by Sienna Mynx
He walked over and picked up the diamond choker. “I would never give my lady an imitation. And I mean it. Because you’re my lady. Not a whore.”
Shae’s eyes began to tear. He fastened the necklace around her neck. She turned and hugged Carlo immediately. She jumped up and down grinning. He was kissing on her and trying to get her to the bed, but she pushed him off her and went into the bathroom. She modeled the choker in the mirror. It sparkled like fireworks on her neck. She’d never owned something that extravagant. Not that she hadn’t saved the kind of money to afford it. She was frugal because of necessity. Life had always taught her to prepare for a rainy day. This wasn’t one of those days. This was the day of her dreams.
“You like it?”
“I love it!” she giggled. She put on her Rolex. Then she held out her wrist and turned the gold watch left and right to make the bezel of diamonds sparkle. “Carlo, when did you have time?”
“I made time.”
She looked back at him. “I’m so happy. You make me so happy.”
She went to him, and he hugged her.
“Then let me make love to you. Before we go to dinner and your show.”
“No time, sweetheart. I got something even better planned for you. I promise.”
He sighed. “Okay.”
Shae laughed. She returned to the mirror and modeled the watch and necklace. She grinned with happiness.
Chapter Six
The man had good taste. Shae modeled the gift he bought her in front of the mirror. The fabric felt so snug and beautiful wrapped around her curves. It sculpted her bosom and slimmed down her waist. The split lined in pink studs parted on the left all the way up to her hip so she couldn’t wear any panties. It was perfect.
"I still think we can skip dinner? Stay here?" he walked inside the bathroom. He wore a dark, smoky gray silk shirt and black slacks. His Gucci belt and crocodile loafers added a touch of style. She liked the fact that his shirts were always open by three buttons. And the way his broad shoulders, arms, and chest narrowed down to his waist. And he smelled rich. Carlo stopped a few steps behind her and stared at her ass. Shae shook her head no and smiled. She picked up her lip gloss and added another touch of pink. She leaned on the sink to get closer to the mirror and bumped his groin. It was another tease of her rump and the back of her thighs brushing up against him.
“We have reservations and then my show. It’s my big night.”
He didn’t answer.
She turned and looked at him. “This dress. It’s a Mirabella original. Thank you, Carlo. I love her stuff. Marietta gave me some clothes and Jamie gave me some shoes.”
“Keeping it all in the family. Come here.”
She avoided him. She touched her diamond choker and then looked at the dress. As much as she wanted to wear it, she couldn't. Not with the pink gemstones in her dress. But she loved it so much.
“I’m almost ready. Can you fix us a drink? Please?”
He was now staring at her breasts.
“Carlo?” she snapped her fingers in front of his face. He shook his head and walked out of the bathroom. They hadn’t made love all day. And she was still a little upset from their fight. But she had plans to make it up to him tonight. There was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Carlo? Give me five minutes.”
“It’s me. Marissa.”
Shae looked back. Marissa was Mexican American and one of the newest of her employees. She still worked the private parties. “Hi,” Shae said.
“Have you spoken to Tasha or Sweetie?” Marissa asked.
“I spoke to Tasha today. She and Sweetie were going to continue to look for Candy.”
“I’m still worried about Candy. The girls are trying to act like this is normal, but it isn’t. She’s missing. I can’t do this any longer.”
“Okay? Maybe it is time we call the police.”
Marissa nodded. “I have a private bachelor party to do tonight, but I think I am going to cancel.”
"Okay. I understand. How about you get dressed and come to dinner with Carlo and me? I'll call the client and tell him we're canceling?"
Marissa gave her a wan smile. “No. I’m going out with a friend. If that’s okay?”
Shae nodded. Since Marissa was new to her company, she had invited her to stay with her. Marissa was quiet and watchful, but sweet. She typically kept to herself. "That's perfectly fine."
Shae walked over and hugged her. The woman hugged her back. Marissa turned and walked out. Shae kept a smile on her face and then let it go. Recruitment was down. She was losing girls. And she could tell Marissa was now ready to walk. It was beginning to matter. Vegas was a city for girls to come and go, but what if something was wrong and Candy really was missing? She had to do something.
