd, the soldier too busy arguing with the other sister to notice. It made me wonder whether they were having a lover’s tiff, which would be a shame because he was way too hot for her, plus he would look better topping me. God, the thought of him naked and penetrating me made my dick want to explode.
The soldier turned around, noticing for the first time the oldest Landi sister wasn’t behind him. His head started doing the exodus thing, turning in all directions to find her. It made me wonder where the other soldier was. Maybe he was with the third sister, who I couldn’t see.
I watched as the soldier spotted his target as she pushed her way through the main-floor crowd, heading for me: the chick magnet. I turned around, making sure he didn’t see me. “Tell me if the big man up on the balcony is heading for the stairs,” I said to Dora.
“Sì, he is.”
“Use the ring I gave you earlier,” I said. All she needed to do was to take the lid off it and press the tiny drug-filled needles against his fuckable body. It wouldn’t kill him, just make him dizzy, and unable to see properly for an hour or so.
“He’s yummy,” she said, also liking rough-looking guys … beautiful guys … hell, it didn’t matter, Dora just liked cock.
“Well, he’s all yours once I get my girl,” I said, feeling jealous she could get a shot at him, because he was definitely straight. What a damn waste.
“She’s here,” Dora said.
I glanced over my shoulder as the oldest Landi sister pushed through a group of people, her tits almost falling out of her low cut animal-print dress. She had thick black hair and her eyes were a little too close together, but luckily she knew how to pluck, unlike her sisters, Freda and Kahlo. I gave her my best Colgate smile, purposely looking at her tits so she thought I was attracted to her.
“Ciao!” she shouted over the music.
I looked up, glancing over the crowd to see where the soldier was. He was at the bottom of the stairs, heading towards us.
“Hi,” I said back to whatever her name was. “I’m going in there,” I indicated to the fucking room, “you’re welcome to join me.” I turned and entered the room, the bouncer holding the door open for me.
The room was dimly lit, probably so you couldn’t see people having sex, but you could certainly hear them. I headed across the floor, hearing the clip clop of high-heels behind me. I turned to find the Landi sister smiling at me. She was a tall girl, about six foot, which sort of made her look a bit like a tranny with all the make-up plastered on her face, but at least she wasn’t ugly like her younger sisters. Plus, I was relieved I got her out of the trio, since I refused to do teenagers—unlike my sick uncle.
I pointed to the door. “Your boyfriend’s coming.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she said. “He’s a bodyguard, which means we can’t stay here.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the exit, practically dragging me through it. The girl was retarded for leaving with someone she didn’t even know. Though, it wasn’t like I could hurt her in the alleyway, because it was closed off to the public. It even had wet weather couches to fuck on, which were getting well used at the moment.
She pulled me past them, telling me she was taking me to Gilleto’s, which I had no clue why, because it was a sleazy joint. We exited onto the busy main street, and headed down the road, both of us half-running, the girl giggling. She probably thought it was exciting meeting someone and running off with them. She was obviously stupid, but that was just fine by me, because I loved stupid people. It was much easier to con them than the intelligent ones.
She pulled me to the doors of Gilleto’s, a dive and a known drug club, but one protected by the Rosso family. I had been told that the Rossos had helped the Santini take over my household, but I knew it had all been a ploy, since the Rossos never helped anyone without an ulterior motive. Basically, they were trying to play both sides, showing their support to the D’Angelos while giving us information on what was happening—of course for the right price: which was to guarantee their safety if we won the war. I liked them; they were my kind of people.
The bouncer smiled at the Landi sister, looking like he knew her. She said his name, proving my thought.
We entered the semi-lit club, the Landi sister leading me across the empty dance floor and through a set of curtains, choosing the first room on our right. Before I had barely closed the door behind us, she pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me, the girl an octopus. Her hands were all over me, almost ripping my T-shirt to get it off. I quickly removed it as she unzipped my jeans, the woman taking me by surprise. I had only expected to chat with her, not to get my clothes ripped off my body, but this chica was a bulldozer, her balls bigger than mine with the way she was manhandling me. I wondered whether she was ever let out for sex, because this was insane!
She lowered herself to the floor and took my cock into her mouth, making me moan. Yeah, females didn’t turn me on, but my cock tended to have selective memory when a mouth was wrapped around it. And, Christ All Mighty, she was talented. I closed my eyes bringing up an image of Alberto. I quickly clamped that thought down, because I had a job to do, and I wasn’t about to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of it. So, although it made me feel like I was betraying Alberto, my mind went to the Landi soldier: the sexy as fuck scar near his eye, his heavyset body, those big shoulders, and his large chest. I really hoped he was hairy, because that would just make a perfect package. Oh yeah, and I really hoped he had a big cock, because the thin pricks did nothing for me.
I moaned, imagining his mouth moving up and down my cock, his glorious tongue spearing my tip, making me groan louder. I envisioned him fingering my ass, preparing me for a hard fuck. His tongue licked up my balls, then disappeared, making me open my eyes, which I instantly wished I hadn’t, because it ruined my lovely dream.
