The Bidding War (69th St. Bad Boys Book 2)

by Chance Carter

  As I walk down the street, my mind returns to the big decision of the day. The Child Protection Officer. Did I really give them the green light on that? Was I going to regret it? I’ve got a reputation on The Street, I’ve been known to be pretty underhanded. I’ll do whatever it takes to win a deal, and I’m proud of that. But this is a whole new level. Bringing Brady into the equation. Attacking Wes’s family. And just to distract him from a deal? Every time I think about what we’re doing, I get an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

  There’s only one thing to do when I feel this way.

  Get balls deep into some girl’s pussy.

  I arrive at one of my favorite bars, The Nutcracker, and glance at the bouncer.

  “Good evening, Mr. Anderson.”

  I nod and pass him. I like the personal touches of bars like this. The way they know your name. Know your favorite drink. Have a spot ready for you just in case you decide you want to show up. God knows I pay enough for the privilege.

  I walk down the steps into the gloomy bar and breathe in the aroma of expensive scotch, aged leather, and musk. Behind the bar, an antique mirror reflects the candlelight of the room. There’s a band playing quiet, sad-sounding jazz at the far end. I go up to the bar and hang my jacket on the back of a seat.

  “What’ll it be, Clint? Your usual?”

  “I don’t know, Barney. You got anything to suggest?”

  He nods and goes off to make me some overpriced drink.

  I look around the bar. It’s pretty empty. There’s a cute blonde across the bar and I give her the once over. She’s got huge breasts, an expensive red dress that reveals a whole lot of leg, and what looks like a diamond necklace.

  I give her a wink and she smiles and looks away.

  I sigh. I’m so bored of my life. I really need to change things up soon or I’m going to go crazy.

  There’s a bit of commotion by the door and I look over. Two girls are trying to get in. They’ve come all the way down the steps, but the bouncer is giving them a hard time.

  “Girls, seriously, this isn’t the type of bar you want to walk into.”

  “How do you know what kind of bar we’re looking for?” one of the girls says.

  I have a double take when I see her. She’s just a kid, half my age at most, but my cock stiffens in my pants instantly. She’s the sexiest little piece of ass I’ve seen in a very long time. She’s not wearing a fancy dress or expensive jewelry but she doesn’t need to. She’s got real beauty. Her eyes are like two jewels, flashing at the bouncer like she’s daring him to kick her out of the bar.

  “Miss, please, I’m just doing my job.”

  “Well stop doing it,” she says to him. “You’re a bouncer, we’re a couple of girls. You’re supposed to want girls in your bar, dummy.”

  “It’s a private club.”

  “Well, it’s going to be a pretty boring club if you’re turning away the likes of us,” she says.

  I can’t believe what I’m seeing. This girl doesn’t know the first thing about the world she’s just stepped into, she doesn’t care either. She sure is giving that bouncer a run for his money.

  “Miss, I’m going to have to insist you and your friend obey our policies.”

  “Policies? Lighten up, we just want a drink.”

  I see where this is headed and get up from my seat. What’s this bouncer’s name again? I rack my brain but can’t think of it. I turn to the bartender.

  “Barney, can we do something about this?”

  “I do apologize, Mr. Anderson. I’ll get Frank to get rid of them right away.”

  Frank, that’s it.

  “Frank,” I call out, crossing the bar toward him. “What seems to be the problem here?”

  “Mr. Anderson, I’m so sorry for the disturbance. We fully appreciate our members come here not to be disturbed like this.”

  “Oh, come on, Frankie. Lighten up. Look at these girls. They just want a drink.”

  “Oh,” Frank says in surprise, looking from me to the two girls.

  The one that caught my eye, the blonde, looks right at me. Her green eyes flash like emeralds and her pert breasts press against the front of her little black sweater like they’re begging for release. I imagine picking her up, carrying her over to the bar, and bending her right over it. I’d like to fuck her so hard she begs me to stop, and then begs me not to stop, as loud as she can scream. One look at her and I know I want her. She’s got to be mine.