Carlo glanced up and saw the beautiful woman walk out of the bedroom. He poured Shae a drink. The woman glanced at him and stared, then went to her room and closed the door. Carlo frowned. Shae emerged next. She’d swept her hair up from her neck and pinned it to the back of her head. He was happy she chose to wear her diamond choker. She had several pin curls to the front of her face streaked in pink.
“My drink?” she asked.
He nodded. She walked over and accepted it. Carlo raised his glass. “To your success, to the birthday I missed, to you, my woman, who deserves it all.”
Shae clinked her glass to his and leaned up on her toes to kiss him before taking a drink. He wiped off her sticky lip gloss from his mouth. She smiled. She finished her drink and modeled the dress for him.
“I still say we should stay in,” he groaned.
“Let’s go!” Shae said.
***
Dinner was nice. The restaurant served them three courses, and he devoured everything, including a ribeye with a bone that was so tender it sliced like butter. He had cucumber soup, something he couldn’t imagine would be tasty, but it was. Shae spent most of the dinner talking about her show and the things she worked into the girls’ routine with the approval of the choreographer. Carlo liked listening to her voice. Whatever made her happy made him happy. And she was. He hadn’t heard her mention the missing girl—Candy. When Lorenzo dealt in women, they often ran away or walked away from their jobs. Though Giovanni cleaned up the business from whores and strippers after he married, Carlo didn’t think twice back then of the dangers and risks it put the ladies in. Not until he met Shae.
They left Spago and arrived before the curtain lifted on the show. He forgot the name as soon as she told him. But he was mildly amused by the production. Shae’s girls whirled around the stage with feather tall hats adorned with feathers on their shoulders, and glittering bathing suits, kicking up their legs to show tunes, while a man in a tuxedo sang in the microphone.
Shae was totally focused. He caught her counting the girls’ steps and tensing when leg kicks seemed less than perfect. But the show got a standing ovation, and his woman was on her feet jumping and screaming. Carlo sat in his seat glad it was over. Now he could have her to himself.
"Let's go see the girls." She kicked his foot. Carlo stood and walked out of the aisle. Shae took his hand, and they walked down the stairs instead of up them. They knocked on the door and went inside. There was chaos. Lots of production assistants were running back and forth. Carlo spotted several topless women laughing and grinning. No one seemed surprised that he was back there.
Shae found her girls. They screamed with excitement, and she ran to them and hugged all of them. Carlo counted seven in total. The girls were shouting and talking all at once. Shae was surrounded by them. Carlo gave her space and respectfully waited. It took over half an hour for the celebrating to simmer down. She returned to him.
“The girls are going to Cheetahs tonight to celebrate. I have some girls who work the club. We’re taking the party to them. Wanna go?”
“I want to celebrate with you. Privately,” he said and ran his hand down her backside and cupped her left butt cheek. Shae wrapped her arms around his wais
t. Her breasts rubbed up over his chest. “I promise you will like Cheetahs. And I promise you; we'll have our time," she flicked her silver bauble at him.
Carlo smiled. “Andiamo.”
***
Carlo insisted on driving. He sped through a few street lights, and Shae yelled at people they passed on the streets that it was her birthday. He laughed and took his lady for a wild ride. She loved it. The Cheetah Club was on another side of Vegas. One they hadn’t visited.
“Turn there, we’ll park,” she said.
He did as she instructed.
“See that place over there?” she asked.
He glanced back over his shoulder as the roof to the Mustang began to lift and flip over. It was a tattoo and piercing parlor. “I want to get it. With you?”
“A tattoo?” he asked.
“No silly. A piercing. Here,” she pointed down at her vagina.
Carlo frowned.
“What’s wrong? I thought you’d like that?” she asked.
"Yeah, I like it, but then we won't have sex. I'm only here for another two weeks, and I have to go home."
Shae stared at him.
“What if you stayed? With me?” she asked.
Carlo smiled and shook his head no.
"I can get you a work visa. Hire you for my company. The girls and I need protection. Who better to protect me than my boyfriend?" she leaned over and kissed him.