I watched the Landi girl roll a condom onto my dick. She rose to her feet, then took a hold of my hand, pulling me towards the round bed. I tripped on my jeans, which were still pooled around my ankles. I fell onto the bed face first. She laughed, and grabbed my shoes pulling them off, along with my jeans. I rolled onto my back, watching her slip her dress off, along with her bra and panties. Completely naked, she jumped on top of me, latching onto my lips. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her face. Not because she was ugly. Instead, any chick, even if she was pretty, had a habit of making my boner wilt.
The Landi girl… Shit, I really needed to learn her name, because thinking of her as the Landi girl when she was all over me was plain weird. Plus, she was definitely a woman; those huge tits off hers scary as hell. Anyway, she climbed onto my amazingly hard dick, the little blue pill working its magic. I titled my head back, semi liking the grip on my dick, although she was a bit loose. Rita was much tighter, making me wonder whether this girl had been around the block a few times… Of course she had. She basically dragged me in here and tore my clothes off. Talk about aggressive. Although I liked being manhandled, I preferred a man doing it. I also preferred being fucked rath
er than doing the fucking. I loved cock rammed up my ass, pumping me hard, hitting me right in the sweet spot as a rough hand jerked me off. I loved it when Alberto did that… Shit, shit, shit, don’t think about him. I needed to focus on someone else quick or I was going to be the bigger of the two pussies here.
The Landi chick laid down on me and started grinding against my body, using me to get off, which I hoped she did quickly, because even with the magic blue pill she was going to make me soft with the way she was slobbering my face. I tried to think of her as a guy, my closed eyes semi-helping, but her big tits kept ruining the illusion.
Hurry up, hurry up, I thought, come, come, come, before I get soft. As she continued to grind against me, I opened my eyes and looked up at her. The woman was straining like crazy, her face semi-comical, while her neck muscles were pulled to snapping point. She let out a loud gasp, then slumped on me.
I lay there, not knowing what to do. Feeling awkward, I placed my hand on her head, stroking her hair, because Alberto had liked that. Damn it, I did it again, that ache in my chest returning.
The Landi sister plastered me with a kiss then pushed off me. She looked down at my cock, her expression surprised. “You didn’t come.” She removed the condom and latched onto my cock with her mouth, making me toss my head back, because, again, she was a talented cock-sucker, plus she was licking really close to my hole, which totally turned me on. I almost considered telling her to rim me, but decided it was too gay to get away with. I almost laughed, thinking that Rita was dumb as shit to put her fingers up my ass.
All my thoughts disappeared as the Landi sister clamped her chops around my balls and started jacking me off as she sucked on them. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned as I came, my cum shooting over my stomach and chest. She let go of my shaft, then licked up my abs, making my eyes shoot open in shock. The Landi chick was cleaning me up, something I did NOT expect, because people only did that in freaking pornos, not in real life, well … except for a few guys I had, but still, this was a chick here, not some hoochie mama out of Loose Pussies. Ha! She did have a loose pussy.
Once she had finished tongue bathing me, she got up and grabbed her clothes. I sat up and watched as she got dressed, wondering what the hell she was doing. Women didn’t leave a man straight after sex. Rita didn’t, and all those chicks in movies loved cuddling afterwards. The guy was the one who was supposed to leave while the chick begged for him to stay.
She finished dressing, picked up her purse, and came over to me, pulling out some cash. “How much?” she asked.
I frowned. “How much, what?”
“How much do you charge?”
My mouth fell open, realization hitting me in the balls. She thought I was a fucking prostitute!
I shot up off the bed. “I’m not a whore!”
Looking surprised and a little scared, she backed up. “You waved at me by the whore room.”
I screwed up my face. “What whore room?”
“The red room. It’s where the prostitutes go.”
“I thought you noticed me because of my dancing.”
“What dancing?”
“I was dancing and people were watching me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t see you on the dance floor, only by that door. So, do you want the money or not?”
“I don’t need money, I’m a Rosso,” I lied. “My family owns this place.”
“Really?” she said, looking impressed. “I’m a Landi.”
“Your family’s powerful,” I said, forcing a smile, although I was still pissed off with her for thinking I was a whore. I was too hot to whore myself at some club for pocket money. If I wanted to, I could get a sugar daddy without even trying, then screw him for all he was worth.
“Your famiglia is powerful too,” the Landi bitch said. Yeah, she was a bitch now, because how could someone think I was a common whore?
She continued talking. “But, how come I haven’t seen you around? I didn’t know the Rossos had a gorgeous blond in their family.”
“I’m a cousin from America,” I said, liking the ‘gorgeous blond’ bit.
“Yeah, I could tell you’re Americano. I like your accent, it’s sexy.” She smiled, looking down my body. “How long do you plan on sticking around?”