  “Just let them in and give them everything they want, Frank. I’ll take care of the bill.”

  “Certainly, Mr. Anderson,” he says.

  I smile at the girl and her friend and then make my way back to my seat. I’ll give the two girls a chance to settle in before turning my attentions to them. It’s obvious they’ve had a few glasses of wine from the way they’re behaving but another drink or two won’t hurt.

  “Thank you, sir,” the girl says.

  “Our knight in shining armor,” the friend says, and they both start giggling.

  I give them a nod and take my seat. My drink’s waiting for me at the bar and I down it in a single gulp, slamming the glass on the polished mahogany of the bar.

  “Same again?” Barney says.

  I nod.

  Without being too obvious, I look over my shoulder at the two girls. God, what I wouldn’t give to take that blonde home tonight. I wouldn’t mind taking them both home to be honest but they don’t look like they’d be up for a ménage. Far too innocent. I turn back to the bar and to my dismay, see that the woman in the red dress is coming my way.

  I let out a sigh as she pulls up a seat next to me.

  “Looks like you saved the day.”

  I smile and nod, trying not to get into a conversation. I know her type all too well. It seems that everywhere I go, there’s women like this ready to spark up a conversation. It goes with the territory when you hang out in private Wall Street clubs.

  “Something tells me you’re a man who could get a woman out of all sorts of binds.”

  I sigh and turn to her. I’d like to get rid of her but a man’s still got to be a gentleman to a lady. I catch Barney’s eye and indicate for him to bring the woman another drink.

  I look her over. The truth is, I’m not above fucking a girl like her. In fact, I spend way too many nights in bed with girls like her. She’s hot, she’s fun, and there would be absolutely no strings attached. Her necklace is real diamonds. It probably cost over a hundred grand. That gives me an idea of the price she’d charge for a night. Not that I care about the price, but the truth is, you get pretty bored of women like that after a while.

  “It’s pretty dead down here tonight,” I say, trying to steer the conversation away from where I know she’s trying to take it.

  “I can change that for you if you like,” the woman says, sliding her hand from my knee all the way up my pants toward my cock.

  I let her finger graze my cock through my pants before turning her down.

  “I don’t think so,” I say. “I’ve got a very early morning tomorrow.”

  Chapter 7

  Cherri

  “We can’t go down there,” I say to Kelsey, struggling to maintain my balance in these six inch heels she lent me. “It says it’s a private club.”

  “Nonsense,” Kelsey slurs, the three glasses of wine we had at the last place showing their effect. “I promised you a fun night and I intend to deliver.”

  I can’t believe where we are. I called Kelsey earlier in tears. I just couldn’t handle the morning I’d had. First my grandfather’s bad news, then losing my job, it was too much. If you add in the groping from Jimmy and it really was a hellish day in every single way.

  Kelsey insisted I let her take me out. She even insisted we head here, to the financial district, in the hopes of finding a perfect, wealthy hotty who’d take care of all our money woes. She was only kidding of course, but the idea of a sugar daddy sure sounded good when I thought about all the things I was stressed out a
bout.

  We stumble to the door and the bouncer tries to get in our way. He’s too polite and Kelsey walks past him and down some steps. I follow and before we know it, we’re in the fanciest, most exclusive looking bar either of us has ever seen, and the bouncer, following us, is awkwardly trying to get us to leave. Luckily, this complete hunk steps up, offers to pay for our drinks, and gets us a free pass.

  I look at him as he talks to the bouncer and feel my heart thumping in my chest. I’ve never seen a man so confident, so sure of himself. He’s older than me and Kelsey by about twenty years but he’s hot as hell. Definitely hot enough to fall for. He’s got perfect stubble, a muscular body, dark hair and eyes, and he’s tall. His suit look like something out of GQ magazine, tailor made and hugging his muscles so perfectly it almost begs you to picture him naked.