“I can’t, love. For many reasons.”
“Becuase of the Mafia?”
“I’m not in the Mafia,” he chuckled.
“Whatever you call it over there. Is that the reason?” she asked.
“I have a job that I can’t quit or retire from it unless it’s my boss’s my idea. And I can tell you; my boss isn't likely to have that idea."
“Oh,” she said softly. “What would he do if you quit? Come after you?”
“Something like that.”
“Oh.”
Carlo stared at her. His dream was to take her back with him. But if he were to do that he had to give her a reason to leave her life in America behind. He was already contemplating how. For now, he didn’t want to ruin her mood. He didn’t want to share that he didn’t like America. Everything was rushed here, people too busy to enjoy life. There was too much fake and phoniness. And the thugs were weak. He’d be bored in less than a month. His life was promised to another lifestyle.
“Let’s talk about it later?”
Shae grinned. "I only need a few days of healing, and then we can have sex. Not rough sex, but good sex. And you’ll have to use a condom, but we can manage it. I have two friends who did it. They said it was the best thing they’ve ever done. So what do you say? Should we do it?”
“Don’t pierce your body,” he reached over and touched her titty. The one with the pierced nipple. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Shae blinked at him with disappointment. He kissed under her neck and she smiled with delight. He leaned in and kissed her breast. "Bellissima," he said.
“I’m falling in love with you, Carlo,” she breathed as his mouth returned to hers.
“I’ve already fallen in love with you,” he confessed between kisses.
Shae pushed him back and looked at him. He smiled.
“Say it in Italian,” she said. “And then I’ll believe you.”
“Ti amo,” he said.
“Ti amo,” she repeated. She grabbed his face. She went in for a kiss that should only be given if he were inside of her. Carlo nearly came over to her side of the car, but his height and build didn’t permit it. Panting she stopped him. “Wait, let’s go inside. I got a surprise for you.”
Disappointed and sexually sprung he drew back with a deep groan. Shae grinned. Carlo got out of the car and went around to her side. He opened the car door. And like the lady she was, she waited. He held it for her. Shae emerged and pulled her dress down. She smiled up at him. “I’m not wearing any panties.”
He chuckled. Carlo took her hand and walked her away from the car. Together they went inside and were only stopped twice to be searched by bouncers. Once in the doors, the music deafened him. But the sight of a woman spinning on a pole awakened him. There were naked, and half dressed girls everywhere dancing for men.
“Shae!” A woman said and ran over and hugged her. “The girls are here. I heard about the show. I’m so excited.”
“Thanks, Macie. Meet Carlo, my boyfriend.”
“Oh hi!” Macie yelled over the music. She offered her hand. Carlo leaned in and kissed her on the left and then right cheek. Macie blushed. She put her hand over her mouth to cover girlish giggles.
“That’s how he says hello,” Shae said.
“Really? How does he say goodbye?” Macie asked.
“Back off, honey. He’s mine. Can you get me a room?” she asked.
“Yeah, should we take him together?” Macie asked and flicked the piercing in her tongue at Carlo as she looked him over.
“Yeah, I think he’d like that,” Shae said.
Carlo arched a brow.
“Bring us two bottles of Cristal. We're celebrating." Shae took his hand and led him to an open table. They sat down as three topless women gyrated their bodies to the music. Carlo was touched by a woman to his left, and then another to his right ran her hands through his hair. Hands grazed over his arm and shoulders. It was 1994, and the world was changing. But pussy clubs were always the same. And this one's music and performances were the best he’d seen since he came to Vegas. A girl inched up a pole and then spun around with one leg hooked around it, and the other extended like a ballerina. She slid down backward with the poll between her butt cheeks. Shae watched the show for a moment and then leaned in closer.
“Her name is Cherry Blossom. She used to work for me. Now she works for herself. One of the sexiest strippers in Vegas.”
Cherry Blossom crawled over the floor and stopped in front of them as men tossed her dollar bills. She winked at Shae and sat back. She parted her thighs and gave Carlo a view. It turned out her name was well deserved. He smiled. Shae chuckled.