“A couple of months.”
She moved in close, placing a hand on my hip. “I have to head back before my bodyguard throws a fit and sends out the full brigade to look for me. Do you want to meet up another time? I’d like to get to know you some more.”
“Yeah, I’d like that as well.”
“What’s your name?”
“Lorenzo,” I said, using my middle name.
“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Lorenzo, my name’s Irene. I’m free tomorrow. Do you want to meet me here at the same time?”
“What about your bodyguard?”
“He’s easy to ditch.”
I faked a frown. “I can’t tomorrow; I have a party I have to attend.” My face lit up. “Actually, you should come; it’ll be a bunch of Rossos and some friends. I don’t mind if you bring your bodyguard, my sister likes rough men,” but I like them even more. I wondered whether Christo would let me keep him.
“Okay,” she said. “Can I bring my sisters as well? I rarely go out without them.”
“Sure, you can bring whoever you want, just ask for Lorenzo to get in. The party will be held in a farmhouse, so we can be as loud as we like without annoying the neighbors.”
“Cool.”
“Do you have any guys you could bring along? If I invite too many females, the chicks at the party will get annoyed with me.”
“I only have my two bodyguards.”
“Isn’t that D’Angelo boy staying with you?”
“How do you know that?” she asked, frowning.
“My grandfather told me about the raid on the Donatelli. He said that the D’Angelos were being protected by your family. I think it’s a really nice thing for your family to do.”
She smiled. “Thanks, and Thierry’s a sweetie, but he won’t be of any interest to the women, other than to look at. He’s gay.”
“Oh.” I frowned, then waved a hand. “You can still bring him anyway, maybe the females won’t notice.”
She laughed. “They have to be deaf, dumb, and blind not to notice that—like my sisters. Those idiots are fighting over him. They told me I was being nasty when I said he was gay.”
“Then bring him.”
“He’s quite shy, but I’ll ask.”
“Cool, because I haven’t met all of the D’Angelos: only Jagger and Frano.”
“Ooh, Jagger.” She smiled, looking like she was thinking about pushing him on the bed and ripping his clothes off too. It made me want to slap the look off her face. Stupid bitch. I was standing naked in front of her, and she was getting moist thinking about that pretty boy twat.
Her smile widened. “You’re cute when you frown.” She slipped a hand around my ass, having a good feel. “Are you jealous?”
“No, why should I be?”
“You looked angry when I mentioned Jagger.”
“He’s full of himself, I don’t like him. Frano’s better,” I said, unable to handle mentioning Alberto.
“Well, blondie, you’re not female, so you won’t understand. Plus, Frano’s like an uncle to me, so I can’t think of him in that way, but Jagger is a totally different matter. Still, he’s out of my league … actually, you are too. So, baby, why did you come with me?” she said, now looking suspicious.
“Free pussy.”
She laughed. “You men can’t help yourselves, can you?”
I shrugged. “I was horny; you waved back, so I thought I was in.”
“So, you like what you see?” she said, now looking insecure.
“Of course, otherwise I wouldn’t have invited you to the party, plus you give great head.” I inhaled sharply as she grabbed my cock.
“Well, you taste really good.” She moved in closer. “I’m tempt
ed to go another round with you, but again, I’d rather not have my father’s soldiers tear up all the nightclubs looking for me. So, pretty boy, I’ll see you tomorrow night. Where’s the party?”
“Give me your number and I’ll send you the address,” I gasped as she squeezed me below.
Laughing, she let go and pulled a card out of her purse. She handed it over, then gave me a kiss and my cock another grab. She turned and left without a word, leaving me standing there speechless. Shit, I felt dirty. I’d had guys do that to me before, but never a female. Okay, again, I didn’t have much experience in that field, but Rita never treated me in such a demeaning manner, or the other female I had tried out. I wondered whether the Landi bitch had a sex change, because she had more testosterone than I did.
I got dressed and pocketed her card, then sat down on the bed to pull on my socks and shoes. Stage one of my plan was now complete, stage two tomorrow. I wondered whether I should go back to the other club to get Dora, but dismissed the idea. She was probably with someone by now, and if she was lucky she might have the nice man meat I wanted between my buns. Fuck, that soldier was so freaking hot. Yeah, I was totally jealous.
I pulled myself together, and headed through the door and curtains that led into the main part of the nightclub, stopping in my tracks once I hit the dance floor. On the other side of the room was Jagger. He was arguing with someone, his voice loud. He was dressed in loose white pants and a matching shirt that was left opened, the clothes resembling bedwear.
I slipped behind the stage and into a corner where I could watch Jagger without being spotted. He continued to argue, looking like he was demanding drugs off some greasy dealer. The dealer was trying to calm Jagger down, his expression a little panicked, probably because no one in their right mind would demand drugs in front of a crowd. You did it in quiet corners, or in back alleys and other safe places, not in the middle of a club where the patrons were watching you like a soap opera.
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