  I can’t believe how Kelsey and I are behaving but before we know it, we’re in the bar, sitting at our very own table, getting the best service of our lives. And all paid for by Mister GQ who’s at the bar, sipping scotch and chatting to some woman I’m virtually certain is a call girl.

  “You think that woman’s a pro?” I whisper to Kelsey.

  She almost sprays her champagne all over me before getting her laughter under control.

  “Keep your voice down. She’ll hear you.”

  I look around the bar. The place looks like something out of a movie. It’s exactly what you’d picture if someone said they were in an exclusive private club around the corner from the New York stock exchange. It’s like one of those bars Don Draper from Madmen hangs out in, but with less customers. In fact, apart from the bartender, the bouncer, the band, us and Mister GQ and his date, the place is completely empty.

  It is pretty late though. Far too late for Kelsey and I, but I just lost my job and she works as a nanny for a family who’s currently away on vacation, so we don’t have to be anywhere tomorrow.

  “We’re going to be so hung over tomorrow,” I say as the bartender brings us another round of expensive drinks, served in crystal glasses on a silver tray.

  “Who cares?” Kelsey says. “You just found out your grandfather’s dying, and I’m still getting over my latest break up.”

  I pick up my glass and take a long sip.

  “I just wish I could pay for his surgery,” I say. “It’s not fair that someone’s life and death can be decided by whether or not they can afford the best treatment. I mean, what century are we living in?”

  “You should tell him to move to Canada,” Kelsey says, almost knocking over her glass. “They have socialism there.”

  I burst out laughing. Nothing about the conversation is funny, but I know if I don’t laugh, I’ll cry, and after spending most of the day in tears, I choose laughter.

  “No they don’t. They have free healthcare. There’s a difference.”

  “Whatever. I failed civics.”

  I laugh again. Kelsey’s a smart girl but she sure does like to pretend otherwise.

  “Anyway,” she says, “I think you’re right about that woman. Look at the way she’s coming on to him.”

  “What do you think her dress and jewelry are worth?”

  Kelsey looks at her. “I’d say she’s probably wearing more money right now than you and I have spent on clothing in our entire lives combined.”

  I look at the woman’s dress, her shoes, the purse, and that diamond necklace, and nod my head. It’s true. That woman’s purse alone could probably pay for my grandfather’s surgery. It sure is a crazy world.

  “Maybe we should be call girls,” I say, joking.

  Kelsey laughs out loud and leans in to whisper in my ear.

  “If I was getting paid to fuck men like that guy, I’d do it for a discount.”

  “Oh, I’d be like, you don’t have to pay me, sir. Just put a ring on my finger and you can have as much of this for free as you want!”

  “We’d be the worst call girls in history,” Kelsey says. “The trick is, you’ve got to treat it like a business. You can’t let emotions get involved. You charge the man, no matter how hot he is. In fact, the hotter he is, the more you charge!”

  “That’s why I couldn’t do it,” I say. “If I wasn’t attracted to a guy, and if I didn’t have a connection with him, an emotional connection, I don’t think any amount of money would be enough to make me sleep with him. And if I did have feelings for him, I don’t think I could charge him a penny.”

  Kelsey pulls me close again, she really is getting quite drunk.

  “You could leave a jar by the side of the bed that says, Tips Welcome.”

  I laugh. “I could tattoo, By Donation, above my pussy.”

  Kelsey almost knocks me off my seat she’s laughing so hard. We’re misbehaving but we fought to get into this bar, we had a hell of a day, and I say to hell with it. If they want to kick us out, let them. We have Mister GQ on our side after all.

  “What’s that about your pussy?” a deep voice says suddenly.

  I feel all the blood in my body rush to my face. I’m instantly blushing so hard I’m sure it shows, even in the darkness of the bar. I don’t need to turn around to know who it is.

  Sure enough, Mister GQ is standing there, a fancy glass in his hand, and a smirk on his face that says he’s used to picking up girls like us all the time. He’s so confident it makes me swoon.

  I swear, even though I’m still a virgin, a man like him sure could tempt me to be a naughty girl.