“Told you!”
Cherry got up on all fours and made her ass dance for him. Macie returned. “All set, Shae.” She grinned.
“You ready for me to take care of you?”
Carlo nodded.
Shae and Macie led the way. He walked up the stairs and passed a man coming down the stairs with a woman. He and Shae continued and entered an air-conditioned room with all the glass walls covered by dark curtains. There was an L-shaped leather sofa inside, and two champagne buckets waiting for them. The light inside was red and dim, but he could see. Shae walked him over to the sofa and sat him down. Macie spoke to the bouncer at the door. Carlo glanced up to the camera pointed at him in the corner. The red light was blinking. They were being filmed. When the man left, and the door closed, a few seconds later the red light blinked off.
“It’s our room, Shae. No worries.” Macie said.
“You hear that, baby? No worries.”
Macie popped the champagne. Shae leaned in with her hands on his knees and her face close to his. "I want you to have a good time. But you're my man. When Macie gives you a good time you can look, don't touch. Okay?"
“Yes,” he chuckled.
“Say it in Italian,” she brushed her lips over his. “And I’ll believe you.”
“Si, mia amore,” he said.
“Mmmmmm,” Shae ran her tongue up over her top lip. The music tempo changed. It was still sultry, but a lot more enticing than the hard kicking rap lyrics previously playing. Now it was a singer who said, ‘he didn’t see nuthin’ wrong with a little bump n’ grind’.
Shae stepped back and sipped her champagne and kept her eyes on him. Macie started to dance and touch Shae, she stopped behind her. The woman eased her arm around Shae’s waist and ran her hand from Shae’s breast down. Macie traced her tongue along the side of Shae’s neck, as her hand drew up the front of Shae’s dress and revealed her bare sex to
Carlo. Shae began to roll her hips against the woman, who thrust her pelvis into Shae’s backside. Macie’s fingers dipped down into the delta between Shae’s thighs, and Shae turned her face to kiss the woman as she was masturbated to the rhythm of R. Kelly's raunchy lyrics. And then Macie removed her hand and began to undress Shae. Carlo’s woman swayed her hips and moved to the music with her eyes locked on him. Macie took her time with every task. She paused several times to lick and touch Shae intimately, and Carlo wasn't sure if it was for his benefit or her own. Within minutes Shae was naked and the three thousand dollars Mirabella original cast aside. The champagne glass Shae had was removed from her hand. The two women were kissing, dancing, and gyrating over each other. Carlo watched with mounting lust, as Shae was brought to climax multiple times on the floor by Macie’s finger, and then her tongue before both women moved on over to him. He put his hands up as if being held at gunpoint. It was his only defense to keep from touching the ladies. Carlo’s shirt was unbuttoned. His pants unzipped. Macie gave him a slow grinding lap dance, while Shae poured more champagne. Macie body slid up along his, and his face was between her breasts, his lips brushed her nipples. And then the ladies switched. Carlo’s dick was so hard it threatened to bust the zipper. The girls were on either side of him kissing—deeply. And then Shae kissed him. Carlo closed his eyes. If he kept watching, he would break the rule. He wasn’t a man used to obeying them.
And then a hand touched his belt. Carlo opened his eyes. Macie was leaving the room. It was just him and his girl. She traced her tongue from his mouth, down his chin, and then to his neck.
“You don’t want me to get more piercings. Let me show you what this one is for,” she said and flicked her tongue at him. The music changed. A rap song with a hard beat began to play. Shae slid down his body and removed his cock from his zipper.
Carlo had the thickest dick she’d ever had to swallow. It was average in length, but thick. And when hard it had a curve to it. He gripped the stalk and pointed the head of it at her lips. She brushed her mouth over the meaty cap and teased him with soft kisses. Shae wrapped her lips around her teeth and let him slide inside over her tongue. The silver ball piercing on her tongue glided under the veined skin of his erection, and Carlo’s hips jerked forward. The first reaction was always the most telling. He’d never had what she was about to offer. Or at the very least, he never had a woman able to swallow so much of his monster dick after a single lick.