  “Oh,” I stammer, “I was just saying …”.

  “She was just saying she’d never say no to a gentleman who knew how to treat her right,” Kelsey butts in.

  I hit her on the arm, hard, but Mister GQ just smiles.

  God, is he sexy. He’s like a sculpture. I wonder what it would be like to lose my V-card to a man like him. He’s the kind of guy you can tell is experienced just by the way he walks. I bet he could take me to heaven and back in a heartbeat. I imagine what his cock is like. Even though I have nothing to compare it to, I know his would be perfect. Just the type of cock a lucky girl should be taking on for her first try.

  Kelsey hits me on the arm.

  “Cherri, are you going to answer him?”

  “Oh,” I stammer. “What?”

  I was so lost in thought I didn’t hear a word of what he said.

  GQ looks down at me and gives me the most alluring smile I’ve ever seen. He’s literally drinking me up with his eyes.

  “I was just saying, you two look like you’re new around here.”

  “Well, we don’t make a habit of hanging out in private clubs in this neighborhood,” I say.

  Why can I never think of smart things to say when I’m talking to a man? It’s been the bane of my existence ever since high school.

  “Well, you sure do fit right in.”

  My heart is pounding in my chest. I know exactly what he means. He’s coming on to us. He’s flirting with us. This rich, seductive, muscular specimen is hitting on me and Kelsey, the two most clueless girls in all of Manhattan.

  “What would you say to coming back to my place?” he says.

  I’m stunned. My mind goes completely blank. I’ve lost the power of speech.

  “Uh uh,” Kelsey says, coming to my rescue. “Hands off, mister. This girl’s far too innocent to be going anywhere with the likes of you.”

  “I meant both of you,” he says.

  “Oh, we know exactly what you meant,” Kelsey says.

  “Kelsey!” I say in protest, but it’s too late. The damage has been done.

  “You’re not losing it to this player,” she says.

  I can’t believe she just said that aloud, right in front of a man! I’ve never been so mortified in my entire life. My eyes catch Mr. GQ’s, I don’t even know his name, and I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

  “First time?” he says.

  He’s surprised. I bet it’s the first time a virgin’s ever been in one of his clubs, if the last woman is anything to go by.

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��Come on, Cherri,” Kelsey says, rising to her feet. “It’s time we got you home before you get yourself in trouble. Sir, thank you for the drinks.”

  “Any time,” he says smoothly as we brush by him.

  From the door I glance back. He’s staring right at me and I’m tempted to let go of Kelsey’s hand and run back to him, but Kelsey gives me a tug and I follow obediently.

  Chapter 8

  Wes

  “Brady! Brady!”

  I’m standing at the bottom of the stairs, yelling like I do every morning. We really need to get a better system in order.

  “Kid, hurry, if we’re late again your principal’s going to rip me a new one.”

  “Rip you a new what, Dad?”

  “Never mind, hurry. What do you want for breakfast?”

  “How about some cereal?”

  “Good choice,” I say, pouring him a bowl of bran flakes.

  “Not those ones, dad.”

  “Which ones?”

  “Those,” he says, pointing at some colorful box in the cupboard.

  “Those are nothing but sugar.”

  “I like those ones.”

  I sigh and glance at my watch. I don’t have time to argue with him. I swear his principal has it in for me already. I don’t think she believes a father can look after a kid alone. Sometimes I wonder if she’s right.

  I pour Brady the sugary cereal and fill the bowl with milk.

  “Eat fast. We don’t want to get in trouble.”

  He grabs a spoon and starts munching immediately. I sit down across the counter from him and take a sip from my coffee.

  “What have you got planned today, dad?”

  I smile. “Just the usual. We’re closing a big deal. Then I’ve got a few client meetings. Hopefully I’ll make it to the gym for a quick workout.”

  “Gotta build those muscles!”

  I laugh. “Yeah. What about you, kid?”

  “Oh, the usual. Go to school. Play with my friends.”